Why God Gave You a Beating Heart...

If this does not quicken your pulse, I don't know what will.

2,000 babies died in India while we slept last night.

3,000 more will die before the sun sets this evening.

Five thousand. 

It will happen again tomorrow.

And 1,000 children who don't qualify as babies will die with them.

On the streets. 

From starvation.

Homelessness.

Exploitation.

Just in India.

Dying parched with thirst.

Not a thirst for contaminated water.

A thirst for love...

Love them.

Love them.

That's why God gave you a beating heart.

This is not so much a plug for one vehicle, or one orphanage.

(Though this is one of my favorites.)

It's a plea for life.

Do. Something.

Do something.

I got a chance to chat with Jim Rennie at ASI Atlantic the other day. (He's the director of Asian Aid USA)
He said what they need most desperately is sponsors. People to love.
Because love does.

Word of the Day

I walked out of church with one line burning in my consciousness.
Of course there was a more elaborate contextual framework than I here have space to write. You just get it raw...

"The [early] church decided to compromise and accommodate.

The result was the dark ages."


High price to pay.

"The stars do not change, Monsieur."

My God is a constant.

Through an incessant flickering of transients too numerous to compute,
from people and places, to promises forgotten--

I see the Lord high and lifted up,
sitting on His throne.

He never changes.
Ever.

Comforting when that truth is driven home.

Almost overwhelming when it's driven home by faithful, albeit frail human flesh.

This evening I rejoice in the mercy of just such faithfulness.

My sister's head resting on my shoulder; from my mouth come words quoted from a cherished tale of Huguenot fidelity:

"'The stars do not change, Monsieur...'"

and my little sister finishes:

"'Nor do the angels in Paradise."

National Geographic

Mother's Day at the Park

Yesterday was a day of rejoicing...
For one, Joshua turned 22. (More on that in another post.)
For another, Mother's day was twice the fun with Grandma in the mix this year.
For another, this weekend marked 12 years since God turned our little world upside-down and landed us on these 5 acres we call Sweetwater...
And then, just when we thought the day couldn't hold another drop, we got into the car(s) and headed off to Pie Town for a special community Mother's Day picnic our little church was putting on.

It's going to take a while for the blogs to catch up.

I guess we'll work backwards. :) Here's just a part of the picnic.

75+ friends and neighbors later... We love Catron County, and the people that call it home.


Mother's Day at the Park from Sean Nebblett on Vimeo.

Behind the Scenes...

I promised weeks ago I'd post clips of our CD recording, because so many of you prayed...

Well, I just did.

Not here though.

Here.

Drop by and see us. ;)

Costly Connection

At first consideration, it might seem harmless, necessary...

Or even savvy.

But what if it makes you blind?

To walk with the world is to cease to recognize the prize of being His chosen.

And that alone is too high a price to pay.

I Have a Dream

"I have a dream."

"I have a dream that one day--

Some day soon...

...there will be a thousand soldiers of the cross where there is now one." 

"That on every corner of the globe, a fire will overrun the land.

And that from whatever corner of the earth I am in, I will hear a rumble..."

"And I will say: ‘I recognize that sound’...

‘That’s my God.’ 

‘That’s my God!’"

That’s my dream.

And I'm watching it come true.

*from closing comments, Walla Walla Youth Weekend 2011