Saturday, August 29, 2015

I'm going to Mars!

Well, maybe I'm not actually flying to Mars - but my name is! Check out my sweet boarding pass!

This is actually a pretty cool program to get kids interested in the science of space exploration. Check out the site HERE.

Friday, July 31, 2015

LIFE from Death - 5 Years ago Hope was born in our hearts

"We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain"

Hebrews 6:19

5 years ago, Lindsay and I lost our first child. Lindsay was 8 weeks pregnant and we went in to hear the heartbeat of our little Raspberry for the 2nd time. What we heard instead was painful silence. Those next few days where the worst days of my life. It was only by the grace of God that we made it through and those few days of pain would be the defining moment of our faith for the rest of our lives. Through great pain and sorrow God brought life. Not only 2 beautiful children, but ministry and new community. People ask me all the time where #HopeisHere came from. This was the moment it was birthed in our hearts!

Lindsay sent this email to Chad Johnson of Come&Live a week after everything took place. Chad had posted a quote from C.S Lewis that opened our hearts to the Love and Hope Jesus was offering in those dark moments.

"The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but it's donation"


"Hey, this is linzrae on Twitter, also known as Lindsay. This will be the first time that I've shared any of this with fitting that it's to total strangers.

The weekend of Fathers Day we found out we were going to have a baby. We were insanely excited! We both had always dreamed of being parents. We'd had names picked out for years. At 6 weeks, we had an ultrasound and saw our baby's heartbeat. I cannot explain to you how earth shattering that was for us! To see the LIFE that God had blessed us with was just too overwhelming. Our families were beyond stoked.

Last Wednesday (7/28...four days after our 6th wedding anniversary), Mic, myself and my mom went to hear the baby's heartbeat. We expected to hear the "thump thump" of the life inside me, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. There was no explanation, nothing anyone could say. My doctor scheduled me for surgery Friday to "clean everything out". This next part is from Mic's blog (I'm sure your paths may have crossed at some point. He is the original bassist for Zao)....

"I've been fighting with God. A nasty, ugly, down right slobber knocker of a fight. You could say that I've been angry. The past few days have been absolutely gut wrenching for my wife and I. I can't really put into words what it feels like to walk into to a room that was supposed to hold one of the most awesome experiences in life only to be blindsided by despair and sheer agony. Holding my wife as she sobbed uncontrollably and not knowing what to say or do will be something that haunts me for the rest of my time on the earth. It was hell. So God and I have been fighting since Wednesday. And it hasn't been pretty. I yelled. I cried. I punched walls. I questioned. I asked why a million times. And I didn't get an answer. So I got belligerent. I thought if I yelled louder or spoke in more direct terms I would hear something. Anything! Silence...

Yesterday I held my wife and kissed her before we stepped out of the car to walk in to the hospital. She grabbed my hand, looked into my eyes and we said goodbye to our precious raspberry [that was the size of the baby at 8 weeks, 5 days]. As we signed forms and talked to blank faced office staff our despair grew. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't even pray in tongues. My heart was broken. They usher us into a small curtained room where there are more forms and more questions. I held onto Lindsay's knee and tried to comfort her as we answer questions the best we can. Finally we have a moment alone. I ask her if she wants to pray. She looks at me with the same fire that has been in my eyes and I choke up. She squeezes my hand. A tall lady with long brown hair and goofy glasses walks in. It's a resident chaplain. Everything in me wanted to punch her in the face. Then she spoke. I don't remember what she said because instantly something filled the room. I recognized it. It was the peace of God. I fought God and I lost. I still do not have an answer, but I have peace. My wife has peace. Death went screaming from that little curtained room and we knew that life had won. The rest of the day was not easy. My wife is the strongest woman I know. I don't know how she did it today. I can't even begin to understand how she feels. But I see life in her eyes and I know that this is only the beginning."

We spent some time with my family after I was released from the hospital and then we went home. Our house had never felt so empty. That night was the most painful of my life... physically, emotionally, spiritually. It was so hard to try not to think of the day as the funeral of our unborn child. All I could think was "My baby is gone... I'm empty". Then my phone goes off, signaling a new Tweet.

