Earlier this summer, on a day that was way too hot, the boys and I went to the Roeland Park Aquatic Center to cool off. They have one of those climbing walls over the pool, and after watching the kids go up it, I made the mistake that every aging father eventually makes. I thought, “That doesn’t look that hard.”

Today, Leigh-Ann and I celebrate twenty-seven years of marriage.

 This past Monday, Sophia invited me to fly with her while she worked on her flight instructor training.

This past week, our family snuck away for a few days to the Branson area for a much-needed vacation. It was one of those weeks that seemed to move at just the right pace. We spent plenty of time floating around the lazy river, relaxing by the pool, taking long walks, and even getting out on a boat. It was exactly what we needed.

Two weeks ago, Sophia and I had the chance to attend one of the FIFA World Cup matches at Arrowhead (Ahem, Kansas City) Stadium between Algeria and Austria thanks to some very kind friends. The stadium was packed, the atmosphere was electric, the fans were loud, and every big moment felt like it could shake the place. If you've never been to a World Cup match, I highly recommend it. It lived up to every bit of the hype.

This weekend Leigh-Ann, the kids, and I are heading to Minnesota to celebrate two incredible milestones with my parents,full-time,,,. They are celebrating 60 years of marriage and 50 years of faithfully serving the same church in St. Cloud.

Yesterday, the boys and I decided to join thousands of fans from the Netherlands for the parade from Power & Light to Fan Fest.

We found shirts that were orange enough, walked a block west from the church to Grand Ave, waited a few minutes for what seemed like an endless sea of orange, and then...just merged into the parade. I'm still not convinced that's how you're supposed to join an international fan march, but no one tackled us, so that's good ?.

We marched with about 30,000 of our newest Dutch friends and fellow Kansas Citians, singing Links Rechts (Left, Right) and Sweet Caroline. Although by the second chorus it felt more like “Sweaty” Caroline. Every time the crowd stopped, the temperature seemed to rise. When the crowd stopped moving, everyone was packed together, and combined with the Kansas City humidity, I was pretty sure that personal space had officially disappeared.

Eventually, we turned onto Pershing Road and the crowd spread out into Washington Square Park. Ian and I headed back toward the church, and the older two kept exploring, found a juggling circle, and kept soaking it all in.

So, what inspires 30,000 people to put on matching orange shirts, sing with strangers, invade each other's personal space, and happily sweat together for hours...before the game even starts?

The answer is simple. Something had captured their hearts. Now, don't misunderstand me, we're a soccer family. We love the game. And having the World Cup in Kansas City is a once-in-a-generation opportunity. We've been trying to say "yes" to as many experiences as we can.

But as fun as it all is...it's still a soccer game. And if a soccer game can capture hearts, imagine what Jesus could do?

This Sunday, we'll finish our journey through Luke 3–4, where Luke has been carefully building the case that Jesus is our Savior. In Luke 4:38–44, Jesus heals the sick, casts out demons, and then says, He can't stay, but has to go to other towns to preach the good news.

More than any parade or game, Jesus shifts our focus from immediate comfort to His global mission.

I can't wait to worship with you this Sunday at 8:00, 9:15 (Full KidCity available), or 10:45 am (Full KidCity available)…DON’T FORGET, we have a full Spanish service this Sunday at 1:00 pm.  Otherwise, you can watch the Livestream on YouTube (Like and Subscribe) or on our New Life website at 9:15 am. Also, we would LOVE for you to follow us on Facebook, YouTube, and  Instagram.

See you soon,
Troy

 Yesterday gave me one of those moments that makes you stop and just smile at the goodness of God.

One week ago, at the moment I am writing, our oldest daughter, Alexa, was walking down the aisle. As I type out these words, I can almost replay every step in my mind. It was a beautiful and emotional day, and if I’m being honest, a day that reminded me just how quickly time moves. One minute you’re teaching your 5-year-old daughter how to ride a bike, and the next you’re trying to keep your composure while walking her down the aisle.

Dallas and I have been in Salt Lake City this week for a soccer tournament, and it has been an unforgettable trip. Today we won the semifinal game and are headed to the finals, which means Dallas is feeling unstoppable and I am pretending I haven’t aged ten years in four matches. Only one game has gone to a PK shootout, but there have been several moments when my heart rate was high enough to qualify as its own cardio workout.

