Orange Salad and Johnny Marzetti


Louise Buff Christie, my son Rhett’s great-grandmother, was a renowned cook. In fact, from the time of her husband’s death in 1948 until her own in 1972, she baked and sold goodies from her home kitchen for hostesses of almost every event in Denmark, South Carolina, to supplement her income. Her delicious cakes, pies, and party desserts were sought after by brides for weddings and receptions, by organizers of bazaars, and by many a sweet-toothed church potluck crowd.

After I became her granddaughter-in-law in 1963, definitely one who did not share the “renowned cook” status, Grannie Christie’s special treat for me was divinity fudge, a box full every Christmas. I loved it (and her lemon meringue pie, too). The only problem was that other family members near to me when I opened my fudge thought it was for them, too! Sharing her cooking was part of the pleasure, I guess.


Today, as I started preparing her recipe for Orange Congealed Salad, affectionately known in our family as Orange Goop, for our Abel House potluck tomorrow night, I felt her presence there beside me. I miss her, but readying for Abel House brought her back for a time.

And then I noticed the changes I and health concerns have made in her recipe. Gone are the old Jello that was mostly sugar and the high-fat mayonnaise. Dream Whip is not even any longer available. Now, the dish is just as scrumptious made with no-sugar Jello, Kraft Lite Mayo, and Kraft Lite Cool Whip. I still used the Philadelphia original cream cheese, I confess. I wonder what Grannie Christie would think about those changes.

Still getting ready, tomorrow, I will prepare the Johnny Marzetti as a second dish for the feast time at Abel House. No family tradition with that! In fact, I have never eaten this dish! Don requested it, saying that he used to go to a home church to which one of his favorite people always brought marzetti or “something like that.” Now, I have read every single Donna Leon book and eaten Italian food every chance I ever had in my lifetime, but I had never ever heard of a dish called marzetti.

A quick Google check turned up recipes for Johnny Mazetti or Marzetti or several other names with the story that the dish was concocted not in Italy but in a restaurant owned by Teresa Marzetti on Broad Street in Columbus, Ohio. The legend is that she named the hamburger-pasta casserole after her brother-in-law, Johnny. In one of those strange twists, Teresa Marzetti ran her restaurant until her death, also in 1972. By then, her Johnny Marzetti dish was well known and popular all over the Midwest—and apparently in Florida, too! The green olives in it that Don especially liked were added by someone in Panama.

As almost everyone who knows me knows: I am no cook! But preparing for the Abel House feast is bringing me great joy. I have reconnected with a woman who welcomed me into her family more than fifty years ago and met another family of great Italian cooks making what has become an American dish, and I have begun the preparation of my heart and mind for the fellowship and learning I will find anew Wednesday evening at Abel House. Just as I shared that divinity fudge and those countless Italian meals with people I love, I will share food, time, and God’s word with my new family. That is joy! And along with looking forward to the fellowship, I look forward to the positive changes I know the gathering at Abel House will make in us all.

Abel House Launched!

A Church in Formation

Abel House is launched! After waiting four weeks (during which we mentioned every time we ran into each other somewhere else that we missed Bible study), on Wednesday evening, May 27, we finally gathered together again as the church at Robert and Lindsay’s home.

Those who had worshiped at house churches in the past must have felt a sense of déjà vu, of real homecoming. Those of us who had not met at house churches in the past still realized the feeling of homecoming because of memories of our own family gatherings.

When I or any one of my six siblings walked into our parents’ home, we did not slow down before we were around the corner, through the dining room, and into the kitchen where Mother was, hands busy with preparation for feeding us stilled long enough to hug us. Guess our path when we entered Abel House—straight through the dining room and into the kitchen!

Several stood there, chatting, hands busy, catching up with Bible study family not seen for a month and completing preparations for the homecoming meal, for our communion time. Others congregated in the dining room and in the family room to cement the community, the sense of a family of families.

After a short program of shared Scripture reading and prayer, we had a feast! Near the end of the evening, a question arose whether or not we would continue to have the communion meal each week. The response in favor of continuing it was near unanimous. And no wonder considering all the delicious food shared!

For this first time together, of the activities Don wrote about last week in “A New Revolution,” we focused on eating and fellowship for about half the time and Scripture and purpose of the study the other half. The fellowship part was easy in the home atmosphere. We met new people and learned more about those with whom we have studied for years more effortlessly than we could have in our former more formal setting. To say we drew closer is to understate the matter!

