Silent Night – a Father’s lullaby

This song has always baffled me. I have always felt the writer of this song clearly lacked two pivotal experiential points of reference prior to writing this candle lit hymn: being in a barn full of animals and attending a birth. In my experience, I haven’t come close to using “silent” as a. This song must then simple be fictional idealization of a birth to further portray Jesus’ life as “sunshine & roses” even from the moment he entered this world. There had to be chaos, noise, stink, panic, worry, and poop. Lots of poop! Honestly people, there were barn animals and a newborn, poop would haven a central decor piece. To believe it was actually a “silent night” is either outright naive or a staunch defense of adding poop to the nativity scene on your mantel.

What if, though, this isn’t a historical retelling of Jesus’ birth? What if this is lullaby? What if? We know Joseph, Jesus’ earthly father, didn’t write this song, but if we listen closely, it sure does sound like the words of a proud papa. Let’s look at a few phrases from this divine love song.

Round yon virgin, mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace.” The moment Joseph would have seen Mary getting her first chance at sleep with his son in her arms, yes…there must have been a deep sense of heavenly peace!

Shepherds quake at the sight…” Joseph would remember that raggedy gang of misfits and outcasts approach the stable, full of mixed emotion…mostly fear! He remembers what they had told him about their encounter with more angels than any human had seen prior and now were in the presence of Israel’s Messiah and a baby to boot! That’s enough to rattle even the bravest and most callous night dwellers.

Silent night, all is calm, all is bright…” In a literal sense, was the night of Jesus’ birth silent, calm, and bright, surely not. I imagine though, Joseph, in his core, needed to believe that in the midst of so much unmet expectation, there was something beautiful taking place. There are times when we must harken our deepest trust in God’s plan, look into the heart of chaos, and with a brave holy imagination, use words to create room for a present reality that seemingly doesn’t fit in the moment we find ourselves. There was a season where on of my daughters would awake in the middle of the night crying almost every night for a couple months. I did not whisper in her ear, “This is terrifying, dark, and hopeless. I am fearful with you and am uncertain there will be resolution.” Rather I take a deep breath and began dreaming a new dream aloud, “Sweet girl, all is good. Jesus is here and stronger than your fear. There is great light in this room and angels abound. Shhh, all is well. I love you and there is not place I would rather be than here, with you.” I needed these words as much or more than my sweet girl did, I needed to see a brighter, holier, and more silent night than the one I was experiencing.

Jesus, Lord at they birth…Christ, the Savior is born” Joseph, the step-father of a boy whose identity would be question for the entirety of his life, refrains who he knows his son to be. There is power in a father speaking specific words of identity over his children.

To all the fathers who may be reading this, Christmas is a crazy season full of insane expectations to live up to and manage. Bank accounts, family members, vacations, traditions, Christmas lists, Christmas parties, and end of the year charity write-offs bring us to a place where we are strangely akin to the feeling of raising a family in a chaotic barn. Fathers, let’s take moments to sing songs, tell stories, and imagine adventure with our children and wives that create space for the realities of God. In this season, may we speak words that strengthen our children’s identity and have our attitudes and actions be marked by gentleness. I’m grateful for this song and reminder this Christmas season.

“Will You Dance With Me?”

ImageOver the last year and a half, give or take, our oldest daughter has LOVED playing with, reading, dressing up as, or reenacting anything that is remotely closely tied to princesses. This is a new thing for me. I grew up in a home with two boys, no sisters, and no real close girl cousins. The onslaught of pink was one thing, but princesses are an entirely different thing all together. No the princess obsession has provided for some heart melting moments in the reenacting (“Good night my prince!”) and for some Gospel/justice interpretations in the story times. (“Just like Cinderella, there are so many girls who are not allowed to leave homes because of mean people. Can we pray for those girls?”) Yet, a few days ago I realized a great draw back to this love of princesses.

Brylie was insisting that Christina dance with her, a normal thing, but there was something new twist in her logic for us to dance with her. She said,

 “Dance with me! Dance with me! I’m wearing a pretty dress! Come dance with me!”

This made me sad because I realized soon after that one of the songs in her newest princess book sings these exact words. I don’t want her believing that Christina or I, and particularly any boy, need any other reason to dance with her other than her simply being Brylie.

It’s fun seeing little girls get dressed up and pretend to be princesses and royalty. I think one of the reasons why it’s so intoxicating for us as adults to drink in the joy girls exude while they are lost in the “princess wonderland” is that for those moments they actually believe they are all the things princesses represent. Royalty, beauty, lovable, valued.

