“How are you?”

Every morning, while his son Joseph was in Afghanistan, Joe Fiorito sent a text message before leaving for work.  Most mornings it included the question, “How are you?”  These cross-Atlantic messages from Wanaque to Kabul were more than an exchange of information, they were conduits of relationship.  And when young Joseph texted back, “Not so good,” his father was not only moved in heart, but moved into action.

The story of PVT Fiorito’s injury and return to NJ were on the front page of our paper Monday.  It caught my attention and made me wonder  what it would be like to get a text message from God every morning asking me, “How are you?”

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Happy Father’s Day!

It’s Father’s Day weekend, and what better way to celebrate than to come out and join your Powerhouse family at one of our Sunday morning services?! The worship team is excited for another week – check out this week’s setlist here! Continue reading

Giant Problem?

It’s there when you get up in the morning. It’s there when you go to bed at night. Like a giant on a nearby hill it bangs its scary sword on its shield, the very noise inviting you fear.

A young lad named David had a seven foot giant named Goliath (1 Samuel 17:4.)  What’s the name of your giant?  Unemployment? Divorce? Debt?  Boss? Prodigal? Illness? Addiction? Do you feel small when you face it?

Truth is, we are small, but God, who loves us, is infinitely bigger than that noisemaker on the hill… Continue reading

“I take thee…”

It’s June, so chances are you have been to a wedding or are going to a wedding.  What is your favorite part of a wedding?   Mine is when the bride walks down the aisle, but not because I’m watching the bride.  I’m not.  I am watching the groom.

Most folks miss this, but I love to keep my eye on the groom and wait for that precious moment when he sees his bride for the first time.  Instantly his face beams with incredible joy and love.

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…so much noise!

I’d like to draw your attention to a passage of Scripture that I can’t say I’ve ever really noticed before. Perhaps because it’s tucked away deep inside the Old Testament. It speaks for itself as an example of passionate worship and unashamed emotion over the things that break God’s heart. Two things I believe that can further develop us into fully devoted followers of Christ…. Continue reading

Safely Rest

You, no doubt, heard Taps played today at a Memorial Day activity. Are you familiar with the words that fit the music? What remembrances come to your mind while you listen?

As Taps was played this morning in Westwood my mind went back, as it always does, to the flagpole in front of Fitzsimmons Army Medical Center, Colorado. While stationed there decades ago I took my turn as Officer of the Day and saluted the flag as it was lowered to the playing of Taps.  A few floors above the flag were the wounded soldiers I thought about as I stood at attention. I saluted my flag, my country and my wounded friends.

My father, a WWII veteran, who died on Memorial Day, taught me the words to Taps: Continue reading

Stand Beside Her and Guide Her

You may not realize that “God Bless America” was first published in 1938. Given this is an unofficial national anthem of sorts, that’s a relatively young age for something so iconic and categorized in most people’s minds as a classic. It’s Memorial Day weekend and we must remember to lift our country and those who defend it up in prayer the way this song has for the past 75 years. Continue reading

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

When my children were little our special time together was bedtime. When it was time for one of them to go to bed, they would say “Mom, I’m ready for bed” and off we would go up the stairs into their room. We would always begin by saying our prayers and then I would climb into bed with one of them and cuddle. We called it spooning, laying side by side my arms wrapped around them. We would talk about their day, I always knew this would be the time each one of them would share the most. Nestled safely in my arms. Continue reading

Weep With Those Who Weep

This is not the blog I started writing the morning before a monstrous tornado hit Oklahoma.  This is written as news of the rising death toll streams across my screen.  As I switched between news sources I was stopped by this simple sentence on CNN:

“A father of a third-grader still missing sat quietly on a stool. Tears fell from his eyes as he waited for news of his son.”

Night has fallen in Moore, Oklahoma, and the searchers are looking for missing children at the elementary school. When I think of that waiting dad, my tears fall, too. Continue reading

Stop and Smell the Roses

…..no, really, I meant it. I want you stop and go outside and take a look at all that is happening around you that you are missing. Spring has sprung, and as the weather gets warmer, the days longer, and the sweet aroma of cook-outs seems to hang in the air each weekend, God is putting on a show through his creation. Continue reading