I am so proud of my nephew Brennan! (as well as Katy and Kirsten, and all the kids who can sit through a Billy Hires sermon for that matter). Sometimes, I let the enemy get into my mind and tell me about all of the poor children that have to sit and suffer the sermon at church on Sunday. The Lord encouraged me as I looked over at Brennan yesterday, and saw him drawing this beautiful picture! We were studying Revelation 12 today. See if you can tell which verse(s) Brennan was drawing about!
I am so encouraged to see the kids getting this stuff!
Still a filthy rag,
Steve
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The Dragon
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Friday, August 22, 2008
Katy plays her first G!
Katy Beth, my amazing oldest daughter, has played her first G chord! I am so proud! Sniff.... sniff...(she's gonna be a Rock Star!)
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I need to stop running around naked.....

So many days, I get up and out of bed, and run around naked. I am speaking very figuratively mind you.. Today my eyes were opened and remnded by a Scripture passage that we are most likely very familiar with:
See all the action words here?
I was reading my copy of the "Gospel Primer" today, and the author Milton Vincent reminded me of these things by saying this:
"That God would tell me to "take up"and "put on" this gospel armor alerts me to the fact that I do not automatically come into each day protected by the gospel. In fact, these commands imply that I am vulnerable to defeat and injury unless I seize upon the gospel and arm myself with it from head to toe."
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Friday, August 8, 2008
God, We belong to You.....
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Sunday, August 3, 2008
Worship God 08
PS.. On the way to the conference, I dragged Joe on a pilgrimage through the streets of Baltimore.. to see if we could find where Chef Duff makes his tasty creations... voila!

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Monday, July 28, 2008
My House
God decided to take Jim Lancaster home today....he died about 4 p.m.
I have to admit, that when I first got the news, I didn't react...I went numb, and didn't express much emotion.
However, it's when I started to get ready for work tonight, and began moving around my house looking for stuff that the reality hit me:
My house, and my life for that matter, is FULL of Jim Lancaster!
Let me explain further...
As I stand in my bedroom looking into the closet, I see all of my button-down collar shirts hanging there neatly.. I can't help but look at those.. You see, I have this problem of remembering to button those tiny collar buttons on Sunday mornings before the church service....Jim never forgot though.. and he was always quick to button them for me before I got up on the platform to lead musical worship.
As I stand in Sammy and Katy and Kirsten's rooms, I see beautiful pastel colored walls, light blues and greens....I am quick to remember that Papa Jim painted those walls for my children when we moved into our house in Temple Terrace..
As I stand in my family room, I see two portraits that Jim has drawn of the kids... one of Katy and Kirsten, and one of Katy, Kirsten and Sam...drawn in pencil, they are beautiful and so very lifelike....

As I stand in my kitchen, I seen several framed photos on the wall of me playing with my kids in Jim's pool during a fourth of July extravaganza...
As I stand in our great room, I see my guitars, and my huge book of worship team chord charts... I reflect on how many of them were taught to me by Jim... I reflect on the days of playing and singing with Jim.. I reflect on the beautiful harmonies he would create...it was always an honor to lead worship with him...I can hear his voice even now...

It's time to leave for work now, and as I get into my patrol car, I notice my radar unit sitting on the dashboard in front of me...and instantly, I hear Jim telling me to set up on his street and catch the speeders..
My friend, you've left your fingerprints all over, and I will miss you greatly...
I know the separation is only temporary though...
I love you man...
Just a filthy rag who knows that it is not death to die,
Steve
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