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Apr 20, 2017

Gift of Encouragement

“Keep going kid; no one is on you,” my teammate shouted as he skated behind me during a recent hockey game.

He is almost ten years YOUNGER than me and had just passed a puck to me as I crossed the blue line deep in our end.

“Keep going kid; no one is on you”, my teammate continued to shout as I made my way from one end of the rink to the other and crossed center ice. Suddenly, I was motivated to skate around everyone who was in my path. Bobby Orr would have been so proud of me…

“Keep going kid; no one is on you”, my teammate continued to shout as I made my way past the blue line and towards the net. 

“Keep going kid; no one is on you”, my teammate continued to shout as I took a shot and watched it bounce (accidentally) off a defenseman’s skate and into the net. I said to the man playing defense; “Now that is how you score a goal!”

He, in turn, said to me; “No I scored the goal…you only get the assist!” as he smiled at me. Either way, I lit the lamp; not him!

“Way to go kid; nice job!” my teammate said to me; “I knew you could do it!”

Many times, I have skated down towards the net as I look for someone to pass to rather than going all the way in myself. And, for the most part this is a good thing to do because there are other players on the team.

But, to be honest with you, I tend to pass not just because it is the right thing to do, but because I try to get it away sooner than I should to hand it off to someone else.

So, what made the difference with this goal? What motivated me to push harder than I had been in the game? One word: ENCOURAGEMENT.

Encouragement was the impetus for me to push past all obstacles and not stop until I scored a goal.

It is said that we can live (perhaps) up to a week without water and (perhaps) forty days without food. BUT we can only live a brief time without hope or encouragement. We may be physically alive, but we are very much dead on the inside.

Zig Ziglar said, “Encouragement is the fuel on which hope runs.”
 
I like that because I want to bring the gift of encouragement to those who come across my path each day. 

In fact, even as a casual reader of the Bible you will discover that giving encouragement is one the themes repeatedly found in the Epistles as something that all Christians are called to do.   

Why? Because as I travel throughout the world, I see a desperate need for hope to contradict the despair that seems to be so rampant in everyday life.

People are no longer plagued by guilt, but by hopelessness and despair.

I believe that a relationship with Jesus is the answer to this problem.

I believe that God’s Word, the Bible, gives answers to this lack of hope, and we endeavor to minister using the principles of God’s Word.

In fact, the mission that my ministry; River of Hope Ministries; set out to follow comes from Ephesians 1:15-23: That you may know the Hope of His calling”

I want to “Create places of grace where unconvinced people can come to know and wholeheartedly follow Jesus Christ.” This includes those who walk with Him as well as those who haven’t yet met Him so that each may know the Hope of His Calling.

In light of that, how can I encourage you today? Where are the areas that you need some encouragement to keep going towards your goal? Where are the areas that overcoming seems impossible to you?

Oh, fellow traveler; who are the people that (perhaps) you are supposed to bring the gift of encouragement to that can become the fuel for hope in someone else’s’ life?

Who are the people who you could use you to simply encourage them to press deeper and go further than they think they can?

Not sure where to start? Watch this video to see encouragement in action…

 


Mar 3, 2016

Leaving On My Own Terms

It was Friday afternoon and I was on my way home from work. The temperatures had been up in the fifties; which is not bad for the last week in February here in Minnesota. While everyone else was rejoicing at the prospect of an early spring, a little sadness began to creep in as my heart went from joy to melancholy.

I had decided to stop at one of my favorite (I have many) homes-away-from-home to check on the conditions of the outdoor ice. Against all hope I was longing for one more game on the outdoor ice rink. I wanted to leave the outdoor hockey on my own terms; not based on what the weather was communicating.


One of my hockey rink rats had sent an email to all of us fellow rink rats earlier in the day to ask the question: I know it has been warm, but are we playing tomorrow?”


Someone else replied to his email; “I checked out the ice twice earlier this week and it looked pretty poor…Given today’s sunshine, I didn’t bother going by there this afternoon…


When I arrived at the rink and walked over to inspect the ice, it was a sad sight to see and I was sad; so very sad indeed and it was not the way it was supposed to be. Not if had anything to say about it; after all I was a tax payer for the great city of Saint Paul that owned this rink. They put in this refrigerated outdoor ice rink so that we tax payers could use it from November through March.


Instead of pristine ice, it was chewed up and extremely rough. Everywhere I looked I could see boot prints from someone walking across the melting ice. In fact the goals were sunk one inch into the ice. 


And then, I listened to hear if the compressor that keeps the ice cold was still running. Instead, I only heard silence as tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that they shut off the compressor that keeps the ice rink frozen. 


When I got home, I sent out a group email to communicate the heart wrenching news by writing; “I just stopped by. Compressor is OFF. That's all folks! See you in November...”


Personally, I have had to deliver many death notifications in my life as a minister, but none felt as painful as this. This had finality because I realized that our hockey season was over. 


This meant that there would NOT be one more game outdoors. To play hockey, I would have to move the game back indoors for awhile....


I ate my dinner as I choked back the tears. Afterwards, I started to pack up my hockey gear; inquiring of Cathy If I could leave it all out just one more week…She agreed knowing that death is something that one processes over time.


As I brushed away the gloominess that rested over me like the London fog, I decided to check my email as I started on my journey through the Valley of Baca. 


In the IN-Box was an email from a different rink rat written to the whole group. He wrote; “Just went by Palace Playground the ice actually looks pretty decent for as warm as it's been how about a 7 AM start Saturday Feb 27th


Could this be true? I thought to myself…had someone run a scraper or Zamboni over the ice? Oh be still my heart; you’ve been tricked before…still, what if it was true?


I decided to refresh my email and check to see if there was any chatter from the group. My IN-Box lit up as another rat responded to the latest email by writing; “I'll take the chance on the ice. See you at 7am.This could be the last chance this season.”


I hit REPLY ALL by writing; “I will be there as well!” and then ran downstairs to pack my gear for the game that would take place on Saturday morning. Tommy O was a happy camper once again! 


When Saturday came, the ice looked as bad as when I had seen it the night before. I asked the rat what he was looking at the night before prior to sending his email which stated; “…the ice actually looks pretty decent…”


He admitted that he hadn’t really looked at the ice very closely. I reasoned that perhaps his bad vision was caused by the tears in his eyes as he too realized that the season was over.


Such a wave of emotions came over me that can only be compared to when a tearful Miss Colombia has to take off her crown and hand it over to Miss Philippines on live television at the 2016 Miss Universe Contest. 


“We are here; I say we play!” said that rat who had emailed all of us; “I'll take the chance on the ice. See you at 7am.This could be the last chance this season.”  


That was all of the inspiration and motivation that we needed. We were here, this was it, there were no more chances…we laced up ours skates and hit the ice as we pondered how we would navigate through the poor ice conditions.


Long story shorter, the longer we played, the better the ice surface became as our sharp skates shaved down the imperfections leaving decent outdoor ice conditions. Two hours later we posed for a photo to commemorate not only the 2015-2016 winter hockey season, but also this particular Saturday in February. 


Today, we fought the elements (warm temperatures) and we won. I had left the ice on my own terms and all was right with the world once again.


And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.” (Colossians 3:17).