My love language is acts of service, which is a polite way of saying I feel deeply loved when someone helps me get things done. With three boys ages 17, 15, and 13, the opportunities for that kind of affection show up often. It is amazing how quickly quality time becomes an opportunity to work on the honey-do list. They each have different personalities and strengths, but they are each learning how to work hard, and nothing delights me more than seeing them jump into a project together.

While growing up, Leigh-Ann and her family had a friend over to their home, and after dinner, they all went out to play whiffle ball. Because their friend didn’t move as fast as he used to, he asked Leigh-Ann to be his designated runner.

Mother’s Day is coming up this Sunday, which means restaurants will overflow and Moms will finally get the public recognition they deserve for doing the things they do every other day of the year.

 This past week, I had the chance to watch our daughter play soccer, and I found myself smiling more than I expected. Not just because of the goals or the hustle, but because of the team itself. A few years ago, many of these girls were competing against each other on different high school and club teams. There were rivalries, strong opinions, and I can remember a few moments where the rivalry wasn’t friendly at all ?.

Most days after being at church, I begin what I like to call my weekly sanctification test…also known as the drive home through downtown Kansas City.

As we find ourselves in the quiet weight of Good Friday, there is an invitation before us, not to rush ahead, but to linger…to slow down…to reflect.

Every year, as Holy Week approaches, there are a few behind-the-scenes traditions that quietly take place around the church. Prayer guides get printed. Communion elements get ordered. Stations are set up, and my new favorite…retrieving (not rolling out ?) the barrels.

Several weeks ago, our oldest son decided he’s done living a “normal” life.

He’s on a quest now.

Not like “clean your room” quest…but real quests, exploring, discovering, making memories ?.

And honestly, I love it.

So, to fuel his creativity (and maybe earn a few parenting points), Leigh-Ann and I got him a drone for his birthday.

Which means…we are now a family learning how not to accidentally land expensive technology on a highway or in a lake.

A few days ago, we took it out to a park to practice. And flying the drone is pretty incredible. One minute, the drone is hovering just a few feet off the ground, giving you this up-close, detailed perspective. The next minute, it’s way up high, showing a bird’s-eye view that completely changes how everything looks.

Same park. Same people. Totally different perspective.

At one point, we looked at the footage and realized things that felt ordinary from the ground looked purposeful from above. Paths connected. Space made sense. Even us standing there looked like we actually knew what we were doing (which, for the record, is questionable).

It’s amazing what a change in perspective can do.

This Sunday, Cooper Chavis (our Youth & College Director) is opening up Luke 2:36–40 and showing us something we often miss…God is in the business of restoring His people.

In these verses, we meet Anna, a woman whose life, on the surface, could easily be defined by loss, waiting, and what might feel like a “less-than” story. But from God’s perspective? Her life is a testimony of faith, devotion, and restoration. She sees Jesus and recognizes exactly who He is because she’s been faithfully looking for God all along.

From ground level, life can feel fragmented. Disconnected. Maybe even disappointing.

But through faith, through the lens of God’s promises and the person of Jesus, we begin to see differently.

We begin to see that God is restoring our faith and testimony. All this happens through Jesus, who came to bring us back to God. Sometimes what we need most isn’t a change in circumstance…

…it’s a higher view of what God is already doing.

And trust me, you won’t want to miss this one. Also, in what may be the most compelling theological argument I can offer, there will be pancakes. Our students are hosting a fundraiser to support their mission trip to the Dominican Republic this summer, so come hungry, come ready to support, and come expectant for what God is going to do.

I can’t wait to hang out and learn with you on Sunday. Services are at 8:00, 9:15 (Full KidCity available), or 10:45 am (Full KidCity available), or you can watch the Livestream on YouTube (Like and Subscribe) or on our New Life website at 9:15 am. Also, we would LOVE for you to follow us on Facebook, YouTube, and Instagram.

Have a great weekend,
Troy
P.S. Tomorrow morning from 8-9 am, we are hosting a worldview and cultural training for those interested in serving with our Spanish-speaking service.… And we also have our men’s breakfast from 9-10 am. It’s going to be a great weekend!
 

Kansas City weather has a sense of humor. The kind where you start wondering if the Lord has assigned a group of angels to rotate random weather settings just to keep us humble.

Last Friday night at our house, Leigh-Ann and I finally settled in for the evening with two of the boys. We had popcorn popped, and the recliners leaned back in their fully committed “we are not getting up again tonight” position. We had just started a movie and were ready for a quiet, relaxing evening.