It was from you. "The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but it's donation - C.S.Lewis" Something clicked inside me immediately. I read it to Mic, and everything changed. It didn't matter that the nurses we dealt with acted like our baby had never existed, or that because I was only 8 weeks along, we shouldn't be upset. All that mattered was that that little tiny raspberry sized baby changed US in that amount of time. We will never be the same people we were. In those 8 weeks, we started planning, saving money, learning and making changes we had been putting off because we knew there was a mini-us on the way.

I know it was only a retweet, but if you hadn't posted it, I never would have seen it...and I don't want to think about where we'd be right now had we not read it. We were teetering on a very scary, very dark edge...and now we've walked toward something brighter.

So I guess I just wanted you to know our story, and what part you played in it. We pray for you guys every day, and try to support you any way we can. Thank you for being so dedicated to spreading the Gospel and helping to meet the needs of the hurting. We will never forget it.

Love in Christ,
Lindsay and Mic Cox"


Friday, February 27, 2015

Be Strong and Courageous

The Call to Courage - Crawford Loritts
Joshua 1:1-9

1) Courage rests upon a clear assignment from God (v 1-4).
2) Courage rests upon the assurance of God's presence (v 5, 9).
3) Courage rests upon focused determination (v 6, 7, 9).
4) Courage is anchored by the word of God (v 7-8).
    a) Proclaim the Word ("let it not depart from your mouth").
    b) Meditate upon the Word ("you shall meditate on it day and night").
    c) Do all that is written in it.

 You have to be the destination where you want other people to arrive. 

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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

"Ya, Rab, Yesua!" (Oh Lord Jesus!)

"Ya, Rab, Yesua!" (Oh Lord Jesus!) 

This is what the 21 Egyptian martyrs cried out 3 days ago as they were beheaded by ISIS terrorists.
Let's pray for an ISIS Saul - at whose feet lay the garments of these martyrs - who, on his way to his next religious assignment to cleanse the world of infidels, would be radically confronted by the living Jesus. Confronted, changed and forgiven by the blood of Jesus, and then sent to reach his people.


Tuesday, December 31, 2013


“We can never take God by surprise. We can never anticipate him. He always makes the first move. He is always there ‘in the beginning’. Before we existed, God took action. Before we decided to look for God, God had already been looking for us. The Bible isn’t about people trying to discover God, but about God reaching out to find us.

Many people imagine God sitting comfortably on a distant throne, remote, aloof, uninterested, a God who doesn’t really care for our needs and has to be badgered into taking action on our behalf. Such a view is completely wrong. The Bible reveals a God who, long before it even occurs to men and women to turn to him, while they are still lost in darkness and sunk in sin, takes the initiative, rises from his throne, lays aside his glory, and stoops to seek until he finds them.”

— John Stott
Basic Christianity

Wednesday, October 16, 2013


Missionary vs. Consumer

It’s impossible to be a consumer & a missionary in the same neighborhood. We must choose whom we will serve, ourselves or others. By serving ourselves we reveal our atheistic sinful hearts. By living for others we show the goodness, glory, and great supply of our all sufficient God.

As followers of Jesus we have been freed of the burden of consumerism because we have been given all we need in Christ.

Jesus modeled this perfectly! For he was able to freely serve us, because all he needed on this earth came from his relationship with the Father. [John 4:32]

In turn, as we live surrendered lives in Christ we live devoted lives as servant missionaries in our neighborhoods. For this is what it means to light the world, for they shall see the brightness of our God through our dependence on his abundant supply.

This light is not shown through earthly means like money & status. But heavenly means like selflessness & sacrifice. It’s as they see us choose others over ourselves that they see the hope we have through King Jesus.

I found this on the internet. I do not know who penned it but I like it:

"Jesus said several times, “Come, follow me.” His was a program of “do what I do,” rather than “do what I say.” His innate brilliance would have permitted him to put on a dazzling display, but that would have left his followers far behind. He walked and worked with those he was to serve. His was not a long-distance leadership. He was not afraid of close friendships; he was not afraid that proximity to him would disappoint his followers. The leaven of true leadership cannot lift others unless we are with and serve those to be led."


It doesn’t really matter if your theology falls under Calvinism or Arminianism. If your theology puts man & self at the center it’s postmodern humanism not biblical Christianity.