The Compass Check: Staying on Course When Small Deviations Add Up

Finding Your Path: Life Lessons from Boy Scouts Adventures

Some of the things we learn when we are young stay with us much longer than we realize.

For me, Boy Scouts was one of those things.

Cover of the Boys' Life magazine featuring three boys in astronaut suits, with a background image of Earth and the headline about scouts preparing for space camp.

I started as a Cub Scout, moved through Webelos, and eventually earned my Eagle Scout badge in 1990. I was also involved in the Order of the Arrow and even participated in Fancy Feather dancing. At one point, I was fortunate enough to find myself on the cover of the February 1986 issue of Boys’ Life magazine.

Looking back, being a Boy Scout was one of my favorite times growing up.

But it wasn’t just about camping, hiking, earning merit badges, or learning outdoor skills.

Scouting also gave me something much more important: time and experiences with my father.

My father had been a Boy Scout himself and had earned his Eagle Scout badge. So in a very real sense, Scouting gave us another connection. Some of the things he had learned as a Scout became things he could teach me.

I learned skills while working on merit badges. I learned responsibility through leadership positions such as Senior Patrol Leader, I learned how to work with others and I really enjoyed  getting to spend time outdoors.

And interesting enough, along the way, I learned how to find my way.

One of my favorite skills was orienteering.

There was something satisfying about standing in the woods with a map and compass, figuring out where you were, determining where you needed to go, and then finding your way there.

At the time, I simply enjoyed the challenge.

I didn’t realize that decades later, I would look back at something I learned in those woods and see a lesson about life.

You Don’t Just Set Your Direction Once

Illustration of a compass with cardinal directions marked: North, South, East, and West.

When you’re learning to navigate with a compass, you first establish a bearing. You know where you want to go, set your direction, and start walking. But you don’t simply put the compass away and assume you’ll stay on course.

Instead, you use the terrain around you. You walk toward a recognizable landmark, pause to check your direction, look up, and choose the next landmark. Then you continue. Along the way, you periodically check your compass and make whatever adjustment is necessary.

Why?

Because even when you begin in exactly the right direction, you can drift.

A tiny change in direction may not be noticeable at first, but the farther you travel, the more that small deviation can matter. A degree or two here and there may seem insignificant when you’re just getting started. After a long enough journey, however, you may find yourself somewhere very different from where you intended to be.

That’s true in the woods, and it’s true in life.

Small Deviations Add Up

Imagine that one of your legs takes a slightly longer stride than the other. The difference might be only half an inch, something you would never notice walking across a room. But if that small difference continues step after step, your body can gradually begin to turn. What started as an almost imperceptible difference can eventually produce a significant change in direction.

Life can work the same way.

Most people don’t suddenly decide to destroy their lives. More often, they drift off course through a series of small choices that, taken individually, may not seem particularly significant. It might be a relationship that gradually pulls them away from their values, an unhealthy habit they keep excusing, or simply another rationalization that says, “It’s not really that big of a deal.”

And maybe, in that moment, it isn’t.

The problem is what happens when that decision gets repeated. One compromise becomes another, and eventually those choices begin to establish a pattern. The pattern becomes a direction, and over time that direction can take us much farther from where we intended to be.

Direction matters.

The Danger of “Close Enough”

Illustration of a cigar with a red prohibition symbol and the text 'close but no cigar' above it.

One of the most dangerous things about being off course is that you can be only slightly off and still feel like you’re doing fine.

If you’re one degree off, you may not notice it at all. You’re still moving. You’re still making progress. You’re still headed

somewhere.The problem is that somewhere may not be where you intended to go.That’s why I like the idea of a compass check.You don’t wait until you’re lost to check your direction. You check while you can still make a small correction.

What Is Your Compass?

When I work with people in counseling and coaching, we often end up talking about values. Not just what you want to accomplish, but what kind of person you want to be along the way. That’s an important distinction.

A compass graphic with the text 'Heart is your compass in the journey of life' above and below it.

A goal tells you where you’re trying to go. Your values help you decide how you want to get there. Maybe you want to have a better marriage. That’s a good goal. But then you have to ask, “Are the way I’m talking to my spouse, the choices I’m making, and the way I’m handling conflict consistent with the kind of spouse I want to be?”

Maybe you want to get your finances under control. Are the decisions you’re making reflecting responsibility and integrity?Maybe you want to get healthier. Are the things you’re doing each day actually taking you in that direction?Maybe you want to grow spiritually. Are you making room in your life for that?

That’s where a compass check becomes useful. It’s not just asking, “Am I getting where I want to go?” It’s asking, “Is the way I’m living consistent with where I say I want to go?” And maybe even more importantly:”Am I becoming the person I say I want to become?” That’s a compass check.

Stop and Check

Sometimes we need to stop moving long enough to ask ourselves some honest questions. Where am I right now, and where have the choices I’ve been making actually been taking me? Is the direction I’m traveling consistent with the values I say are important to me? Is this particular decision moving me closer to the life I say I want, or is it gradually taking me farther away from it?

Those questions can be uncomfortable, but they are not meant to condemn us. They give us an opportunity to become aware of what is happening before the distance between where we are and where we want to be becomes even greater.

Inspirational quote about realigning oneself: 'When you get off course, simply step back into center.'

Being off course does not mean that you are a failure. It means that you have discovered something important about your direction. Once you recognize that, you have information you can use. You can reconsider your choices, make an adjustment, and begin moving in a better direction.

That’s what a compass is for. It doesn’t criticize you for being off course. It simply helps you recognize where you are and gives you the information you need to find your way again.

You Don’t Have to See the Whole Trail

One of the things I like about navigating in the woods is that you don’t always have to see the whole trail in front of you. Sometimes you can only see as far as the next landmark, and that’s okay.

You figure out your direction, pick a tree or some other landmark ahead of you, and start walking. When you get there, you pull out the compass, check your direction, and figure out where you’re going next.

Life can be a lot like that.

We can get overwhelmed thinking we have to know exactly where everything is headed. What will my life look like five years from now? Where will I be next year? How is all of this going to work out?

The truth is, sometimes we just don’t know. But we usually don’t have to know the entire route. We just need to know our direction and figure out what the next right step looks like.

Take that step. Get to the next landmark. Check your compass. Then figure out where you’re going from there. Sometimes that’s all you need to do.

Keep Your Eyes on the Path

Proverbs gives us a similar picture:

Illustration featuring the text of Proverbs 4:25-27 with a dark background, emphasizing guidance and steadfastness in life's path.

“Let your eyes look directly forward, and your gaze be straight before you. Ponder the path of your feet; then all your ways will be sure. Do not swerve to the right or to the left.”

Proverbs 4:25-27

There is something important about that combination.

Look forward. Consider your path. Don’t swerve.

The Christian life isn’t about blindly moving forward and hoping we end up in the right place.

It involves paying attention, pausing and examining our path,then  recognizing when we’ve drifted and making corrections.

Your Values Can Help Point the Way

Values do not necessarily make our decisions easy. In fact, sometimes our most difficult decisions happen when two things we genuinely value seem to be pulling us in different directions. There are also times when doing what is consistent with our values comes with a cost, and the easier choice is to do something else.

What our values can give us, however, is a reference point for evaluating the choices we make. When we are uncertain about a decision, we can step back and ask ourselves whether what we are considering actually reflects the person we want to be and the kind of life we are trying to build.

Is this decision consistent with the values I say are important to me? Is it moving me toward the life I say I want, or is it gradually taking me in another direction? If I choose this path, will I be able to look back and recognize that my decision reflected the kind of person I want to become?

Sometimes those questions will confirm that we are headed in the right direction. Other times, they may reveal that we have started to drift. That does not mean we have failed or that we are hopelessly lost. It simply gives us an opportunity to stop, reconsider where we are headed, and make a course correction before we get farther off track.

That is what makes a compass useful. It is not there to tell you that you have failed whenever you get off course. It is there to help you recognize where you are and give you the information you need to decide what to do next.

The Goal Isn’t Perfect Navigation

There is something else worth remembering about navigating with a compass: good navigation does not mean that you will never get off course. That is simply not realistic. Even when we know where we are going and have a reliable bearing, we can get distracted, become tired, encounter an unexpected obstacle, or simply make a mistake. Sometimes circumstances change and the route we originally planned is no longer the best way forward. The same thing happens in life.

A motivational quote that states 'The Goal is Progress Not Perfection' with decorative text elements.

We make mistakes. We sometimes make decisions based on emotion rather than good judgment, and there are choices we look back on later and realize were not particularly wise. None of that means the journey is over or that we have permanently lost our way.

What matters is whether we are willing to check our direction and make an adjustment when we recognize that we have drifted. Someone who regularly checks their compass has a much better chance of catching a small deviation before it becomes a major problem.

I think that principle applies far beyond navigating a trail. We can use the same kind of check when we are evaluating a relationship, working through recovery, making an important life decision, or considering the direction of our spiritual lives. The question is not whether we have ever gotten off course. The more important question is whether we are willing to recognize it and do something about it.

In that sense, the compass is not really about perfection. It is about awareness, correction, and continuing the journey in the direction we intended to go.

So Check Your Compass

A hand holding a compass against a blurred background, symbolizing navigation and exploration.

Maybe today is a good time to stop for a moment and take an honest look at the direction your life has been heading. That does not necessarily mean something is wrong, and it certainly does not mean that you have failed. Sometimes we simply need to pause long enough to make sure that the direction we are traveling still matches where we intended to go.

In the woods, that means pulling out the compass and checking the bearing. In life, it might mean taking a closer look at our values, our choices, our habits, and the patterns that have been developing over time. We can ask ourselves some fairly simple questions: Am I still headed toward the life I say I want? Are the choices I am making consistent with the person I want to become? Is the direction I am traveling actually consistent with what I say matters most to me?

If the answer is yes, then there is no need to overcomplicate things. Keep going.