During the second half of the evening, we focused on Luke 24:13-36. As we began our preparation for studying the prophets, we had Jesus’s own words supporting the importance of the prophesies “concerning Himself in all the Scriptures” (NASB).

Our closing prayer time refocused us on our personal dependence on a relationship with Christ and with each other. I can hardly wait to reconvene next week at the same time, in the same place, with the same people and others to worship God and to study the prophets. We are launched!



Care to join in the conversation? Here are the ways we stay connected throughout the week.


The best and easiest way is through email. Abel House has a email distribution list that you can be a part of by dropping me a note, via email or Twitter. Let me know you want to be on the list, and I will add you to it, pronto!


If texting is your thing, you can join our GroupMe. Click this link: should allow you to join the group and chat with us via Text messaging. You don’t even need a smart phone! However, there is an app for Android, iOS and Windows Phone.

This Website!

Duh! On this site, you will find posts from our members. The authors here are extremely gifted at their craft, and make reading about being a distributed church entertaining and thought-provoking.

34 Souls


What an amazing evening. You could almost feel the energy in the air. There was amazing food. Amazing people. More than that, it was it was an amazing call.

Our call is not to do, rather, it is to be.


When we gather, it is to see ourselves for who we are, the Church. The hands and feet of Jesus. (1 Corinthians 12:12-31) Eating a meal together reminds us that God provides. Here in America, it is possible to waste. We have been given so much we forget that God does in fact provide. His providence is so abundant we take it for granted.


Getting together to have dinner, then sitting down to enjoy that meal, we are reminded that God is the one that assembles us, and then distributes us to the world. For the the world’s benefit, not ours. As He provides for us, he provides us to the world.


A family of families. Our call to be the church crosses affinity and it crosses bloodlines. It is deeper than that. It is an eternal belonging. A place of unconditional love. At the same time, it isn’t safe. It is messy. Belonging to a family has its hardships and difficulties. It is uncomfortable at times.

Being a part of Abel House begs you to follow the Great I AM, loving those around you. And that my friends, is living a sacrificial life. (Romans 12:1-2)

A New Revolution

A Church in Formation

I graduated from a Southern California high school in 1964. During the following seven years, until the summer of 1971, various cultural revolutions shook our society to its roots. A political revolution reigned on many college campuses protesting the Vietnam War and the draft, a sexual revolution made a disastrous imprint on relationships, a psychedelic drug revolution caused many to lose their grip on reality, and the civil rights revolution exploded with urban riots. Also, the countercultural flower power of the hippie lifestyle served as a driving force for this whole period.

My own multifarious experiences while being caught up in these revolutionary activities left me exhausted, morally bankrupt, and searching for answers. I thank God that there was another revolution, one that, for me, eventually led to a totally changed life.

When the June 21, 1971, issue of Time Magazine hit the U.S. newsstands, the nation’s readers learned about this different kind of revolution.1 The cover of the magazine featured a hippiefied portrait in glowing colors of Jesus Christ. This startling illustration highlighted the issue’s lead story: “The Jesus Revolution” — a revolution that began in San Francisco and Los Angeles and was then influencing lives across the country.


In this cover story, Time reporters wrote of Jesus People on Hollywood Boulevard “witnessing for Christ with breathless exhortations”; of Christian coffeehouses opening in many cities; of strip joints being converted into Christian nightclubs; and of communal Christian houses popping up around the country. The magazine displayed color photos of mass baptisms along the California coast, hippies in hands-raised Pentecostal bliss, and a circle of praying athletes in the middle of a high school football field.

These same reporters seemed taken aback as they wrote about the movement’s young people having a “total belief in an awesome, supernatural Jesus Christ, not just a marvelous man who lived 2000 years ago but a living God who is both Savior and Judge…their lives revolving around the necessity for an intensely personal relationship with that same Jesus….”

At that same time, I found what was, for me, living proof that “Jesus Christ, is the same yesterday, today, and forever” (Hebrews 13:8) when I stumbled into a meeting of Pentecostal believers at the Church on the Way in Van Nuys, California. There, in the winter of 1973, I whispered to Jesus to take control of my life. Later that year, I visited friends in Central Florida who begged me to escape California and come to start a new life with them in friendly, calmer (and hotter!) Central Florida.

