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Fathered by God: Learning What Your Dad Could Never Teach YouFathered by God: Learning What Your Dad Could Never Teach You by John Eldredge
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Great ideas…and big ones. Initiating our biys into young men, our young men into warriors, our warriors into kings and our kings into our sages. Which one are you? You’ll find yourself somewhere along this continuim, and you may recognize you have had at least one of these steps excised from your story…yet each step is important in becoming the full man God intend. Eldredge is helping us put those forgotten peocs back into our stories.

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The Bracket for the 2013 DivII AA Football Playoffs was released this weekend. With BA’s 36-10 drubbing of Ensworth in week 10, the hunt for the Blue Cross Bowl Trophy is wide open. What do you think?

2013 Division I BlueCross Bowl Division II Class AA Football Playoff Bracket.


The Best Fall Festival Ideas and the Meaning of Halloween | Espresso Minute | iMOM.

We love the nip in the air that comes with October, and the seasonal celebrations, too! If your kids are like ours, they can’t wait to pick out a fun costume and head out for a night of trick-or-treat fun. If trick-or-treating isn’t your style, we have 12 Easy Fall Festival Ideas. We’ll show you the cutest invitations, recipes, games and more to help you celebrate with neighbors and friends!

And in case you’re wondering, we checked into the Real Meaning of Halloween. Some of it surprised us, and may surprise you too.

Top 10 Huddle Up Questions for Your Kids | All Pro Dad Blog.

We’ve learned that having intentional interaction with your kids is a great way to grow your relationships. Our schedules may prevent us from having a long block of time together, but we can squeeze out a few minutes on a daily basis.

The All Pro Dad Huddle Up questions are great way to facilitate the conversations during these small bits of you time you’ve made available. We’ve put together a list of 10 great huddle up questions, statements, and discussion points.

We encourage you to use these over the next month to explore conversation with your kids. Be sure to check out our Top 10 Huddle Up Questions for Your Wife, too!

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “One of the biggest failures of my life was ____. I learned ____.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “I think the most important thing I can do for you is ____. I say that because ____.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “I will never give up on you because ____.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “I am going to stop ____ and instead, do ____ with you.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “Honesty is always the best policy because ____.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “My biggest concern with you having a cell phone is ___. I say that because ____.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “Let’s go have some fun and ____ next month.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “One of the most creative things I have ever seen you do was ___. I say that because ____.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “I would like us to spend more time together by ____.”

Huddle up with your kids tonight and say: “The first time I saw you, I ____.”


Lately I have been thinking a lot about legacy…as in what kind I’m leaving. I have done a lot in my life. I mean, I’ve accomplished a lot. I’ve also screwed things up a lot too. That’s what i have been thinking on. Which ones count more? The victories? The failures? I think I’ve been a good dad. I have been a mediocre husband. I have been a prolific writer. I have been an adventurous producer, and an entrepreneurial media content creator. I have ebbed and flowed in my devotion to the Kingdom in my work and in these last few years have redoubled my efforts to make the excellence of my work be my protest against all that is going wrong in this jacked up world. I know I’m just spewing on the page…here’s the thing. I lost one of my closest friends and colleagues this week…he took his own life. And I can’t figure why. See, this has been one of the godliest, most prolific, profoundly influential people in my life. If anyone had asked me who was the most “together” cat I know, it would’ve been my friend. He left an enormous legacy…all for Jesus. Does his death, even a death by his own hand, negate his work? I vacillate….but I don’t think it does. He helped literally hundreds of thousands of men love their wives better, become more committed to family, more devoted to their children. I look at the measly offering I have in terms of what I’m leaving behind, and I am unimpressed. And dude took his life! I suppose he was really unhappy. Do you know he called me just before…I didn’t call him back. I was busy. I can’t go on living like this. I need for each moment to count. A few years back, I did some really rotten things and God used it to drive me all the way home and into a lifestyle of radical repentance. However, that wasn’t before some people in my world made what I had done sound even worse. You can build a good reputation for years and years and it can all be ruined in just a few short moments. And believe me, what you mess up, others will be almost gleefully, willingly, make more out of than what actually happens… lynch folk with a Scripture on their lips and holy fire in their eyes. I guess our lives are so boring that we aren’t satisfied unless we get to totally torch somebody’s life once in a while. I’m okay with that. That old man needed to be torched…he was a straw man. The new man doesn’t stand quite so tall, and is not half so shiny…and I want to make sure he is now leaving a REAL legacy and not a straw one. I’m just not exactly sure how you know… but I am determined to know Christ and the power of his suffering and to participate in his crucifixion with him and so somehow attain this eternal life that Jesus has promised us. But my friend believed that too.  I just don’t know.  It knocks the wind out of my sails and gets me rethinking everything all over again…doubting again…what God is doing in my life.  But then my baby girl Jasmine comes to me and says, “Daddy, I have something for you”.  And that something is her new EP she has recorded.  The vocals are killer, the production values very high, and the lyrics are not only well thought out and well said, but they are TRUE.  They are life giving.    And I see the legacy.  I see the Holy Spirit retelling the message…from me, to her, to you. He’s reminding me. He loves me. It’s in these moments that I see the Kingdom come, the legacy living. Like the titlr of her record says, “The Beginning is Near”      Thanks Jazzy.

