Rites of Passage

Rites of Passage

All year I've had a sense I need to get away with my oldest son, Boden, during his tenth year to do a hard thing with Godly men who could pour into him words of life.

"The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit." Proverbs 18:21

My friend Dustin DeYoe suggested Hawk Mountain for its epic descent into the valley to cross the Rock River before a climb to the Skyline and ultimate ascent to the Pinnacle.

The Hawk Mountain motto is "whisper in the wild," to enable visitors to both avoid scaring off the visiting raptors and hear nature all around them. It was the perfect metaphor for teaching about the still small voice of the Holy Spirit.

Initially I was going to do it with just Bo and I, but decided to invite his two best friends. In the weeks before the trip I instructed the boys to pray for each other and come with some encouragement, some word from the Lord, for each other.

Not too many 10 year olds can build up their friends by commenting on their finer qualities, how God uniquely made them, but I knew if we could start them on that path they'd never forget it.

It was an epic day, a storm rolled in as we crossed the River of Rocks, we found ourselves off path through raw nature, huffed it up the side of the Mountain, had epic views, and wonderful conversation full of wisdom and lots of jokes too.

I think these challenges, ceremonies if you will, these rights of passage, are vital in the formation of a young man of God. I look forward to increasing the challenges with my boys, venturing into the wilderness together, and I'm incredibly blessed to have Godly men in my life to do it together.

Call Me Teacher

Early 2023, I heard a whisper, "You've poured into adults in Chadds Ford, now pour into children."

The voice got louder when my dear friend Gladie implored me to do the same.

Then the DeYoes called with the idea to teach at Innovate. So I approached the school founder, Mrs. Monica, offering my help, however she needed it.

That led me to teach entrepreneurship at Innovate Academy last semester.

Twenty-two youth launched real businesses that generated over $4,000 in revenue and wove in many life lessons.

I used the Christian version of the Boss Club curriculum.

Here's a video recap.

About That Satanic Olympics Opening Ceremony

I’m late to the party writing about the Olympic opening ceremony, I had to sort out my grief at what I saw so many of my Christian brothers and sisters posting.

Everyone from religious leaders and celebrities to politicians chimed in agreement it was blasphemous, meant to belittle our religion and a disgrace.

The central figure, Barbara Butch, has been threatened with death, torture, and rape in a violent torrent of online abuse. Apologies were demanded as if it would fix what was done and please God.

Jesus did not react this way when he was mocked. In fact, over all ages, as he has been similarly ridiculed, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob has shown wave after wave of compassion.

In the Book of Ephesians chapter three, the Apostle Paul revealed that the mystery of the Gospel is that it reaches not just the Jews but also the Gentiles and to the very least of the saints, which is how he describes himself.

It is by sheer grace, Paul says, that he can even preach the riches of Christ and bring light to everyone the mystery of God, who will be made known to all. He implores us to not lose heart over what we suffer for the cause.

Jesus says over and over again to bless those who persecute you, turn the other cheek, and simply go the extra mile for them. These are his basic teachings, straight from the Sermon on the Mount!

So why do we lose heart and why are we surprised, offended even, when we see the world do what the world has done since the beginning of the world? I can only resolve that many are not fulfilled in the love of Christ.

God is the Father of every family in heaven and on earth. Those with the Spirit of Jesus dwelling in their hearts are strongly rooted because they comprehend how great God the Father's love actually is. They are not easily swept up in every controversy or offense (newsflash, more are coming!).

Paul goes on to say that this love of God actually surpasses all knowledge and leads to the fullness of God. Imagine that…the very love of God surpasses all the "knowledgeable" takes we are seeing.

Gratefully, we can see in Scripture what the love of God looks like when Jesus is mocked as he was many times.

In his greatest mocking, a sham trial and execution he was first silent before the judge. Then he prayed for the crowd who wanted him dead, saying, “Lord, forgive them for they know not what they are doing.” Finally, as the chief priests and lawyers joined in, he again said nothing. Later, while hanging on the cross, the climax of his humiliation, he simply asked, “God, why have you left me?”

We would be wise to follow Jesus. Are you deeply offended? Stay silent lest you reap what Proverbs 9:7 promises in saying, “Whoever corrects a mocker invites insult.” Jesus did not respond to people who mocked him, he let his life be his response.

