Sunday, June 14, 2026

The Spot Remains- Day 14- June R&R

As I continued reading through
The Call, I found myself stopping at a statement that Os Guinness makes in the chapter "People of the Call." He quotes an observation that human beings cannot gaze directly at two realities for very long without losing their bearings: the glory of God and the darkness of human evil.

That struck me because it seems that much of modern culture is attempting to solve one of those problems by simply changing the language surrounding it.

Over the last several decades, we have become increasingly convinced that if we can remove a label, we can remove the reality behind it. If a behavior is no longer called sin, perhaps the guilt associated with it disappears. If a moral boundary is redefined, perhaps the consequences become less severe. If enough people agree that something is acceptable, perhaps it actually becomes acceptable.

The problem is that life rarely works that way.

One of the things I have observed over the years is that human beings are remarkably good at rationalizing almost anything. We can justify decisions, explain motives, excuse behavior, and convince ourselves that what we are doing is perfectly reasonable. Yet even with all of our sophistication and psychological insight, the human conscience remains surprisingly stubborn.

We can rename things, but the spot remains.

That is one reason I think Romans 1 continues to resonate, even in a culture that increasingly rejects its conclusions. Paul's argument is not merely that people commit sins. His argument is that people suppress truth. There is a profound difference between the two. One is an action. The other is a posture toward reality itself.

The older I get, the less interested I become in winning arguments and the more interested I become in understanding why people seem so restless. Why do people who achieve success still feel empty? Why do people who finally get what they wanted often find themselves disappointed? Why does the human heart continue searching long after it appears to have found everything it was looking for?

Augustine's famous observation still seems to explain more than most modern theories:

"Our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee."

I think Guinness is pointing toward something similar. Calling is not simply about discovering what we are supposed to do with our lives. It is about being restored to the One who gave us life in the first place.

That may be why Peter connects calling and holiness so naturally. When he writes, "As He who called you is holy, you also be holy," he is reminding believers that calling is not merely vocational. It is relational. The Caller shapes the called.

That is not a particularly popular idea today because holiness sounds restrictive while self-expression sounds liberating. Yet I have spent enough years around people to notice that self-expression alone rarely produces peace. People can be remarkably free to do whatever they wish and still remain deeply unhappy.

Perhaps that is because we were not designed merely for freedom. We were designed for fellowship with God.

As I think about this chapter during this June Tune-Up, I find myself less concerned with cultural debates and more concerned with personal honesty. It is easy to identify the problems "out there." It is harder to ask where I may still be suppressing truth, excusing sin, or avoiding obedience in my own life.

One of the themes that keeps resurfacing throughout The Call is that God calls people to Himself before He calls them to anything else. If that is true, then finding our aim begins not with career planning, giftedness assessments, or life strategies, but with a willingness to walk honestly before God.

Because until that relationship is restored, the restlessness remains- the spot remains still

One of the most haunting scenes in all of literature occurs near the end of Shakespeare's Macbeth. After helping orchestrate murder and deception in pursuit of power, Lady Macbeth begins sleepwalking through the castle, endlessly rubbing her hands and crying, "Out, damned spot! Out, I say!" The tragedy of the scene is that there is no actual stain on her hands. No amount of water is going to remove what troubles her because the spot is not physical—it is moral. Her conscience is bearing witness against her, and she discovers what human beings have always discovered: guilt cannot simply be scrubbed away by effort, denial, rationalization, or the passage of time. Shakespeare understood something that Scripture has taught for centuries. We can change the language, explain the behavior, or try to suppress the truth, but the spot remains until it is dealt with at its source..

I found the same issue with Rev. Dimmesdale in the Scarlet Letter- he even tried the old practice of medieval mortification… to no avail!

One of the reasons this matters during a June Tune-Up is that many of us arrive at summer assuming our deepest need is rest. Sometimes it is. We need sleep. We need margin. We need time with family. We need to slow down.

But sometimes what we call exhaustion is actually something deeper. We have spent months running hard while neglecting the condition of our souls. We have become distracted, spiritually dull, or disconnected from the Lord. The result is that we feel tired in places that a vacation cannot reach.

That is why confession has always been such an important part of the Christian life. Confession is not merely admitting wrong behavior. It is agreeing with God about reality. It is stepping out of the shadows, putting aside the excuses, and allowing His grace to reach places we have been hiding. Strangely enough, that process which sounds so uncomfortable often becomes one of the most refreshing experiences in the Christian life.

David understood this in Psalm 32 when he described the misery of hiding his sin and then the relief that came when he finally confessed it. The burden was not lifted because David became a better man. The burden was lifted because he stopped carrying it alone.