At their urging, I moved from California to Orlando in 1974 and found a city seemingly vibrant with Christian activity. I felt the city experiencing its own Jesus Revolution as the downtown area was home to several Christian coffeehouses and two family-owned Christian bookstores, Logue’s Bible Bookstore and Long’s Christian Books, places vying for the opportunity to sell Bibles, tracts (remember the Four Spiritual Laws?), and the latest popular Christian books (remember The Late, Great Planet Earth by Hal Lindsay?), while simply welcoming believers to hang out.

The Orlando area had always been home to active churches and their institutionalized ministries supplemented by popular parachurch organizations such as InterVarsity Christian Fellowship, the Navigators, Youth for Christ, Teen Challenge, and Campus Crusade for Christ. These organizations added conferences, workshops, publications, concerts, evangelistic tools, and programs (remember Campus Crusade for Christ’s “I Found It!” campaign?) that kept the area stirring with Christ-centered activities.

In that atmosphere, before I arrived in Orlando, four or five couples had felt they were not being spiritually fed by their large, institutionalized churches. Starving for genuine fellowship and a type of expository Bible teaching that had been introduced to them by Campus Crusade for Christ, these couples had accepted an invitation from Howard Powell, a local professional photographer, to attend a Sunday night Bible study in his red barn in Chuluota’s ranch country east of Orlando.

There, in the midst of a pasture of gentle Brahman bulls, the people in this study expressed a mutual longing to know Jesus Christ more personally and a desire to be filled with, walk in, and live by the power of the Holy Spirit each day. This group also shared a concern for the needs of others, especially in bringing the lost to a saving faith in Jesus.

The group began to consider starting a non-denominational, Bible-teaching church that would be open to anyone willing to attend. As this was during the Jesus People era of long hair and informal dress (What? No shoes in church?), it was the group’s desire to begin a church that would feel welcoming and comfortable for all, a church like none other in the Orlando area.

When it came time to choose a name, a member suggested “Circle” because of the church’s all-encompassing New Testament emphasis and the habit of often meeting informally, grouped in circles in barns, converted garages, and members’ homes. In those early years, while Circle Community Church was forming in Orlando, several members of the originating group became interested in starting a similar non-denominational church closer to where they lived in Seminole County north of Orlando. This group appropriately named itself “Northland” and bought the old rat-infested Skate City roller rink on Dog Track Road in Longwood in 1972 as a permanent meeting place.

Back in Orlando, I became an enthusiastic member of Circle Community Church where, being unconditionally loved and accepted by the body of believers, I began to grow in Christ and learn about the riches of His eternal salvation. Circle’s main emphasis was teaching believers how to walk by faith in the Holy Spirit day-by-day and minute-by-minute. The women of Circle were particularly aggressive in taking this teaching to other women’s groups in churches throughout Central Florida.

Detailed histories of Circle Community Church and Northland2, A Church Distributed, are available on their respective websites. Here I would like to recall some experiences of meeting in homes back in those early days, which I call the Orlando Jesus Revolution of the early 1970s.

Early Home Church Experiences

Getting started with food. Food was important as an early icebreaker, especially for people new to the group. People with food hung out in kitchens, dining rooms, living rooms, and outside patios getting to know each other. If some didn’t want to talk, they could just sit, eat, and listen.

Cleaning up, setting up (and tearing down). Everyone eventually learned how everyone else’s house worked and how to take a kind of ownership of the place. By participating, I learned to follow the lead of more mature believers in actively looking for jobs to do and then doing them—and then getting the teenagers and younger kids involved, of course!

Guitars and copied song lyrics. A guitar always leaned in the corner of the living room, and usually, someone there knew how to strum it on some level. A stack of worn-out stapled copies of hymns and popular choruses (Gaither music!) was a necessity. It was there that I learned to “sing” by moving my mouth in sync with the guy sitting next to me who could really sing.

Extra Bibles of various translations. Back then, having different translations was new. Discovering Tyndale’s The Living Bible was enlightening as were the Amplified Bible and the JB Phillips New Testament. Used Bibles and books were available on loan or give-away to visitors and new believers.

Personal testimonies and transparency. I loved hearing personal testimonies of God’s working in others’ lives for salvation, answers to prayer, and dealing with personal struggles. That was where a sensitive, mature leader was necessary to set time limits and gently guide those who were sharing sometimes personal subject matter.

Special guests. We were frequently blessed by guests from various ministries and missionary organizations who shared with us God’s working in the community and around the world. We “adopted” a Campus Crusade for Christ staffer from Finland, Kahlevi Lehtinen. He and his family blessed us time and time again with testimonies and biblical insights.

