It’s just destiny!

There are so many tasks in getting a new apartment set up. Moving, climbing, sweating, placing, re-arranging, then sweating some more.  Unpacking, dust & dirt caked sweat lines in cracks in your body. Craigslisting, freecycling and roping odd-shaped furniture items on top of a car that was never made to haul furniture. Yet God can be in it all, if we allow Him.

The other day, I was on the phone with a guy who was setting up our electric bill. He was going through the standard procedure: “Name…Birthday…email…SSN…” and on and on. I was trying to not get annoyed by how long this was taking, when all the sudden I heard from the other end, “That’s weird! My wife’s name is Kelly and she was born on April 13th and I was born in 1985!”

I said, “Yeah that is kind-of weird,” to which he responded, “It’s like destiny! We were supposed to meet each other.”

Now after traveling the world, there’s been plenty of young men who have remarked about how we were destined to meet. But this comment didn’t make sense considering he had a wife, so I just shrugged it off.

A few more drab questions later, he said, “I have to ask you, do you know someone named Bruce?”

Somewhat startled, I replied, “Yeah, actually, that’s my dad’s name…”

To which he exclaimed, “Bruce is my name! It’s like destiny – We were supposed to meet!”

My spirit perked up. I responded, “Actually, it’s not just destiny – it’s God. There are no coincidences – God has a unique plan for each person’s life and brings certain people into our lives to shape us into who He wants us to become.”

And I heard, “That’s amazing…” And then we proceeded right where we left off.

At the end of the call, he asked me, “Is there anything else I can help you with? Do you have any questions?”

I paused. “Yeah, I do have a question… Do you believe in Jesus?”

And thus ensued a long awkward silence which tends to proceed any question about faith. But I’ve learned to be ok with the silence. Finally, I heard, “You know, I’ve been thinking about going back to church for awhile now. But my wife doesn’t want to go.”

I responded, “You should really go. I came to know Jesus in college, and He changed my life. There’s absolutely nothing like the love of Jesus Christ.”

He said, “Yeah, I could tell that you believed by the tone of your voice. Yeah, I think I’m going to go to church.”

“Great!” I affirmed. And then we ended the conversation and I hung up the phone, knowing that something very significant had just happened to me and probably Bruce too.

No, it’s not just destiny – there are no coincidences in life.

God envisioned your life at the very beginning of time; you are made for a purpose with a distinctive set of strengths that are uniquely yours. God has taken you through life’s ups and downs, and has brought people into your life to shape you into the person He desires you to become.

There is no greater joy than partnering with God to write the story of your life. If you haven’t done so already, would you surrender your life into His hands? If there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that His plan is way better than my own.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

-Jeremiah 1:4-5

“I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.”

-Mother Teresa


The Grand Canyon, Symbiosis and the Church

Having spent the majority of my childhood in Flagstaff, Arizona, I tend to refer to The Grand Canyon as my backyard, a giant God-shaped playground that I spent many hours trekking, swimming, climbing, and laughing in. My dad used to wake us up at 3:00 am by whistling a descending “canyon wren” tune, then plop my sister & I into the car. We would drive for two hours, then wake up at the beginning of the trailhead, where we descended into the darkness, one foot in front of the other, the only light streaming from our headlamps stuck firmly to our foreheads. As we stepped down into the gigantic black abyss, the eastern horizon would turn from black, to navy, to light blue, and the world around would become visible, before finally the sun burst forth, cascading light in every direction. At this point, we would celebrate by frying up crispy southwestern-spiced hashbrowns with our backpacking stove.

In high school, I took a rafting trip down the Grand Canyon, and was hooked. Determined to become a river guide, I worked a few summers as a raft guide learning to read the river and navigate the Canyon’s rapids. Here’s a shot of me “hanging” off the edge of the canyon in high school…


So you can imagine how thrilled I was when my dad received his private permit to raft down the Grand Canyon for July of 2013.  My parents had always dreamed that our family would go down the Canyon together, and although it had been twenty years since he had originally applied for the permit, God’s timing is always perfect. After coming off an intense 11-month mission trip around the world, this trip through the canyon was quite therapeutic for me. What I needed most was time to rest, recover, and reflect on this crazy place we call our world. It turns out that the Canyon was just what the doctor ordered.

The canyon’s waters washed over me, cleansing me inside and out. Its light warmed my sun-bathing body, radiating off the red sandstone rocks below. The smooth pebbles and limestone boulders massaged my feet as I climbed up the side-canyons barefoot, the trickle of cascading waters filling my ears. Some rapids rejuvenated my child-like spirit and others left me awe-struck, reminding me of the power of the mighty Colorado River. Here’s a few shots of our journey:

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The Grand Canyon can be one of the greatest teachers you can come by. And this visit in the canyon left me with an appreciation for the interdependency of organisms in nature. God creates things to depend on one another – a mutual relationship in which both benefit. Each one, without the other, isn’t quite complete.

Take the relationship between the Sacred Datura and the Sphinx Moth, for example. The datura flaunts beautiful white trumpet-shaped flowers, some almost five inches tall.


Each bud begins in a tight spiral, and as dusk approaches, the flower gradually loosens its grip before finally “popping” open, releasing a delightfully sweet fragrance. Call us crazy, but my mom bought a datura plant, and my family has spent many a night sitting in lawn chairs beside this plant, waiting for hours in anticipation for the final pop. While many teenagers went to the movies, my sister and I watched plants. I’m pretty sure that qualifies you as a nerd.

Because of the depth of the datura flowers, not many insects can pollinate it. However, the sphinx moth is hand-crafted with a six to eight inch long probiscis tongue. As the moth indulges, it becomes “drunk” by the plant’s powerful hallucinogenic composition. I’ve seen sphinx moths hovering around the datura at dusk, just waiting for them to open like the craze of a drug-addict waiting to be satisfied. This symbiotic relationship is just one of numerous mutual symbiotic relationships that make up our world.

We seem to understand that plant and animal species need one another to survive, and if even one organism is removed, the whole system is altered. Think of how much we fight when even one species becomes endangered. The population of Humpback Chub (a species of fish native to Grand Canyon) was devastated when the Colorado River went from being warm and muddy to cold and clear after the dam was put in in the 1960’s. Many people fought to save the species, with hundreds of thousands of dollars being spent to relocate native fish in hopes they would continue reproducing.

My question is – Why don’t we have the same approach with one another – people of different ethnicities and backgrounds, or even denominations? Why do we fight harder for fish than we do for our brothers and sisters who are hurting? Why is it hard for us to understand that everything that God has created is made to mutually depend on each another – humans included? Yet still, we fight, we war, we hate…

“The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I don’t need you!’ and the head cannot say to the feet, ‘I don’t need you!’ On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensible…(1 Corinthians 12:21-22)

The word here for “indispensible” means more than just necessary – the Greek word used implies being connected by bonds of nature or friendship. In fact, the word “symbiosis” originally referred to people living together in community. It wasn’t until 1877, when Albert Bernhard Frank used symbiosis to refer to the mutualistic relationship in lichens.

I’ll throw out one more term. Remember the word “ecosystem” from science class? It’s defined as “the complex of a community of organisms and its environment functioning as an ecological unit.” We think of this term as referring to the natural world – but what if we think of the church as an ecosystem, as a complex community of organisms and our environments functioning as a unit? Really, that’s all we were created to be.

But God has combined the members of the body and has given greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it. Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it (1 Corinthians 12:24-27).

I don’t have many answers, but I do know one thing: Nature is one of our greatest teachers. Let’s continue to learn from one another and from the world around us, putting hindrances aside, so we can be the body of Christ that we’re made to be.

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