Salt Lake City, UT

Well, we're still up here in Salt Lake City awaiting the birth of our adopted son. We definitely expected that he would have been born by now (his due date was last Saturday, May 24). For more on the adoption, check out our new family blog written, produced, directed, and edited by soon-to-be hot mom, Heidi.

Even though the waiting is killing me, I'm really enjoying the time with my family and absolutely loving the scenery. Utah is amazing this time of year. I love the weather, I love the green trees, and I love the mountains most of all. Living in Phoenix has caused me forget the enormity and the beauty of the Wasatch Mountains.

Honoring A Hero

This Memorial Day, I want to honor my grandad: Army Air Corps Major Isaac Terrell Spivey of Farmington, NM.

Grandad joined the Army Air Corps (Air Force) in his early 20s and was a B24 Liberator pilot in the South Pacific during World War II. He flew 50 missions, most of them in the pilot seat of a bomber nicknamed Red Headed Woman. Two of these 50 missions earned him the Distinguished Flying Cross, one of the highest decorations that can be given to pilots who serve in the military.

The first mission, in July 1945, had his crew flying over Saigon to take aerial photos of Japanese-controlled oil refineries. The intelligence captured on that mission was a key part in America's strategy to destroy the Japanese war machine. The mission caught Japan completely off-guard and the crew returned safely (after a 2,500 mile round trip - one of the longest flight missions of the war) only to have the gunner accidentally drop the film, exposing the entire roll.

The next day his crew was asked to do it all again, only this time the Japanese were ready. The Red Headed Woman and its crew flew a second consecutive 2,500-mile recognizance mission, but had to fight off about 45 Japanese fighter planes this time around. In the midst of intense combat, Grandad's crew was able to recapture the footage and return to base -- despite having a large chunk of the plane shot away.

This is only one of dozens of fascinating stories that my grandad could tell you about his time serving in WWII. Some stories are fascinating and some are sobering; He can tell you stories of funny things he experienced and then stories of friends he lost in combat. I love to hear his stories and he loves to tell them.

My grandad is one of thousands of military men and women to whom we owe thanks for the freedoms we enjoy today. To anyone who has served, thank you for your service to our country.

To Grandad, thank you for being my personal war hero.

Pop Goes the Church

This video comes from Granger Community Church in Granger, Indiana. This was how they opened up the weekend service during a series titled "Get in the Game":



I grew up playing the old-school Nintendo and especially loved playing Mario Bros. (who didn't?). I also dream of being a rockin' drummer (who doesn't?). Naturally, I thought this video was awesome.

Even though I love this sort of thing, I must admit that I usually have a twinge of uneasiness when I see popular culture featured so prominently in church. This uneasiness lies in the fact that I feel like pop culture tends to blur the line between the sacred and the unsacred, between what is holy and what is commonplace.

Please understand that I am part of a church that deliberately appeals to the culture, and I love it. I do not sit in service sneering because I am offended at "that song" or "that video". I honestly enjoy most of what churches do to incorporate "cultural relevance" into their services. I also understand that churches like Granger do this primarily as an "in" to reach people for Jesus -- I do not doubt their intentions for a moment.

Still, I cannot seem to shake that nagging feeling that pairing the message of Jesus with pop culture only tends to cheapen Jesus. Do we honestly think that He needs our technology and music and graphic design in order to change lives? If the answer is "no", then we need to look really hard at whether or not our persistence toward cultural appeal is worthy of so much energy.

What do you think about this issue? Tell me why you feel the way you do about the church and pop culture.

Sidenote: The title of this post is taken from the title of a book written by Tim Stevens , the Executive Pastor at Granger. I have not read it yet, but I know from reading reviews that his book is really making people think about this issue.

A Tragic Story

I just read today that Christian music artist Steven Curtis Chapman and his family lost their youngest child, adopted daughter Maria, due to injuries sustained in an accident at their family home in Tennessee. The accident looks to have been caused when an older sibling unknowingly ran the child over in their driveway with the family SUV. Read the full article here.

My heart and prayers go up for this family as they are in the midst of this inconceivably horrible tragedy.

Dear Friends,

Please keep Heidi and me in your prayers over the next few weeks. Heidi will be flying next Thursday to Salt Lake City, Utah to stay with my parents and await the birth of our soon-to-be adopted son. His official due date is Friday, May 24. Heidi will be leaving right after the end of her last day of school so that she can be there when the birth mom goes into labor. Once the labor begins, Heidi will call me and I will catch the first flight I can get to Salt Lake. Hopefully, I can make it in time for the birth.

This news may come as a surprise to many of you. To be honest, this whole process began only six weeks ago, and we are even surprised by the speed with which this whole thing has happened. If you are only finding out for the first time, please know that we intentionally kept this under wraps until the decision to make us the parents had been made. Adoptions can be very uncertain and emotional ventures and, in an effort to guard our hearts, we decided not to go public until we had the final confirmation.

We know that many of you have been diligent in praying for us as we journey through our battle with infertility. Your prayers and ours are now being answered in the life of this precious gift, and we look forward to embracing him with open arms. Thank you to every one of you who have been praying for us. We cannot express enough how grateful we are to know that you have been lifting your hearts to God on our behalf.

The whirlwind story of our last six weeks is too long for me to explain right now. Just know that God has shown us tremendous power and unending grace through this, and that we are truly humbled by the experience. I will be sure to give you more details in the next week or so.

In the meantime, please keep the last leg of this process in your prayers. Specifically, please pray for the birth mom, Nichoal. She is 17 years old and has an opportunity to set a rather rough life on the right path after this adoption. She is a new Christian and has been working hard to follow God’s leading. Pray that she can have people come into her life (us included) who will encourage her to continue to fight against her crummy home life and change her future for good.

Thanks again for your prayers and your friendship. We are blessed beyond measure to know each of you.

Love,

Michael & Heidi