The Greatness of God Is Your Greatest Strength – By Thomas Koester

While your suffering is sacred before God, He is greater than what you suffer.

God’s faithfulness is Greater than our faithlessness.

‘“Great is Thy faithfulness,” O God my Father, There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.

Great is Thy faithfulness!” “Great is Thy faithfulness!”

Morning by morning new mercies I see; All I have needed Thy hand hath provided —“Great is Thy faithfulness,” Lord, unto me!'” Thomas Chisholm – 1925

For the believer (one who responds in faith and obedience to God’s purpose and will), there is no circumstance, trial, hardship, sickness, disease or even death, whereby it touches us or even comes near us that is not so ordered by God, and which has been planned before our very existence.

In other words, God is never surprised; never taken off guard, thwarted, undermined nor defeated in any event, good or bad in or about our lives. He cannot be manipulated, coerced, threatened or successfully conspired against, by any force, any power, whether invisible or seen; in earth or space, in past or present, whether by gods, demons, angels or men. Simply, God has no “plan B” and absolutely no competitor, period, end of story!

Otherwise my dear brothers and sisters, He would not be God and certainly not worthy of our praise or our worship, our trust and our salvation!

So if you think you know God then kill god, for the god you think you know, is not the God who Is, but a god of your finite imagination. For the God who Is, is far greater and infinite than anything, or anyone, or that any power can imagine, create or conjure.

Whether your faith is tiny or great, new or old, it can never define our God, but only give you the slightest glimpses into a fraction of His infinite greatness and unknowable person and unending character.

Now compare our Great God, with your worst day, most deadly disease, and most grievous loss. They are all trivial to God. God loves a stacked deck against himself and you. Why? Because our God loves to come through! He is The Overcomer from ancient of days and until the death of this planet and beyond.

Our belief and faith in the One True God changes absolutely everything. If it does not bring change in your life, mind and heart, then you’ve not seen Him nor encountered the True Living, Eternal God. He’s only a prayer away and the those of the smallest inkling of the smallest faith shall find Him.

Just because you can lift your hand towards the sun and block out its incomparable brightness with your little thumb, changes not the sun, nor its power and existence, it’s only your perception which changes. Our sicknesses, diseases, problems, marriages, betrayals and all manner of challenges, trials and losses, they’re all like your little thumb, which may block out God’s incomparable greatness, but can only change your perception and not the reality of God.

Nothing changes God. Let me repeat that; “NOTHING CHANGES GOD!” He is changeless, unstoppable and immoveable and, “…is the same yesterday, today and forever.”

So, move your little thumb away from your eye, and all your problems too, and allow them to be consumed in the bigness and greatness of our God who allowed all your problems in the first place. He’s just training you to trust him and causing all these things to produce a harvest of righteousness in and through your life.

You see, your suffering is sacred before God, just as Jesus’ suffering was sacred before His Father. Because of the humility and suffering of Jesus, we have access to God and have a sympathetic and understanding Saviour.

If you want a relationship with God, well, no person can come to the Father, except through the Son, that is Jesus Christ The Lamb of God.

Just believe in Him and you’ll have the Father also, and He’s no deadbeat Dad, He is God Almighty and The Great God of Heaven and Earth. His greatness is your greatest strength!

Jonah-itis – By Thomas Koester

I was at a restaurant with my wife in Pacifica California many Sundays ago. We sat at a beautiful table ready to enjoy dinner, our table faced directly towards a floor-to-ceiling plate glass window. On the other side, less than 100 yards was the Pacific Ocean pounding the surf. The sun finally broke through at about 6:00PM. Beautiful, majestic; our hearts filled with praise and gratitude towards God.

Outside, slightly to our right, were fisherman casting into the surf their lines and bait. Suddenly, one of the fishermen caught a 30-pound striped bass! Awesome, praise God! What a catch! Several minutes later, another large bass. All this beauty — a gift from God.