If the answer is no, there is no reason to panic. Recognizing that you have drifted gives you an opportunity to make a correction. You can reconsider your direction, choose the next landmark, and begin moving that way. Then, somewhere down the trail, you can check the compass again.

A compass beside a crumpled napkin with the phrase 'DO WHAT IS RIGHT, NOT WHAT IS EASY' written on it, on a wooden surface.

Maybe that is one of the most useful things I learned from orienteering. Finding your way is rarely about making one enormous decision that suddenly puts everything in order. More often, it is about paying attention to where you are going and being willing to make small corrections along the way.

Sometimes the wisest thing we can do is not to walk faster or try harder. Sometimes we simply need to stop for a moment, pull out the compass, and make sure we are still headed in the direction we intended to go.

I Meant to Make Spinach. I Accidentally Made Dip.

Sometimes you start cooking with a plan

Sometimes you start cooking with a plan and discover that you don’t actually have the ingredients you planned on using.

Last night was one of those nights.

I had originally planned to make a simple garlic-Parmesan spinach. The basic idea was pretty straightforward: butter, garlic, spinach, Parmesan, salt and pepper. Simple. Quick. Good.

Except there was one problem.

I was out of fresh spinach.

I did, however, have a couple of cans of spinach sitting in the pantry.

So I improvised.

And somewhere along the way, I stopped making a vegetable side dish and started making something that tasted suspiciously like a spinach dip.

And honestly?

I’m not mad about it.

From Side Dish to Dip

I started by melting some butter in a skillet and sautéing down onions and mushrooms together. Once they had cooked down and started getting nice and soft, I added my chicken.

I seasoned the chicken with salt, black pepper, garlic powder, and Dano’s seasoning. I wasn’t trying to create anything complicated. I just wanted good, savory flavor.

Once the chicken was cooked, it was time to deal with the spinach.

Since I was using canned spinach, I drained it as well as I could and then added it to the skillet. I let it cook for a while to drive out some of that excess water.

That step matters.

Canned spinach carries a lot more moisture than fresh spinach, and if you don’t cook some of that water out, you’re going to end up with a watery mess.

Once the spinach had cooked down, I added a little chicken bouillon for extra flavor.

Then things took a turn.

I added heavy cream, cream cheese, and Parmesan cheese.

At that point, I knew I wasn’t making my original spinach side dish anymore.

I was making dip.

The Happy Accident

The funny thing about cooking is that sometimes the best recipes aren’t the ones you planned.

The canned spinach gave the dish a completely different texture from fresh spinach. Instead of the lighter, more traditional sautéed spinach I had originally envisioned, it became creamy, thick, savory, and almost spreadable.

Think spinach dip.

But with chicken, mushrooms, onions, and a little more substance.

And rather than putting it on a plate beside the meal, I grabbed some tortilla chips.

Problem solved.

Actually, problem improved.

The tortilla chips worked surprisingly well with it. The cream cheese and Parmesan gave it that familiar creamy spinach-dip quality, while the chicken, mushrooms, onions, garlic, and seasoning made it feel more substantial.

It became less of a side dish and more of an appetizer.

Or, depending on how hungry you are, dinner.

The Recipe

This isn’t really the original garlic-Parmesan spinach recipe anymore. This is what I ended up making.

Creamy Chicken, Spinach & Parmesan Skillet Dip

Ingredients

  • 2–3 tablespoons butter
  • ½ onion, diced
  • 4–6 oz mushrooms, sliced
  • 1–2 chicken breasts, diced into bite-sized pieces
  • Salt and black pepper, to taste
  • Garlic powder, to taste
  • Dano’s seasoning, to taste
  • 2 cans spinach, drained very well
  • A small amount of chicken bouillon, to taste
  • ½ cup heavy cream, approximately
  • 4 oz cream cheese
  • ½–1 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese
  • Tortilla chips, for serving

Directions

  1. Melt the butter in a large skillet over medium heat.
  2. Add the diced onion and sliced mushrooms. Sauté until the onions soften and the mushrooms cook down.
  3. Add the diced chicken and season with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and Dano’s seasoning. Cook until the chicken is done.
  4. Drain the canned spinach as thoroughly as possible. Add it to the skillet and cook for several minutes, stirring occasionally, to remove additional moisture.
  5. Add a small amount of chicken bouillon for additional savory flavor. Go easy at first because the Parmesan and seasoning will also add salt.
  6. Reduce the heat and add the heavy cream and cream cheese. Stir until the cream cheese melts and everything begins to come together.
  7. Add the Parmesan and stir until melted and incorporated. If the mixture is too thick, add a little more heavy cream. If it is too thin, let it cook a little longer.
  8. Taste and adjust the seasonings.
  9. Serve hot with tortilla chips.

A Few Thoughts After Making It

Would I make it exactly the same way again?

Probably not.

I’d probably add some red pepper flakes or diced jalapeño next time. A little heat would work really well with the creamy cheese and spinach.

I might also experiment with adding some mozzarella for extra cheesiness.

And if I actually had fresh spinach?

I’d probably still use it.

But that’s the funny thing about cooking. Sometimes the ingredients you don’t have force you to be creative with the ingredients you do have.

What started as a simple garlic-Parmesan spinach side dish turned into a creamy chicken and spinach skillet dip.

Not exactly what I planned.

But sometimes the best meals are the ones you never planned to make.

And yes…

I would absolutely make this one again.

 Week 4: Strong & Broken: Men’s Mental Health at the Foot of the Cross Series

Building a Support Network – You Don’t Walk Alone

As we come to the conclusion of our series, Strong & Broken: Men’s Mental Health at the Foot of the Cross, we have covered some difficult but necessary ground. We began by confronting the conspiracy of silence that often surrounds men and mental health. We learned to recognize some of the hidden ways depression and emotional distress can manifest in men, particularly when pain is expressed through anger, isolation, irritability, overwork, substance use, or simply shutting down. We then considered the courage it takes to ask for help.

Now we come to an equally important truth: asking for help is only part of the journey. We also need people with whom we can walk.

You do not have to walk this road alone.

God Did Not Design Us for Isolation

First Peter 5:7 tells us to “cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you.” There is tremendous comfort in that promise. God does not simply instruct us to bring our burdens to Him because He is obligated to listen. He invites us to do so because He genuinely cares about what is happening within us.

At the same time, Scripture consistently shows us that God often works through relationships and community. His care for us does not eliminate our need for other people. In many cases, other people become part of the way God provides encouragement, correction, accountability, practical assistance, and companionship.

Ecclesiastes 4:9–10 reminds us that “two are better than one” and asks, “For if they fall, one will lift up the other; but woe to one who is alone and falls and does not have another to help.”

That is more than a statement about friendship. It reflects something fundamental about how we were created. We are relational beings. We need God, but we also need healthy relationships with other people.

This can be particularly important for men because many men have learned to operate independently. We may become very good at solving problems, providing for others, or showing up when someone else needs us while simultaneously becoming uncomfortable when we are the ones who need support. We can spend years being dependable for everyone else while never allowing anyone to know when we are struggling.

Eventually, isolation takes its toll.

The answer is not to surround yourself with hundreds of people. In fact, a large social circle does not necessarily provide meaningful support. What many of us need are a few safe and trustworthy relationships where honesty is possible.

Build Your Support Network Before You Need It

A healthy support network does not usually appear in the middle of a crisis. It is something we intentionally build before the crisis comes.

Consider identifying one or two people you trust enough to have honest conversations with on a regular basis. These should be people who can listen without immediately judging or trying to fix you, but who are also willing to tell you the truth when you need to hear it.

That combination matters.

We need people who will encourage us, but we also need people who will challenge us. We need relationships where we can say, “I’m not doing well,” without worrying that our honesty will immediately become gossip or be used against us later. At the same time, we need people who care enough to ask difficult questions when they recognize that we are withdrawing, becoming angry, neglecting ourselves, or returning to unhealthy patterns.

For men of faith, this kind of community can be particularly valuable within the church. The church should be one of the places where people can bring their struggles into the light without fear of condemnation. Unfortunately, that is not always the experience people have had. Some men remain silent because they are afraid that admitting depression, anxiety, addiction, marital problems, or emotional pain will change the way others see them.

We have to do better.

A healthy Christian community should not require people to pretend that they have no struggles. Grace does not mean pretending that problems do not exist. Grace creates a place where we can tell the truth about our lives and begin doing the work of healing.

Joining a men’s group, support group, recovery community, church small group, or other healthy peer network can be an important part of that process. Community is not a sign that you are incapable of standing on your own. It is one of the ways we become stronger, wiser, and more resilient.

Caring for the Whole Person

Building a support network is not the only part of maintaining mental and emotional health. We also need to pay attention to the ways we care for our minds and bodies.

Our spiritual lives cannot be separated completely from our physical and emotional well-being. We are whole people, and the condition of our bodies can affect our emotions, our thinking, our relationships, and even the way we experience spiritual disciplines.

One practical way to begin is through regular self-check-ins. Take a few minutes each week to consider where you are emotionally and physically. How would you rate your current stress level? How have you been sleeping? How has your mood been? Are you becoming more irritable or withdrawn? Are you neglecting things that normally help you stay healthy? Paying attention to these patterns can help you recognize when pressure is beginning to build rather than waiting until you reach a breaking point.

Physical activity is another important part of caring for yourself. You do not have to become an athlete or spend hours in a gym. Even modest, consistent exercise can support physical and mental well-being. A walk, a workout, time outdoors, or another form of movement can become part of a healthy routine.

Learning simple techniques for regulating your breathing can also be useful when stress or anxiety begins to rise. Slow, intentional breathing can help create a moment of pause when your body is moving into a heightened state of stress. Taking a few slow breaths, with a longer and controlled exhale, can become a simple way to interrupt the cycle of escalating tension and regain your sense of calm.

There is also something restorative about stepping away from the constant noise of life. Time outdoors, quiet reflection, prayer, Scripture, worship, and moments of intentional stillness can help us slow down enough to recognize what is happening within us.