Helping others. Getting a handle on the special needs of the community at large and the local body of Christ was an important part of the ministry. Then we had opportunities to participate together in being a part of God’s outreach to others.

Something not done: communion. We never administered communion, the Lord’s Supper, in our home settings, maybe because the leadership viewed that as an official function of the church involving a more institutionalized setting. I would love, however, to do this more often in the informal setting of a house church.

These are some of the experiences I had in house churches over 40 years ago. Now, in 2015, we attenders of Wednesday night Bible study at Northland are challenged to be part of another revolution inspired by our leader Robert Johnson and his wonderful, eclectic family. We will be forming ourselves—or we will be allowing God to form us—into a new house church, an extension of Northland: Abel House.

Our experiences will likely be different, but I’m excited. I feel that God is bringing us back to the roots of the early church, back to barns, raggedy sheets of praise music, and heartfelt testimonies. Folks, I’m more than ready for another revolution, and I think Jesus is, too.

  1. Information about the June 21, 1973, edition of Time magazine (quotes from pages 52-54) originated in the book God’s Forever Family: The Jesus People Movement in America by Larry Eskridge (Oxford University Press 2013). 
  2. See and sites for further historical background on Circle Community Church and Northland, A Church Distributed. 

Being in a Family of Families

A Church in Formation

I mull ideas because I am often confused. I need to spend time with them before I move either toward or away from them. When invited by Pastor Joel Hunter and Bible study leader Robert Johnson to join a family of families, my first question was Why? Why would I want to join more family? To discover the why, I had to mull other questions and what I know of families.

What is a family? The word family is from an old noun from the 1400s or so with its origin in Latin: Familia meant “servants in a household,” probably not the way anyone thinks of family today. That original meaning, though, fits well with the way it is used at Northland as we think of ourselves as servants to each other and to the Lord.

The Latin use of familia rarely had to do with the idea of parents and their children. The expansion of the word to include a head-of-household and everyone in the household, sometimes even temporary lodgers, too, came about a century later. Again, I can see the application to our church body with God as the Head and His Word as the governing document.

Not until another century had passed, however, did the word family come to mean parents and their children even if they did not dwell in a household together. Once that milestone was reached, the idea of family expanded again to include all the descendants of one progenitor, thus aunts, uncles, cousins, and any blood relation became part of a family. That idea may not quite fit with our idea of God as Creator Father rather than progenitor or biological father. But, as explained by Dr. Dan Lacich in The Provocative God: Radical Things God Has Said and Done, being made in God’s image means:

We are the most tangible expression of God that most people will ever see.

Making us (to my thinking) what others will see and think of God, just as we reflect our blood parents and family to the world.

Thus, by the mid-1600s, family had taken much of the meaning it has today. When I work on genealogy, I am astonished by the size of my biological family. I have found and confirmed almost 8,000 DNA/blood-related family members, and I have hardly begun to discover All My Parents (the name for my genealogical research). Why, then, do I need more family? As a child of God, how much vaster can my family become?

The Why would I want to join more family? question becomes even more relevant when I look at what I know of families. While waiting in line outside 4Rivers recently, Don and I were passed by a couple who looked to be in their prosperous 60s. They were meeting someone ahead in the line. They went to the inside queue only to return seconds later, clearly disappointed, to join us in the long line after discovering that the people they were meeting had already ordered and were near to cashing out.

We soon learned that the couple were grandparents visiting here for a grandson’s high school graduation. They had attended the ceremony at UCF and then wended their way through the usual noon Central Florida traffic all the way to 4Rivers in Winter Park, apparently falling a bit behind their family who knew the way well. I felt my brow furrow.

When I asked what the grandson plans to do next year, Grandmother replied that he will attend a small college up north. When I, an interested retired educator, inquired further at his going so far to such a small school, she said his brother was already there, and “I am the mother-in-law and have no say.” She did not need to say anything more for me to know immediately that the grandson is the son of her son. I, too, am the mother of sons. Enough said for Don and me to realize the family dynamics. More brow furrowing.

At least fifteen minutes later, the couple joined their son’s family who had almost finished eating the graduation celebration meal without them. I saw them all leave shortly, grandparents with carry-out bags in hand. Then, as now, I mulled the situation and asked, Why did the family not be sure to lead the grandparents out of the UCF chaos to the restaurant or even ride with them? Why did the family not wait to get in line until the grandparents were there?