The table to our right were seated with two men, one man slightly older than the other. I could tell that it was their first date. As their conversation carried into our booth, I was annoyed, angered and critical! My wife could sense the tension and change in my attitude.

Suddenly, beauty faded; gratitude left, praises ceased. My sense of awe dwarfed into awfulness.

What are “they” doing here! God, their soaking up and wasting all this beauty. GOD…the beauty, the ocean, the sunset is being lavished on them. Do something!

Judgment rose within me. They are “those people” who are bringing God’s judgment on us all! I tried to block them, ignore them; wish them gone, hoping they’d finish their meals and leave. Then, it hit me. Yea, it shouted from inside my mind:

“I want; no, I can’t wait for God’s judgments on ‘those people,’ they’re destroying our country!’”

Then a voice inside me said:

“This is My time of grace for the Lost.”

His Spirit touched my heart and immediately He gave me insight and the grace to see my sin.

He continued:

“My Grace comes for the Lost, even the vilest sinner; yes, even for those two men, who for a moment were by my choosing, your neighbor.

I lavished them with my glory, the works of my hands, and my breath over the waters that they may see the mighty waves pound the sand. I hooked those great fish to those lines that they too might see that I provide. I, not you, broke through the clouds, and at just the right moment, displayed my splendor and majesty to the crowd.

And you, my dutiful son, did not lift one finger to welcome, or even offer a “good evening gentlemen.” You, my son, are lost. You’ve so easily forgotten the depth from which I drew you; the vileness of your own sin, which let me remind you, has been fully pardoned and atoned! Should I not have compassion on those whom I choose?

You’ve forgotten I came not for the righteous; I came for the sinner. I came not for the well, neither the well-to-do nor the do-gooder. I came for the lost, the vilest the better. I’m not too weak to save the homosexual or even the promiscuous heterosexual. I see no degree, no difference between the sins of men.

You’ve questioned my judgment! You want me to withhold grace for judgment on those whom you choose? There already exists an appointed time of judgment for the rebellious, the coward, the unbeliever, the faithless, and the murderer, those who love to live a lie. But, it is not now. I have my “Grace Agents” all over the world, commissioned to seek and to save all the lost.

You suffer from Jonah-itis! You think you can sit comfortably beneath my heaven, waiting for judgment to fall on the unrighteous? You are on the wrong team. You’re cheering for judgment! I don’t know you, because you don’t know me. You’ve lost touch with my heart. You better draw near; you better search me out, humbling yourself and repent from your wicked bout.

You’re correct about one thing; judgment is coming, it’s nearly here. The world, and yes, even the United States will get a taste of what’s near. But this judgment is not for the lost, the homosexual or adulterer, not for the murderer or thief, liar or cheat. It’s coming for you. You, who call yourselves by my Name, who refuse to say “good evening gentlemen” or hello neighbor. You, who are amazed by my amazing grace, only to keep it hid, and selectively gracing only the attractive and well dressed; the sinless and smell-good-people.

It’s the people who attend my Sunday worship services, raising their hands in awe, lowering their heads in sweet repose, singing me “love songs” of sweet devotion, and giving such melodic lip service. You can sing and worship all you like. I want your obedience, and not just your sweet “I love you Lord.” You’ve sat too long in those cushiony pews. You’ve basked in my presences long enough! Now, GET UP. GET OUT. Ask me for my heart and eyes, and I will place them into my tabernacles, into your hearts!

Then, once again you will remember. You will feel what I feel and see what I see, and cry for the lost sons and lost daughters. You will no longer see homosexuals or prostitutes, murderers, adulterers, liars and cheats. You will see the lost and hurting, broken and the needy. Let me unveil something new to you, “repentance with action,” yes righteous deeds will only revert my day of disaster against my Church. Stop your prim and pose services, your judgments and stingy hording of grace.