Jesus also prayed for everyone who did not know him, which included many “religious” people. If you are so inclined, pray not just for the performers and the evil forces that want to destroy them but especially for the religious folk who have taken the bait and are full of easy anger, desiring to bring wrath that is not theirs to bring.

If you have love for an organization you feel has fallen away from God, be it the Olympics, France as a nation, or even your company, town, family, or your own self, ask as Jesus did, “God, why have you left?” The answer to that prayer must be rooted in a love of God so great it unites his people, the Church, so that our love for each other is the very reason people believe Jesus is real (John 13:34-35).

In her now immortal photo, Barbara Butch flashes a heart symbol with her hands. Undoubtedly she yearns to give and receive love. I pray she experiences the love of God the Father because it is beyond compare. Especially now as she is being attacked by many in Jesus' name.

God is able to do far more abundantly than we ask or think, according to the power of the love at work within those who love him. Do you believe that?

Give that which is freely given.

On my birthday I got an extravagant gift from a friend. It was unexpected because this man currently has very little, and it was a great sacrifice for him. I immediately told him to take it back, but knew that he would not.

Then, last week, we had a woman who is dear to us watch our pets while we were away. We decided to pay her as much as we could because we love her and want to bless her, only to have her repeatedly refuse to take any money. It makes no sense because she could use it (and we will eventually make her take it) but we are awestruck by her desire to be generous to us. She only says that she has received so much love from our family that she can never repay us.

There is a dynamic in life, those who have an overflow give, and this is not tied to material wealth; if anything, it seems as those with great material wealth have an inverse relationship to this flow (a gross observation, there are certainly exceptions). This is the story of the widow's mite.

In contrast, a close friend confided in me that he cannot receive any empathy from someone he loves when he tried to restore a broken relationship. His vulnerability and sharing about his painful condition with this person was met with a response of something along the lines, "everyone is suffering let's move on." I explained to him that people cannot give what they do not have to give.

Made me think of how remarkable it was that Jesus would come into our mess, he knew how broken we all were, knew it was our own fault, and he walked with us, he healed us, he had compassion on us, he loved us, he poured into us. Thank God we have a high priest who sympathizes with us in our weakness (Hebrews 4).

Don't ever fall for the trap of comparing sufferings.

Don't become calloused to the needs of those around you.

I realize the world is heavy, it is hard to look around and know how to operate. In fact, without God, I don't see a way for someone to do this. Only when we are yoked with Jesus does the burden become light, does it become possible to be generous, even to one's enemies. A light in the darkness.

My friend and my petsitter--they gave not because I've done any great thing for them, but because God has worked through our family to bless them in ways we hardly understand. God has inclined us toward them, to listen to them, walk with them, care for them, pray for them, and serve them. Eagerly, willingly, without desire for personal gain.

Jesus did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many. Matthew 20:28

There is no greater love than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends. John 15:13

Is God being extravagant through you? If you have the Holy Spirit, he must be, it is his very nature.

Are you seeing a flow of generosity all around you? You should, it is the lifeblood of a life worth living.

These words do not express the joy in our hearts over these occasions, and they have a snowball effect as we seek to outdo one another in showing honor!

Marriage is my #1 ministry.

This Spring, I was in Round 3 of interviews for a big job and as Whitney prayed about it she heard, "Ryan isn't going to get a job like this until the household is working better." When she told me, I immediately knew it was from God.

Before we got married we sought a lot of counsel including weeks of conversation with Phil Carnuccio and other Godly people. We asked each other hundreds of questions to consider how we fit together. But ultimately, the force that "sealed the deal" was the undeniable way in which the Holy Spirit moved between us.

I'd come to Whitney with a verse that I couldn't shake only to find she had been praying for weeks that I would discover that same truth. She would send me worship songs that would unexplainably reduce me to tears. I remember thinking that one day the reality that we were supernaturally brought together with these clear confirmations will be useful to me because I can never question if I married the right person. Truly, we were joined together by God.

On our wedding day, May 27th, 2012, 12 years ago, we became a three strand cord when God joined Whitney and I together. We knelt together with our closest friends and family at Gracie's 21st Century Cafe and Catering (where we had our first date and got engaged), and we drank the blood and ate the body of Christ as we committed our joined lives to God.

Since then, that bond has been tested many times.

Job changes including moving to one of the most expensive areas of the country (Silicon Valley) to work for a homeless ministry where I was thrown into the deep end of the pool in Church.