These practices should not be viewed as substitutes for professional mental health care when professional care is needed. Rather, they are ways of practicing good stewardship of the whole person God has created. Caring for your mind and body is not separate from your spiritual life. It is part of learning to live faithfully within the life God has given you.

The Patterns We Pass On

One of the reasons this conversation matters so much is that our struggles do not always stop with us.

Fathers, husbands, mentors, coaches, pastors, and other men influence the people around them, often in ways they do not realize. We do not simply pass down our genetics. We pass down patterns.

The way a man handles anger can become a pattern his children learn.

The way he responds to stress can become a pattern his family adapts to.

The way he deals with conflict, vulnerability, failure, and emotional pain can teach the next generation what they believe it means to be strong.

That does not mean that every struggle we have will damage our families. It means that our willingness to address those struggles can become part of the legacy we leave.

A man who learns to build healthy relationships, speak honestly about his struggles, receive correction, and seek help when necessary can become a different kind of presence in his home. He does not have to become perfect. Perfection is not the goal.

The goal is to become present, teachable, emotionally available, and willing to continue growing.

Our families do not need men who never struggle. They need men who are willing to deal honestly with their struggles.

Build the Bridge Before the Storm

One of the most practical things you can do is establish an accountability relationship before you desperately need one.

Choose someone you trust and establish a regular rhythm of connection. It might be a weekly phone call, a conversation over coffee, a walk, or another consistent point of contact. The format matters less than the consistency.

Talk about how you are actually doing, not just what you have been accomplishing.

Talk about your stress.

Talk about your relationships.

Talk about your spiritual life.

Talk about the things you are tempted to hide.

And give that person permission to ask questions and speak honestly when they see something you may not be seeing yourself.

Do not wait until you are in the middle of a crisis to build the bridge. Build it while things are relatively stable so that the relationship is already established when the storm comes.

This is one of the most important lessons we can take from this series. Mental and emotional health is not simply about what we do when we are in crisis. It is also about what we build into our lives before the crisis arrives.

Consistency creates stability. Healthy relationships create places of refuge. And asking for help becomes much easier when we already have people in our lives who know us well enough to recognize when something has changed.

You Don’t Walk Alone

As we close this series, I want to return to where we began.

Being strong and being broken are not always opposites.

Sometimes strength is found in admitting that we are hurting. Sometimes courage looks like making a counseling appointment. Sometimes faith means telling someone we trust that we are struggling. And sometimes healing begins when we stop trying to carry everything by ourselves.

God is not asking you to pretend that you are okay when you are not.

He is inviting you into truth, relationship, healing, and wholeness.

You need God.

You also need people.

That is not a contradiction. It is part of God’s design.

So build your support network now. Find people who can walk with you, pray with you, encourage you, challenge you, and tell you the truth. Become that kind of person for someone else as well.

The goal is not to create a life where storms never come. The goal is to make sure that when the storms come, you are not standing in them alone.

You do not have to walk this road alone.

A Prayer for Community and Strength

Father, thank You that You care about every part of our lives, including the burdens we carry in our minds and hearts. Thank You that You have not designed us to live in isolation, but have given us relationships, community, and people who can walk alongside us.

Help us recognize the people You have placed in our lives and give us the wisdom to build healthy, trustworthy relationships. Give us courage to be honest about our struggles and humility to receive encouragement, correction, and help when we need it.

Heal the places where shame and fear have caused us to isolate ourselves. Help the church become a place where men can be honest about their struggles without fear of condemnation and where grace and truth can exist together.

Teach us to care for our minds, our bodies, our relationships, and our spiritual lives. Help us build healthy patterns now that will strengthen us when difficult seasons come.

And for every man who feels isolated, overwhelmed, or forgotten, remind him that he is not alone. Surround him with people who will walk with him, and draw him continually into the presence of Christ.

May we become men who are willing to be honest, willing to heal, willing to grow, and willing to walk alongside one another.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ, amen.

The Journey Continues

The end of this series does not mean the end of the conversation.

Mental health is not a topic we address once and then move on from. It is part of caring for the whole person. If something in these posts has resonated with you, do not ignore it. Talk with someone you trust. Reach out to a pastor or mentor. Consider professional counseling if you need additional support.

And if you are the person who notices that someone else may be struggling, do not assume that someone else will reach out first. Sometimes simply asking, “How are you really doing?” can open a door that a person has been afraid to open for a long time.

We are strong, but we are also human.

We may be broken in places, but we are not beyond healing.

And we do not have to walk this road alone.

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Labor Day, Labor, and a Really Good Bowl of Potato Salad

Labor Day has become one of those holidays that can sneak up on us.

For many of us, it means a three-day weekend. It means one more backyard barbecue before summer gives way to fall. It means sales at the stores, football season getting closer, and maybe trying to squeeze in one last trip to the lake.

And, of course, it means somebody is probably firing up the grill.

But Labor Day wasn’t originally about hamburgers, hot dogs, or a long weekend.

It was about people who worked hard and believed that working people deserved to be recognized, respected, and treated fairly.

Before the Barbecue

The first Labor Day celebration took place in New York City on September 5, 1882. Thousands of workers and their families participated in a parade organized by the Central Labor Union. The celebration included a parade, speeches, a picnic, and plenty of food and fellowship.

Labor Day eventually spread throughout the country. By 1894, 23 additional states had recognized the holiday, and on June 28 of that year, President Grover Cleveland signed legislation making the first Monday in September a national holiday.

The holiday grew out of a labor movement that was pushing for better working conditions, better wages, and shorter workdays. At the time, many workers endured extraordinarily long hours. The eight-hour workday became one of the major goals of the movement.

So when we say “Happy Labor Day,” we’re really saying more than, “Enjoy your day off.”

We’re recognizing the people whose work helps keep families, businesses, communities, and this country moving.

That’s worth remembering.

Then We Fire Up the Grill

Of course, Labor Day has changed over the years.

Today’s celebration is much less likely to involve a labor parade and much more likely to involve somebody standing beside a grill saying, “It’s almost ready.”

And I’m perfectly okay with that.

There’s something about a Labor Day cookout that feels almost as American as the holiday itself.

The grill gets fired up. Somebody brings the drinks. Somebody else brings dessert. There are folding chairs in the backyard. Kids are running around. Somebody is arguing about whether the burgers are done.

And there’s usually way too much food.

According to Numerator research, grilling was the top planned Labor Day celebration activity in 2023, with 61% of Labor Day celebrants saying they planned to grill. Among those planning to purchase food, hamburgers were at the top at 83%, followed by hot dogs at 67%, chicken at 60%, and steak at 41%.

So apparently, my suspicion is correct.

Labor Day is basically an excuse to put hamburgers and hot dogs on a grill.

And that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Because sometimes food isn’t just food.

Sometimes it’s tradition, it’s family and friendship.

Sometimes it’s a reminder of people we miss.

And sometimes it’s a bowl of potato salad sitting beside the grill.

But Let’s Talk About the Potato Salad

I’m going to admit something.

I’m a little particular about potato salad.

First, I like mine cold.

Not room temperature.

Not warm.

Cold.

There is just something about cold potato salad alongside a hot burger or a couple of grilled hot dogs that works.

And I prefer a potato salad that leans more toward the flavors of a deviled egg than toward a sweet picnic salad.

That means mayonnaise.

A little mustard.

Dill pickle relish, definitely not sweet relish.

Purple onion.

Green onion.

Celery seed.

And, most importantly, eggs.

My Great Uncle Standford had a rule about potato salad that I’ve never forgotten:

You use as many eggs as you use potatoes.

Not pounds.

Potatoes.

If you have six potatoes, you use six eggs.

Now, I don’t know if that rule came from some long-standing culinary tradition or if Great Uncle Standford simply really liked eggs.

I’m willing to believe either one.

But I’ve adopted the rule.

Great Uncle Standford’s Rule

So if you’re looking for a Labor Day potato salad that tastes a little more like a deviled egg and a little less like something you bought at the grocery store, here’s my version.

Deviled-Egg Style Labor Day Potato Salad

Ingredients

  • 6 medium Yukon Gold potatoes
  • 6 large eggs
  • 1 to 1½ cups mayonnaise, depending on how creamy you like it
  • ¼ to ⅓ cup finely chopped dill pickle relish
  • 1 small purple/red onion, finely chopped
  • 2–3 green onions, thinly sliced
  • 1–2 tablespoons yellow or Dijon mustard
  • 1 tablespoon pickle juice
  • ½–1 teaspoon celery seed
  • ½ teaspoon paprika, plus a little more for the top
  • Kosher salt, to taste
  • Freshly ground black pepper, to taste

Making It

Start by boiling the potatoes until they are tender but still firm enough to hold their shape. You don’t want mashed potatoes. You want potato salad.

Drain them and allow them to cool.

While the potatoes are cooking, prepare your eggs. Since we’re following Great Uncle Standford’s rule, six potatoes means six eggs.

Once the eggs are cooled, chop them. I like some of the pieces fairly small so they blend into the dressing while leaving a few larger pieces for texture.

For the dressing, combine the mayonnaise, mustard, dill pickle relish, pickle juice, celery seed, paprika, salt, and pepper.

Add the purple onion and green onion.

Then gently fold in the potatoes and eggs.

Taste it.

This is important.

Potato salad is one of those dishes where you have to make it yours. Maybe you want a little more mustard. Maybe you want more pickle. Maybe you want another spoonful of mayonnaise. I like black pepper on mine and you can never go wrong with bacon sprinkled on top

Adjust it until it tastes right to you. Then refrigerate it.

And remember:

Cold.

I cannot emphasize this enough.

Letting the potato salad sit in the refrigerator for a few hours also gives all those flavors time to come together.

Before serving, sprinkle a little paprika over the top. And there you have it.

A bowl of potato salad worthy of a Labor Day cookout.

More Than a Day Off

But here’s the thing I don’t want us to miss.

It’s easy for Labor Day to become just another day on the calendar.

A day off. A sale. A barbecue. The unofficial end of summer.