If you recall, Jonah’s sailing companions were fearful and terrified of the sea’s great fury! They feared for their lives and prayed in a hurry. Only finding Jonah a sleep in the hull, they shouted and roused the man of God from his slumber; “What have you done, and what god have you angered?” “I serve the Lord God, said Jonah; God said I must go to Nineveh and preach all over. But the people of Nineveh are vile and sinful, said Jonah. They’re undeserved of God’s grace, so I’m off to Tarshish after this nine-day-cruse, for some rest and some peace. I know this God who chases me, turning up the seas and bringing you to your knees. He thinks I’m not smart or wise to his ways, if I go to Nineveh, he’ll forgive and he’ll save! So why should I bother and upset my vacation plans, if the sinners go unpunished, why save and heal the land?

Your disobedience and running is threatening our lives, you, not we have brought God’s judgment to light; here cast in your lot and let’s see if it’s so! The lot fell to Jonah, and they tossed him over the bow, he hit the water sinking to depths far below. No prayer could be heard, no pleading was pled, he sternly and steadily held in his head, no confession, and no repentance to bring change to his dread. He hits bottom, surrounded and tangled in seaweed and mire, he offers a faint cry, higher and higher; a great fish appears, swallowing him whole and entire.

The wayward prophet calls out to God;

“When my life ebbed away I remembered you Lord, and my prayer rose to you, to your holy temple. Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs.”

O Church, wake up! You’re asleep in the light God’s anger is coming, but not for the lost. We’ve been headed in the wrong direction! The world cries for a Savior and we cry for a heaven. We spend dollars and hours prettying our sanctuaries, staining our stained-glass-windows, and tuning our instruments. We Christianize our music, our cars and our shops. We invent new ways to heavenize everything we touch.

We think we can vote in morality by Christianizing our politics or change our Nation’s future by “born-again-and-again-and-again” candidates. We’ve forgotten that God appoints the rulers we deserve according to our righteousness, then His judgment will swerve.

You say, the homosexual, the transvestite, the tattooed and the pierced; the thief and robber the liar and cheat have brought us Katrina, Northridge and Ike. The earth shakes and quakes because the sinners are unrighteous? No. We’ve got it wrong! The earth shakes and quakes, rumbles and floods; becomes hotter or colder because we’ve left things undone! Judgment is coming because the righteous practices unrighteousness.

It’s because the sin of “omission.”

We’ve omitted God’s grace from our neighborhoods, schools and market place. We’ve omitted God’s grace from our downtown, uptown and the lowdown; from the down-and-outers, underachievers and meat-eaters; from our dinner tables, family rooms, boardrooms and horse stables. Grace can’t be found, not because sin abounds, but because we want judgment to fall down against the unrighteous! We yearn for the rapture, “operation-rescue.” Christ Jesus, he yearns for a victorious and triumphant bride! Her beauty and brightness is her righteous acts and deeds.

Then God said to Jonah, “Is it right for you to be angry because the plant died?”

“Yes,” Jonah retorted, “even angry enough to die!”

Then the LORD said, “You feel sorry about the plant, though you did nothing to put it there. It came quickly and died quickly. But Nineveh has more than 120,000 people living in spiritual darkness, not to mention all the animals. Shouldn’t I feel sorry for such a great city?” Jonah 4:9-11 (NLT)

Should we be angry that sinful people flourish? Or shall we feel what God feels and offer them Christ in us, their only Hope and glory?

God heal us from our Jonah-itis!

How The West Was Lost – By Thomas Koester

Narcissus: “a youth who fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool and wasted away from unsatisfied desire, whereupon he was transformed into the flower.” Greek Mythology

Several months ago I watched a movie “The Giver ” with my wife, Toni. While this movie was about a futuristic society, it is very relevant and a wake up call for all of us today. We are quickly becoming the society depicted in this film as emotionless, colorless and vaccinated against thinking and reason. Yes, the film depicts families performing daily and routine vaccinations before leaving their “family units” for predetermined vocations in behalf of the Collective.