Perhaps part of being refreshed this June is not discovering something new at all. Perhaps it is simply returning to what we already know: God is holy, God is gracious, and God welcomes honest people. The spot remains when we cover it. It begins to disappear when we bring it into the light.

"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

Friedrich Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil (Aphorism 146): 

Song Link: The Abyss


Saturday, June 13, 2026

A Better Fire- Day 13- June R&R

As you may know, this series is basically a re-reading of
The Call by Os Guinness and a re-working of a devotional series I wrote back in 2014 called My Aim. What has surprised me most is that I have not really been editing old material as much as replacing it. The book hits me differently now than it did a decade ago, and frankly, I am not the same person who was writing those thoughts.

I suppose that should not surprise me. The pace of change around us is staggering. Technology, culture, education, leadership, communication, even the way people think about identity and purpose seem to be changing at a dizzying pace. It is no wonder so many people feel exhausted, burned out, discouraged, or left behind.

That is why Chapter 10 caught me off guard.

When we feel worn down, our natural instinct is usually to pull back. We want rest. We want relief. We want a chance to cool the engines for a while. There is certainly a place for that. God built rhythms of rest into creation itself. But here is Guinness talking about a consuming fire.

That image immediately grabbed my attention because I have always loved fires. I can sit and watch a campfire for hours. There is something mesmerizing about it. The movement, the heat, the unpredictability, the way a fire seems alive.

Guinness tells the story of Churchill sitting and staring into a fire, watching the wood slowly collapse into glowing coals and eventually into ash. As I thought about that image, I realized there may be two very different kinds of exhaustion.

One comes from spending our lives chasing things that never really satisfy. We burn ourselves up pursuing recognition, comfort, success, possessions, status, or approval. Eventually there is nothing left but smoke and ashes.

But there is another kind of exhaustion that comes from being fully spent in a worthy cause. A block of wood that has given everything it had to the fire does not regret becoming charcoal. It fulfilled its purpose.

That thought immediately brought me to another fire in Scripture—the burning bush.

Unlike every other fire, the bush burned but was not consumed. The source of the fire was not the bush itself. The fuel came from somewhere else.

I think that is an important distinction.

Many of us spend years trying to sustain ourselves through ambition, personality, talent, achievement, or sheer determination. Those things work for a while. In fact, they can work remarkably well for a season. But eventually every human source of energy begins to fade.

What if the real question is not whether I still have enough fuel? What if the question is whether I am connected to the right source?

As I have reflected on this chapter, I find myself wanting something more than mere maintenance. I do not want to spend the second half of life simply preserving what remains. I do not want to become one of those people who spends most of their energy reminiscing about better days, bigger opportunities, or past accomplishments.

I find myself praying something entirely different: "Lord, give me a better fire."

One of the more interesting observations Guinness makes near the end of the chapter is that Christianity does not really have an equivalent to the Greek pursuit of excellence. At first glance that seems true. Christians sometimes produce things that feel like second-rate versions of what the broader culture creates. We have all seen examples of that.

But I wonder if we sometimes evaluate excellence too early.

Psalm 73 has always fascinated me because the Psalmist spends most of the chapter envying the prosperity of the wicked. They seem successful. They seem healthy. They seem admired. Everything appears to be working in their favor while he struggles.

Then he says something that changes the entire psalm:

"Until I went into the sanctuary of God; then I discerned their end."

The end matters. Not simply how brightly we burn in our twenties.... how am I doing at The End?

As I continue to think about calling, I find myself caring more and more about finishing well. I cannot stop the aging process. I cannot recover lost years. I cannot slow the march of time.

As I look at posts, songs, poems, devotional I have written since I turned 60 I see how much this has dominated my thinking... I need to move on at some point to avoid the charge of 'over-dramatic' about it. In the end, it is just the inevitable.

But I'm also not going to wait around for it- .... consume me.

Song Link: Fire

(Verse 1)
I've watched a thousand fires burning,
Some rose bright and quickly died,
Chasing comfort, chasing glory,
Leaving only ash behind.
I've fed the flames with my own strength,
Thinking I could stand alone,
But every spark I tried to kindle
Faded when the fuel was gone.

(Pre-Chorus)
Then You showed me something different,
A fire that does not consume,
Like a bush upon the mountain,
Filled with holy light and truth.

(Chorus)
Give me a better fire,
Not one fueled by my desire,
Not by praise or earthly gain,
Not by pride's exhausting flame.
Give me a fire from Your glory,
One that tells a greater story,
So when all my days are through,
What's left will point to You.

(Verse 2)
Time has taught me what endurance
Really means along the way,
Not preserving fading embers,
But surrender day by day.
I don't want to spend these years
Looking backward through the smoke,
I want every breath remaining
Given fully to Your call.

