It was nine years ago today. There are those pivotal moments in your life that you never forget. Weddings. Births. Deaths.
April 16, 1999, was the day of the phone call that would reverberate through the rest of my life. My dad had called earlier in the evening and I could hear it in his voice. Something bad had happened. I returned the call expecting to hear that my aunt who had been sick for some time had passed away.
Instead, I heard the words that I will never forget. "Your mom has gone to be with God."
A host of emotions rushed through me at that moment. Disbelief. Anger. Sadness. I just started saying, "No...no....no."
Instantly my world had been turned upside down. The woman who brought me into the world was gone.
The next couple of hours were filled with crying, packing, and dealing with a feeling of numbness. I didn't want to believe it was true.
Michelle and I were in Arkansas at the time, so we had to arrange plane tickets to fly back to Ohio. It was already after 10:00pm by the time we found out about my mom, but within minutes friends of ours were at our home. One couple even spent the entire night with us and helped us get to the airport.
Then there was the plane flight home the next morning. It was during that time that God began to speak grace and mercy into this moment of grief. There was one passage that I continued to read over and over. Paul's words began to bring a sense of peace.
All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ. Even when we are weighed down with troubles, it is for your comfort and salvation! For when we ourselves are comforted, we will certainly comfort you. Then you can patiently endure the same things we suffer. We are confident that as you share in our sufferings, you will also share in the comfort God gives us. (2 Corinthians 1:3-7)
In the days, weeks, and even years following, this verse continued to bring healing to a wound that may heal but will always leave a scar.
I still remember arriving in Ohio and the long drive from the airport to my house. I remember walking in the door and seeing my dad for the first time.
One of the strongest memories of coming home was the walk down to where my mom died. Her fatal car accident occurred less than half a mile from the home where I grew up and my dad still lives. After spending a little time with family, I walked out the door to walk down to the place where my mom took her last breath.
It was a short walk that seemed to last forever. But eventually I arrived at the intersection and knelt down and had a heart-to-heart with God. I asked those questions we all ask in times like this. Why, God? Why my mom? Why now?
It was in the midst of mourning the loss of my mother that our nation suffered a tragedy of its own. On Tuesday, April 20, 1999, the day of my mom's visitation, two teenage boys committed the Columbine massacre. While I was dealing with my own grief, I was reminded that we live in world where death is inevitable and sometimes tragic.
One of the bright lights in the midst of the darkness was realizing what kind of impact my mom had made on those around her. I remember my mom as a fairly reserved person who was usually either at work or at home. But that day I was overwhelmed by the number of people who came and shared how my mom had touched them. It was such an inspiration and I was reminded that you don't have to be loud or the center of attention to make a difference.
Then there was the funeral. Somehow I was able to read the brief poem I had written for my mom in the days between her death and the funeral. As I look back it all seems so clear, but at the same time it was a blur. I remember a quiet moment where I was alone standing over my mom's casket. I recall sitting down next to my cousin - who considered my mom his second mother - and comforting him in his grief.
I realized we all deal with grief in our own unique way. At times I would mourn. At other times I would switch into comforter mode. There were other times I just sat and tried to absorb what was going on around me. Even days after my life was forever changed, I was still looking for a sense of normalcy.
In the days and weeks following my mom's death and funeral, I can't count the number of times I wanted to pick up the phone and call my mom. When I would experience milestones, I would remember my mom was gone.
Several months after I lost my mom, I graduated from Harding. It was on that day, July 31, 1999, that Michelle's mom lost her battle with cancer. Of course, this day resurfaced my pain. Together, Michelle and I once again dealt with the lost of a mom. Within a few months, we had both lost the most important woman in our lives. It was a time that stretched our trust in God and reaffirmed His love for us and our love for each other.
It was less than a year and a half later, Matthew came into the world. Again, we were reminded of the hole in our families. I wished that my mom was there to share in this special moment. As a new life began, I was reminded of a life that ended too soon.
In the years since, I have often had moments where I wanted to talk to my mom. Whether it was seeking advice, wanting to share a special moment, or simply the desire to say hi, there are times when I just wish my mom was still here. But again, I am reminded that we live in a broken world where death is inevitable and no one is immune from pain and suffering.
If there is anything I have learned over the last nine years it is that God can help us work through our pain, but He cannot remove the scars that pain and suffering bring to our lives. I was reminded of that this morning when I attended the funeral of a twenty-four-year-old woman who died during childbirth. As I sat in a church this morning with a community that mourned with a widower, his newborn daughter, and their families, my pain surfaced yet again. But it was in that moment that God's word of comfort was brought to mind by the Holy Spirit.
As I had nine years ago, I opened my Bible to 2 Corinthians 1. It was in those words that God once again reminded me that the will of God is not what happens to me; it's how I react to what happens to me. Sadness is an emotion we all experience at various times in life. We can choose to allow grief to control us or we can allow God to heal us by using us to bring healing to others. When we are willing to allow God to use us to serve others, He can also redeem even the darkest of situations.
shine!
Jason
This week we are getting ready to make a journey to Canada. I am speaking at a youth rally up at Great Lakes Christian College (which is actually a high school) in Beamsville, Ontario. It should prove to be an interesting weekend.