I recommend watching the movie trailer before reading on…

We have allowed ourselves to become programmed by the programmers. Whenever we accept “truth” from others without research and discovery we enter into another level of being programmed.

Not only are we losing our critical and analytically thought processes, but we are losing our language, and therefore our ability to communicate clearly and creatively.

In a similar way, we are losing our spirituality. Rather than connecting directly to God, through Jesus Christ (The Word) and the Holy Spirit (Teacher, Comforter & Convicter). We limit our connections to the Godhead by extensions of corporate worship of 15 to 20 minutes per week. We’ve abdicated our inherent right as sons and daughters of God to personally hear His Voice, not as “new revelation,” but rather a deeper intimacy. We value pastors as how well they can hold our brief attention, rather than learning to feed ourselves on the Word and voice of God.

There is no process to practice ministry, as ministry has become nothing more than spectating and being ministered too. There is little to no outlet for functional ministry being practiced by the ministered!

This reminds of the days long ago when the government removed wood shop, metal shop, mechanic shop as well as home economics from public schools. Children being left with no physical application, or the opportunity to learn a trade. Many Churches have done the same thing. They’ve removed all of the application and ministerial outlets for members to exercise their gifts as they learn truth, therefore become perpetual students and not masters of ministry, and service to others.

Many teachers, not all, have become programmers also. They dispense pre-selected and government approved curriculum to the masses. Classrooms are no longer a place of free thinking; of free ideas and ideals. God is not welcomed there also. Excellence is shunned and replaced with fairness, and high standards lowered to mediocrity, so no one fails.

Common grammar school literature of the 16th Century could not be read, nor comprehended by the average high school student of today!

Progressively, technology and the internet is replacing fundamental human contact and interaction. Technological corporations are sanitizing the meaning of life, and are reprogramming the masses to “living” for pleasure and consumerism. Our lives and interests are becoming nothing more than algorithms, measured by an impersonal machines, reported to corporate mongrels who fight for a greater market share of our existence!

Our divine purpose and uniqueness has been replaced by political usefulness; mere polling data for those in power to gain greater control over our individualism, until it too vanishes.

Utopianism is impossible in a fallen world. As soon as it is politically achieved, it immediately turns into despotism. But the tyrannical of every generation wants it’s opportunity to do it better; with utter disbelief in past failures, and abandoned hindsight they press forward with backward thinking and demonic ideology. Their deranged ideology creates a deranged society and a warped and selfish culture.

And so, are there any humans out there? Do you feel anymore? Do you love people, or only the device, which you use to connect yourself to them?

Is your skin stained with enough ink yet? Do you have anymore natural skin left? Are your pierced enough? Are you satisfied with all your selfies plastered throughout social media? Are your relationships about what you can get, until you can’t get anymore?

It would appear the more technologically we’ve become as a society, the more primitive we,’ve become as a culture. It seems that technology, as wonderful and useful as it is, is diminishing our humanity towards one another and to nature.

The amounts of tattoos, piercings, abortions and Botox is not an indicator of a progressive technological society, but a society that is regressing into tribalism and primitivism.

Are people, you know, humans, are they disposable? The unborn, infants and the elderly? How about relationships? Are you a dumper, or are you a dumpee?

I think we truly have become the society of tomorrow, today, and its not colorful at all, but drab and grey.

People are challenged to dump ice-cold buckets of water on themselves and others, or to ingest Tide pods, or dance outside their moving vehicles, are appearing more and more unintelligent. I challenge you to think and act for yourselves, so that you may act wisely and think kindly towards others.

Our humanity is at risk, and if it is lost, our humaneness towards one another will end. Our loss of humaneness always starts with a loss of saneness.

Narcissus: “a youth who fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool and wasted away from unsatisfied desire, whereupon he was transformed into the flower.” Greek Mythology

Our culture is fast becoming a collection of “flowers.”

