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One of My Mentors Just Died…

This one hit real close to home.

Marv Hubbard passed away early this morning, and I am grieving.

Marv, you taught me how to love.  You taught me about truth.  You taught me how to not only speak into another’s darkness, but to pull up a chair and live with them there.

When I was most unlovely Marv, you loved me.  You loved me enough to speak truth and life into my hurting soul.

You were an artist my friend,  not only with a brush and paint, but with your carefully crafted words on the canvas of many hearts.

I’ve spent the past 2 days going back through your Blogs and Tweets.  Your wisdom…..wow.  I’m missing you so much…..

Here are a few of my favorite quotes of yours:

  • The secret to this happiness thing is to give one’s life away, plowing it into the lives of others.
  • The agape love described in scripture means that you love, expecting nothing in return.
  • A line out Switchfoot’s new CD says “every breath is a second chance.” Fortunately I have had many breaths of atonement.
  • When we clear our pipelines to God and others of the junk in our lives, we are able to sense the leading of God and the needs of others.
  • I am beginning to realize that the worst place that I can be as a Christian is thinking that I have arrived.
  • Unless we come to grips with the mortality of life, we never see the importance of a daily decision for Christ to truly live.
  • True life is in fully accepting your mortality; realizing the joy of this day by recognizing that it could be your last.
  • The secret of contentment is learning to embrace the rain that falls in all of our lives. I rejoice in the people who embrace the rain.
  • The time has come where we need to do more than speak into people’s darkness. We need to live with them in their darkness to show the light.

I miss you Marv.  Thank you for your legacy.  Thank you for your love.  Thank you for showing me what true love looks like.

Even in your death Marv Hubbard, your legacy lives on…

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End of An Era…

My oldest princess, Mackenzie, played her final high school basketball game last night – ever.

Ouch…ever?

I love basketball.  I love the team aspect of the game.  I love the fundamental focus of the girls game.

I love my girls. And the fact that 50% of my 4 girls love basketball too….thank you Jesus.

Mackenzie was 5 years old when the YMCA was desperate for a dad to “coach” her little team and the whistle just happened to fit around my neck. And for 8 of the next 13 seasons I had the blessing of being her coach.  She is a senior this year, and last night she shot her last free throw, swatted her last shot, bounced passed her last assist, and cleared the block for her last rebound.

You played the game with joy Mackenzie.  You played the game as a team member.  You gave maximum effort every time you laced up your high tops. From wherever I sat to watch you – from the bench as your coach, to the top row of the stands with the other dads, you made me proud.

Thank you.

You gave me joy. Your teams were better because you wore their jersey. You made the refs smile…you knocked down your opponent in the true grit of competition, but you always extended a hand to help them up.

So an era has come to an end.  But my prayer for you my princess is that the lessons you have learned from the hardwood have prepared you for the next season in your life.  Mackenzie, thank you for bringing your ol dad so much joy through the sport of basketball.  I love you.  I am proud of you. I believe in you.  The game is not over – in fact, it’s just tipping off.

And I will forever be your biggest fan.

My Mom

It’s her birthday today.  God, I love her…

She is a princess of the King of Kings and worthy of many TRIBUTES.

So I devoted my time with God this morning to searching His word- finding out what He says about moms who chase after His heart like my mom does.  Here is what I found:

Proverbs 1:8-9 ESV Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake not your mother’s teaching, (9) for they are a graceful garland for your head and pendants for your neck.
Proverbs 6:20-22 ESV My son, keep your father’s commandment, and forsake not your mother’s teaching. (21) Bind them on your heart always; tie them around your neck. (22) When you walk, they will lead you; when you lie down, they will watch over you; and when you awake, they will talk with you.
Proverbs 10:1 ESV The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish son is a sorrow to his mother.
Proverbs 15:20 ESV A wise son makes a glad father, but a foolish man despises his mother.
Proverbs 19:26-27 ESV He who does violence to his father and chases away his mother is a son who brings shame and reproach. (27) Cease to hear instruction, my son, and you will stray from the words of knowledge.
Proverbs 20:20 ESV If one curses his father or his mother, his lamp will be put out in utter darkness.
Proverbs 23:22-25 ESV Listen to your father who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old. (23) Buy truth, and do not sell it; buy wisdom, instruction, and understanding. (24) The father of the righteous will greatly rejoice; he who fathers a wise son will be glad in him. (25) Let your father and mother be glad; let her who bore you rejoice.
Proverbs 28:24 ESV Whoever robs his father or his mother and says, “That is no transgression,” is a companion to a man who destroys.
Proverbs 29:15 ESV The rod and reproof give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.
Proverbs 30:11 ESV There are those who curse their fathers and do not bless their mothers.
Proverbs 30:17 ESV The eye that mocks a father and scorns to obey a mother will be picked out by the ravens of the valley and eaten by the vultures.
Vultures?  Yea…that’s how much GOD loves moms too.
Happy birthday mom.  Thank you for your Godly example of love.  I love you.
– your little boy….

The Soul of New Orleans

The soul of New Orleans is in a trumpet in a low ceiling bar…

I lost more than my home town in Hurricane Katrina.  I lost one of my heros – my uncle Jim, who died preparing his home just north of the city for the arrival of the hurricane.