But the history behind the holiday reminds us that there is dignity in work.

There is dignity in the person who gets up before daylight to go to work.

There is dignity in the nurse working a holiday shift.

There is dignity in the construction worker, teacher, mechanic, truck driver, farmer, restaurant worker, caregiver, technician, first responder, small-business owner, and countless others whose work often goes unnoticed.

And there is also dignity in recognizing that people need rest.

That’s something I think we sometimes forget.

We can become so focused on productivity that we start believing our value comes from what we accomplish.

But you are more than your job.

Your worth isn’t determined by your paycheck.

Your identity isn’t your job title.

And taking a day to rest doesn’t mean you’re lazy.

Sometimes rest is part of healthy living.

So This Labor Day…

Maybe fire up the grill. Make the hamburgers. Cook the hot dogs. Throw some chicken on there.

Make a BIG bowl of potato salad.

Sit outside. Talk to somebody. Laugh.

Remember the people who taught you the traditions you still carry.

And take a moment to appreciate the people who work hard every day.

Because Labor Day began as a celebration of working people, and that’s still worth celebrating.

But maybe it can also remind us of something else:

We weren’t created simply to work.

We were created to live.

To connect.

To rest.

To enjoy one another.

To make memories.

So this Labor Day, enjoy the cookout.

And if somebody asks you to bring the potato salad, remember Great Uncle Standford’s rule.

Six potatoes? Six eggs. And please…

serve it cold.

Week 3: Strong & Broken: Men’s Mental Health at the Foot of the Cross Series

Strong & Broken: The Courage to Ask for Help

We are continuing our series, Strong & Broken: Men’s Mental Health at the Foot of the Cross. In the earlier posts, we have named the enemy’s conspiracy of silence and pulled back the curtain to recognize some of the hidden signs of depression that can manifest uniquely in men. Now we turn our attention to one of the most important steps toward healing: learning to ask for help.

For many men, asking for help can feel like admitting defeat. We have been shaped by a culture that often tells men they are supposed to handle their problems on their own, keep their emotions under control, provide for their families, protect the people around them, and remain strong regardless of what is happening internally. The idea of handling everything alone can sound courageous, and there are certainly times when perseverance and personal responsibility are necessary. But when independence becomes isolation, when strength becomes an inability to admit weakness, and when pride prevents us from receiving help, what looks like strength can actually become a form of bondage.

God’s way has always been different.

Jesus said in Matthew 11:28, “Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” This invitation was not extended to people who had everything figured out. Jesus did not tell the weary to become stronger before approaching Him. He invited those who were already carrying burdens to come as they were.

That is an important Kingdom truth for men to understand: rest is not earned by suffering quietly in the dark. It is received by being willing to come honestly into the light. Asking for help is not the absence of faith. In many circumstances, it can be one of the clearest expressions of faith because it requires us to acknowledge that we were never meant to carry everything by ourselves.

We Were Never Meant to Carry Everything Alone

Throughout Scripture, we see men who reached the limits of their own strength. Their stories remind us that experiencing exhaustion, fear, discouragement, or even moments of despair does not automatically mean that a person has failed God.

Consider Elijah in 1 Kings 19. After one of the greatest spiritual victories of his ministry, Elijah became exhausted, afraid, and overwhelmed. He eventually reached a point where he wanted to die. What is interesting is how God responded to him. God did not begin by rebuking Elijah for his lack of faith. He allowed him to rest. Elijah was given food and water, slept, and was strengthened before God continued dealing with him about his calling and direction.

There is something significant about that order. Elijah needed spiritual direction, but he also needed physical rest and care. God addressed the whole person.

We see something similar when Jesus told His disciples in Mark 6:31, “Come away to a deserted place all by yourselves and rest a while.” The disciples had been serving, teaching, and ministering to others, and Jesus recognized that they needed to step away from the demands around them. Even those who were actively participating in the work of God needed renewal.

That should challenge the way we think about strength. If Elijah needed care, and if Jesus’ disciples needed rest, then perhaps we should stop treating our own need for help as though it were something shameful.

When a man seeks help, he is not necessarily saying, “I am finished.” He may actually be saying, “I recognize that something needs to change, and I am willing to do something about it.”

That is not weakness. That is responsibility. Remember, even the Lone Ranger had Tonto.

What Does Asking for Help Actually Look Like?

Sometimes we talk about getting help in such broad terms that we never take the next practical step. If we want men to become more comfortable seeking help, we need to make the process concrete.

Seeking help may begin with something as simple as breaking isolation and having an honest conversation with a trusted friend. It may mean talking with a pastor, mentor, or mature spiritual leader who is willing to listen without immediately trying to fix everything. For some men, the appropriate next step may be professional counseling with a licensed mental health professional who can help them understand what they are experiencing and develop healthier ways of responding.

There are also accessible tools that can help a person begin gaining some clarity about what is happening. Mental Health America, for example, provides free and confidential online mental health screenings that can be used as an initial point of reflection for concerns such as depression and anxiety. A screening is not the same thing as a professional diagnosis, but it can help someone recognize that the things they have been dismissing may deserve further attention.

For men who are hesitant about walking into a counseling office, telehealth can provide another option. Being able to speak with a counselor from the privacy of your own home can sometimes make that first step feel more manageable.

If you are looking for a counselor, I am a Licensed Professional Counselor in Texas and provide counseling through telehealth. My goal is to provide a safe and confidential environment where men can talk honestly about what they are experiencing without having to pretend that everything is fine. You can learn more about counseling and scheduling through my counseling services.

Seeking help is not an insult to your masculinity. It is an investment in your future, your relationships, and the people who depend on you. Sometimes taking care of yourself is also one of the ways you take care of the people you love.

Stop Waiting for a Crisis

One of the problems with the “handle it yourself” mentality is that it can cause men to wait until a situation becomes a crisis before they acknowledge that something is wrong. By the time they finally seek help, the problem may have already affected their marriage, family, employment, physical health, spiritual life, or relationships.

There is no requirement that you wait until everything falls apart before you ask for help.

You do not have to wait until your marriage is in crisis. You do not have to wait until depression becomes unbearable. You do not have to wait until anxiety begins controlling your decisions. You do not have to wait until alcohol, drugs, anger, pornography, work, or some other coping mechanism has taken over your life.

You can ask for help while you still have the opportunity to make changes.

In fact, one of the healthiest things a man can learn is how to recognize when his current ways of coping are no longer working. There is wisdom in recognizing our limitations. Strength does not mean pretending that we have no limits. Strength also means having the humility to recognize those limits and respond appropriately.

Take One Step

So, rather than allowing this to remain another inspirational message that sounds good but produces no action, I want to challenge you to take one tangible step.

Before the week is over, have one honest conversation with someone you trust. Schedule an appointment with a professional counselor. Complete a mental health screening and use the results as an opportunity to talk with someone. The specific step may look different for each person, but the important thing is to move beyond simply recognizing the problem and begin doing something about it.

You do not have to solve your entire life in one conversation. You do not have to understand everything you are feeling before you reach out. Sometimes the first step toward healing is simply acknowledging that the way you have been coping is no longer working and being willing to take the next right step.

That may begin with three simple words: “I need help.”

There is courage in saying them.

What Does Real Strength Look Like?

Men are often taught that strength means being the provider, the protector, the problem-solver, and the person everyone else can depend on. Those are not bad qualities. In fact, responsibility, perseverance, courage, and sacrificial love are important characteristics of healthy manhood.

But strength was never intended to mean that a man must become emotionally unreachable, spiritually isolated, or psychologically exhausted.

Real strength allows us to acknowledge when we are struggling. It gives us the humility to listen, the wisdom to seek counsel, and the courage to make changes when something in our lives is not working. It allows us to bring our struggles into the presence of God rather than hiding them from Him and from the people who could help us.

You are not less of a man because you are struggling. You are not less of a Christian because you need counseling. Needing help does not mean that you have failed your family or abandoned your faith.

It means you are human.

And God has never asked us to walk through this life alone.

A Prayer for the Man Who Needs Help

Father, thank You that You meet us in our weariness and our burdens. Help us release the shame that keeps us silent and isolated. Give us the courage to acknowledge when we are struggling and the wisdom to recognize when we need help.

Place safe people in our lives who will listen with compassion and walk alongside us. Give pastors, mentors, counselors, clinicians, friends, and family members wisdom as they support those who are hurting. Help us understand that seeking help is not weakness, but can be an act of courage, humility, responsibility, and faith.

For every man who has been carrying more than he can bear, remind him that he does not have to carry it alone. Give him the courage to take the next step toward healing and the faith to trust You along the way.

In the mighty name of Jesus Christ, amen.

You do not have to carry it alone. Sometimes strength begins when we finally have the courage to ask for help.

Series: Strong & Broken: Men’s Mental Health at the Foot of the Cross Week 2

“Signs We Miss – Depression in Men”

Last week, we opened this series by confronting the conspiracy of silence—shattering the fear and stigma that consistently force men into isolation. 

Today, we have to recognize a critical, sobering reality: sometimes the men in our lives aren’t actually fine; they are simply displaying depression differently than we expect.

The Psalmist declares in Psalm 34:17 that the righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles. 

We serve a God who intimately hears the cry of a man, whether that cry comes through literal tears, raw words, or a deep, groaning ache that you cannot fully express in human language. But the danger we face in our homes, our friendships, and our churches is that we often completely miss the cry because it doesn’t look like the textbook definition of sadness.

We must learn to identify the hidden signs of depression that manifest uniquely in masculinity. For many men, depression does not look sad—it looks mad. It shows up as uncharacteristic irritability, a short temper, simmering resentment, or suddenly snapping over minor inconveniences. 

Sometimes it masks itself as aggression or a hyper-controlling behavior, which is rarely a simple “anger issue,” but is actually internal pain desperately trying to force control over an external environment that feels chaotic.For this reason anger is often referred to as a secondary emotion.