(Pre-Chorus)
For the source of lasting power
Isn't found in what I do,
It is found in staying near You,
Letting Heaven see me through.

(Chorus)
Give me a better fire,
Not one fueled by my desire,
Not by praise or earthly gain,
Not by pride's exhausting flame.
Give me a fire from Your glory,
One that tells a greater story,
So when all my days are through,
What's left will point to You.
(Bridge)
Many fires burn for glory,
Many flames burn for applause,
But the fire that lasts forever
Burns for Christ and for His cause.
Keep me near the source of mercy,
Keep me resting in Your Son,
Till the final ember whispers,
"By His grace, the work is done."
(Chorus)
Give me a better fire,
Not one fueled by my desire,
Not by praise or earthly gain,
Not by pride's exhausting flame.
Give me a fire from Your glory,
One that tells a greater story,
So when all my days are through,
What's left will point to You.
Not consumed, yet ever burning,
Held within Your faithful hand.
Not retreating, not surrendering,
Kept by grace until the end.

Friday, June 12, 2026

The Call of 'Coram Deo'- Day 12- June R&R

Hebrews 11:6

"And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him."

Psalm 139:1-3

"O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways."

There are some ‘benefits’ of growing older:

"Age doesn’t hand you many gifts,

 But truth is one it gives to you."

Living to earn the approval and acceptance of others is EXHAUSTING!

When we are young, many of us spend enormous energy trying to gain acceptance. We adjust our words, soften our convictions, and shape our identity around the expectations of others. We become performers before an audience that is constantly changing.

The problem is that living for the approval of others never produces peace. The crowd is impossible to satisfy because the crowd is always changing.

Os Guinness addresses this in Chapter 9 of The Call when he speaks of living for an Audience of One. The Christian life was never intended to be directed by popularity, public opinion, or the approval of others. We are called to live before God.

The ancient phrase for this is ‘Coram Deo’ (literally "Before the face of God") —living one's entire life in the presence of God, under the authority of God, and to the glory of God.

Psalm 139 reminds us that there is nowhere we can go where God is not present. He knows our actions, our words, our motives, and even our thoughts. Before we speak, He knows what we will say. Before we act, He understands our intentions.

This reality is both comforting and challenging - comforting because God sees every unseen act of faithfulness. Every sacrifice, every kindness, every quiet act of obedience is noticed by Him. Hebrews tells us that He rewards those who diligently seek Him. Nothing done for His glory is ever wasted.

But God's presence is also a reminder that there are no hidden places. We may conceal things from others, but we never hide from Christ. Living Coram Deo calls us to integrity—a life in which our private character matches our public profession.

Yet there is another gift hidden within this truth- Living before God's face frees us from living for everyone else's.

Many people spend years trying to become the person others expect them to be. We borrow opinions, adopt roles, wear masks, and sometimes lose sight of who we really are. We become so focused on pleasing people that we forget the One who created us.

The freedom of Coram Deo is not simply that God is watching- but that He is all we need.

When His approval becomes our highest pursuit, we no longer have to chase the approval of the crowd.

The goal is not merely to become "the real me" as our culture often suggests. The goal is to become the person God created and called me to be.

In many ways, maturity is learning that those are not competing ideas.

The closer we draw to Christ, the more we become our true selves. The masks begin to fall away. The pretending loses its appeal. The need to impress others weakens. We discover that our identity was never meant to be built upon the opinions of people but upon the calling of God.

There is a ‘change’ in the linked song today that is a special heart cry for me:

Long enough to be honest,

 Long enough to be free…

 Long enough to finally meet

 The man inside of me.


As we reflect on June R&R (Refreshed/Reflect/Restored/ Renewed- pick one LOL) here is a good meditation:

To live consciously before the face of God, seeking His approval above all others, trusting His presence, and becoming the person He created me to be.

Song Link: Long EnoughTo Be Me

Prayer

Father, help me live today before Your face. Free me from the need to impress others or gain their approval. Teach me to seek Your pleasure above the applause of the crowd. Let me find my identity not in what others think of me, but in who You have called me to be. Help me walk in integrity, faithfulness, and courage, knowing that I live before an Audience of One. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Long Enough To Be Me

Verse 1
When I was young, I cared too much,
I smiled and lied to please.
But these lines on my face are the proof—
I’ve lived long enough to tell the truth.
Verse 2
I paid the price for borrowed smiles
That never reached my eyes.
Spent years pretending I was someone else,
Till I believed my own disguise.
I bent so far to fit their mold
I nearly broke in two—
You learn the cost of hiding long enough,
And the cost is losing you.
Chorus
These steady eyes are the proof—
I’m tired of who I used to be
No shrinking down to light the room,
No chasing who they said I should be.
My hand is strong, my voice is free—
I’ve lived long enough… to be me.
Verse 3
There was a time the mirror hurt—
A stranger’s stare looked back.
I walked a road of borrowed steps
And felt each promise crack.
But pain can sand a soul to shape
And leave the grain of something true—
Age doesn’t hand you many gifts,
But truth is one it gives to you.
Chorus
These steady eyes are the proof—
I’m tired of who I used to be
No shrinking down to light the room,
No chasing who they said I should be.
My hand is strong, my voice is free—
I’ve lived long enough… to be me.
Outro
Long enough to be honest,
Long enough to be free…
Long enough to finally meet
The man inside of me.


