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

The Massive Doors

Last summer, my wife Shirley and I had opportunity to experience a thirty-five-day learning tour in Israel. The experiences where unending and life-changing. The group who hosted us was incredibly connected. Despite the complexities of deep division and hatred which existed among the religious communities and the disputed real estate and holy sites, our hosts ably nurtured deep relationships with the Jewish, Muslim, and Christian leaders. As result, this trust and favor opened spaces typically inaccessible to the public. One experience stuck with me in a unique and unforgettable way. One evening, two pastors and I were invited to spend Read More »

A Dark Place

Recently, a series of bizarre events unfolded in my personal life and ministry which shook me to my core. Several events were explainable and the result of our broken humanity and fallen world. Several other events, however, were unexplainable, creepy, and downright unnerving. As the explainable and unexplainable came crashing into my life simultaneously over several days, I found myself disoriented, deeply shaken, and in a place of hopelessness and despair. This was a place where I had never been before—a very dark place. I am typically cautious to spiritualize events in my life; however, I recognize blatant spiritual attack Read More »

The Power of the Rudder

Recently I was privileged to participate in a tuna fishing trip. We were on the road at midnight as our charter guide wanted to leave the pier promptly by 4:00 AM.  Upon our arrival, our guides wasted little time throwing our few items in the small twenty-four-foot boat. A mechanical breakdown the evening before placed us in this smaller backup boat. Within minutes, the 250-horsepower engine had us skimming and bouncing across the sea to the desired fishing spot some seventy miles into the Atlantic. As we departed, I noted the small boat had no seats except for the few Read More »

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 »