When a man is drowning internally, he may turn to reckless risk-taking—overspending, speeding, or operating with a dangerous, numb, “I don’t care” energy, because anything, even adrenaline, feels better than the void of feeling nothing at all. We see it in the rapid escalation of numbing habits and substance use, where alcohol, weed, pornography, over-gaming, or even a socially praised workaholism are weaponized just to quiet a racing, exhausted mind. We see it in subtle withdrawal—not necessarily a dramatic retreat into a cave, but a gradual distancing, fewer deep conversations, less emotional presence, and a constant, defensive posture of being too busy.

Furthermore, depression is physical before it is ever emotional; it wrecks a man’s biology through chronic restlessness, insomnia, oversleeping, and a bone-deep fatigue that a night of sleep cannot fix, ultimately causing him to lose entire interest in the hobbies, passions, and people he used to love.

Hear the decree of the Lord today: depression is not a spiritual defect, it is not a lack of faith, and it is not a masculine weakness. It is a real, heavy condition that requires real, uncompromised support. I am speaking divine hope into this room right now because God is not only capable of comforting your heart; He is fully able to restore your mind. The exact same God who breaks spiritual fear can bring miraculous healing to the precise place where your soul feels heavy.

Your step for this week is to actively check in on a man in your circle. Send a text message that is real, simple, and direct: “Hey Mental Health Struggles are real, How are you doing, really?” Do not approach it like a clinical interview; approach it with genuine, covenant care. And if you are the man sitting under the sound of my voice today who recognizes these symptoms in your own reflection, hear me: do not wait until you hit absolute rock bottom before you have the courage to speak up.

Let us pray.

Father, we ask that You open our eyes today to see the hidden battles we have been missing in the lives of our brothers, our husbands, our fathers, and our sons. By the authority of Your Word, deliver men from the spirit of heaviness and from the prison of hiding. Bring awareness into this house without a single drop of shame, and release divine healing without delay. We enforce the promise of Your scripture, and we claim power, love, and a sound mind over every man today, in the mighty name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Strong & Broken: Men’s Mental Health at the Foot of the Cross :Breaking the Silence

“Breaking the Silence – Why Men Don’t Talk”

Men, who are reading this I need your undivided attention. Today, we are launching a critical Impartation series for the entire month of June titled “Strong & Broken: Men’s Mental Health at the Foot of the Cross.” We are doing this because at the Cross, God doesn’t just deal with what is wrong in your life; He deals with what is hurting. For a vast majority of men in this room and watching online, deep emotional and psychological pain has been hiding under the heavy, exhausting mask of simply being fine.

The Apostle Paul wrote to a young leader in 

2 Timothy 1:7, For that God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.(NKJV)

 I want you to hear that with  today: fear is not your driver. Shame is not your identity. And a sound mind is not a religious fantasy—it is a tangible reality that God builds within you the moment you decide to come to Him with absolute honesty.

To get to that sound mind, we have to confront the cultural and spiritual conspiracy that keeps so many men locked in absolute silence. We live in a world where stigma actively prevents men from reaching out for help. The tragic, clinical reality is that men are significantly more likely to die by suicide than women, and one of the primary drivers behind that statistic is that men do not seek help early. We wait, we carry, we internalize, and we hide until the weight crushes us.

This happens because from boyhood, cultural expectations train us in the art of silence. We are told to be strong, to never cry, and to just man up. We were never meant to do life alone. Remember, even the Lone Ranger had Tonto. We must understand that when you do not give your emotions a safe place to land, they do not miraculously disappear. Instead, they metastasize, which means to spread from one part of the body to another.  Therefore they transform and erupt through chronic anger, irritability, emotional shutdown, dangerous risk-taking, or substance use. Silence eventually breeds isolation, and isolation never heals a man; it only delays his deliverance. Isolation whispers  lies from the enemy into your mind, telling you that no one understands you, that you are entirely alone, and that you are defective. But that is a lie from the pit of hell. God understands your frame, and there are people equipped to help you carry the weight.

If you look closely at Scripture, God consistently met men who were profoundly hurting, not men who looked put-together. David cried out in agonizing despair throughout the Psalms. Elijah, a prophet of fire who called down miracles, sat under a  tree in 1 Kings 19 and begged for his life to end. And Jesus—the Savior of the world, the perfect template of masculinity—spoke out of deep, sorrowful anguish in the Garden of Gethsemane, telling his inner circle that His soul was overwhelmed to the point of death. Bringing your brokenness to light is not about romanticizing pain or wallowing in defeat. It is about recognizing a profound spiritual truth: honesty can be an act of profound faith, and crying out to God can be a pure form of worship.

Therefore, your direct charge for this week and moving forward in your life is simple, real, and urgent: you must break the silence and talk to someone. Reach out to a brother, a pastor, a family member, or a professional—someone who represents a safe place. If you do not know how to initiate the conversation, start with these exact words: “Hey… I’ve been struggling. Can I talk to you?” And to the women and families supporting the men in your lives, your charge is to encourage them with a safe, non-judgmental tone. Do not immediately try to fix him or minimize his reality. Just create an atmosphere where truth can be spoken without penalty.

Let us pray.

Father, we thank You today that You are the God who sees us in our hidden places and the God who heals what is broken. Right now, by the authority of the broken body and spilled blood of Jesus, we break the assignment of shame over the men of this house. We break the spirit of fear, and we shatter the stronghold of silence. Holy Spirit, impart supernatural courage into every man today to be radically honest, and grant them the divine wisdom to find the help they need. In the mighty, unmatchable name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Watch. Pray. Build.

When the Wall Still Needs to Be Built

There is a simple instruction Jesus gave His disciples in one of the most difficult moments of His life:

“Watch and pray, so that you will not come into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Matthew 26:41

Those words were spoken in the Garden of Gethsemane. Jesus knew what was coming. The disciples did not fully understand it yet.

Yet His instruction to them was remarkably simple:

Watch. Pray.

As I have reflected on those words alongside the story of Nehemiah rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem, I believe there is another word we need to add:

Build. Watch. Pray. Build.

I believe God is calling us in this season to become people who know how to build without becoming blind, and how to watch without becoming distracted from what God has called us to build.

Watch

When Jesus told His disciples to watch, He was not merely telling them to stay awake.

The idea carries the meaning of remaining alert, being attentive, being vigilant, and paying attention to what is happening around us.

There are seasons when we can become spiritually sleepy.

We can still come to church, still sing., still pray, still serve.

But somewhere along the way, we stop paying attention.

We stop noticing what is happening in our hearts, what is happening in our families.

We stop recognizing the small compromises.

We stop paying attention to the things that are slowly draining our spiritual strength.

And Jesus says:

Watch.

Pay attention. Stay awake. Discern what is happening.

Sometimes the enemy does not need to destroy the whole wall.

He only needs an opening.

That is one reason the story of Nehemiah is so powerful.

The people of God were rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem. They had an assignment, but they also had opposition.

Nehemiah did not tell them to stop building because opposition had appeared.

He told them to keep building while also remaining watchful.

Nehemiah 4 describes a people working on the wall while others stood guard. Those carrying materials worked with one hand while holding a weapon in the other.

Think about that picture. One hand was building. The other was prepared to defend.

They were not going to allow opposition to stop the assignment God had given them.

And there is something important in that picture for us.

There are people who are rebuilding right now.

You may be rebuilding your faith. Your family. Your confidence. Your prayer life. Your finances. Your calling.

Your sense of purpose. You may be rebuilding something God placed in your hands.

And because you have encountered opposition, you may have started wondering whether you should stop.

But opposition does not necessarily mean the assignment is wrong.

Sometimes opposition comes because what you are building matters.

So keep building. But watch.

Do not become so focused on building that you stop paying attention.

Do not become so busy serving that you stop guarding your heart.

Do not become so committed to the assignment that you neglect your relationship with God.

Watch.

Pray

But watching by itself is not enough.

If all we do is watch, we can become fearful.

We can become suspicious.

We can become consumed with everything that could go wrong.

That is why Jesus did not simply say, “Watch.”

He said:

Watch and pray.

Prayer changes our posture.

Prayer says, “God, I see what is happening, but I know You are greater than what I see.”

Prayer keeps our watchfulness connected to God.

This is important because the goal is not to become people who are constantly looking for the devil.

The goal is to become people who are constantly looking toward God.

Watch and pray.

Stay alert, but stay connected.

Pay attention, but do not panic.

Discern, but do not become consumed by fear.

Prayer reminds us that we are not responsible for controlling everything we see.

We are responsible for remaining faithful to the One who sees everything.

When you do not know what to do, pray.

When you are tired, pray.

When you are under pressure, pray.

When you are rebuilding, pray.

When you see a gap, pray.

When opposition appears, pray.

And sometimes, after you pray, God will remind you of something very simple:

Keep building.

Build

Nehemiah’s people did not spend all their time watching the enemy.

They kept building the wall.

They understood that their responsibility was not simply to defend what already existed.

They were also responsible for building what had not yet been completed.

That distinction matters.

Sometimes we can become so focused on what is attacking us that we forget what we are supposed to be building.

We spend so much time talking about the opposition that we lose sight of the assignment.

We analyze every attack.

We discuss every problem.

We watch everything happening around us.

And while we are watching, the wall remains unfinished.

Perhaps this is why we need all three words:

Watch. Pray. Build.

Watch for the gaps.

Pray for strength.

And keep building.

Do not let what is fighting you distract you from what God has called you to build.

Do not let yesterday’s battle consume today’s assignment.

Do not spend so much time watching what the enemy is doing that you forget what God is doing.

The wall still needs to be built.

Stand in the Breach

There is another powerful picture in Ezekiel.

God says:

“I have searched among them for a man to build up the wall and to stand in the breach before me on behalf of the land…”

Ezekiel 22:30

God was looking for someone willing to stand in the gap.

That image should challenge us.

A gap represents vulnerability.

A breach represents a place where something has been broken, weakened, or left unprotected.

And God was looking for someone willing to step into that place.

Not someone who would simply point out the gap.

Someone who would stand in it.