“She looks at herself instead of looking at you, and so doesn’t know you.” – Le Rouge et le Noir (The Red and the Black) by Marie-Henri Beyle

As a society, we cannot peer into the mirror for too long before we’ve become wasted and unsatisfied. When we spend too much time looking at our own images, we don’t look at others, and instead foster shallow relationships. The over adornment of tattoos, body piercings, self-obsession, and body emphasis is proof that our culture is transforming into nothing more than flowers.

And this is how the historians will say the West was lost.

The more we look at, and emphasize ourselves instead of each other, the less we know one another.

We can only rediscover our original humanity in the Creator and the Christ, For God created us in his image, which time and time we’ve lost, but Jesus Christ restored that image for us.

Yes, he humbled you by letting you go hungry and then feeding you with manna, a food previously unknown to you and your ancestors. He did it to teach you that people do not live by bread alone; rather, we live by every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD. Deuteronomy 8:3 (NLT)

If we can do this; if we can become less distracted with ourselves, we can become more attracted to God and to one another. If we feed ourselves more on what God is saying than on what others are texting or tweeting, maybe, just maybe we can win the West once again.

Abba’s Child – By Thomas Koester

Sometimes its the simple prayer of a desperate heart that changes everything!

I know my Heavenly Daddy has me where he wants me, in his capable hands. But sometimes I forget. Its not always easy to place my life and my prayers into his hands, but when the struggling is over, and I rest in who he is, I find peace and the assurance that he hears my prayers.

I can, and do at times, recount the prayers in which he’s answered. Since, in most times my prayers are about major issues, they indeed are worth remembering and thanking him all over again. But those desperate, little prayers are just as meaningful too and worth remembering. This is why the first word His Spirit teaches us to say is “Abba Father,” which actually means “poppa” or “da-da.” He wants that kind of trust and that kind of familiarity from us, he invites us to call out to him as an infant, frail, dependent and trusting.

My favorite title in all the world is “Daddy.” It was my precious daughter, Tessa who’d call daddy, while my boys would call me dad or pops. Daddy is the title that would melt my heart and soften my face.

I truly believe that our Heavenly Father loves us to call him “daddy,” “poppa” or even da-da.” I think he wants to hear that name and title from you too. I believe that Abba may be God’s favorite name also.

One lonely and rainy morning I was traveling to work. It was still dark, as I headed to Vasco Road in Brentwood, California. I had been prayerless for weeks, as I had drifted from God. I desperately wanted to pray, but I had lost my words and was filled with shame.

I remembered a simple prayer that I read in a book by Brennan Manning, titled: “Abba’s Child.”

I began reciting the words:

“Abba-Father, I belong to you…” …Abba-Father, I belong to you!

Over and over again this prayer bubbled up from my desperate and lonely heart.

With the rain pounding my windshield, tears began streaming down my face, making it harder to see.

With more than a few dozen cars ahead of me, I came to a stop at the dreaded lighted intersection of Camino Diablo and Vasco Road. While traffic was inching along, I kept desperately praying that simply prayer, Abba-Father, I belong to you.

In my desperatness, I added “I am my beloved’s and he is mine, his banner over me is love, taken from the Old Testament book, Songs of Songs.

I finaly made it to the intersection, as one by one, each car navigated their turns. In the pouring down rain, I completed my turn onto Vasco Road, heading towards Livermore, still crying and praying with all my heart.

As soon as my headlights lit up the car in front of me, I could read their license plate frame. It read:

“ABBA’S CHILD.”

I had to wipe my eyes, just to confirm what I was seeing was real. My heart became instantly alive again. My soul began to soar! I heard God, loud and clear, in the depths of my heart.

God had heard my simple, but desperate prayer. He reminded me in that moment at Camino Diablo and Vasco Road that I am still his child.

I am Abba’s Child! God’s miraculous reminder changed me in an instant and restored my soul.

