Every Thursday I’ll send a note to your inbox with a devotional thought designed to help connect you with God, information about what’s going on at The Church at Clayton Crossings, and some fun facts to help us get to know one another.
What I’m thinking:
I love Wednesday afternoons.
Let me ‘splain: you might expect, especially since I have the job of professional-church guy, that I love Wednesday afternoons because I’m beside myself with excitement, eagerly awaiting an opportunity to see people at church on Wednesday night.
Believe that if you must, but that’s not it. I love seeing you, and I’m sure you’re a wonderful person, but there’s something that gets me even more excited, and I can tell you in two words:
Emma and Starbucks.
(OK, I can already hear the literalists complaining that I used three words instead of two, but in this case a conjunction ain’t a word, so stuff it…)
Isn’t she adorable? Emma is a huge fan of the world’s largest java peddler (as am I), but a five dollar cuppa joe isn’t what I look forward to most. Emma and I have set Wednesday afternoons aside as our date afternoon. I have her attention for a whole hour, and we talk about everything under the sun. Here’s a bullet point list of what was on the agenda yesterday:
- Bob Dylan’s “Shelter from the Storm” captures how daddy thinks about mommy
- A Double Chocolaty Chip Frappuccino with a shot of vanilla has to be best drink in the whole world
- The girls in her small group at church are becoming her best friends
- “Hearts on Fire” by Passenger and Ed Sheeran will one day become the Sanders’ family anthem
- Hell must be like a never-ending PE class
I let her direct the conversation, and we always have a ball. As you can tell, we’re not solving the world’s problems, and that’s fine by me. I’m not even interested in solving Emma’s problems, though I’m happy to help. There’s someone who can be of much greater help – I want her to know Him!
I’m attempting to disciple my daughter as she shares her life with me. It makes me sad to think that our Wednesday dates will one day come to an end. But, for as long as I have her, I’m going to do everything I can to help her discover how she can live as a young woman who is completely devoted to God. Here’s the best part: in spite of my own flaws and brokenness, God allows me the privilege of leading her to to become more like Jesus.
Emma’s amazing, and she knocks my socks off. She is one of the few people who can make me laugh out loud, and one of her hugs gives me enough warm fuzzies to last a week. It’s an honor to be her dad, and I can’t wait to see how God will use her for His purposes.
Who are you helping become more like Jesus?
Deuteronomy 6:4-7 “Listen, Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is One. Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength. These words that I am giving you today are to be in your heart. Repeat them to your children. Talk about them when you sit in your house and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. (Holman Christian Standard)
What I need to remember:
- BAPTISM Our next baptism is scheduled for Sunday, January 17. Let us celebrate the transformation Jesus has made in your life and sign up today – the list is already getting pretty long!
- CHRISTMAS UNWRAPPED SERIES CONTINUES THIS WEEK I’m a Christmas junkie, so a sermon series about the birth of Jesus gets me more than a little fired up! Join us this Sunday at 10:30 for the second sermon in the Christmas Unwrapped series.
What I’m reading:
- Multiply by Francis Chan
- Note to Self: The Discipline of Preaching to Yourself by Joe Thorn
What I’m listening to:
- Emma and I have been experiencing a Bob Dylan revival. We’re absorbing the Blood on the Tracks album
- Daniel Renstrom’s On the Incarnation is becoming my favorite Christmas album
John Sanders is the non-stuffy pastor at The Church at Clayton Crossings. His primary mission is to help people find and follow Jesus. Additionally, he longs to write like the child of Aaron Sorkin and Dave Barry, preach like W.A. Criswell, look like Bradley Cooper, and eat like he’s seventeen years old. A more complete (and less snarky) bio can be found here.