Having four children with some challenging recoveries (4 c-sections) largely away from family or anyone to help.

Seasons of prosperity quickly eroded by wild external forces like the pandemic, economic conditions, and even business partner meltdowns.

Neighbors who've damaged our property, mocked us and slandered us, and even barricaded our driveway forcing us to either sue for access to our own home or spend thousands to redo it.

We've also been led to bear the burdens of people around us, people's marriages have rotted with adultery, and those facing addictions and in various stages of recovery.

Many times we did not deal well with these things, we did not turn to God together. But we are so fortunate that we have this self-correcting mechanism that is the Holy Spirit at work in our lives. We know that, in the end, we will turn to God (for where else can we turn?), and we will repent, and we will emerge stronger.

Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4

This past year, and even the past 30 days, have presented a sort of breakthrough in our marriage. It was catalyzed by Dustin DeYoe who came to our house recently, in the midst of a crisis, to challenge us, in particular me, to lead in a new way. Whitney agreed with his assessment. I thanked God for the answered prayer that I would have Godly men in my life strong enough in wisdom and discernment to rebuke me.

I began to make small changes, but on Mother's Day this year, another shift happened. God is using this season to prune back our marriage to the basics, God, me, Whitney. I've prayed for a long time that we would be on the same page, and we are getting a season to do that. Every though, action, system, and plan through a triple filter, with no impurity to have its effect any longer. We are purging with a dream of greater holiness.

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9

Satan hates Godly marriages for the great love and light that they emit, for the many lives they adopt, for the way in which they multiply and train up the youth as arrows in the quiver. This is why so few exist. But above all else, we are committed to this calling on our lives. I would rather live in a hut in the woods with not an accomplishment to my name but a good, Godly, humble marriage with Whitney than have any success or accomplishments, ministry or otherwise.

My marriage is my ministry, and I believe, in faith, we are on the verge of a tremendous season ahead. And I have to give so much credit to Whitney and her inclinations along the way, and her patience with me. Somehow she is just wired for what is pure. Thoughts I have, actions I entertain, would never even enter her mind. Her natural reaction against injustice is swift, she is quick to rescue, mighty to save. This is the love of the Father in her that I saw in her right away which made me think, "she will be a wonderful mother," a thought that I had never had about a woman before. She has grown me and matured me and led me to Jesus more than any person alive and it's not even close. Mark my words, Whitney is a queen with an Esther spirit and she will be held in the highest regard in the age to come. Her worth, in God's eyes, is beyond any riches most of us can imagine. When I fast and pray for her, I always hear, "She is the apple of my eye."

In the Bible, the number 12 means to completion or perfection as well as perfect governance and divine order. In our 12th year, with a great deal of leadership from my dear wife as we seek God anew together, I am expecting big things including:

>More time together in the morning in God's word and getting on the same page about our day.

>Less time looking at screens and more time filling our minds with what is good and holy including nature.

>Taking better care of our fleshly temple, no alcohol, junk food, good sleep rythyms.

>Praying together throughout the day, and over each other at night.

>Quality over quantity in all things, seeing every moment and occasion as gift, looking more closely at the patterns of God's seasons and feasts.

>New ways of being generous and "feeding God's sheep."

>Last but not least, a joyful noise as we teach our kids to sing and praise and worship together and with other families.

I share all this because:

1. we are a work in progress,

2. that work is of utmost priority,

3. we are making wonderful strides,

4. I welcome your accountability and prayer,

5. And last, I pray it inspires your own marriage.

We yearn to see men and women deeply in love in their marriages, serving each other.

A Poem: Pruned

A little poem for y'all of the top of my head...

Lord done pruned me back to nothing but the trunk

Forced me to the throne and shined a light on all my junk

Just me and my wife, Whitney, she's still shining bright

A growing pack of kids and a few Godlys by my side

People keep asking how I'm doing, what's up, what's next

That I'm joyful despite all that's been lost has 'em vexxed

But I meant it when I prayed God take it if you want to

I'd give it all away if that's what He wanted me to do,

and he wanted me to

In my so-called loss, at first, I felt poor and down and out

Till I remembered my inheritance and in Jesus all my clout

Still got people in my path with millions on their books

Calling me for my riches cause death has got 'em shook

Meanwhile God's got me pouring into all these youth

Their moms and dads out hustling for braces for their tooth

While I'm putting smiles on their faces with that childlike spirit

Showing them the way, the truth, the light, they gonna hear it.