God hears our prayers! Even when we’ve brushed him off, or drifted far away from him. Abba-God, rushes back at the sound of our cries — at the sound of our awkward prayers, he comes back into our lives just as a real daddy does.

I ask you to look at the photo above of those two sets hands and imagine your little hands in God’s capable hands. Now, release your fears, worries, concerns; your sicknesses and diseases; your loss of love or marriage; your suffering and finances, and let it all go into God’s strong and sure hands. Take a deep breath, relax, …let it go, he can handle it all.

“The steps of a [good and righteous] man are directed and established by the Lord, And He delights in his way [and blesses his path]. When he falls, he will not be hurled down, because the Lord is the One who holds his hand and sustains him.” Psalm 37:23-24 Amplified Bible

Now thank him and sleep well tonight, and when you wake up, remind yourself of this little prayer:

“Abba Father, I belong to you.” “…Abba Father, I belong to you.” “I am my beloveds and he is mine, his banner over me is love.” Amen

Breaking The Gravitational Force of Doubt – By Thomas Koester

Doubt is the gravitational force that keeps you from piercing through the atmosphere of the impossible.

Doubt is a killer of dreams and all that gives your life meaning.

Your faith is the rocket fuel that allows you to violate the forces of nature, doubt and physics.

Faith destroys doubt, in spite of fear.

Faith in the ability and will of God can only win when you reject all other options. The more primary your faith becomes, the more God can do through your faith.

Asking God, how? is a faithless question. The question, “how?” can cause a failure in launching your faith and your ability to breakthrough the gravitational forces of doubt…

…He wants your immediate obedience, because this shows just how much you trust him for all the unseen details.

When you break the gravitational forces of doubt, angels gather in excited anticipation and demons become unsettled and defeated.

Now, go do what you’ve been called to do. Sometimes the equipping and provisions are developed during the journey, and this too will cause your faith to soar.

What are you waiting for?

You already have permission from God to do the impossible. When you step out to do the impossible God shows himself in each impossible step. His miracles become the breadcrumbs for others to follow and a testimonial to your faith and God’s faithfulness.

Break through the gravitational forces of doubt and miracles will become the norm.

Only A Whisper to Heaven – By Thomas Koester

The key to living a blessed life rather than a cursed life, is repairing the broken lines of communication between your heart and your father’s — Your father’s heart is your “telephone line” to the heart of Abba-God.

Remember who you are, who you belong to and how much you’re loved. This does not change. Your greatest loss is not that your’re not loved, or do not belong, or have no identity, but that you have simply forgotten. Or maybe its been years, or decades of anger that has turned your heart bitter towards your father, which has caused your deafness to Heaven.

Heaven’s voice is not as far as you think.

“We talk about heaven being so far away. It is within speaking distance to those who belong there. Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people.” Dwight L. Moody

You only have to whisper to hear your name echoed from heaven. When you turn back to God, he will be found. Your pain and loneliness is not your punishment, but your preparation for His presence. Don’t give up, God’s presence will come flooding back into your life.

I know that sometimes we transfer our hurts and anger for our fathers to our Heavenly Father, and so we shut our ears to God. I know it’s hard to forgive, but only in forgiveness and repentance can we hear our Heavenly Father’s voice again.

I know this, not just because I read it in the Bible, but that I’ve experienced this firsthand, between me and my father. Just 4-days before my dad passed away, I forgave him for those years of silence, neglect and abuse.

It took so much effort and courage to whisper in the darkness of my father’s death-filled, VA hospital room in Martinez, California.

Dad?

“Yes, son?”

…Dad, I love you!

“…I love you too, son!”

I repeated my, ‘I love you dad’ proclamations over and over again, basking in my father’s response of,

“I love you too, son!”

From that day forward, heaven became wide open and my new belief that my dad loves me convinced me that my Heavenly Father loves me too.

Up until that day, my 39 year old heart had never heard those precious words from my father.