As adults we’ve long been callused to the belief that we are beautiful, worthy. Long ago we gave up on the idea that we could ever be considered royalty. So we live vicariously through these girls’ joy-filled props that set are often setting stage for much of the same disillusion we fell victim to when we realized the humanity behind the princess stories. Humanity that shows us that Cinderella found her beauty after a dramatic makeover, Ariel fought for plastic surgery reconstruction to save her from her perceived flaws, and Belle, the most educated of all princesses, traded her books for ball gowns.

Here’s the thing. Before my daughters were born, and ever since, they were and will be royalty. They are daughters of not just “a” king but THE KING. Their King and Father is the God has reigned for all generations has sealed the truth of their beauty, strength, worth, and value in them before they were born and reveals these realities in fuller ways with each passing day. For this reason, I will work hard to raise my daughters to confidently believe that when they say, “Will you dance with me?” there are no other qualifications needed with that request.

I’m sorry, I forgot you love me

It’s not an uncommon scene. Tantrums, fits, yelling, crying, hiding under tables, running away when being called for, refusing to listen because emotions are running way too high. No, I’m not describing my almost-three-year-old, I’m realizing this is an embarrassing truth about my own walk of faith.

The other night, my oldest daughter, our almost three year old, was having a grade-A breakdown. It was a long day with no nap and I was coming off a day that left me equaling her levels of fatigue. At the climatic moment when her face was a mess of hair, tears, and snot and I was a steaming pile of frustration on the floor grabbing after her, I heard the wisdom of God coming through my own words. There are moments like these. When the Holy Spirit commandeers my words to bring truth, correction, grace, or wisdom to me. These are divine moments that catch me off guard 100% of the time.

In this moment, as my daughter and I wrapped up in a mess of frustration, anger, confusion, and desperation, I put my hands on Brylie’s shoulders and said, “Brylie, do you know that I love you?” to which she sniffled out a reply of, “phhh, phhh, yeea-yeaah…phhhphh….” then I asked this question which stopped me in my tracks. I asked,

“Brylie, did you forget that I love you?”

She looked at me with her beautifully tear soaked eyes and said, “”phhh, phhh, yeea-yeaah…phhhphh….”

Things calmed down after that and we got her to bed. I was now a whole new kind of mess. I realized that the interaction I was just apart of was God revealing a tangible manifestation of my relationships with him. Before we go any further, I’m not presuming that I am the God figure in my house who is all gracious, wise, loving, and powerful. What I am saying, is that in that moment – God showed me what I look and sound like when I refuse to obey, choose to complain, and steadfastly run from His word. I look childish. And the root cause for this “terrible-twos-faith-tantrum”? Forgetting that my Father loves me. Forgetting that behind all things that he’s asked me to do, all places he’s asked me to go, and all times he’s asked me to be present in, stands his unquestionable love for me.

That night  I took time to take a deep breath and say to my loving Father, “I’m sorry. I forgot you loved me.” That night, and my days since, have been full of more grace and trust and less fits and tantrums. I’m learning the need to continue to give up my childish ways of faith and remember my Dad loves me!

The Story of Nasia

(This is written by my amazing wife, Christina Kolding. I am humbled and inspired to be married to such a woman as this.)

In February of 2012 we learned our pregnancy was likely to end tragically in a way that we would never be able to see or share life with our expected girl. Shock and brokenness ambushed our hearts at this discovery. Before the end of our pregnancy I was searching through name websites and came across the name “Nasiah” which means “Miracle of God”. I broke at the sight of this name. Oh, how I desperately, desperately wanted my child to be a miracle story. I longed for her name to declare what it was that everyone would be able to witness. I pleaded and cried with the Lord to allow this girl’s circumstances to change, for a miracle of God to take place. In that sobering place of desperation, brokenness, and vulnerability I heard my God quietly and gently whisper, “Not this time, but Nasiah will be a child you see.”

Of course that wasn’t what I wanted to hear at that time but there was some piece of me, deep down, that was comforted as I was wrecked with dispair. The constant thoughts of this possibly being my last opportunity to have a child led me to struggle with a lot of “what if” scenarios.

“What if I wasn’t able to get pregnant again or my body couldn’t carry again?”
“What if this was my only other child and I wasn’t going to be able to meet her?!”

But the promise I had heard from God quieted my fears and slowly restored my hope!

“What if I really heard that right?”
“What if God would allow me to carry, deliver, and parent a girl named Nasiah!?