Why did the grandparents bother to come to Central Florida to join that family at all?

The only logical answer to that last question is Family Love. I know how I feel about the rascals (what I call our three Winter-Springs-based grandchildren) even as I have experienced moments when they were (shocking to hear, I am sure) rude or unfeeling or unthinking. I know how I feel about their parents and our other children who also have been, at times, ill-mannered, impolite, discourteous, even dishonorable. Yes, I admit that also in our much-loved extended family, we have had disputes, dissension, discord, perhaps, to tell the truth, most often when something was going on that involved great expectations for agreement, accord, harmony, peace, something like a graduation ceremony. But I know how I feel about them all.

Why do I continue to want life only as it exists with my family when I experience that discord? Why do I continue to count on them when they have failed me in some way? Why do they continue to be with me after ill-mannered times? Why do they continue to count on me when I have failed them in some way? The answer is that family smooth those rough times with a balm of love and care.

Burt's Wax

Then, the explanation for love’s balm lies in our being made in the image of God. As Pastor Joel has pointed out from the Scriptures, God’s attributes include love and forgiveness. We count on Him to grant us grace, love, forgiveness when we have failed Him. In our families, whether biological or servant, as Christians we who were made in His image must follow the ways of the Father. To be like God means rejoicing in joining with others of God’s family in love, fellowship, support, encouragement, help, validation, and reminders of grace, forgiveness, and salvation through Jesus Christ. That’s why I want to accept the invitation to be in the Abel House family.

The “Y-E-S” Life


Article previously posted on Woman of Presence and SpiritFuel. It is republished here with permission.

I am intentionally altering my approach in this article by providing links to Scripture passages in one of the online Bible reference tools. This causes you to participate in the study of Truth, and allows you the opportunity to consider a variety of translations. My selected default is the Amplified Bible. You can vary this by utilizing the drop-down menu in the “Search” section.

The Church needs advancement from drive-thru-window, grab-and-go followers anticipating every nugget prepared by someone else, to those who develop and hone their own culinary skills; who get in the kitchen where the morsels are waiting to be marinated and seasoned. I would be doing a disservice to His Body and enabling mediocre Christianity if all I did was create an appetite for my cuisine. My goal is not to teach you, but to lead you to the Teacher by engaging you in the practice of following Him. So, I am inviting you to put on your apron and join me in the preparation of the meal.


When you hear that word, what does it incite in you? What mental images scurry to the forefront of your mind? In what situation(s) would your assessment compel you to raise and wave that “I give up,” white flag? Think about it for a moment; do not race past the opportunity to consider what it means to you.

Consider what God’s prophet, Isaiah, says about surrender. What are the results of surrender that are highlighted in these verses? I found five. What do you see?

I will share what I found, but do not be limited by my findings.

  1. Peace with God.
  2. Acceptance of the blessing.
  3. Revival of your soul.
  4. An everlasting covenant with God.
  5. God’s sure mercy.

How do those consequences compare to the white-flag scenarios you envisioned?

Let’s turn to the prophet Jeremiah. We discover in this passage the specific type of surrender that is acclaimed by God; it is both heartfelt and timely. Heartfelt surrender will always be timely in its response to God. It is the difference between feeling remorse and making restitution because you have been caught doing something wrong vs. experiencing that conscientious remorse that causes you to repent when that wrong has not been exposed. Or better yet, being obedient from the outset.

A perfect illustration of this is in Deuteronomy. Out of fear, the Israelites refused to adhere to the command of the Lord to go into the land He had given them. They are admonished with consequences. They immediately recant and determine that they will obey the next day in hopes of avoiding the consequences. But their “tomorrow” obedience was too late; the obedience had been for “that” day. They are warned that this “next day” disobedience would heap upon them a new serving of consequences; and it offered up defeat at their attempted takeover. The Lord had to do other things with them for forty years to compensate for their disobedience to get them back to the place of being able to go into the land. Their surrender was not heartfelt or timely.

Beware believing obedience became obsolete with the accomplishment of the Law and fulfillment of the old covenant through Jesus.