You see, the Devil knows all too well that broken communication with our earthly fathers breaks and disrupts our communication, to and from our Heavenly Father.

This is why the words of the Prophet, Malachi are so significant:

“…And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers; lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.” Malachi 4:6

The key to living a blessed life rather than a cursed life, is in repairing the broken lines of communication between your heart and your father’s — Your father’s heart is your “telephone line” to the heart of Abba-God.

“People of Zion, who live in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. How gracious he will be when you cry for help! As soon as he hears, he will answer you. Although the Lord gives you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, your teachers will be hidden no more; with your own eyes you will see them. Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” Isaiah 30: 19-21

The words that exist quietly within your broken heart, when whispered to heaven will change everything.

Suddenly, you’ll have the courage to forgive your father and others too. On the day that happens, Heaven will become opened and you’ll hear the voice of your Heavenly Father.

You only have to whisper to heaven to be heard.

The Missing Language Of Love – The Power of a Father’s Words – By Thomas Koester

A father’s likes, for example, sports, politics, music, or cars, etc becomes the language in which he speaks to his children, and which they speak to their fathers. The fact that many fathers do not listen with their hearts is why so many sons, and why so many daughters remain disconnected from their dads. They may not like sports, politics or music, etc, and therefore have nothing to say. I meet so many people that are obsessed with sports, politics, drugs, drinking, etc because this is the only way that they can relate to, or speak with their fathers.

Many people have no idea as to why they like or do these things, and rarely make the connection that they do these things because this was their father’s language — this is how they’ve learned to gain their father’s approval and acceptance and his attention.

My father’s language was politics and technology. I found myself learning all I could about current political events, and the latest technological gadget, so I would have something to say to my dad. I wanted my father’s approval; his acceptance and respect, so I learned his language. The sad part is that my relationship with my father was always in the shallows, and never at the level and depth of heart and soul. Sadly, this became my languages also between my own sons and daughter.

One day, I inspected a water-damaged home In Antioch, CA, with the homeowner and his family present. All the decorations in the kitchen, family room, and master bedroom were covered with San Francisco 49er’s paraphernalia — I mean, it was everywhere! After I was completed with my task, the husband asked me:

“So, do you watch sports? …what do you think of those 49ers?”

I replied:

I don’t watch or like sports so much.

His facial expression intimated shock and amazement!

I further replied:

…You like sports because this was the only way you can speak with your father, and gain his attention and approval.

I glanced at his wife, and her face suddenly lit up with shock!

She quickly replied:

“MY GOSH, THAT’S SO TRUE!”

The husband just stood there, with his mouth opened, with the expression as though someone had just died!

You begin to learn how powerful for good, or evil, our father’s likes, especially when they become the mechanism of speech or language with their children.

The Bible points this out in the last book of the Old Testament, and in the very last two verses:

“Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord. And he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.” Malachi 4: 5-6.

Do you see?

If the fathers do not turn their hearts to their children, the earth will be cursed. What curses the world is silent fathers, and fathers that do not speak from their hearts. This, in turn, causes children not to speak from their hearts also. Instead, their relationship with their dads is in the shallows. Very little, to no life pass from the father to their children. And sadly, this lack of transaction creates an emotional and relational deficit from generation to generation.

Proverbs 4: 23 puts it this way:

“Watch over your heart with all diligence,
For from it flow the springs of life.”

If you’re a father, change the language from sports, politics, or anything that keeps your relationship with your kids in shallow places, and listen and speak from your heart. From your heart flows the springs of life. Your kids can’t live successful, healthy and full lives without the spring of life from your heart. Your words and language matters. It’s a matter of life and death!

We dads have the power of life and death in our speech with our kids, young or old. Our words have the power to build or destroy the future of our children.

Help build your children’s future and speak the language of love.

Speak from your heart!

Inspired by Paul Spaar, and his Thursday, July 23, 2019, Facebook Live podcast. Thank you, Paul!