BCM Spring Leadership Conference
March 27-29, 2015, Linden Baptist Conference Center
Over 300 students will be attending the leadership conference this weekend. Please pray for safe travel and that the students will be challenged to reach their campus for Christ!
UT Chattanooga BCM Mission Trip to the “Big Apple”
I believe Tennesseans should vote on Amendment 1 with women’s rights in mind–the unborn future women who have no voice in the matter.
Vote yes on 1, because it matters.
God told Jeremiah (Jer. 1:5) that before Jeremiah was formed in the womb, God knew him.
God obviously considered Jeremiah a person before he had entered the womb, much less after he exited the womb. Knowing that alone, how can Christians NOT stand up and be the voice of the unborn children? 1.06 million people’s lives were prematurely ended in America in 2011. Did you care?
America is at one of it’s most critical points as a society, and it’s collapse would be the result of generations of people who are unwilling to accept responsibility for their actions.
It is NEVER the unborn child’s fault that her/his Mother will not accept responsibility for her actions.
We also have a responsibility, as those who claim to follow Christ, to speak. It’s time to speak loudly.
“Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will NOT hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.” – Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Don’t argue and bash people who disagree. Love them gently. But also love the millions of unborn children whose future depends upon your actions today, and vote yes on Amendment 1.
This week, our summer missionaries will be traveling to begin their work. Please pray for safe travel and pray that their summer starts well.We will have summer missionaries all over the world. Some of the places they will be working are: Mexico, Iowa,Philippines, Montana, Thailand, Lake Tahoe, Ecuador, Maine, India, Orlando, Australia, Memphis, Turkey, Dyersburg, and Gatlinburg.
Motlow State BCM and Roane State BCM Mission Trip To New York City
Mission Trips are not just for Spring Break! The Motlow State BCM and Roane State BCM teamed up together to take a mission trip to New York City after the Spring Semester. They worked with Park Slope Community Church feeding the homeless and helping with an after school program.
One year ago, I unknowingly joined a cult. I didn’t truthfully know it existed.
Of all people, I always felt like I’d never be one of them. But it happened.
I joined the “Paternal Order of Parenthood.”
Life will never be the same.
I now notice babies everywhere. I like Facebook pictures of babies that I never would have noticed two years ago. I no longer get annoyed when babies scream in public. I hardly even notice it anymore. People talk to me about babies, that never had spoken to me before. Old women no longer see me as a hoodlum, because I have my daughter with me. It’s actually not so bad of a cult, I guess.
I didn’t even know I had it in me. Still, I wouldn’t trade my first year of fatherhood for anything, as blurry as it has been. I’ve changed diapers that no doubt were award-winning, with the amount of mass collected out of such a little baby. there were some trophy winners that I had to enshrine forever via photograph, and share with the Mother, who just happened to be working that day. I’ve changed hundreds of these. I’ve changed hundreds of these at 5 A.M. when I’d rather be sleeping. I’ve cried in pain from sleep deprivation and deliriousness. I’ve slept less than ever, while having to do more than ever. I’ve stepped on blocks. I’ve lived in what appears to be the aftermath of a tornado hitting Babies R’ Us. It’s been quite the challenge. But we survived. One year down. This process of parenthood isn’t for the weak. Don’t apply until your bucket list is satisfied. With the exception of a virus or two, and a couple scratches, she’s still alive! I wasn’t so sure about myself a time or two this year, but this little girl is healthy and happy. I still can’t remember the cursed day she woke up as a little girl, and no longer an infant. I’m so thankful though, that she’ll always be my little girl.
So, I look at my left arm, as I type this with one hand, and see the most beautiful little blessing dreaming of the day she finds my cell phone unguarded. I smile, as it brings me a deeper understanding of why God always relates to us as our Father. It truly helps to feel love from this angle.
I’m so thankful that God is in the same position, holding us in His arms, to never let go. I pray everyday that He holds her closer and closer.
I realize the circle of life. I realize that the love I give her now will be reciprocated when I’m the one in diapers and she’s cleaning drool off my chin. So, I hereby promise, that when the time comes, and Elise is changing my Depends, I’ll do everything in my feeble power to do that horrible little twisty-corkscrew-anti-diaper-changing-fit-trick she loves to do so much. I almost can’t wait.
Yes, I can. Elise, please stay little. I love you so much.
Happy birthday beautiful!
Nothing more really needs to be added. However, I pray the American church has the audacity to not have such harrowing regrets when our time comes. This is a true story:
“I lived in Germany during the Nazi Holocaust. I considered myself a Christian. We heard stories of what was happening to the Jews, but we tried to distance ourselves from it, because, what could anyone do to stop it?
A railroad track ran behind our small church and each Sunday morning we could hear the whistle in the distance and then the wheels coming over the tracks. We became disturbed when we heard the cries coming from the train as it passed by. We realized that it was carrying Jews like cattle in the cars!
Week after week the whistle would blow. We dreaded to hear the sound of those wheels because we knew that we would hear the cries of the Jews en route to a death camp. Their screams tormented us.
We knew the time the train was coming and when we heard the whistle blow we began singing hymns. By the time the train came past our church we were singing at the top of our voices. If we heard the screams, we sang more loudly and soon we heard them no more.
Years have passed and no one talks about it anymore. But I still hear that train whistle in my sleep. God forgive me; forgive all of us who called ourselves Christians yet did nothing to intervene.”
What trains are whistling past you?
On July 25th, 2013, I accepted the challenge to drink only tap water for one year and support Active Water by contributing $20 per month to the cause. Since that day I have faithfully met that challenge. I never thought that what seemed like a somewhat mundane challenge would end up teaching me so much, and I’m just a little over 30 days into it.
While researching the shortage of clean water and the difficulties that accompany this need I felt God was prompting me to follow Him into another goal. (After all, this is about loving people! Not just meeting a goal or a challenge. The goal and challenge just help make it fun.) Raise $4000 for a well to be built in Asia. On August 13th, I began created Team Psalm 112 Men Ministry for the Asian well project. On August 31st God had placed it upon enough people’s heart…
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Homelessness is a heartbreaking issue in our world. Knowing that there are people who sleep on park benches, under bridges and shelters should break our heart. It’s tragic. I can’t imagine the feeling of not knowing where you will be sleeping tonight. Let us not forget that we’re all one shelter of grace away from being in that very same situation.
2013 has brought about many changes for my life, and our family. One of the more recent changes is spiritual church homelessness. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I’m not presently serving at a church. The good side of that is that I have the ability to visit different local churches. It’s a lot more hopeful than physical homelessness. I know God wouldn’t have us remain spiritually homeless very long though, so we’re in the process of seeking God’s direction for a church home. It’s been a surprisingly refreshing time. It’s also been very eye-opening.
Since I’m still receiving questions and comments from people who don’t know, I’d like to take a moment to clarify. I have followed in obedience to God, to resign my last position where I served. That’s the reason. No fall out, no disputes, no arguments or any other gossip that you may have heard. Purely obedience. It’s always a scary step into the unknown, but we know God will direct our path. Courts Of Praise Church is an incredibly thriving, blessed group of people who truly and sincerely love God with all their hearts. I truly believe that. I know they are achieving amazing fruit, in a very desperate community, and I continue to pray for them everyday.
When God speaks He always requires an active response. We’ve responded, and know without a wavering doubt that He is leading us into our next step. Thank you all for your prayers during this time. I pray we find our new home soon!