Consider these new covenant passages. It doesn’t get much clearer than Luke 14:33, does it? There are a few points we can highlight in the other passages. Acts tells us that we “learn” to believe from the power of the presence of the Lord, and in believing we turn (repent) and surrender. In Paul’s address to believers in Rome, we see it is precisely through faith-filled surrender, exhibited through obedience, that we grant God the opportunity to prove His faithfulness. This in turn cultivates and builds our faith. Continual surrender builds faith perpetually.Faith has always been the God-pleaser; it is what captivates Him. Read these Scripture passages and notice that emphasis.

Do you need to update your thoughts about surrender? What has changed?

What Is The Motive?

What is your motive for surrendering? What drives your posture before God? The thoughts and intentions of the heart are what God considers in all that we do. Our actions will be judged in light of the motives that spurred them. Don’t believe me? Read what Revelation says. So, why surrender? Fear is always a powerful motivator. Is it fear of punishment that causes your knees to buckle and bow? Reward is another inducement. Does the promise of His good gifts incentivize your obedience? Both of those are definitely behavioral drivers. God knows what persuades us, and He will utilize those mechanisms to engage us based on the level He finds us—for our benefit and because of His love.

But what is the highest motivator? What is the primary thing that can compel us beyond fear, reward, or even reason? It also happens to be the purest. Love. When driven to surrender out of sheer love for God’s character, change in our very nature occurs. It is the love of His nature, and desire to relate with that nature, that draws us to purely-motivated obedience. This obedience remains focused on Him; not to avoid punishment or gain reward, which are both self-focused. Filtering His instructions through His character, we grasp His thoughts and ways as we commune with Him in this daily seek-obey-learn dance. Our nature takes on His nature in increasing measures as our gaze remains on His holiness and love toward us.

Takers vs. Partakers

There is a subtle, but powerful, difference between taking and partaking. To take something means you accept what someone has offered. We especially delight in taking what is beneficial to us. If something not offered is taken, that is actually transgressing, as in theft or rape.Partaking, however, is to be involved in the activity; to receive a share of, or to have some of the qualities or attributes of something. Thus, God’s holy measure of judgment is that we receive, in like manner, what we are also willing to give; forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Notice the word and principle of “partaking” in these Scripture passages. How does that fit with your current understanding of what it means to be a believer? Do you comprehend that believing is intended to include active obedience?

But what is the point of this obedience? Let’s be honest, we do not like adhering to someone else’s protocol for living. That goes against our perspectives on freedom. Well, obedience is faith on display, but it is more than that. It is the mechanism by which we take on the image and likeness of Christ. I have shared before how the Lord frequently utilizes an acronym to teach me. After six years of living this daily seek-obey-learn “YES” life, He recently gave me the following as an expression of Y-E-S: “Yeshua Exchanges Substance”. It is about the exchange of our human nature for His nature. We do not just take salvation. We partake of His life through surrender to Him as Lord. We are obedient to Him as He was obedient to the Father.

Listen to this song:

What do the lyrics stir in you?

The Balancing Act

Obedience to God requires equal parts vulnerability and discipline. That sounds like an oil-water mixture, so how does it work?

What does the idea of being vulnerable invoke in you? Discomfort? Terror? Either of those, or anything in between would be reasonable. Vulnerability means loss of control, and that is risky. Surrender and control are in opposition. A free-fall into Truth is the safest place to fall, but it still feels like a free-fall.

What does this loss of control look like?

  1. Complete, honest, bare nakedness before God. No deception or guile. Pure and raw transparency.
  2. Seeking guidance by the Holy Spirit. Prompt following when instructions are revealed, confirmed and understood (even when they do not seem logical to our reasoning).
  3. Relinquishing expectations of any outcome to your obedience. (More on this below.)

Where does discipline enter the equation (Disciples are disciplined ones)? Because of individual psychoemotional filters that have been constructed by our experiences and worldly upbringing, it is critical that we subject everything we sense we are receiving from the Holy Spirit to the litmus test of Truth. We must become disciplined in the study of God’s Word. Without this discipline, it is easy to be misled by our own pet preferences and imaginations. If it does not align with Scripture, it cannot be the Holy Spirit. As we grow in the balance of these disciplines, we perceive the voice of the Lord with increased clarity.

What to Expect

Reward. Because God is a rewarder. What does “reward” look like to you? Does it conjure thoughts of honor, recognition, wealth, fame, power? What would be an adequate reward for your obedience? What is the template you use, the world’s or God’s? It is imperative to have the right interpretation of what God considers meaningful in terms of reward. With the wrong expectation, we misunderstand the outcome(s) of our obedience. With the proper filter, we see our experiences in the correct light.

