Sunday, May 24, 2015

Memorial Day



Happy Memorial Day 2015!

To me, Memorial Day marks the beginning of summer. I love the warm weather and long days of summer.

Another reason this weekend is special to me is because Tim and I got married on Memorial Day weekend in Athens, Georgia. I've been blessed beyond measure being his wife all these years. (Here we are at a banquet with Scott.)



But the real reason for Memorial Day weekend started after the Civil War. It's a federal holiday to remember people in the armed forces who died while serving our great country.

There's no place I'd rather live than in the United States. If you have served, or are serving, in the United States armed forces, thank you!


I hope you all have a blessed Memorial Day!

Monday, May 18, 2015

The Beauty Around Us

Lexington, Kentucky has horses decorated and set up around the city. I've seen pigs in Cincinnati. But Mobile has The Oyster Trail.





If we'd had more time, it would have been fun to find more shells.

This was my third trip to Mobile for tennis, and every time I left longing for more. The architecture is beautiful. Both old homes and modern buildings.






I've got to share one last picture before leaving. When I spotted this fountain on our walk, I just had to stop and admire the beauty. No matter where you are today, I hope you find a moment to enjoy the beauty around you. Have a blessed day!




Thursday, May 14, 2015

Fun with a heron

Back in the fall many of you told me you'd like more posts on travel.

After graduation, Tim and I headed down to Mobile, Alabama for the NAIA National Tennis Tournament.

We had a few free hours and drove to Dauphin Island. Beach walking is one of our favorite things to do. I had my camera, but the birds seemed more skittish than birds on the East Coast. I'd just about given up when Tim pointed to a heron who landed behind me.



At first we were so excited, and amazed, that the heron didn't fly away. Soon we had fun taking his picture. It turned into a photo shoot with our new friend, the heron. Here's just a few more.



What do you think? Did he want his picture taken? Have you ever had an experience like this?

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Love God; Love People

I invited my nephew, Eric Lutz, to share a little about his mission experiences.


Traveling out of the country on a mission trip has become one of my favorite things to experience. Despite the long flights, uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, and new foods (I tend to be a picky eater) there is nothing else quite like it. God uses short-term mission trips in our lives as steroid shots to grow closer to Him and learn more of His heart.

My first mission trip was at the age of fifteen to Honduras. This was through my Christian based high school. I had heard several older students talk about the mission trip and I thought it would be fun. After we arrived in the country, we worked very hard everyday. The days entailed reconstructing an orphanage and building a home for a family who lived in a shack. At the end of our trip, I could see the hard work I had completed by serving in this foreign country. I thought to myself, “I am really making an impact in peoples lives for Jesus.”

The next school year came and went, and I then had the opportunity to travel to Poland on a mission trip with my youth group at church. For the same reason as my previous trip, other friends mentioned how much they loved Poland, so I thought I’d go as well. This trip was much different than the summer before in Honduras. Our youth group travel to a small town called Zakosceile to partner with a ministry called PROem. In “Zako”, there was a summer camp facility in a rural area, where PROem had twelve weeks of camps lined up for teenagers to attend. These camps had themes such as basketball, music, theater, and even special needs. The two weeks we attended were themed as “English Speaking” where youth from Poland and other surrounding countries could come and practice their English with Americans.

As our team arrived in Zako and settled into our camp quarters, I realized this was going to be a very different type of trip. Our days entailed of eating delicious meals, swimming, hanging out around the snack shack, playing cards, participating in worship services, and playing fun games. This trip was so laid back. The agenda was not structured whatsoever. It was a blast spending time with my American friends and getting to know other Polish students. As the trip came to a close, we said good-bye to our new friends, and headed back for the States. I sat in the airport processing what had just taken place.

One of our adult team leaders was sitting next to me and he asked, “What did you think of the trip?” In my response, I told him how much I loved the Polish people, their sense of humor, and the fun I had with them. However, I was a bit conflicted. I summed up my answer by saying, “…but I don’t feel like I really did anything while I was over there.” My leader looked perplexed and asked for clarification. “We didn't build anything for them or make something that would benefit them after we left”, I replied. That was my view of mission trips. You go to a less fortunate country and build something for them. Then you take a picture in front of it and feel good that God used you to help others out.

My leader shook his head, understanding the pull I was feeling. He began to unpack how all the conversations I had with students were planting seeds in their minds and hearts to ultimately have a relationship with God. The need of the students at camp was not some building; their need was a relationship. A relationship with God, through Jesus Christ. He told me that all the time I invested in conversations with students would help the PROem team to follow up with them after we left. PROem would have open doors to talk with these students about placing their trust and faith in Jesus. My leader looked at me and said, that is much more valuable than a building.

My mind was blown! I had never thought about mission trips in that way. My context for serving someone was giving them something tangible. However, what going to Poland taught me was that true ministry was relational.

One of the religious elite comes to Jesus and says, “What is the greatest commandment?” He is trying to trap Him into saying something that will get him arrested or killed. Jesus responds with His own mission in life.

37 Jesus replied, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’[e] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 A second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’

Matthew 22:37-39

Jesus very simply puts it, “Love God; Love People”. His entire three and a half years of ministry were based on loving God and in turn loving the people He encountered everyday.

After my experience in Poland, I thought I should pick a profession that would allow me the opportunity to go on mission trips and share my faith. My friend’s dad was a dentist who went on several mission trips teaching pastors how to pull teeth so they could perform basic dental needs and share the Gospel with people in their community. I decided that was the career for me.