Why is sin often so enjoyable? I mean, if you think about it, why else would we sin?
Today I had the experience of being humbled by a 7-year-old.
After being out of town most of the week with my family, I am back in Michigan. I did have time this week to write another paper for my grad class. This one addresses an article about Stephen Jay Gould about the physical domain and the metaphysical domain. Is it disturbing that this stuff is actually getting to be fun?
One of my favorite kinds of salad dressing is Vinaigrette. I enjoy the simplicity of olive oil and vinegar. There is something pure about it.
Here is another of my papers from my Philosophy of Religion class. This one explores the use of religious language and the "falsification debate." It might sound kind of boring, but the longer I am in this class, the more fun this stuff becomes!
It's Tuesday morning and I am sitting in a hotel in Edmund, OK. We are in the midst of a tour of Christian colleges. Here is a recap of our trip so far:
Thank you to everyone who was a part of Illuminate weekend!! I felt like it was a great weekend and so many people were a part of it. To the adults who helped plan and coordinate, thanks! To the teenagers who were a part of worship, Ignite sessions, and the rest of the weekend, thanks! Most of all, thanks be to God who made this a truly great weekend!!
Last weekend was our second annual Illuminate conference. This is a conference for teenagers, parents, and youth workers that we host at the Rochester Church. Here is a recap...

Well, in a little more than 48 hours, several hundred people will descend on the Rochester Church for Illuminate 2008 - "Lost." We have begun to transform the stage into an island for this weekend. The picture to the right was taken earlier today.
This past Wednesday many of our teens were able to be a part of a special Connections upstairs with the adults. I had the privilege of interviewing four different students about how they saw God at work in their lives.
This week I had a close encounter of the worst kind. I got to "enjoy" an intestinal virus (not flu, as my wife reminded me) this week. It started on Tuesday night. I had been invited to go with a student to the Pistons game. (I need to write more about this experience soon.) But at the game I started to get sick. I spent most of Tuesday night floating in and out of sleep and much of Wednesday sleeping on the couch, trying to feel better. The rest of the week has consisted of trying to feel better and getting caught up...and getting ready for Illuminate!
Last week I had my mid-term exam for my Graduate School Class. (Students, I don’t tell you this so you can know that I understand your pain when it comes to studying for school. Although, I guess that is a great point.)
Yesterday was our monthly youth ministers luncheon. John Barton, one of the professors at Rochester College and a great guy, lead a discussion surrounding ministry and what Paul had to say in 1 Corinthians 3. Here is the passage we discussed:
So early this afternoon, I am standing in the office of Patrick Mead, our pulpit minister, when my cell phone begins to ring. I look at my phone and see this really long number that doesn't remotely resemble any phone number in the US. Not sure who it is, I decide to answer. Maybe it's one of those guys from Africa who keeps emailing to help transfer a bunch of money. (Do you get emails from them too?)
Last night I was invited to drop by an all-night birthday gathering of teenage boys. After Matthew's concert (which was great!), I drove over to the young man's house. I felt like I was in a spy movie as I drove into his driveway and sent a text message that I was there. Within seconds, the door opened and I was allowed to enter.
Yet another paper I wrote for my grad class. It discusses an article by William Paley entitled The Analogical Teleological Argument. This is another nerdy, read at your own risk article. My thanks once again to Dr. Rubel Shelly for his corrections, suggestions, and challenges that helped shape this paper. I am now "caught up" on posting these things, so hopefully I will have something a little lighter next time. ;-)
This is another paper I wrote for my current grad class. It discusses an article by Bruce Reichenbach entitled The Cosmological Argument. This is another nerdy, read at your own risk article. My thanks to Dr. Rubel Shelly for his corrections, suggestions, and challenges that helped shape this paper.
The last week and a half have been a blur! Between preparing for our trip, Illuminate preparations, grad class, snow removal in the middle of the night, and all of the stuff I usually do, my life has been a blizzard of activity. But this past weekend was a chance to refocus on the things that are really important.
Yes, it’s just that simple sometimes.
This is a paper I wrote for my current grad class. It discusses an article by Nelson Pike entitled "Divine Omniscience and Voluntary Action." It's kind of nerdy so read at your own risk.
After an entire season, two teams will meet to determine who is the NFL champion. The New England Patriots are going for a record-breaking, perfect 19-0 season.
OK, so I have really been slacking lately on my blogging. That is for a host of reasons that I don't really need to get into. Suffice it to say I have been in a blogging slump. I guess I just lost my "blogging voice" there for a bit.
Have you ever been in a situation where the things you wanted to keep secret seeped out?
If you can only pick one book to read this year - besides the Bible, obviously - THIS is the book! The Shack, by William Young, is a great story that will likely challenge some of your perceptions about God, life, and faith. I don't want to say much, because I don't want to take anything away from the story, but I will say this is an incredible book. Move it to the top of your "must-read" list.
Have you ever had one of those experiences where you are physically exhausted, but spiritually energized? This past week I had one of those experiences at the National Conference on Youth Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.
This is the time of year when people make New Year’s resolutions.
I printed out the directions from Google Maps. It said 11 hours, 32 minutes. So we left late in the morning with our trip planned out. One long stop for dinner to stretch our legs and a few short stops for lunch and potty breaks.