There are plenty of people willing to identify what is wrong.

But God is still looking for people who will say:

“God, send me.”

Who will pray for their families?

Who will stand in the gap for their children?

Who will pray for their churches?

Who will intercede for their communities?

Who will see a broken place and instead of simply criticizing it, ask God what they can do about it?

Who will see the gap and step into it?

That is what watchfulness, prayer, and building look like when they become more than words.

God Is Calling Us to Wake Up

I believe God wants to awaken His people.

Not simply to make us more aware of darkness, but to make us more aware of Him.

He wants to awaken people who can discern.

People who can pray.

People who can stand.

People who can build.

People who can recognize the breach without becoming consumed by it.

People who can acknowledge opposition without surrendering their assignment.

People who can remain vigilant without living in fear.

That is the balance.

Watch without fear.

Pray without ceasing.

Build without quitting.

So, What Are You Building?

Maybe that is the question we should ask ourselves.

What has God placed in your hands?

What are you building right now?

Perhaps it is your marriage.

Perhaps it is your family.

Perhaps it is your relationship with God.

Perhaps it is your character.

Perhaps it is a ministry.

Perhaps it is a business.

Perhaps it is your calling.

Perhaps you are rebuilding something that was damaged.

Perhaps you are building something that has never existed before.

Whatever it is, do not allow opposition to convince you that you should abandon the assignment.

Watch.

Pay attention.

Guard your heart.

Discern the gaps.

Pray.

Stay connected to God.

Seek His wisdom.

And then build.

Keep building.

Because the presence of opposition does not automatically cancel the assignment.

Sometimes it confirms that what you are building matters.

Watch. Pray. Build.

So I want to leave you with these three words:

Watch what God is doing.

Watch what is happening in your heart.

Watch for the places where there are openings.

Pray when you do not know what to do.

Pray when you are tired.

Pray when you are under pressure.

Pray when you are rebuilding.

Pray when you are standing in the gap.

And keep building.

The wall still needs to be built.

The family still needs to be strengthened.

The calling still needs to be pursued.

The purpose still needs to be fulfilled.

So, Father, awaken us.

Wake us up spiritually.

Give us eyes to see what we need to see.

Give us discernment without fear.

Give us vigilance without anxiety.

Teach us to pray.

Teach us to stand in the gap.

And give us the strength to keep building even when there is opposition.

Make us a people who watch.

Make us a people who pray.

And make us a people who build.

In Jesus’ name.

Amen.

Watch. Pray. Build.

The Prodigal Father


Text: Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32

If you open up your Bibles to Luke chapter 15, you are going to see a heading right above verse 11. In almost every translation sitting in your laps or on your phones, that heading reads: “The Parable of the Prodigal Son.”


We know this story.

We’ve painted it on church walls, we’ve sung songs about it, we’ve heard it preached since we were children in Sunday School. It is so deeply embedded in our religious subconscious that we think we know exactly what it’s about. We look at that heading and we say, “Ah, yes. The story of the rebellious kid who blew it, and the good father who let him back in.”


But I want to start this morning with a bit of a shock to our system: Those headings in your Bible are lying to you.


Well, let me rephrase that. They aren’t lying, but they are editorial additions.

They were written by publishers and translators centuries after Luke penned these words under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit. Jesus never gave this story a title. And by focusing entirely on the word “prodigal” as an accusation against a rebellious teenager, we have missed the entire point of the explosive bomb Jesus dropped into the middle of first-century religious culture.


Let’s talk about that word: Prodigal.


If I asked you to define “prodigal” right now, most of you would use words like sinful, rebellious, wayward, dirty, or wicked. But that’s actually not what the word means.

If you open up the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the primary definition of “prodigal” is this: recklessly wasteful; extravagant; spending resources to a degree that is completely unmeasured and unrestrained.
Now, it’s true that the younger son was deeply prodigal with his sin. He was recklessly wasteful with his inheritance, his character, and his family heritage.


I want to invite you to look past the subtitle in your Bible and look at the actual mechanics of the story. Because if “prodigal” means recklessly wasteful, extravagant, and lavishly unrestrained, then I submit to you that the most prodigal character in this entire story is not the son.


The son wastes an inheritance; the Father wastes mercy.
The son spends money; the Father spends grace.
The son is extravagant in his rebellion; the Father is reckless in His love.


Welcome to the story of The Prodigal Father.


To understand how shocking this story truly is, we have to understand why Jesus told it. Look at how Luke chapter 15 begins. This is the setup for the trap Jesus is about to spring:


“Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to him. And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbling and saying, ‘This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.’” — Luke 15:1-2


Picture the scene. You have two distinct groups of people standing around Jesus.


On one side, you have the “sinners.” These are the tax collectors—not the white-collar accountants of our day, but state-sanctioned thieves who extorted their own people for Roman profit. You have the prostitutes, the ritualistically unclean, the people who haven’t been inside a synagogue in decades. They know they are dirty. They know they don’t deserve God. Yet, they are drawn to Jesus. They are crowding around Him.


On the other side, you have the Pharisees and scribes. These are the religious elites. They have memorized the Torah, which is the 1st 5 books of the O.T. They don’t miss the tithe. They have built an entire lifestyle around flawless performance and rigid personal control. And they are absolutely furious. They are muttering under their breath: “Why does He spend time with people like that? Why does He eat with them?”

See, In the ancient East, eating a meal with someone wasn’t just a casual lunch; it was an act of covenantal acceptance. They were saying, “Jesus, by validating them, You are insulting us.”


So Jesus decides to tell a story. Actually, He tells three stories in a row: a lost sheep, a lost coin, and finally, a story about a father with two sons.


Notice that. We always call it the story of the single prodigal son, but verse 11 begins: “There was a man who had two sons.”


Jesus is setting a trap. He knows the tax collectors and sinners are going to identify perfectly with the younger brother. And He knows the Pharisees are going to look at the older brother and say, “That’s right, that’s a good, hardworking boy, his mamma must sure be proud.”
And right when both groups are fully locked into the story, Jesus turns the mirror on all of them—and on us.


Let’s look at the younger brother first. Verse 12 tells us he comes to his father and says: “Father, give me the share of the estate that belongs to me.”


In the cultural context of the ancient Middle East, this request is seismic. It is an unthinkable insult. In that culture, an inheritance was only distributed after the patriarch died. By asking for his share now, the younger son is fundamentally saying to his father: “Dad, I wish you were dead. I don’t want you. I just want what you can give me.”


How many of us do the exact same thing with God?


We want the blessings, but we don’t want the Father. We want peace, we want purpose, we want financial security,maybe a good looking ministry, we want a ticket to heaven when we die—but we don’t want intimacy. We don’t want The LORD in absolute control of everything in our life. We want the inheritance without total surrender.


And the father in the story does something terrifying: instead of looking at him and saying what you talking about Willis.? He lets him go.

A traditional Middle Eastern patriarch would have struck the boy across the face and driven him out of the house empty-handed. He lets him go. He divides the property; the eldest son always got double portion inheritance and gives the boy his freedom. Because love cannot be forced. God will let you walk away if that’s what your heart insists on.


Psalm 37:4. delight yourself in the lord and He will give you the desire s of your heart. Be careful what you wish for.


The Bible says the boy takes everything, goes to a “far country,” and dissipates his life on loose, decadent living. The money flows. The parties are loud. The friends are plenty. The world applauds.
But here is the unchanging law of living like that: Eventually, the money runs out.

Verse 14 says a severe famine hit that country, and he began to be in need. He ends up taking a job feeding pigs. For a first-century Jewish audience listening to Jesus, this is the absolute rock bottom. The pig was the ultimate symbol of defilement. He is sitting in a pigpen, starving, filthy, covered in mud and animal waste, looking at the pods the pigs are eating, wishing he could fill his stomach with them

The people who loved his money are gone. The applause has stopped. The illusion of freedom has turned into absolute slavery. Sin always over-promises and under-delivers. It advertises a penthouse; it leaves you in a pigpen. then comes verse 17, one of the most beautiful phrases in all of Scripture: “When he came to himself…”

Sin is a form of spiritual insanity. It convinces us that independence from God is freedom, and that rebellion is wisdom. But eventually,hopefully, reality hits. The boy looks at his life and realizes, “My father’s hired servants have more than enough bread, and here I am dying of hunger!”

So he prepares a speech. He builds a self-defense mechanism made of shame and legalism. He says, “I will get up and go to my father, and I will say to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and in your sight; I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me as one of your hired servants.’”


Notice his expectation. He knows he has burned his bridges. He knows he has embarrassed the family name. He knows what he deserves. He expects strict judgment, a probationary period, legalistic conditions, and total exclusion from the family circle. He is banking on becoming a servant because he knows sonship is completely off the table.


And many of you are sitting today with that exact same speech running through your head. You think God tolerates you, but doesn’t love you. You think you’ve crossed a line, exhausted His patience, or used up your expiration date on grace. You have been approaching God like a harsh employer, waiting to work off your debt.


But watch the narrative take a breathtaking, scandalous turn. Verse 20:


“So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion. He ran, threw his arms around his neck, and kissed him.” — Luke 15:20


How did the father see him while he was still a long way off?


Because the father had been looking. Every single day. Every sunrise, every sunset, the father would walk out to the edge of his property, shield his eyes, and look down that long, dusty road, wondering, “Is today the day my boy comes home?” The son may have forgotten the father for a while, but the father had never, for one single moment, forgotten the son.


And then, the father does something that would have caused the Pharisees listening to Jesus to gasp out loud: The father runs.


In the ancient Middle East, a dignified patriarch never ran. It was considered deeply humiliating. To run, a man would have to lift up his long robes, exposing his ankles and legs, completely compromising his patriarchal dignity. Middle Eastern fathers walked slowly and majestically. Children ran. Servants ran. Desperate people ran. Wealthy landowners did not run. It was considered deeply shameful.


Why did the father run?


