Breezes--Pastor Brian Martin's Blog

"The wind blows where it wishes, you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit." John 3:8

Disparities…where to begin

Over the years, I have been blessed to travel to various corners of the world. Without fail, these experiences shake and form me deeply, continually reshaping my world view as a follower of Christ. Yet, I must acknowledge as a disciple of Jesus when I observe the disproportionate distribution of resources across the globe, I am presented with one of the greatest tensions in faith. I find myself attempting to reconcile the disparity of necessary daily human resources such as water, food, clothing and shelter. Why do I have access to much while others have so little? Often times the Read More »

Checked Bags and Dirty Laundry

Whenever I travel, whether for a weekend away or longer trips which involves multiple nights, I am notorious for packing as lightly as possible. Accessories, such as an extra set of clothing…“just in case,” a hat, gloves, or a second pair of shoes, take up precious space and rarely make my cut unless absolutely called for. Sometimes my sparse packing gets me in trouble when precious items—I really could use—remain at home, patiently awaiting my return. As a couple married for thirty-four years, Shirley and I have learned it works best if we assume responsibility for our bags. We coach Read More »

Our words…matter

Words spoken, whether face-to-face, electronically, or posted online through social media…matter. We will be called into account for the words we speak, post, or “like.” Whatever we “like” or endorse on social media, is no different than giving literal voice and assent to the conversation and its content. Sometimes we forget this. Our world offers us a multitude of social media platforms to post our words and thoughts. This can occur out of emotion, instantly and spontaneously with little thought given to what we are saying or endorsing.  Observing social media testifies how numbed and inoculated one can become by Read More »

The Old Car in the Woods

Nearly every year, while hunting throughout the fall season, I stumble across remnants of a long-abandoned farmstead. Sometimes I find myself walking upon a forsaken cemetery of yesteryear, dotted with with unreadable gravestones, while other graves are marked with mere field stones. It is if the stones are calling out, “here is the the resting place of a person who has a name.” As one who is intrigued by what once was, my hunt is nearly always interrupted with curiosity. I wonder, “What are the untold stories which once occupied this place?” As this photo reveals, Occasionally, I happen upon Read More »

Who Moved My Cheese?

In 1998, Dr. Spencer Johnson wrote a secular fable entitled “Who Moved My Cheese?” Upon release, the book became an immediate New York Times bestseller. I was then employed in the marketplace and participated with other business persons in a peer study group. Spencer’s book was selected for our study. The book is short, the font is large, its margins wide, and the story line is simple. The book was a very easy read. However, the application and hard-hitting impact within it stuck with me ever since. The storyline casts four characters: two little human characters names Hem and Haw, Read More »

Goosebumps

“What was it like to walk where Jesus walked?” “Of everything you experienced in Israel, what is your single greatest takeaway?” Questions like these continue to greet Shirley and myself after a five-week study tour in Israel. In many ways, answering these questions is like needing to determine which of my four children is my favorite, or naming the greatest moment in my thirty-three-year marriage. Some questions cannot be answered because it reaches beyond a feeling or an experience. It even reaches beyond goosebumps. While we were on tour, I recall getting to many holy sites and wondering when am Read More »

A Hole-in-One…not

I am not a very good golfer. As a matter of fact, even on a four-person scramble, I make a far better caddy or golf cart driver than I do a team contributor. To be sure, the words, “Wow, a hole-in-one” has never been spoken in my presence after teeing off on a short drive. Such words are a rarity for me even playing a round of miniature golf. While in the marketplace, I recall being invited to some high-end golf outings. While I enjoyed, immensely, the networking and sales opportunity which occurred, my golf skills were quite atrocious and Read More »

My “Nothing Box” and Mowing Grass

Sometimes I find it necessary to go to my “nothing box.” This is a place where I simply step out of being actively present with others. I find place and space to withdrawal and reflect in silence. Mowing the lawn, walking, or driving often provides for me a treasured “nothing box.” Last week, while mowing yard, I was deep in thought about the significance of the day. Just hours before, I participated in our annual community Good Friday worship service. A gripping drama which powerfully depicted the final hours of Christ was, yet, boldly riveted in my mind. As the Read More »