When I struggle to sleep at night, I take a walk. I don’t leave my apartment. I just walk up and down the little hallway in our apartment. I spend time praying for my kids and my dear wife. Sometimes I’ll lean against the sliding door staring out unto the three-way intersection right outside our home. It’s the same one that a police officer uses to stop those individuals who go beyond a certain speed every weekday morning. It’s the same one that I wait for on my way to work or school. If to school I have to cross it by 7:31 am, lest I be late for school. A minute makes all the difference in the world in these parts.
I use to boast in that the nearest stop light was 8.8 miles away and it wasn’t even a full stop light. It was only a blinking red light. I use to boast in that traffic in the country meant having another car on the highway. Times have changed and I find myself staring out unto that intersection during the night watches.
That’s exactly where God has me in life. At an intersection. My life is here for the next few years.
My boasting days are over. At least in terms of blinking red lights and small towns. But I have not ceased giving thanks to God for placing me at this intersection. I’m finding not something else to boast in, but in Someone else.
No matter where the Lord leads me, I have the privilege and honor of being a dad to five beautiful children. I can be at any intersection of life, as long as I have the privilege of holding their hands across these intersections.
Then I think of my Heavenly Father. Not once has He left me. He has always held my hand, caring for me and my family. He is so good. I have both tasted and seen His goodness in my life.
Thank you God for this intersection of life. To You I say, Happy Father’s Day. You are the best Father and I am grateful to be a part of Your family, a part of Your Household, as your son.
It’s all right to be at a red light in the intersection of life. The light may never turn to green. Who knows, it may even just blink red and remind you of past times.
Psalm 34:2 My soul will make its boast in the Lord; The humble will hear it and rejoice.
On Thursday, May 1st, I begin my new job at Grace to You. I left GTY in December 2005 upon finishing my studies at TMS and being appointed to a small country church in Garden Valley in February of 2006. 8 years later, I find myself back at GTY and in fact back to my old office (FYI – I did pick out the desk and speakers long ago and they are still there).
Thank you all for praying for the Torres family. When I decided to leave GVC, I had no idea of what the Lord would open up for me. All I knew was that I desired to be a part of the Summer Academy with Grace Advance for the 8 weeks in June and July. The plan is still to attend the Summer Academy, but I will extend my stay in SoCal to provide more stability for the ministry.
As a part of the Gracia a Vosotros team 8 years ago, I was an Editor, cutting sermons down for time and radio edit as a part-time employee, but now I return to that same team to produce the radio broadcasts full time.
Angie and I are settling into our new home, being reminded of what apartment living is all about. Life right now is about finding stuff and Lord-willing emptying out boxes. In the late afternoons you will find the Torres family at the pool, which the kids enjoy. When before I struggled to find a Spanish-speaking person in our neck-of-the-woods, I now find myself surrounded by an entire Spanish community, ice-cream man and all (sorry, inside joke). Perhaps the Lord will bring some to Himself through our Gospel witness. It is about time this preacher man becomes better skilled at witnessing to the lost.
I am extremely grateful to the Lord for my family and His kindness to me to provide for them through my season and time at GTY. God is so good. I come back with a smile on my face as I see my Grace family. I truly have missed them and have always longed to see them. I also come back knowing that my heart is transitioning to this new chapter of life that God has ordained for us. In the coming weeks, I plan to write about my transition “from the pulpit to the pew.” As I told our church body at GVC, we as believers are to always sit in the posture of a student in the school of Christ. The Lord teaches us and we listen, we obey, and we walk in the newness of life. May the Lord be pleased with my efforts to bring glory and honor to His Name.
With much love,