Monday, January 29, 2007

My First Radio Interview

I was interviewed Friday morning by a local radio station about my book. It was a spur of the moment thing and although I wasn't prepared, I think it went pretty well. Here's the link:

1/26/07 Radio Interview


I'm not sure how long this link will exist so I'm going to link to it in my side bar on a different server. So if you have trouble finding it, just look to the right of this page for it.

Friday, January 26, 2007

A Father's Love

If you cannot read the text below the picture, here's what it says:

Air Force Chief Master Sgt. John Gebhardt, of the 332nd Expeditionary Medical Group at Balad, Iraq, cradles a young girl as they both sleep in the hospital. The girl's entire family was executed by insurgents; the killers shot her in the head as well. The girl received treatment at the U.S. military hospital in Balad, but cries and moans often. According to nurses at the facility, Gebhardt is the only one who can calm down the girl, so he has spent the last several nights holding her while they both sleep in the chair.

Since there alot of fake things floating around out there, I wanted to make sure on this one. I did some searching and verified this is an authentic photo and the description is also accurate. Here's the verifying link.

God bless those that serve in more ways than one.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Click, Click, Clunk... Three Thousand Bucks

This past Sunday, around 4PM, the world was right. Marci and I were watching a football game, Will was napping, and I was reading Eldredge's new one The Way of the Wild Heart. Then, we heard the noise. It was a strange series of clicks, followed by a clunk and, it occurred about evey two minutes or so. Marci asked, "What is that?" I answered with, "Probably the icemaker or the dishwasher". What I was actually saying was that I didn't know but didn't really want to get up to find out.

After about 15 minutes of this strange noise, I'd had enough and put on my detective cap to go and find it, kill it, and solve the problem. The noise continued and I ended up in the basement, staring at the furnace and hearing the clicks and clunks, watching the flame come on, and then shut off. Obviously, there was a problem and since furnaces are way beyond my scope of knowledge, we shut the furnace down, packed up and headed for my Mother-in-Law's.

To make a long story short, three days of diagnosing the problem by a trusted professional, it was decided that due to planned obsolecence of parts required to repair the furnace, we would have to put a new unit in. The problem is, a new unit is around $3,000 and that is a tough sum of money to come up with. But, it's either you have heat or not, so I worked out a deal with my furnace man and he put in a new unit.

I hated to bite the bullet but now it is obvious that God's hand was in this. First of all, a house burned down and a three year old died in a fire just down the street from us. That's scary, but to add to it, a friend of ours has been having Carbon Monoxide problems in her house. So, here's the deal:

Upon removal of our broken furnace, it was discovered that the inside of the furnace was cracked to peices and this condition was allowing Carbon Monoxide to leak out, and be distributed throughout our entire home. But there's more, becuase it's a wonder that the entire unit didn't catch on fire. These cracks were providing a pathway for gas flames to escape!

Once again, God came through and saved us as He always does. Sometimes He thunders at us, sometimes He whispers, but this time He Clicked and Clunked!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Ode to Slacking Off

I've been slacking lately. Not in life, just in blogging. Lately, life has thrown me a few curve balls that I've had to hack away at, leaving little time to devote to posting to my blog. Sure, I've thought about posting, and even been prompted to do so, but dropped the ball and didn't do it. I guess this is the slack in my blogging career.

What is slack? Slack is defined by the Oxford Dictionary as:

Not taut, inactive or sluggish, negligent or remiss, neither ebbing nor flowing.

Lately, God has pointed out to me that I have a long way to go in this brief means of existence. First of all, there is my family that needs my attention, love, and most of all leadership as the Priest of our Home. I'll be the first to admit that I have been rather inactive and even the word negligent could go there. And that's a biggy to mess up. So lately, I've put a higher priority on my leading my family the way God would have me do it.

Another area that I've slacked is in my job. The Bible tells us to work at our job as we would work for the Lord! WOW!!! Many times we become complacent in our jobs, and even take them too lightly and get to the point where we are at a standstill (neither ebbing nor flowing). When this occurs, it's not time for a vacation away from the place, it's time to get with God and ask Him to breath fresh wind into you and give you a new wisdom in your job.

One area I have been diligent in lately, and probably my primary reason for posting less on my blog, is the fact that I am developing something big that I hope go live with in February. I'm not going into much detail now, but this has sprung from God leading me down a path that I've never asked to go down, but have allowed him to steer my creative nature to make something for Him that can be used by all Christians around the world. I've put in a ton of time on this project and pray for it's future launch.

With that said, I don't guess I've stopped working for the Lord after all. BUT... I've slacked in a few of the more important areas of my life. Time to tighten up.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Where the Streets Have No Name

Over the past few days, God has been speaking to me about so many different facets of my life. He's actually been giving me a good swift kick in the hindquarters about where I need to do better and some changes I need to make. He spoke to me this morning and the U2 song 'Where the Streets Have No Name' plays into what He said to my soul. The reason I bring up this song is, for whatever reason, I've been singing it for the past few days but hadn't realized it, or put two and two together until right now. The funny thing is, this song was popular when I was in High School and I remember the video for it, but I never owned the album or was much of a U2 fan. Now, I don't want to debate whether or not Bono is a priest or anything like that. I only want to call attention to the lyrics of this song and how they have spoken to me:

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel, sunlight on my face
See that dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love, burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you...
(It's all I can do)

The cities a flood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled into dust
I'll show you a place
High on ta desert plain
Where the streets have no name


When I read these lines and listen to the song, I hear the hero of our story, God, calling me out into something bigger, something larger, and something without limits. It's as if He is telling me,

"Look, you are to settled into your mundane spiritual existence. Come with me, step out and I'll show you a place where you can flourish."