Certainly out of love, yes. But historical context tells us something deeper. In that culture, if a Jewish boy lost his family’s inheritance among Gentiles and tried to return home, the village would perform a ceremony called the Kezazah. The cutting off ceremony. The villagers would gather, smash a clay pot at the boy’s feet, and yell, “You are cut off from your people!” He would be publicly shamed and ostracized, excommunicated forever.


The father sees his boy walking over the hill. He looks at his son’s torn clothes, his bare feet, his posture of defeat. The father realizes that if the village sees him first, they will destroy him. That is what the world does, it kicks you when you are down. So the father lifts up his robes, shatters his own dignity, and sprints down the dirt road. He reaches the boy before the village can get to him. He intercepts the shame. He absorbs the disgrace.


The son tries to start his rehearsed speech: “Father, I have sinned… I am no longer worthy…”
But before he can even finish the sentence, before he can say “make me a hired servant,” grace cuts him off. The Father interrupts him with an outpouring of extravagant restoration.


He yells to the servants: “Quick! Bring out the best robe and put it on him!” The robe represents honor and righteousness; it’s the father’s own garment. “Put a ring on his finger!” The ring was the family signet ring, representing authority and full reinstatement into the family business. “Put sandals on his feet!” Servants went barefoot; only sons wore shoes. “And bring the fattened calf and slaughter it, and let’s celebrate with a feast!”


This is not calculated, measured forgiveness. This is reckless, wasteful, extravagant grace. The son expected probation; he received a party. He expected rejection; he received a ring. He expected to be a servant; he was restored as a son.


Grace always arrives before worthiness.


If the story ended there, it would be a beautiful, comforting message. But Jesus doesn’t stop. He turns his gaze directly to the Pharisees, because now it’s time to talk about the second lost son.


The older brother is out in the field. He walks back toward the house, and he hears music and dancing. He calls one of the servants and asks what’s going on.

The servant says, “Your brother has come, and your father has slaughtered the fattened calf because he has received him back safe and sound.”


Look at verse 28: “But he became angry and was not willing to go in.”


This is also a massive cultural insult in their day.
Think about it, because the younger brother already spent his entire 1/3 portion, everything remaining belongs to the elder brother. The older brother is furious because the father is literally throwing a party using assets (the calf, the food, the resources) that now legally belong to him


The younger brother was lost in rebellion, but the older brother was lost in religion. One left home physically; one left home emotionally. One broke all the rules; one worshipped the rules. One was far away geographically; one was far away spiritually while standing right in the backyard.

The father leaves the party—notice the grace of the father here again, he leaves the celebration to pursue the older son just like he ran to meet the younger son—and he begins to plead with him.


Listen to the older brother’s bitter response in verse 29:
“Look! For so many years I have been serving you and I have never neglected a command of yours; and yet you have never given me a young goat, so that I might celebrate with my friends; but when this son of yours came, who has devoured your wealth with prostitutes, you slaughtered the fattened calf for him.”


Look at his language. It high lughts his frustration and lack of respect. He doesn’t say “Father.” He says, “Look!” He doesn’t say “my brother.” He says, “this son of yours.”
His entire identity is rooted in his performance. “I have served you. I have never disobeyed. Look at my track record! Look at my resume!” It’s almost like He views his father’s house as a servant quarters rather than a home. He doesn’t seem to want the father either; he just wanted a goat to party with his friends. He wanted recognition based on achievement.


And because his heart was filled with self-righteousness, he was absolutely offended by grace. See Grace always offends people who think they have earned their way to the table. The older brother is furious because the father is giving away for free what he had spent his entire life trying to earn. I am sure no one here has ever gotten frustrated looking at what The father was blessing someone else with in comparison to what they have…Jesus is only talking to the Pharisees here right?


Let me tell you This is the great danger for those of us who have been in church a long time. You can have proximity without intimacy. You can do the duty without ever having the delight. You can keep all the rules and still completely miss the Father’s heart.


The father looks at this bitter, religious boy, and speaks with unbelievable tenderness: “Son, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yours.”


He reminds him of his position. He doesn’t answer his resentment with rejection. He invites him into the joy.


Church, this is not just an ancient Middle Eastern story told to shock first-century leaders. This is an active, living reality happening right now in our world.


I want to share a story:
There once was a young man , who like many young men, had found himself discontent with how his parents had run things so as soon as he could, he moved out. Don’t get me wrong, his parents raised him in church, he had grown up as involved in pretty much everything that was ever going on at the church. However, the flip side was that in spite of all this the home life was still very dysfunctional in many ways and he was ready for a fresh start where he could just follow all his own rules.

So one week before his 18th birthday, this young man got in his loaded up car and set out from Biloxi, Ms. Heading to Texas. Things were planned out and he was going to be his own man. Earlier in the year he had gone through MEPS and had signed a delayed entry for the Marine Corps. All he had to do was bide his time until Feb. His plan was to attend a Junior College for one semester, because this allowed him to go into the Service as a Lance Corporal

. Yep Life was planned out and no one was going to tell Him what to do anymore. He even had his own garage apartment waiting for him because this nice pastor and his family invited him to live with them in Texas. Well for a while things were going pretty good, he was his own man. Sure the pastor kept giving him chores to do, but since he was living in the garage apartment rent free it was the least he could do. In reality it was a lot like bartering.

Well one day this young man got caught up with his friends and pretty much goofed off all day instead of taking care of the list of things he was supposed to do at the church. When he got home that evening the pastor asked him to sit with him out on the front porch.

It was a nice early evening, the pastor sat in the porch swing and the young man sat in a rocking chair across from the porch swing. As you would expect the pastor asked him why he had not taken care of the things at the church. So the young man eloquently explained to him how things had come up that in all reality were out of his control that drew him away from the church and he just never got back to it in time.

Well the pastor sat there nodding and seemed to understand perfectly, but then he got a quizzical look on his face and said, You are lying to me” Of course the young man denied it, but then the pastor said, “no the Holy Spirit is telling me you are lying to me.” The young man thought, “really now you want to start talking to people again God, and about this, seriously?”

You could see the color changing in the pastors face like a thermometer rising. HE was mad. He looks at the young man and says, “Stand Up” Well the young man knew what was coming next, he had been on the receiving end of anger many times before and he was done with it.

So he stood up, arms at his side and with fists clinched, stared right into the pastor’s eye fully thinking he knew what was coming next.

So there I was, yes if you have not already guessed, the young man was me, there I was standing with fists clenched staring at the pastor. I remember thinking this is it, if this pastor lays a hand on me I am knocking him off this porch and I am gone. I am tired of giving myself time after time to just have it blow up in my face.What happened next blew me away.

He took a step toward me and pulled me into one of the strongest, warmest hugs I have ever experienced. I stood there dumbfounded as he explained to me how he loved me and thought of me as his son and could not throw me out any more than he could one of his daughters and for the very same reasons was why he had high expectations and standards for me. This was something new and unexpected.


I experienced something profound, I experienced the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of a prodigal God. My external circumstances didn’t fix themselves overnight. I still had bills to pay; I still had broken relationships to navigate. But the definitive turning point of my life had begun and a change happened on that day that set forth a new path for my life, even in regards to the military. I ended up spending the next two years living with this family, learning daily what it means to receive the unconditional love of the Prodigal Father.


The Bible guarantees this truth for every single one of us. In Acts chapter 10, verse 34, Peter stands up and declares: “Now I really understand that God doesn’t show favoritism.”


What the Father did for both sons in the parable, what he has done and still does for me, and what He has done for millions of broken travelers throughout human history, I’m telling you He is standing ready to do for you here today.


Jesus ends this parable with one of the most brilliant literary moves in history: He leaves it on a cliffhanger.
We know the younger son put on the robe and went inside. But the story ends with the father standing outside in the yard, pleading with the older brother to drop his pride and come into the party. We never find out if the older brother swallowed his resentment and joined the celebration, or if he stayed outside in the cold, holding onto his self-righteousness.


Do you know why Jesus left the story open-ended?
My thoughts are because He was looking right at the Pharisees—just like He is looking right at you and me today—and He is saying, “How do you want the story to end?”
This parable forces us to look squarely into the mirror this morning and ask a definitive question: Which son are you?


Some of you reading are like the younger son. You are living in a far away country. Maybe physically, maybe emotionally, maybe secretly while sitting in these chairs. You have wasted years, you have burned bridges, you carry deep, heavy shame, and you are terrified of rejection. You’ve been trying to clean yourself up before you approach God.


Hear me clearly: Stop trying to fix yourself. You do not need to be clean to come to the Father; the Father embraces you in your filth and cleanses you with His love. Turn around. He is already running down the road toward you.


Others of you are more like the older brother. You don’t miss a Sunday. You know the scriptures. You work hard. But your heart has grown cold and hard. You are bitter, you are judgmental, you are comparing your performance to everyone else’s flaws, you are living in religion instead of relationship. You need to repent just as much as the rebellious wanderer needs to repent.


Whether your sin is obvious like the younger brother or hidden like the older brother, the invitation from the Prodigal Father is exactly the same today: Come home.


The road is open. The cross of Jesus Christ was God running down the road to absorb your shame. The empty tomb is the confirmation that the feast is ready. The robe of righteousness is waiting, the ring of authority is available, and heaven is waiting to throw a party over you.
How do you want your story to end?

Zacchaeus

I got to spend two entire summers living in Queretaro, Mexico. The first summer I stayed and worked at an orphanage, The second summer I lived and worked at the Bible house. This was when  I met  Mariano. He was a Guatemalan and lived in the bible house with me. Mariano was extremely outgoing, an ex stripper, and very funny.  Most of the time this was due to him constantly doing the unexpected. There are two main things I remember about him. The first was one of the nights it was my time to cook. I made just simple ham and egg omelets, which by the way purchasing eggs by the kilo is an interesting thing.

If you didn’t know, 1 kilo of eggs is about 20 eggs.  Anyway I digress, Mariano fell in love with omelets and this became his request every time It was my time to cook. The other thing I remember, was when we were both in  the States he had a wonderful panache  for inviting himself over for dinner. He would walk up to you at the end of church and say “ you need to take me to dinner “ or “ I’m coming to your house for dinner today.” 

