The Dad Life
We showed this video yesterday at Grace.
You may have seen it before, and if so, forgive me. If not…you’re welcome.
We showed this video yesterday at Grace.
You may have seen it before, and if so, forgive me. If not…you’re welcome.

He just has this courageous spirit in him. And I fight my hardest to not discipline that out of him.
Because seeing my son do courageous things thrills my heart, and I know it’s a expression of his God-given spirit of adventure. And it would be easy for me to discipline that out of him in the name of safety and order. I could demand that he not run amuck, that he play it safe, that he walk (err…jump) a more careful path.
But I am convinced that that’s not best for him in the long run. That’s simply what’s good for me and my sanity in the short-run.
I want to encourage my son to continue to take risks. Stand up to challenges. Do things nobody else is doing. Blaze his own path. Follow his dream. And live out the calling God’s placed on his life. I want to teach my son to live dangerously. It’s much easier to rein that courage in, and point it towards Christ, than to re-program a man to live dangerously. I want to encourage him to be courageous now, and reward those small feats.
David also said to Solomon his son, “Be strong and courageous, and do the work. Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the LORD God, my God, is with you. He will not fail you or forsake you until all the work for the service of the temple of the LORD is finished. – 1 Chronicles 28:20
Have you ever been encouraged to live dangerously?
Disagree with the idea that boys (and men) living dangerously is a good thing? Feel free to push back! Click HERE to jump in the comments!
I love being a dad.
It’s not easy, by any stretch of the imagination. But it’s good.
And one thing that we as a family love is laughing together. And one way I personally promote that is by tickling my son. It makes both of us laugh hysterically.
I don’t know if you’ve ever tickled a 2-year old, but it’s pretty funny. It’s hard not to laugh along with them.
And I noticed this the other day: my son starts laughing before I even tickle him.
I just curl up my hand, like I’m going to tickle him…and just get it close to his belly, and he starts to cringe up in laughter. And it’s not one of those courtesy chuckles. It’s an all-body laughter.
The anticipation plays into his overall tickle experience.
And I’m convinced that Sunday mornings are similar.
From week to week, we should be building anticipation as to what’s coming next time. Whether that’s through
We should be thinking, “What’s encouraging our folks to come back next week?”* Is there a reason for a newcomer (who may or may not be a follower of Christ) to return? How are you communicating to them that coming back next week is vital? Are you following up throughout the week?
If you believe that the message you’re presenting is valuable, why would you not create tension and anticipation for what’s coming next?
TV shows do it. Movies do it. Radio talk shows create it. Teachers create it. Guys who want a second date build it.
If you want a second round with a visitor, you’ve got to build anticipation.
How are you building anticipation?
Should we build anticipation, or should the message simply speak for itself, standing alone?
*Before you leave theologically charged comments, let it be known…I believe that God is the one who draws and changes hearts. He is the Motivator. It’s his kindness that leads us to repentance. I just don’t want anything to get in the way of that, if I can help it.
…reveals what’s important to your heart.
These are the things keeping me up at night.
If you’re leading an organization…what is it that is causing you to sweat, go to work early, pray more, fast more, sleep less, and work harder?
If you don’t know what that is, maybe you should stay up at night and figure it out…
One day soon afterward Jesus went up on a mountain to pray, and he prayed to God all night. At daybreak he called together all of his disciples and chose twelve of them to be apostles… – Luke 6:12-13
I’m a father. I have a 2 year old son that I love dearly.
And I’m often thinking about the future for him, and how I can raise him so that he becomes a great man who loves God, loves his family, and ministers the Gospel well.
I love that I get to be around him so much, and get to play a huge role in his life. I don’t take that for granted at all. I mean, we eat dinner as a family every night of the week…how awesome is that?!?
But when I read THIS STORY, I was immediately convicted, and began thinking about what I would do if I were to die young.
What am I doing to pave the way for the future growth of my family?
What if I die in the next couple of years…is my family prepared for something like that?
Have I invested my time in the things that matter most?
Check this video out. And think through your own life and family, the way you spend your time, and the preparation you’ve done for the future.
(HT: @BenArment)
(Rex on his 4-wheeler, 2-20-2011)
On Sunday, my son ran up and down the halls of our church building (a high school, in fact) yelling, “Pee pee!! Pee pee!!”
Obviously, we’re in the middle (well, that’s probably a stretch. We’re probably closer to the beginning of this stage) of potty training.
I could’ve gotten frustrated. Embarrassed. Angry. Or indifferent. But I was none of that.
I chose to laugh. Why?
Because it’s funny! My 2 year old son is telling the whole world that he just peed in the toilet, not his pants.
Was it embarrassing? Yep.
Was it frustrating, especially because he also peed in his diaper? Yep.
But in that moment, I chose not to focus on the growth that still needed to happen. I chose to celebrate with my son.
And we’d do well to remind ourselves that our Father rejoices over even a small step of faith. Good fathers don’t punish their children when they pee in their diaper, even though they’re learning not to. I don’t scold my son, even though I’ve told him countless times that he’s supposed to pee in the toilet.
Because I have the future in mind. I know that, at some point, the battle with this will be over. We’ll work through this. This is just a step in his journey towards maturity. He’ll mature out of this, and in the meantime, I’m going to celebrate small steps in the right direction.
And I can’t help but think that God has the future in mind with us, too. He has the bigger picture of our growth and maturity in mind at all times. And yes, at times, we need discipline. But He celebrates small steps in the right direction because He can see what we cannot. And while we’re sitting in our own guilt and shame, God’s seeing the future, and is ready to offer us grace if we’ll just step towards Him.