So, what do we risk opening ourselves up to by being obedient? The bottom-line answer is hurt and pain. But why is that the experience? We may be misunderstood, mocked, betrayed. People will doubt if we really hear the Lord or if we have heard accurately. We may lose relationships and/or reputation. The reality is, unless we are willing to lose relationships and/or reputation, we won’t surrender.

But the most common source of pain is the free will of others. This is why we cannot expect any specific result from our obedience, especially in terms of relationships. We can be perfectly obedient, and assume that obedience will mean a certain relational outcome—marriage, restoration, reconciliation, greater intimacy. However, God honors free will and we may get a heavy dose of what that really means through our own experience. The end result is not a measure of whether or not we have heard the Lord. We can perceive and cooperate with God, and the other person may not.

Does any of that sound like Jesus’ life? You see, these experiences are the incubator in which our intimacy with Him grows. Without them, we cannot understand His experience or His responses.

You will learn to hang in the balance of fear and not retreat or attack. You will learn to sit in pain and not judge the pain, God, yourself, the circumstance, or any other individuals in the circumstance. In all things you will wait in stillness until understanding comes. He reveals what is of Him (His ways, thoughts); what is of you (your pet preferences, patterns, psychoemotional filters that need to be realigned); and sometimes what is in others (their free will choices, their pet preferences, patterns, psychoemotional filters). However, figuring others out is not the focus. We commune with Him, learn about ourselves, and conform to His likeness.

So, back to reward as a motivator—He is our exceeding great reward. What greater reward is there than to become like Christ. God considers that the highest reward and His ultimate goal. Yeshua-Exchanges-Substance.

Gathering Times and Places


Abel House is a distributed church. Our name has its roots in Abel’s offering to the LORD. The LORD took pleasure in it. (Gen 4:3-5) Our desire is to live a life that is a worthy sacrifice to God as Romans 12:1-2 tells us; that He might hold us in regard.

The Details

When not playing games together, we typically get together on Wednesday nights from 6:30pm to 9pm. While we do rotate houses we meet in, we will mostly meet at Rob’s House. You can find us here:

Dinner is at 7pm. Study time starts around 8pm. Bring your Bible. If you don’t have one, that is okay. We will get you one. We are reading through the all of the Prophets, seeing Jesus in them. (Luke 24:13-35, Acts 10:43)

Tweet me to let me know you are coming. Would love to see you.

Our First Gathering


May 27th! 7PM, if you are bringing food please come at 6:30pm to prep; that would be great so we can eat at 7.

We will say a few words regarding communion each week, then we will eat for about 45 minutes to an hour. Then we will gather in the living room and start our lesson time.

Hopefully we will wrap up around 9PM. There isn’t really a time I will kick you out, but that is when I will put my kids to bed. (I have had people stay as late as 3AM!)

Also, Please RSVP (tweet me) so that we know how much food to serve. You can see who has RSVP’d and what food is being provided here:

Already, lasagna and enchiladas are slated to be served.

While you are here, have a look around. Sue and Trish have posted some excellent articles here. Lindsay has some things she is also working on for it as well. As time progresses it will be a great place for reflection and information.

So, who is coming, and what are you bringing?

I cannot tell you how excited I am!

Don’t Do. Be.


I remember 2011. With crystal clarity that comes from a rearview-mirror perspective, the Lord spoke in distinct ways to prepare me for the life He had prepared for me. I didn’t know what it would look like, but He was laying the groundwork through three key encounters.

The first was during a conversation I was having with a friend. As I was sharing the recent post-classroom lab experience the Lord had organized for my practice, I heard Him speaking in my other ear, “In the beginning was the Word. The Word was with God and the Word was God. I sent My Word in the flesh, so that now I can turn your flesh into the Word.”

The second was a dream I had the first night of a three-day conference at a large, multi-campus church. In the dream, I am pulling into the church parking lot, but much of it is being resurfaced and potholes are being repaired. I heard the Lord sigh and then ask, “When will My people get out of the parking lot?”

The third was just a simple expression of His desire for me; “I want to be able to turn you on a dime.”

The beginning of 2012 marked the transition for me from doing church to being Church. We get a 24/7/365 life of following the Master, becoming His goodness on display by His Spirit. We get to move from fans to followers, believers to disciples, consumers to feeders, becoming the Word in our flesh as we walk with Him and one another. WooHoo!