Who is My Father?

The past weekend was a time for depth. Saturday night, Ron and Linda hosted our first annual Father-Daughter dance at the Queen Anne building. Fun, beautiful, kinetic (I guess this applies to both the dance and to my daughter Ariel!) and of course, "deep," (the Brumleys had armed each table with a series of cards with questions for the Dads like, "when's the last time you cried?") the evening was just enchanted enough to be believed.

Sunday morning church services featured a thank you to all the Dads out there--you, know, we appreciate it even more than we think! The UW ministry ran the whole church service--graduation Sunday--and it was a brief reminder of how much we love and need the next generation of zealous disciples.

Some close friends of ours lost a Dad on Father's Day--we are grieving with them.

On Monday, the staff sat at the feet of Steve Staten, an elder, evangelist, and teacher from the Chicago church. Steve taught on the subject, "Who is my brother?" helping us navigate the confusion endemic to denominational Christianity as we seek to share our faith with patients that need the healing rather than with doctors who don't. Stay tuned.

The question can be confusing: who is my brother exactly? A better question, that keeps the first one in humble perspective, is, "Who is my Father?" The closer we are to Him, the better we know Him, the longer we walk with Him, the clearer it all gets...