Thursday, June 11, 2026

To Whom We Are Called- Day 11- June R&R


As I continued reading through
The Call, I found myself spending less time thinking about the call itself and more time thinking about the One who is doing the calling. That may seem like a small distinction, but I am becoming increasingly convinced that it is one of the most important lessons in the entire book.

When most people think about calling, they naturally gravitate toward questions of direction. What does God want me to do? Where should I go? What decision should I make? What is His plan for my life? I have certainly spent plenty of time asking those questions myself.

But Guinness keeps pulling the reader back to a deeper reality. Before we ask what God is calling us to do, we should spend some time considering who it is that is calling us.

That thought took me back to a difficult season in my own life.

It was November of 2005. Football season had ended earlier than I had hoped, and while coaching disappointment was certainly part of what I was feeling, there were deeper struggles taking place as well. I remember writing a series of blog posts during that period with titles like "Hurt" and "Laboring in Vain." Looking back at those entries now, I can still feel some of the heaviness that surrounded that season.

One prayer from that time captured where I was emotionally:

"I confess to You O Lord that I am powerless to do even one good thing. I cannot change a heart. I cannot build a family or a program. I desperately need You."

The truth is that I felt fruitless. I was working hard, trying to lead well, trying to do what I believed was right, but I could not see much evidence that any of it was making a difference. Anyone who has spent years in education, coaching, ministry, parenting, or leadership probably understands that feeling. There are seasons when effort and results do not seem to be closely connected.

One morning during that stretch I woke up especially discouraged. It was cold, dark, and foggy. I got dressed, climbed into my old Mercedes station wagon, and began the drive to school. My radio was broken, which left me alone with my thoughts, and unfortunately my thoughts were not particularly encouraging that morning.

As I drove through the fog, I finally asked out loud what had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks.

"Father, what are You doing?"

I remember telling Him that I had moved my family, worked as hard as I knew how, tried to be faithful, and yet everything felt confusing and uncertain. More than answers, I remember wanting reassurance.

I needed to know He was there.

When I arrived at the football field house, I pulled up near the weight room, turned off the engine, and sat there for a moment. As I looked toward the stadium fence, I noticed something I had never seen before.

The chain-link fence was covered with spider webs.

Not a few webs. Hundreds of them!


The fog had condensed on the strands in such a way that every web was suddenly visible. What had been invisible the day before was now outlined by thousands of tiny droplets. As I got out of the car and walked closer, I realized that every web seemed perfectly designed. One after another stretched across the fence in intricate patterns. They had likely been there for days or weeks, but I had never noticed them because the conditions had not allowed me to see them.

Standing there in the cold, looking at those webs, I had one of the most profound moments of my Christian life.

Not because God gave me a detailed answer. What impressed itself upon my heart that morning was a simple truth:

"I am here."

The older I get, the more I realize how often I want explanations when what I really need is God's presence.

He reminded me that He was still there, whether I could see Him clearly or not.

That experience has stayed with me for nearly twenty years now. Looking back, I think it connects directly to what Guinness is emphasizing in this chapter. We become consumed with questions about the call, while God continually directs our attention back to the Caller.

One of the reasons books like Knowing God by J. I. Packer had such an impact on me as a young believer is that they focused less on what God could do for me and more on who He is. The God who calls us is not merely a guide helping us navigate life. He is the Creator of all things. He is holy, sovereign, wise, and good. He knows the end from the beginning and never loses sight of His purposes.

If that is true, then the most important aspect of any calling is not the assignment itself.

It is the One who makes the assignment.

The Psalmist could walk through the valley of the shadow of death because God was with him. Abraham could leave his homeland because God was with him. The disciples could leave their nets because Jesus stood before them. Their confidence was never rooted primarily in circumstances. It was rooted in the character of God.

That is why I think Guinness is right to keep bringing us back to this point. The ultimate blessing of Christianity is not that God gives us purpose, direction, meaning, or even eternal life.

The ultimate blessing is that we get God Himself.

And sometimes, when life is foggy and confusing and we cannot see very far down the road, that truth is enough.

Song Link: Little Things