I don't know where that place is or what the name of it is and thus, it's a place where the streets have no name. You're calling, I'm listening, lead me there Lord.

Tuesday, January 9, 2007

Slide Out on Faith

During our recent trip to Disney, God spoke to me in a big way about stepping out on faith. Marci, Will, and I were at the Animal Kingdom and were playing in the "Bone Dig" area of the park. The Bone Dig is a three year old's paradise! There are ladders to climb, ropes to swing on, and several awesome tubes to slide inside of. Will, being the rambunctious three year old he is, was running at full speed from one attraction to the next, and pressing it and himself to it's limits. That is, until we came to one particular tube slide.

This tube slide started at the observation deck and traveled through a man-made mountain that resembled a dinosaur dig site. I stepped up and said I'll go first, jumped into the opening, and down the slide I went. When I got to the bottom, I pulled my fat butt out of the slide and turned around to await Will's arrival. I waited for a couple seconds before calling out, "Will? Are you coming?". I heard Will's shaky voice say, "Daddy, Where are you?"

"I'm right here buddy, just come on down," I said.

"But Daddy," Will said, "It's dark!"

"It's OK Will, I'm right here and I'll catch you," I replied.

"But I can't see you!" He said.

"I'm right here in front of you, just come on," I pleaded.

All the while, I heard Marci telling him that it was OK to slide. I also heard her tell him that Daddy would be there to catch him. That's when God spoke to me about stepping out on faith. God showed me through my family that He is always there for us, even though we may not see Him. Most times, we are afraid to step out and walk in His path. Just like Marci reassured Will, the Holy Spirit is always there speaking to us and He will not steer us wrong, if only we'll listen.

The good news is, Will slid to me. And, after one slide, he realized how fun it was and he did it over and over. It's funny how when we step out and do what God has given to us, we become part of it and find yourself in it.

Oh yeah, Will is four years old today. Happy birthday buddy!

Saturday, January 6, 2007

Fat Boys Guide to Grilling for Your Warrior Culture

I love Amazon.com! My buddy Hook sent me an email today telling me of a recent message he received from them. Amazon wrote to let him know that since he bought my book (A Warrior Culture), there is another one that he just has to have.

Here's what they wrote:

Dear Amazon.com Customer,

We've noticed that customers who have expressed interest in A Warrior Culture by Donny Prater have also ordered FAT BOY'S GUIDE TO GRILLING by Chris, Hughes. For this reason, you might like to know that Chris, Hughes's FAT BOY'S GUIDE TO GRILLING is now available. You can order your copy for just $14.99 by following the link below.

FAT BOY'S GUIDE TO GRILLING
Chris, Hughes
Price: $14.99

More New Releases
Top Sellers
Recommended for You

Sincerely,
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First of all, yes, I am a fat boy.
Second, I love to grill.
Third, I do not have any type of vested interest in the Fat Boys Guide to Grilling.
And last, this is just too funny!

I've got to go buy this book simply because one of my readers just had to have it! So, by all means, if you have bought my book, even if you didn't like it, you have to get Fat Boys Guide to Grilling. It is the must-have item for every Warrior Culture. Maybe "A Warrior Culture the Cookbook" isn't such a bad idea after all...

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Out of His Shell with the Power Rangers

There is nothing like seeing your three year olds eyes light up as he takes in the surroundings of Disney World. It really is a magical place not just for kids but also for us old folks. One of my favorite parts of the trip was at MGM Studios when Will got to meet the Power Rangers. In the past six months or so, we've watched him transition away from playing with things that have to do with Dora, the Little People, and Sesame Street. Now, his playing revolves around constant warfare with the forces of good (Power Rangers) slugging it out with the forces of evil (the bad guys). He is actually a bit eaten up with it, as is evidence from the bruise he gave me the other day from a swift Turbo Kick to the shin.

This transition has been fun to watch because it reaffirms to me what God has written on our hearts. When we are born, God wrote on our heart that there is constant battle between good and evil. What's really neat is the fact that he put a special stamp on the heart of boys that calls them out to be heroes, warriors, and most of all, the desire to come through.

When the Power Rangers showed up to put on their show, Will wanted to meet his favorite: The Red SPD Ranger. We waited in line and watched the show they put on and then it was time to meet and get an autograph. Will timidly stepped up to the Ranger, got an autograph, and the Ranger put him in the following pose.

As the picture shows, Will was a bit timid about the whole experience. In fact, he almost didn't pose with the Ranger. This worried me because I wanted him to interact with them and not be afraid of them.









Next, we moved on to the Green Ranger. Will was a bit more open to the posing as the picture shows. But, he still seemed a bit shy, even though he held his arms out.













After Green, we moved on to White. By now, I could feel the excitement building in Will. After a quick autograph, Will didn't need help posing and he immediately went into a fighting stance as is shown here.









Last but not least, the Pink Ranger! By this time, Will was flying high and ready to show off. Without even an autograph, he immediately dropped into a fighting stance and we snapped the picture.











Old Dad couldn't pass up the chance to enjoy this moment with my son. So, as you can see, I jumped in!




When all was said and done, we strolled off with one happy kid that now wants nothing more than to be a Power Ranger when he grows up. Go for it Kid!