John Hancock Band

John Hancock Band


We all know what it’s like to get that phone call in the middle of the night. This night’s call was no different. Jerking up to the ringing summons, I focused on the red illuminated numbers of my clock. Midnight. Panicky thoughts filled my sleep-dazed mind as I grabbed the receiver.


My heart pounded; I gripped the phone tighter and eyed my wife, who was now turning to face my side of the bed.

“Daddy?” I could hardly hear the whisper over the static. But my thoughts immediately went to my daughter. When the desperate sound of a young crying voice became clearer on the line, I grabbed for my wife and squeezed her wrist.

“Daddy, I know it’s late, but don’t…don’t say anything, until I finish. And before you ask, yes, I’ve been drinking. I nearly ran off the road a few miles back, and…”

I drew in a sharp shallow breath, released my wife and pressed my hand against my forehead. Sleep still fogged my mind, and I attempted to fight back the panic. Something wasn’t right.

“And I got so scared. All I could think about was how it would hurt you if a policeman came to your door and said I’d been killed. I want…to come home. I know running away was wrong. I know you’ve been worried sick. I should have called you days ago, but I was afraid…afraid…”

Sobs of deep-felt emotion flowed from the receiver and poured into my heart. Immediately I pictured my daughter’s face in my mind and my fogged senses seemed to clear. “I think…”

“No! Please let me finish! Please!” She pleaded, not so much in anger but in desperation.

I paused and tried to think of what to say. Before I could go on, she continued, “I’m pregnant, Daddy. I know I shouldn’t be drinking now…especially now, but I’m scared, Daddy. So scared!”

The voice broke again and I bit into my lip, feeling my own eyes fill with moisture. I looked at my wife who sat silently mouthing, “Who is it?”

I shook my head and when I didn’t answer, she jumped up and left the room, returning seconds later with the portable phone held to her ear.

She must have heard the click in the line because she continued, “Are you still there? Please don’t hang up on me! I need you. I feel so alone.”

I clutched the phone and stared at my wife, seeking guidance. “I’m here, I wouldn’t hang up,” I said.

“I know I should have told you, Daddy. But when we talk, you just keep telling me what I should do. You read all those pamphlets on how to talk about sex and all, but all you do is talk. You don’t listen to me. You never let me tell you how I feel. It is as if my feelings aren’t important. Because you’re my father, you think you have all the answers. But sometimes I don’t need answers. I just want someone to listen.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at the how-to-talk-to-your-kids pamphlets scattered on my night stand. “I’m listening,” I whispered.

“You know, back there on the road, after I got the car under control, I started thinking about the baby and taking care of it. Then I saw this phone booth and it was as if I could hear you preaching about people shouldn’t drink and drive. So I called a taxi. I want to come home.”

“That’s good, Honey,” I said as relief filled my chest. My wife came closer, sat down beside me and laced her fingers through mine. I knew from her touch that she thought I was doing and saying the right thing.

“But you know, I think I can drive now.”

“No!” I snapped. My muscles stiffened, and I tightened the clasp on my wife’s hand. “Please, wait for the taxi. Don’t hang up on me until the taxi gets there.”

“I just want to come home, Daddy.”

“I know. But do this for your Daddy. Wait for the taxi, please.”

I listened to the silence in fear. When I didn’t hear her answer, I bit into my lip and closed my eyes. Somehow I had to stop her from driving.

“There’s the taxi, now.”

Only when I heard someone in the background asking about a Yellow Cab did I feel my tension easing.

“I’m coming home, Daddy.” There was a click and the phone went silent.

Moving from the bed with tears forming in my eyes, I walked out into the hall and went to stand in my sixteen-year-old daughter’s room. The dark silence hung thick. My wife came from behind, wrapped her arms around me and rested her chin on the top of my head.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks. “We have to learn to listen,” I said.

She pulled me around to face her. “We’ll learn. You’ll see.” Then she took me into her arms, and I buried my head in her shoulder.

I let her hold me for several moments, then I pulled back and stared back at the bed. She studied me for a second, then asked, “Do you think she’ll ever know she dialed the wrong number?”

I looked at our sleeping daughter, then back at her. “Maybe it wasn’t such a wrong number.”

“Mom, Dad, what are you doing?” The muffled young voice came from under the covers. I walked over to my daughter, who now sat up staring into the darkness. “We’re practicing,” I answered.

“Practicing what?” she mumbled and laid back on the mattress, her eyes already closed in slumber.

“Listening,” I whispered, and brushed a hand over her cheek.