Watching warriors emerge, arrows in the quiver

Showing men how to give up their life like they been

dunked with Christ again in the river

I'm just working where the Lord put me, that's the strategy

no looking back on this plow, and if you know my story

he ain't been stingy, no he ain't been stingy...

haha. writing is fun.

Bless you all, and if you are tired, worn out, ready to give up, de-life yourself, got no peace, nowhere to turn, don't be shy to reach out cuz I got love for you most of the world don't know about.

Not just siblings, friends.

Not just siblings, friends.

It seems rare to see adult children that grow up and stay close. Not just close in a worldly "we stay in touch" way, but desiring to help each other grow, sacrificially, the way a family looks in the Bible.

Lately, I've watched my children playing together, sometimes outside for hours on end, from age four to ten, coming up with the cutest games and scenarios. They have their little "huts" away from civilization, worlds of their own making, together.

It brings me a ton of joy to see my children play well and love each other this way. Other people comment on how well they get along. And while they certainly have their fights, they do better every year and are a caring gang that looks after each other. They think of each other, and bring each other gifts, have their own jokes, and even do imitations.

This has been an intentional effort by Whitney and I. We have told them as long as they could listen, you're not just brothers, you're friends. We teach against the inclination to be selfish or exclude others and reinforce their unique gifts and celebrate wins. We point to Scripture where it talks about how to be with each other. We're slowly seeing the harvest of the planting and cultivation of these seeds.

Of course, the enemy will try to divide and destroy these relationships at some point, it's inevitable, but with years of prayer, years of truth in the Word, years of training them to live and grow in this way, by the grace of God, he will not succeed in this family.

Death is the answer.

Death is the answer.

A lady came to the house today to take labs for me for life insurance. She was super chatty, and I love learning about people, so we went deep and connected over death as she took my vitals and extracted my blood.

This woman, her name is Aly, shared that she's part of the church of satan. Not because she believes in the devil or anything, she just wants to have freedom of religion, she said.

I told her to believe what you want but satan is real, God is real, Jesus is alive, and while there is power in the darkness, it pales in comparison to the light of the world, Jesus Christ.

We talked about the unseen spiritual battle that rages around us, and how we have a choice to go light or go dark. That's when she blurted out that she has beef with God because he allowed her 23-year-old husband to be killed in a car accident.

That's when I shared with her that I lost my 21-year-old sister in a car accident, literally held her hand as she died, and so I have some sense of her pain. We talked about mourning, how most people don't know how to be there for those facing death, and how death wrecks so many people, how maybe if we followed the biblical pattern of mourning where we wail for a month with our community, maybe we could heal better than with pharmaceutical anti-depressants.

This was a rich, deep conversation, only possible because I enjoy talking about death. I enjoy it because I've stared it down many many times and I do not fear death. I do not fear death because my Lord, Jesus Christ, defeated death. Why is it that the day a man died on a cross is called good? Because he served as a sacrifice to pay for the constant choice we make against God in our rebellion and sin, to reconcile us to God.

This isn't some trope, some theory, some cultural way of living. The walk with Christ is to walk in power, in light, to enter into the mess of the life of a hurt, confused, searching member of the church of satan and to bless her.

Before she left I offered to pray for her in Jesus name, just to see what might happen for her. She agreed and told me she needs prayer for her health issues and her finances. I gave her a gift of a special kind of water that she loved and picked some of our garlic ramps for her. I prayed over her and hugged her before she left. She said she wants to keep my number to introduce me to her fiance.

Do not fear death, enter into it. Embrace it. Learn from it. Let it teach you to number your very short days. Death will sober you up. Death will give you a right perspective. Go hold the hand of a dying person. Go grieve with someone who is mourning, just sit there and weep. Serve someone who was wrecked by death, as so many are, and has never healed despite all the years gone by because time does not heal, God alone heals.

In closing, please pray for Aly, pray that God would speak to her loud and clear these next few days, as I did. Join me in rescuing another soul from torturous darkness and despair into a light and love so wonderful it would willingly lay down its life for its enemies. This is a kind of freedom satan, in all his greed and lust cannot fathom. Can't think of a better way to end the Easter week.

"The day of death is better than the day of birth. It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny for everyone; the living should take this to heart. Frustration is better than laughter, because a sad face is good for the heart. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure." Ecclesiastes 7:1-4