| The parable of the rich young man was in the back of my mind when two events occurred that became an epiphany for me, changing the direction of my life. One of my sons was diagnosed with ADHD. His well-meaning, although perhaps misguided, teachers labeled him as “poor college material.” They pigeon-holed him into taking lower-level classes and suggested he not apply for college since he wouldn’t succeed in the collegiate world. During a counseling session, my son’s high school counselor delivered the final blow to my son’s dream of heading off to college. My face burned with anger as the counselor shared her recommendations. Discrimination! was all I could think. My son is being discriminated due to his special needs. After leaving the counseling session, I went to one of my restaurants to check in with my crew. There, a customer refused to be served lunch from a minority crew member. For the second time that day, the word Discrimination! blasted my blood pressure sky high and shook my world. In that moment, the rich man’s story from the Gospel of Mark became my story. I knew I had to leave my safe, materialistic world behind and follow Christ. My wife and I sold our seven-bedroom home and moved to a twelve-hundred square foot home. We gave up most of our possessions and financial resources and committed ourselves to living a minimalist lifestyle. I sold my Burger King Restaurants and started a high school charter school, where we successfully sent 95% of a diverse population to college. I became one of the original funding sources for the Institute for Healing Racism, a twenty-first century learning experience that gives participants tools to enhance their capacity to engage in constructive conversation about racial equity, race, and racism. After serving on several non-profit boards and working as a coach and consultant to empower others to achieve their maximum potential, I was humbled to be hired as the executive director of Guiding Light Mission. Guiding Light is a donor-funded Christian non-profit dedicated to helping individuals recover from addiction and the associated chaos of a life consumed by substance abuse. Formerly a burger king, I became one of the guiding lights for twelve and half years, helping countless men overcome their addictions. My relationship with God also shifted. God is no longer a Divine Being “out there” somewhere in the galaxies. He’s now an intimate friend who loves and guides me each day. I’ve come to realize that God is always present—the trick is to listen and discern where and how the Spirit is leading and guiding us. To continue my spiritual journey, I have had to eliminate the noise in my life, replacing it with what I call “discernment time.” My best discernment time is from midnight to two a.m. During those early morning hours, a loving God and I come face-to-face. I experience divine comfort, insights, and sometimes overwhelming joy. I walk eight-to-ten miles each day. During my walks, I listen for God’s voice and review the conversations I’ve had with others to figure out how I can serve them. I also focus on the people and things for which I’m grateful. The epiphanies in my life (although I wouldn’t have called them such at that time) have formed and shaped me with the hands of God. They helped me evolve from a burger king to a guiding light. I’m not sure how much longer I might live and what roads the good Lord might lead me down, but I know God is real because he has opened my heart and touched my life with amazing grace and love. Here’s to epiphanies. May you name and claim yours! Your friend in Christ, Steve |
I have spent many hours trying too hard. I have followed the words of others, seeking to emulate them by moving prayer from my head to my heart. All the while keeping God in his heavenly seat. The result: frustration and persistent failure.
I envied those on my Zoom screen who simply converse with God. I attributed this intimacy to their involvement in chaplaincy or Ministry. God as friend. There, I have put my longing into words.
My mom was not a regular church goer. Perhaps the Catholic Church would not consider her a “practicing Catholic”. However, my mom practiced God. She chatted with God, at times loud enough for the rest of us to hear. Clearly, God moved her through the day. Her chatter is memorable in its simplicity. Just talking to God.
For me, getting to know God as a friend, a companion, has made all the difference. We are inseparable. God does not always speak to me, but he always listens. In quiet moments, I enjoy watching him pray. And I have learned to pray for him.
I carry the image of the two of us locked inside my heart.
Rosanne, I love the intimacy you and your Friend have and InJoy. What a gift you and Your Friend are. Thanks for sharing your story. ❤️?????