He wouldn’t just do it to me, his old room mate, but would do it to my parents, the pastors, he never ever thought someone wouldn’t want him to come over.

The passage I am looking at today made me remember Mariano. Jesus invites himself to Zacchaeus’ house for dinner. 

Luke 19:1-10 

19 He entered Jericho and was passing through it. 2 A man was there named Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was rich. 3 He was trying to see who Jesus was, but on account of the crowd he could not, because he was short in stature. 4 So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore tree to see him, because he was going to pass that way. 5 When Jesus came to the place, he looked up and said to him, “Zacchaeus, hurry and come down, for I must stay at your house today.” 6 So he hurried down and was happy to welcome him. 7 All who saw it began to grumble and said, “He has gone to be the guest of one who is a sinner.” 8 Zacchaeus stood there and said to the Lord, “Look, half of my possessions, Lord, I will give to the poor, and if I have defrauded anyone of anything, I will pay back four times as much.” 9 Then Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house, because he, too, is a son of Abraham. 10 For the Son of Man came to seek out and to save the lost.”

I can imagine the thoughts going through Zacchaeus mind Much like when Mariano would invite himself over.. what am I going to make, do I have enough, have I even  made anything.

Is the house clean? Whether Zacchaeus had any of these thoughts  we don’t know, but we do see his excitement.

Now I know you have to all be familiar with this story, even if from nothing more than the song. Most of us who grew up in church know this little song, and any mention of Zacchaeus starts playing in our brains. Zacchaeus was a wee little man and a  wee little man was he…

The story of Zacchaeus climbing a tree is fun to share with young children; especially because they are also ‘wee little’ people. Yet there is so much to learn about him beyond the fact that he was a short guy who hung out in trees.

However, I want to take a different approach to this story. Zacchaeus was a tax collector .They were not well liked. I will go more into tax collectors in another writing, but suffice it to say they were hated as many were not fair in their dealings.  However, I want to focus on this particular verse: 

“Zacchaeus stood there and said to the Lord, “Look, half of my possessions, Lord, I will give to the poor, and if I have defrauded anyone of anything, I will pay back four times as much.”

Is Zacchaeus’ declaration of his financial dealings in verse 8 a promise of future action in response to Jesus’ visit, or is it a report on his present behavior? Grammatically speaking Are the present tense verbs in verse 8 to be understood, in fact, as present tense, thereby describing the current and ongoing behavior of Zacchaeus (as in the RSV and KJV )? Or shall we give them a future cast, describing Zacchaeus’ penitent pledge of future behavior (as in the NRSV and NIV)?Scholars, as well as translators, are divided, because it is correct to translate it as I will give or I give.”

1 If the former, then this is a classic repentance story; if the latter, it is something else entirely. Most of us have heard the general repentance story that preaches so easily from this story…

It has a nice flow of action — Jesus honors Zacchaeus, which prompts his changed behavior, which Jesus then acknowledges — it also plays well with the theology most of us hold: repentance precedes forgiveness. It is therefore easy to conclude — and preach — that in the presence of Jesus all manner of unimagined things can happen, even a wealthy tax collector might give away half his wealth. Or we might deduce — and proclaim — that our repentance must include matters of the wallet as well as the heart, that makes a great sermon on giving. Yet let’s take a look at the entire context of Luke, he has already shown that Jesus has an affect on the sinful tax collector like ole Levi, who later goes by Matthew.

 So a synopsis of what we read here:

Jesus, near the end of his journey to Jerusalem, is passing through the border town of Jericho. In that town is a man named Zacchaeus who is not just a tax collector but a chief tax collector which means, as Luke’s Gospel explains, that he is rich. He wants to see Jesus, but because he is short he cannot see over the crowds, so he climbs a tree. When Jesus arrives at the place where Zacchaeus has perched himself, he calls him down and invites himself to Zacchaeus’ home, which simultaneously brings Zacchaeus joy and scandalizes the crowd, because they know that Zacchaeus is a sinner.

This story is only told by Luke, and there are  several details that stand out, particularly in relation to passages that have come just before this one. First, sight is important.  Earlier, in Luke’s story of the lepers, it is the tenth leper’s recognition that he has been healed that causes him to alter his course, when he saw that he was healed (17:15). In the passage immediately before what we have read today a blind man receives sight and, in response, follows Jesus and glorifies God. Now, Zacchaeus desires to see Jesus, but even as he is trying to catch a glimpse of this prophet Jesus looks up, calls him down, and honors him by coming to dinner and staying at his home.

A second significant detail is wealth. Luke, more than any other gospel writer, is consistently concerned about matters of wealth and treatment of the poor. In the previous chapter a rich man, when asked to give away all he had, departs Jesus in sadness. When Jesus declares that it is nearly impossible for the rich to enter the kingdom of God, the disciples — who like most of their time believe wealth is a sign of God’s favor — are shocked. In contrast, in this story another rich man receives Jesus with joy and gives (or promises to give) half of his wealth to the poor and restores (or promises to restore) fourfold any amount he may have defrauded, and Jesus announces that the impossible has now happened as “salvation has come to this house” (19:9).

Zacchaeus is short, not just in physical stature, but also in terms of his moral standing among his neighbors who, no doubt, despised him; hence their reaction when Jesus invites himself to Zacchaeus’ home. This is not the first time bystanders have been outraged by Jesus’ behavior. Think of Simon’s reaction that Jesus would allow a woman all seem to know has a poor reputation to wash his feet with her tears (7:39) or the reaction of the Pharisees to the sinners and tax collectors who love to listen to Jesus (15:1-2). Nor is this the first time tax collectors have figured prominently in Jesus’ ministry. it is  their delight in Jesus’ teaching that prompts the grumbling that in turn Jesus’ “lost” parables. And chapter 17:14 it is the penitent tax collector, not the righteous Pharisee, who returns home justified.

What is Luke’s overall point, is he just repeating the same old tune?

 Notice that Zacchaeus neither confesses his sin nor repents. Admittedly, one can view Zacchaeus’ pledge of future behavior as repentance, but it remains a view point and contrasts starkly with the previous verbal penitence, for instance, of the tax collector at the Temple (18:13). Nor does Jesus commend Zacchaeus’ penitence, or his faith, or his change of heart. He merely pronounces blessing, blessing based not on anything Zacchaeus has done but simply because he, like those grumbling around him, is an Israelite, a son of Abraham. Further, Zacchaeus does not offer his financial disclosure in response to anything Jesus has said; rather, it falls on the heels of the grumbling of the crowd. Perhaps it is a response to Jesus’ presence, but perhaps it is his bewilderment at the crowd’s complaint or a defense of his reputation. In either case, I suspect that Zacchaeus is not turning over a new leaf as much as he is lifting up an old one for all to see. which also matches correct interpretation :

The amplified reads Zacchaeus stopped and said to the Lord, “See, Lord, I am [now] giving half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anyone out of anything, I give back four times as much.”

What if instead of another tax collector repenting this is a story  in which Jesus does the unexpected. Like somebody inviting themselves to dinner.

Called By NameNotice that Jesus calls this chief tax collector by name. “Zacchaeus, come down; for I must stay at your house today.” There is both intentionality and urgency in Jesus’ summons. From the outset of Luke’s gospel and throughout its narrative, Jesus sides with those on the margin, those considered down and out, those not accounted as much in the eyes of the world. While Zacchaeus is rich, he is nevertheless despised by his neighbors, counted as nothing, even as worse than nothing. Yet Jesus singles him out. Why? Might he know of Zacchaeus’ exemplary behavior? We cannot know. Yet by seeing him, calling him, staying with him, and blessing him, Jesus declares for all to hear that this one, even this chief tax collector, is a child of Abraham…and child of God. Perhaps Jesus is again at work seeking out those who are lost (whether through their own actions or those around them) in order to find, save, and restore them.

Or perhaps Zacchaeus serves as yet further evidence of the manifold possibilities present in Jesus’ presence. Thus far, almost everything about this story seems impossible — that a chief tax collector would want to see Jesus; that Jesus would stay in his home; that it would be revealed that this sinner exceeded the law by his generosity; that Jesus would declare not just him but his whole household saved? Yet just earlier Jesus declared that what is impossible for mortals is nevertheless possible for God (18:27). It would make sense for Luke to then show Jesus doing exactly what he said?

Perhaps Zacchaeus is one more example of the impossible possibility that Jesus embodies and regularly manifests.

Or perhaps Zacchaeus simply represents the chief attribute of all disciples: a desire to see Jesus and a corresponding joy in his presence. Zacchaeus cannot see Jesus because he is too short and so the crowds impede his sight. Yet this rich chief tax collector is so desperate to see that he will not be deterred and humiliates himself by climbing a tree like a child in order to glimpse over the crowd and see Jesus. Much like the woman with the issue of blood not being deterred but pushing through the crowd in Luke 8. Read this way, this story is not about formulas regarding repentance and forgiveness — indeed, as in other places in Luke, it calls into question any attempts to reduce the miracle of salvation to a formula like his being anointed by the “sinful woman” Luke 7  Rather, it embodies the promise that anyone — anyone! — who desires to see Jesus will. More than that, anyone who desires to see Jesus will, in turn, be seen by Jesus and in this way have their joy made complete. Imagine, you want to see Jesus, and instead of just seeing him, you have dinner with Him?

WOW. ANYONE can hang out with  Jesus. If we want to see Jesus, we can, but more than that, He WILL see us. He knows us, and will call us by name.

Maybe we should ask who among us, both in our congregation and outside, are those who have been left on the margin, who have been ruled out of bounds, who might surprise us by their generosity and faith, and who just want to see Jesus but have been kept at bay. If we are willing to ask — and dare answer — such questions, we might see both Zacchaeus and Jesus in a whole new light that changes us just as much as having dinner with Jesus would change people in the Bible.