I Love My Wife. I Love My Son. I love My God.

I have not written in awhile because I am now a DAD! It is so amazing and all the cliches they say are true. Words cannot describe the emotion of seeing your wife give birth. Especially for how big our son is... and how small my wife is.

Women are truly the stronger sex.

I have so much love and admiration for my wife and how she already is such a great Mom and goes thru so much for our son Keane.

Just to give you an idea...

She was not allow to eat anything for close to 24 hours so they can induce labor properly.

Two epidurals, because the first one didn't take. (I was praying AND the nurse was praying, and that was even a miracle that she had it because of her low blood platelets )

During delivery they had to suction Keane out while giving her an episiotomy.

And to top it all off on our first night with our son they had to take him to the NICU.

The doctors had to give him a spinal tap because his vitals where not reading well and he could have developed meningitis if not treated properly.

It was a crazy couple of days.

It was crazy to see your newborn hooked up with wires and IVs.

Through it all this miracle of child birth has brought us closer together as a family and closer together to God.

Don't get me wrong, Harrisburg Hospital is an amazing place.

This facility is up there with Pittsburgh Hospital for the most births in the state.

Harrisburg's Hospital averages about 400 births a month, thats right a month!

That equals to about 4800 births a Year. (yes a I used a calculator for that number)

What brings me the most comfort each night while our son is still in the NICU is knowing that Holy Spirit is staying true to his name... "THE COMFORTER"

I'd rather be going thru this with God's presence and power guiding us thru, than everything being perfect and having no sense of peace from the PRINCE OF PEACE.

The amazing thing that I didn't not expect from this week (amongst my son being a huge little dude at 8 1/2 lbs 21 1/2 inches long) is the prayer and support of friends and family via Facebook and Twitter.

It was so encouraging to see my cell phone blown up with updates from people praying for us and giving tweets and comments to lift our spirits and feel the power of prayer in action.

This is what the body of Christ is all about!

I am a man who is humbled.

I am man who is blessed.

I am man who knows God... is Powerful God.

I look forward to taking Keane home from the NICU on Saturday, and I look forward to see how God is going to move thru our son's life, because if God is moving this much already I cannot wait to see how God is going to move in his life in the future.

Tim Tebow & Another Miracle Baby

The 2009 NFL season came to a close with the New Orleans Saints lifting the Lombardi Trophy. Sad that it was not my Eagles winning this year, but I am happy for The Saints and the people of New Orleans; well deserved.

The Game was great.

The Commercials were funny and clever...oh yeah...speaking of commercials:

There has been much hubbub (yeah its actually a word) about the Tim Tebow Pro-Life spot sponsored by Focus On The Family.

I have to admit I was very curious, and was feeling a mix of emotions.

Christians at times have good intentions but do a poor job of making those intentions palatable to the masses in practice.

After watching the Tebow Spot, I dug it.

It was well done.

It wasn't preachy.

It didn't try fight Roe vs. Wade.

It let the truth speak for itself.

The most touching aspect of the commercial was seeing Tim and his Mom interact and hearing that he was a miracle baby.

That phrase, "miracle baby" always brings a tear to my eye, because that's what my Mom calls me and my brother (aside from the fact that his Mom and my Mom are eerily similar).

My mother was not able to have children.

She took numerous forms of medication.

She was injected by a crazy amount of needles.

She spent countless hours in doctor visits searching for a cure.

The cure however was found in prayer thru the power of Jesus Christ.

I remember my Mom telling us that the doctor wanted to do one more procedure, but my Dad suggested to have one more time to pray, (not to mention that they already had been praying and trying for years) to see what would happen.

Well... my brother is what happened.

Years later my parents learned again they were not able to have children.

They were ready to give up, then my Mom decided to go to a prayer service in Philly held by a pretty prominent evangelist at the time and hope that maybe God would heal her.

She recalls being frustrated because that night nothing happened.

No warm fuzzes.
No word of encouragement.
No miracle.

Just tears.

Sometime after my Mom cried a different set of tears as she learned that she would be having another child despite the doctors disbelief.

Miracle baby number two...me.

Tim Tebow's story is my story.

Tim Tebow's story is our story.

I am so encouraged to see a positive family who are Christian's make a stand and do it with grace.

As a soon to be Father, I don't care what the laws are.
Jesus never fought to change the laws of the day.
He let the truth speak for itself.

I will let TRUTH speak for itself.

I will let LIFE speak for itself.

Appearances Aren't Everything But They Are Something

I have noticed a strange phenomenon this week in regards to appearances.

I recently got two cases for my Mac and Palm Pre, and a number of people have commented on my "new" Mac or my "new" phone. Same Mac...same phone...different case.

That inspired me to blog, and make changes to my blog, and blog about well...what else...appearances...

We say don't judge a book by it's cover, but we do.

Companies know this and so they invest millions on getting you to by that book, DVD, Game, what-have-you.

Going back to The Beatles, because everything kinda goes back to The Beatles. Their two greatest albums are known for two great pieces of cover art. The styles are completely different and both completely compelling.

Sgt. Pepper for example, one look at that album and you can't take your eyes off of it, trying to figure out who made into the Lonely Hearts Club Band. It revolutionized the idea of the album and launched the Concept Album.

On the other end of the specturm you have The Beatles, "White Album" acclaimed for it well..being...white.

To go from something so ornate in "Pepper" to something so sublime in the "White Album" is brilliant.

We care about how things look.

Our clothes.
Our cars.
Our computers.

It all sends a message, after all...

"The medium is the message." said by the "father" of the technical age, Marshall McLulan.

In the midst of how our minds are tickled by two sides of the pretty spectrum, may we not forget to look on the inside as well.

Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart 1 Sam 16:7

Interesting how that verse in context is about David succeeding Saul as king.

The Beatles had two great and visually appealing albums in "Pepper" and the "White Album," however, after all is said and done and 30 years later, it's not about the cover...

It's about the music.

It's about the heart.