But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found. (Luke 15:32)
Do you need to remind yourself that a step in the right direction is worth celebrating?
Do you need to remind someone else of that?
George Washington was a courageous man.
I knew this to be true…you can’t go through the United States public school system without studying about our country’s first President. But I’ve recently been reminded of his heroism while reading 1776 by George McCullough.
In September of 1775, Boston was under siege by British troops. Washington was the commander of the American military forces (which were a mishmash of untrained and largely unorganized farmers and other Yankees), and he was ready to make a bold move to recapture Boston, ending the siege. However, there were two problems.
1. The British forces were powerful and abundant.
2. An attack on Boston, to remove the siege, could mean the destruction of the city.
But Washington wasn’t one to sit around and wait for something to happen. So he began petitioning Congress to move troops, and begin attacking the British at Boston, because he knew how strategic and valuable the city would continue to be for the future success of the Revolutionary War.
In a letter to the governor of Rhode Island, Washington said this:
No danger is to be considered when put in competition with the magnitude of the cause.
Washington was facing lots of dangers. Loss of significant lives. Loss of his power and authority. Loss of his reputation. Loss of the city of Boston. Loss of supplies. Loss of time. Loss of effort. Loss of the colonies to the British. But he was willing to not consider those dangers when he compared them to the magnitude of the cause…winning independence.
We could learn something from this, even today. Because far too often, when we count the cost, we show by our actions that we believe the task is too dangerous for us. We show fear when we don’t
When we put the above in competition with the magnitude of the cause…they pale in comparison. They are still dangerous…highly dangerous. You could get burned, misunderstood, shamed, abandoned, discouraged, and broke. But, like Washington said, these dangers aren’t to be considered when we compare them with the magnitude of the cause. What is the cause that has such magnitude?
There’s nothing else greater.
For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. – 1 Timothy 1:7
Have you ever felt yourself crippled by fear?
What was it that got you going again?
My traditions are changing this year.
When I was a kid, on Christmas Eve night, we’d head over to my Aunt and Uncle’s house, eat homemade lasagna with the whole family, then come back home in time to go to sleep. We’d wake up early on Christmas morning, open gifts with my parents, eat homemade donuts my dad made, then spend the afternoon at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house. That was our tradition.
When I got married, my traditions changed. Nothing went away…but lots of traditions were added. On Christmas Eve night, we’d go to a traditional candlelight service in Winchester, TN, then head to my wife’s grandma’s house to eat and exchange gifts. We’d get back to Clarksville about midnight, wake up and head to my parent’s house to eat homemade donuts made by my dad, then spend the afternoon at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Then we’d head to my wife’s Grandma and Grandpa’s house to finish the day thoroughly exhausted. Christmas was special…but often felt rushed and hectic.
This year, our traditions are changing again. In a big way. Our son is getting to the age where we want to begin crafting his Christmas traditions. We’re treating Christmas Eve morning as our Christmas morning. And if our family wants to see Rex (which is the only person they care about in our family, if we were truly honest with each other), they have to come to us. Christmas Eve night, I’m thrilled to be worshipping for the first time on Christmas Eve with my church family (details HERE). Christmas will be much more relaxed, yet we’ll still be able to spend time with all of our family. It’ll just be spread out over a few days.
Traditions change. And that’s okay. When we’re unwilling to change, it’s easy to work ourselves into a rut. In that rut, we forget why we do what we do. And we begin doing things simply because we’ve always done them…getting frustrated with anyone who questions or challenges our traditions.
Traditions change. And they should. Because we change. Life doesn’t stay the same. It takes us through many different roads. People are added. Taken away. And that changes the flavor of our families.
Traditions change. And if you stick so closely to your traditions, you’ll alienate many newcomers. Take, for instance, my son. If we were unbending in our holiday routines, he’d always view Christmas as a rushed, tiring, hectic, gifts-focused time. I don’t want that.
So this holiday season, evaluate why you do what you do. What is it that you, as a family, value? Don’t just continue the same traditions because you’ve always done them. Because if you’re not careful, your traditions can block you from that which you value.
What is your favorite Christmastime tradition?
Is there something new you’re doing this year?
How do you handle change?
To me, family devotions are kind of cheesy.
I mean, I like the concept of sitting down as a family and talking through the truths of the Bible together. But when it comes to sitting down and actually doing it, in my head it just comes off being silly. I keep imagining a family all cozy in their den, with the children in the pajamas, sitting around a fire. Dad gets out his guitar, and they sing a song together. The children are gleaming as mom and dad, in their footed pajamas, talk about how God changed their soul…at breakfast that morning.
Weird, no?

This Christmas season, though, I’ve found a new resource I’m going to try. And I won’t be wearing any footed pajamas when I read it.
Because I really want my son to understand the beauty of the Christmas season. Why we give gifts. Why we decorate our house. Why we visit family.
Because in all of the hustle and bustle of getting ready, it’s incredibly easy to forget to instill in my son the values that are driving our generosity. I want to raise a son that understands our traditions, and celebrates them with as much life and vigor as we do. And not just because he’s excited about getting gifts from a fat man whose belly jiggles.
Here’s the new ebook, called Christmas Reboot, written by a good friend of mine, Alan Danielson. You should pick up a copy. It’s only $8.
My family and I are going to be working through this throughout the holidays. I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m pretty stoked about it.
Will you join us?