Weekly Parent Cue :: KirkSTUDENTS


Here you go parents!  Talk about any of these follow up questions around the dinner table, or on the way home from practice, or on the way to school this week (and if you have any stories of how your family is winning because of the Parent Cue, let me know so we can share some ideas with everyone!)

The Text: 1 Peter 3:13-16; 4:1-2

The Point: Our faith won’t fail when we point to Jesus in our suffering.

The Follow-up:

  • Ask your child: When has following Jesus been hard for you?  (Tell a story from your own life about this, too)
  • When we suffer, does that always mean we’re doing something wrong?
  • What makes suffering because of wrong and suffering because of right different?
  • According to the message on Sunday, what should our attitude be towards suffering?
  • Watch this video together: https://youtu.be/YNqo4Un2uZI.  What was your favorite line in this song?
  • Do you agree that having an “it is well” attitude is a good defense of Christianity?

My Daughter Is My Sister Now

Yes!  This morning before school my daughter gave the most genuine prayer to give her heart to Jesus!  It has been so fun showing her what grace is for the last 6 years and now she knows that grace is hers because of the gospel.  So now, my wife and I get to keep the awesome responsibility of raising our daughter, but we get the added bonus of discipling our sister in Christ.

Open House


We are selling our great home, s this Saturday, August 10th, from 10:00am to Noon we are having an Open House.

Come and invite your friends to 4724 S 194th East Ave, Broken Arrow, OK 74014.  We’ll have cookies and I’ll be available to answer any questions about the home.

If you would like to see more, please visit our facebook page here.

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An Open Letter to Tulsa Mommies

Get off the phone.


Get.  Off.  The.  Phone.

I know your days are long.  Especially in the summer when your husband still has to work but your kids are out of school and a little “me time” is well deserved.  You get that after bedtime like the rest of us.  So when you bring your kids to the park please play with them.

I am tired of getting looked at as the creepy-guy-who-is-trying-to-traffick-your-kids when I clearly have two little girls of my own doing everything they can to enjoy their time with their Daddy.

Your kids want attention…and encouragement…and to be noticed.  My wife and I have our own kids for which to fulfill this need.  Please do it for your kids.

So put down your iPhone.  Leave your iPad in the car.  When you’re at the park or the splash pad, prove to the rest of us that your kids are more important than gossip and apps.

Their “little” days are few.  Don’t look back and wish you had more time to play.




Fear has buried its ghastly talons into the mind of my 3-year old daughter.  Again.

I know you mean well when you ask, “Is she getting better?”  But the answer is and always will be “No.”

Because fear comes out of nowhere.  Fear is a sudden impulse in our house.  My daughter’s fears leave her mommy and me writhing on the carpet and writing about it later.

We can’t help her because we don’t know what switch will be flipped in her sweet little mind.  She is being tormented by blades of grass in the bath water.  She is being tormented by the felt presence of oscillating fans.  She is being tormented by any shadow that resembles the tiniest of gnats.

She won’t come into our room anymore.  She won’t play in our backyard anymore.  She won’t get into her bathtub anymore.  She won’t shop for flowers at Lowe’s anymore.  She won’t go to the Library anymore.

Because of fear.

What kind of evil enemy do we have that torments the mind of a 3-year old girl with crippling fears of benign things?  I’ve spent many nights laying hands on her, praying over her, begging God to heal her.  To free her.  Because this is not right.  3-year old girls should not be tormented by fear like this.  So in my pleadings with God I’m also begging Him to return.  To come back.  To make this right.  To destroy the Enemy that is trying to destroy the mind of a little girl.

But our resiliency is waning.  It is hard to rejoice always and pray without ceasing when every whiff of a fly or every speck of dirt in the bath water can send our daughter careening into an inescapable grip of terror.  One in which she will not be comforted.  One in which she will not be consoled.  One in which she will not negotiate, reason, or even trust.  She does not feel safe anywhere (even in the arms of her bewildered parents).  And so it’s hard to plead with an omnipresent God when I myself am crying out, “Where ARE you?”

So please, don’t leave April and me to fight on our own.  If you will, pray however the Spirit leads, but specifically for the following:

  • Kinsleigh’s healing
  • That her mind would be FREE from the grip of fear
  • That that which is responsible for tormenting her would be defeated
  • For peace in my wife’s heart
  • For courage in mine
  • For grace to be patient, take heart, and wait on the Lord

This is not right.  This is not how God designed things.  Our enemy is real.  But our God is bigger.  I trust Him.  I always will.  But this is going to be a long road, indeed.

Freedom & Sin

This is a picture of my daughter.

Behind her is a 5’x10′ garden bed that I built.

Inside it is over $40 of soil I had to buy for this season.

I had one rule: you can dig in the dirt and throw the dirt and play in the dirt, but don’t throw the dirt out of the box.

So what does my 3-year old do?  She throws the dirt out of the box.  Exclusively.

I gave her freedom to play and explore and get messy and have fun in a pretty substantial garden box.

But she poured the dirt into the grass.  I rebuked her as a loving father should.  Then she poured the dirt on the edges of the cedar planks…all while staring right at me.

She never (ever) embraced the freedom I had given her.  She simply wanted to see how I would react to her sin.

And we are all guilty of this.

Psalm 16.11 says “You make known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand.

We read this and say “Yes!” but then box Jesus in, confining our affections to a one-hour block on a Sunday morning.

We are given freedom in Christ; freedom to enjoy creation, freedom to enjoy pleasure, freedom to live.

Yet we trade in the eternal pleasures we have in Him for the manufactured pleasures rendered from a fractured heart.

This is (and has always been) our pattern.  I didn’t have to teach my 3-year old how to find the boundaries and cross them.  She does it on her own, all while staring directly back into my eyes.  And this is why we need a Savior.