Things have never been the same for me or my family.  But one thing remains – a love for a city and a memory of a hero.  Maybe this little clip will explain why:

The soul of New Orleans is in me…

Button-Down & Boxers…

The cell phone rang her familiar ring tone – the piano riff from Risky Business.  images

Weird ring tone for MY MOM, I know, but it was the first R rated movie that my mom knew (and was not happy about) her teenage boy watched.  It’s now her ring tone, and makes me smile a devious grin every time she calls.

Yesterday’s call came at the very summit of my most emotional need.

How did she know?

I think it was a mother’s intuition prompted by that still small voice of the Holy Spirit.  Mom’s words soothed her boy’s hurting heart.  It was a beautiful picture of our unconditional loving God – Her sacrificial love to her son despite her own heart being broken and physical body past the point of exhaustion as she cares for her cancer ridden brother.

In the midst of her phone call, the Holy Spirit spoke into my soul something like this:

“As much as your mom loves you, your Abba Father loves you even more”!

Brennan Manning said it best when he wrote “If you took the love of all the best mothers and fathers who have lived in the course of human history, all their goodness, kindness, patience, fidelity, wisdom, tenderness, strength, and love and united all those qualities in a single person, that person’s love would only be a faint shadow of the furious love and mercy in the heart of God the Father.”

This love is so tangible in Romans 8:15:

For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received a spirit of adoption, through which we cry, ABBA, FATHER!”

God is love.

(Wanted to close with some witty relevant quote from Risky Business, but after searching the Internet Movie Data Base for a line or two, wow…sorry mom, you were right, again).

Thank you God for my girls….

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Dating – Daughters – Dad (part 2)

Disclaimer – both parties gave me permission to share the following:

Setting: Midnight this past Monday.

Me, minding my own business in the man cave, not bothering a soul.  ESPN on the background, finishing up an email response, cell phone within reach but being appropriatley ignored….until it begins to ring.

Caller ID – Andrew.  One of my favorite friends of my daughter CC.

“Mr. Roy, this is Andrew.”

“Hey bro, you ok?” I’m thinking flat tire or some deep spiritual question is troubing him.  Andrew and I have dove into the deep end of theological things a time or two in the past.  Sharp young man.

Not why he was calling.

“CC told me that she just checked on you and that you were awake – sorry for calling so late (a bit out of the box to call me at midnight, but well thought out).  Could I come talk to you some time about feelings that I am having for your daughter CC?”

Flashback to here.

Setting:  My head.

s692641518_563475_1435Ok, be cool.  My Princess CC? Really?  Boyfriend? Midnight? What???? Breath.

“Of course you can Andrew.  How about tomorrow night – man cave – 8:00 p.m.?”

The last time a young man asked my permission to date my daughter – Matt did so in a surprise ambush.  He caught me half asleep in my boxers!  I swore then that my loins would be properly girded for the next time.

Andrew’s pre-approach gave me nearly 24 hours to think, pray, gird, and pray some more.  I was as ready as a dad could be for our meeting.

Insight: Andrew is a young man after God’s heart.

His spiritual intensity and maturity at 18 years of age is amazing.  I praise and thank God that IF a young man must have eyes for my CC, that Andrew is the one….

The Meeting: He shows up at my house right on time.

I make him wait (not on purpose, I promsie, just a long cell phone call).  The waiting must have been excruciating!  We finally head up to the man cave and close the door, find our seats across from each other, and I don’t say a word.  I want to see what this young man is made of.  He handles the moment with class.

I pray.

What he says to me is his story, not mine to tell.  Suffice it to say that I was fighting back the tears as he gave me a peek into his young heart.  After he stated his case and before he could ask for my blessing to date my daughter, I ask him to sit back and allow me to ask him a few very important questions:

– Why do you want to date my CC?

– What is it in her that you are attracted to?

– Tell me about your boundaries?

– What are your personal weaknesses?

– What does it mean to “date”?

His answer to what he is attracted to in my daughter was my key question.  His answer would tell me much.  And it did.  “I’m attracted to her love of Jesus.  Her spiritually maturity.  Her loyal friendship to me over the past year.  And I think she is beautiful!”

Yes she is, my young friend – both inside and out.  He was referencing her outer beauty – and that was ok!  In fact, had he not mentioned that, I would have felt he was being less than sincere with his feelings.  I know 18 year olds.  I know testosterone.  I know how visual they are.  I was hoping and praying for honesty and I feel like I got it from him.

“Andrew, for me to give my blessings to you dating CC, here are the 5 things that you must give me your word that you will do.  If at any point in the relationship you and CC lose my trust, I reserve the right to end it.  Fair enough?”

Here they are:

1. That both of you constantly communicate with me where you are in your relationship.  Don’t wait for me to ask you.  You tell me.

2. You establish God honoring boundaries for your relationship and come back and tell me what those are.  If you ever decided to stretch those boundaries, you come to me first.

3.  Your responsibility is to help her daily become more like Christ.  Her responsibility in this relationship is to daily help you become more like Christ. In our chats, tell me what you both are doing about his.

4. Do not place yourselves in situations that could cause you to stumble.

5. I am trusting you with my princess.  Do not hurt her.

Andrew agreed to my stipulations with a hearty “yes sir” and I gave him my blessing.  We prayed, hugged, and exited the man cave.  The house was full of teens – CC had a friend over.  I was glad that I had insulated the man cave against sound leaving the room during Gator games – I think their may have been some attempted eavesdropping going on.

Andrew – textbook.  Thank you for following the advice of your father and the Holy Spirit.  By honoring CC’s father, you honored your Heavenly Father.  I am proud of you – that was not easy (on this old man either).

I love being a daddy.