The summer of 2007 came and I had just graduated high school. My sister and girlfriend at the time (now my lovely bride) decided to go with the youth group to Poland. My parents were then asked to be leaders, and because I would be left at home for two weeks, I was asked to go on the trip. My past experiences with mission trips made this one so much different. There was no learning curve this time. My mind was set on being intentional with my time and sharing Christ with others. I connected with a younger student named Tom who had several questions about Jesus, creation, Christianity, and a relationship with God. I spent those two weeks trying to answer every question and dig into the Bible with him. Once I came back home, through Facebook and email, we kept in touch and over the next year he placed his trust in Jesus.

As I was in college at Western Kentucky University, I took the classes necessary for dental school, but was also plugged into a campus ministry called Campus Crusade for Christ, or CRU. Taking what I learned from my mission trip experience, I tried to be intentional with my relationships in college. I led a Bible study for younger guys, became close friends with a basketball player, and grew in my understanding of “Loving People”.

God hit me over the head in a chemistry lab one day and said, “You want to be a dentist so you can do ministry. Just go be a pastor and do ministry. Don’t let the dentistry idea get in the way.” I followed his calling and have been a pastor for the last four years. Now I have the opportunity to introduce middle school and high school students to a relationship with Jesus in my own youth group. Even last summer, I led my first mission trip to Poland and taught my students some of the same lessons I learned while traveling in high school. My hope is that after they come back from a highly relational trip, like what PROem offers, they would see that they can engage with people in their schools that they interact with everyday.

Over the last ten years, I have had the opportunity to go to Honduras, Poland, and Kenya. Each trip is different. The geography, food, travel time, weather, and tasks are all different. Yet, the mission never changes. Love God; Love People. How can you spend time getting to know the heavenly Father, today? Who has He put right in front of you, today, to love and spend time getting to know? We do not have to travel half way across the world and construct a building to share the love of Jesus. You can love right where He has you.




Saturday, May 2, 2015

Twenty-four hours in Owensboro, Kentucky

Owensboro borders the Ohio River and sits across from Evansville, Indiana. It's a clean and beautiful city. We saw azaleas and dog wood trees in bloom. The city has some beautiful parks. And Smothers Park has fountains and swings where you can sit and view the river. We saw tug boats push barges up the river. High school couples posed for prom pictures. Couples walked hand-in-hand. And we also saw a festival for children sponsored by the Billy Graham Crusade.



Owensboro is known as the BBQ Capital of the World. While we were in town, I had hoped to try two different BBQ restaurants. But we only made it to one, and it was delicious.

Old Hickory Bar-B-Que began in 1918. Charles "Pappy" Foreman traded blacksmithing for barbecuing. He began with a pit and barbecued mutton. Six generations later, the family business thrives. They will tell you this is possible because they won't take shortcuts or compromise the way they barbecue. This is a lesson we can all learn from.

Here's a picture I took of Tim, my parents, and our friend Ron Preuss.













The real reason we traveled to Owensboro was to watch Asbury University Men play their conference tournament. But we were so impressed, we decided we'd like to go for a long weekend. Maybe the second weekend in May when they hold their annual International BBQ festival and competition. We won't make it this year because graduation is the same weekend, but you've still got time to make plans to attend.


By the way, Asbury won the conference tournament. Congratulations, guys!

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

What do Johnny Depp and I have in common?


I was born in Owensboro, Kentucky, and two years later my brother, Chris, was born in Owensboro. Two months after Chris was born, Johnny Depp was born in the same hospital.

I lived in Owensboro until I was eight years old. I've only been back a couple of times, but this weekend I was in town to watch Asbury University compete in their conference tennis tournament.


The hospital I was born in has been torn down, but I was able to find the house I lived in.

As we drove around I showed Tim where I rode my bike. Everything seemed so much bigger back then. I loved riding my bike and thought I had so much freedom. Now I know.

When Grandmother Hubbard turned 100, my mom had a party for her. During the party, an older cousin told me my grandmother had been engaged before she met my granddaddy. I barely got over the surprise of that when he dropped the big news bomb. She was engaged to Johnny Depp's grandfather. I jumped from surprised to shocked, but I didn't argue.

Later I sat on the couch by my grandmother and asked her. And she confirmed, she'd been engaged to Mr. Depp. I think his name was Oren Robert Depp, but I could be wrong. We still laugh about this from time to time. These two people who were engaged at one time, both had grandsons born in the same town and the same hospital a few weeks apart.

I'm so glad my grandmother ended up with my granddaddy, and I'm glad my brother is Chris Lutz. (No offense to Johnny Depp.)

Friday, April 24, 2015

Paul Sawyier a Kentucky Impressionist


Paul Sawiyer is a famous Kentucky artist. His prints are are beautiful and affordable. I bet if you go into somebody's house in Kentucky, they are likely to have a Paul Sawyier print hanging on their walls. My grandmother had some of his prints, and so did my parents. I didn't grow up in the same area of Kentucky as Paul Sawyier, but I now live in some of his old stomping grounds. I've seen the palisades he painted. I've hiked by the Kentucky River where he lived. I've seen the rolling green hills of Kentucky. It's a beautiful place to live, and I understand why he was inspired to paint his surroundings.

Paul lived from 1865-1917.

From 1908-1913 he lived on his houseboat on the Kentucky River in my area from Camp Nelson to Shakertown. He created over five hundred original paintings of the palisades and waterways.

Paul decided he needed to find new places to sell his art, and he moved to Brooklyn, NY and lived with his widowed sister, Lillian. He spent the next two years painting watercolors and oil paintings of their parks and waterways. After this he moved to the Catskill Mountain area where he painted many Kentucky scenes from photographs. Despite most of his art being concentrated in Kentucky, his work attracts national interest. He created over 2,000 watercolors and 200 oil paintings, in addition to portraits and etchings.


Have you heard of Paul Sawyier or seen his paintings? Let me share a few I have in my home.