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ManClan: Summer 2014 Rewind Video 
Here’s my video rewind of this summer’s ManClan events and the culminating ManKamp highlights from Priest Lake, ID. Enjoy and plan on joining us next year! 

Jonah: the reluctant prophet.

I’m dealing with two significantly different postures of mind and heart tomorrow in my sermon at Jacob’s Well: Jonah: the reluctant prophet: When our heart and God’s will don’t want the same thing. 

Paul: It is better for me to live…than to die. (Phil 1:24)

Jonah: It is better for me to die…than to live. (Jonah 3:3)

If you are not part of a church or have been thinking about returning, I think you will find tomorrow’s time together, worth the effort to come. I look forward to seeing you or meeting you for the first time or celebrating your return.

Artist: http://zbush.deviantart.com/art/Jonah-414606760

Those forsaken reawakened with my battle cry

Indestructible by choice
Valor rings out with the voice
Rail the consequence
Destiny’s the flag you hoist

Cast this sorrow to the wind

Let tomorrow be the light you’re made to herald in

Like a master of the seven seas

Your reputation’s grown

This eternal flame’s been sown

-lyrics from the song: Battle Cry, Judas Priest

-artist: Frank Frazetta

The mansion of my soul is narrow; enlarge it, that You may enter in. It is in ruins; repair it.
Saint Augustine, Confessions (via pureblyss)

(via puer-christianus)

We finally replaced all the windows in our house and now have energy efficient, sound limiting, screened windows! After 8 years with windows from 1895 we can finally look forward to winter living in this house and not loathe it. Plus now I can open my study and not fight flies and bees.

Newest Biggest Loser trainer: Jennifer Widerstrom. She looks a bit different than her American Gladiator days as “Phoniex”.

The House That Built Me- Miranda Lambert

ok, I’m getting destroyed this morning….

I was wrong…”

Ugh, so much life hidden in these words for me. Sad how much pain people cause one another. A lot of the tears of life spring from the memories of all that we wish wouldn’t have gone down. 

"I knew the United States was in the war, up to the neck and in to the death. So we had won after all….Hitler’s fate was sealed. Mussolini’s fate was sealed. As for the Japanese, they would be ground to powder…. Silly people — and there were many, not only in enemy countries — might discount the force of the United States. Some said they were soft, others that they would never be united. They would fool around at a distance. They would never come to grips. They would never stand blood-letting. Their democracy and system of recurrent elections would paralyze their war effort. They would just be a vague blur on the horizon to friend or foe. Now we should see the weakness of this numerous but remote, wealthy, and talkative people. But I had studied the American Civil War, fought out to the last desperate inch. American blood flowed in my veins. I thought of a remark which Edward Grey had made to me more than thirty years before — that the United States is "a gigantic boiler. Once the fire is lighted under it there is no limit to the power it can generate." Being saturated and satiated with emotion and sensation, I went to bed and slept the sleep of the saved and thankful."
— Winston Churchill, The Grand Alliance
Winston Churchill in his officer’s uniform, age 21, 1895.

"I knew the United States was in the war, up to the neck and in to the death. So we had won after all….Hitler’s fate was sealed. Mussolini’s fate was sealed. As for the Japanese, they would be ground to powder…. Silly people — and there were many, not only in enemy countries — might discount the force of the United States. Some said they were soft, others that they would never be united. They would fool around at a distance. They would never come to grips. They would never stand blood-letting. Their democracy and system of recurrent elections would paralyze their war effort. They would just be a vague blur on the horizon to friend or foe. Now we should see the weakness of this numerous but remote, wealthy, and talkative people. But I had studied the American Civil War, fought out to the last desperate inch. American blood flowed in my veins. I thought of a remark which Edward Grey had made to me more than thirty years before — that the United States is "a gigantic boiler. Once the fire is lighted under it there is no limit to the power it can generate." Being saturated and satiated with emotion and sensation, I went to bed and slept the sleep of the saved and thankful."

— Winston Churchill, The Grand Alliance

Winston Churchill in his officer’s uniform, age 21, 1895.

The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies Tapestry closeups

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“When a believer has fallen into a low, sad state of feeling, he often tries to lift himself out of it by chastening himself with dark and doleful fears. Such is not the way to rise from the dust, but to continue in it. It is not the law, but the gospel which saves the seeking soul at first; and it is not a legal bondage, but gospel liberty which can restore the fainting believer afterwards. Slavish fear brings not back the backslider to God, but the sweet wooings of love allure him to Jesus’ bosom…Whatever good quality there is in divine grace, you shall enjoy it to the full. All the riches of divine grace you shall receive in plenty; you shall be as it were drenched with it: and as sometimes the meadows become flooded by the bursting rivers, and the fields are turned into pools, so shall you be — the thirsty land shall be springs of water.”

-Charles Spurgeon

“Courageous manliness is personified in the story of Gaius Mucius, a noble Roman youth from the early Republic. An Etruscan king named Porsenna had besieged Rome by garrisoning his soldiers around the city. Gaius Mucius asked the Roman senators for permission to slip into the Etruscan camp and kill Porsenna. He killed Porsenna’s secretary by mistake, and he was captured by the king’s bodyguards. Gaius Mucius said to the king: 

I am Gaius Mucius, a citizen of Rome. I came here as an enemy to kill my enemy, and I am as ready to die as I am to kill. We Romans act bravely and, when adversity strikes, we suffer bravely. Nor am I the only one who feels this way; behind me stands a line of those who seek the same honour.” [*] 

Porsenna threatened to throw Gaius Mucius into the fire. Gaius Mucius responded by thrusting his own hand into the fire. As his hand burned, he said: 

Look upon me and realize what a paltry thing the body is for those who seek great glory.” [*] 

Porsenna told Gaius Mucius that, were he a member of his own tribe, he would commend him for his bravery. Gaius Mucius was released, but he told Porsenna that there were three hundred other Romans who would be willing to sacrifice themselves as he had to save their city, and that if the siege of Rome persisted, sooner or later one of them would manage to succeed in killing the king. Porsenna sent an envoy to the Romans, offering peace terms. Gaius Mucius earned the nickname “Scaevola,” meaning “left-handed,” after losing his right hand to the fire.”

-Jack Donovan’s book: The Way of Men

I used this story in our ManKamp final gathering to ignite the courage needed to pursue Jude 1:23 “…save others by snatching them from the fire; to others show mercy, mixed with fear—hating even the clothing stained by corrupted flesh.”

An example of men moved by God’s love for men, daring to get into the fire for the purposes of God. 

*Livy. The Rise of Rome: Books One to Five (Bks. 1-5) Book 2: 12.

[Bronze statue of Gaius Mucius Scaevola by German sculptor Wilhelm Kumm (1861-?)]

ManKamp 2014 was a raging success: hiking, swimming, axe swinging, wood chopping, meat roasting, 4x4’n, fishing, biking, shooting and deep Christ & life wisdom shared around the sacred circle of hot fire & brotherhood.

I’m not a professional prophet, and I was never trained to be one. I’m just a shepherd, and I take care of sycamore-fig trees. But the Lord called me away from my flock and told me, ‘Go and prophesy to my people in Israel.

 Farmer Amos (Amos 7:14-15)

(wow, I can relate to this…)