A few months later we discovered we were pregnant again. I was skeptical for sure.
I quickly checked what our due date would be if this was actually going to be a life I would see born. I was not ready for what I was about to see. I saw that our baby would be due: February 8th, 2013.

That is same day that we had discovered our girl wasn’t going to make it last year. The exact day our hearts entered into a situation we never imagined being in.

Right away I remembered my moment with God last February when I was praying over my lost pregnancy. Nasiah. This was my miracle.

Nasiah May was born this past Friday, on her due date. February 8th is now a day to forever anticipate because it is a day God was forever going to redeem! She will remind us and show others how miraculous God’s design is in bringing life to earth and breath to lungs!

It is no small thing.


I waited patiently for the Lord to help me,
and he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the pit of despair,
out of the mud and the mire.
He set my feet on solid ground
and steadied me as I walked along.
He has given me a new song to sing,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see what he has done and be amazed.
They will put their trust in the Lord. Psalm 40:1-3

Thank You Hallmark

Thank You Hallmark

I have a lot I can say about my annoyance with guys who are quick to write off Valentine’s Day or who dutifully meet a status quo “Flowers, Chocolates, & Card scribbled on drive home” gift giving expectation. But it’s moments like these that I love being able to creatively (and cheaply!) model for my daughter what love looks, feels, tastes, sounds, and smells like. Thank You Hallmark for making love a holiday!

A Daughter’s Love

“I love being your daddy!”

This is what I whisper to Brylie every night that I get to put her to bed. The past month has been a whirlwind of long days, nights out, and days away. Two weeks ago I spent four days at Hume Lake Christian Camp with 25 other kids and adults from our high school ministry. The night after I got back I had to miss bed time because of a meeting. After being away for four days then having leave for a meeting the next evening made me desperate for time with Brylie. I missed reading books, praying, singing, and yes, telling her how much I love being her daddy. So before I left I chased after my dancing two-year-old, stooped down with my hands on her shoulders, and told her, “BK, I love being your daddy.” Then, she stopped her wiggling, put her hands on my shoulders, looked me in my eyes, and replied, “I love being your daughter!”

I had never heard her say the word “daughter” before or had any clue that she knew what a daughter was! I still get weak as I remember and write about this because Christina and I do so much for Brylie to show her how much we love her. Often times we feel like we do all this so that one day she will hopefully understand our love. So I was caught off guard knowing that she very much knows our love for her and loves being our daughter as much as we love being her parents! I will never forget that moment.

As I was driving to my meeting I couldn’t help but think about how faithful God, my perfect Father, has been to my over the past 29 years. He has done SO MUCH to show and tell me of his great love! Often times my response is, “Show me your love! Give me more of your love! I need more of your love!” Yet for the first time I got to feel and see a glimpse of the heart of God when we truly engage in true selfless worship. To take time to tell him, “God, I love being your son simply because I know you love being my daddy.”

I want to live not only my whole life but in my day-to-day in a manner that continually tells my Father how much I love being his son because I know how much delight that brings him. I know that because he has allowed me to know that through my daughter. Amen. Amen! ImageImageImageImageImageImage

Delighting with Dad

Last weekend a girl who is going to be a senior in high school asked me what I have learned since becoming a dad. Whew, big question. At least she gave me the courtesy of a whole 45 seconds to think of an answer before I got to my car. I didn’t know how to encapsulate all that I have learned in that moment, but this past Monday God revealed a huge piece of himself to me through the lens of my own role as a father.

While talking about what it means to be child of God with some college students I remembered one of the great moments of my days, the moment when my two year old looks up at me and says, “I DID IT!” For Brylie everything that she does on her own, or perceives to have done on her own, is a moment worth celebrating! Right now these joyous celebrations take place about 25 times a day, each no less worthy of a parade than the last. My greatest moments as a dad are to be there with my daughter in her delight!

Then I began to think of the many friends I have who grew up without an earthly dad. I’ve heard the stories, seen the looks in their eyes, and felt regret in their hearts when they talk about the moments of delight that were not able to be shared with their own dad. It’s heart breaking. I thought, “What if my daughter did something that brought her great delight and she turned to say, ‘I DID IT!’ and Christina or I weren’t there to delight with her?” There have been those moments where she runs from room to room looking for one of us to share the moment with. I cannot imagine not being there.

For the first time in my life I was able to articulate one of the great truths about being a Child of God. Beyond just having our Heavenly Father around to comfort us in the dark days of life, we have a Holy Father who DELIGHTS WITH US IN THE BRIGHTEST MOMENTS OF LIFE! Think about that for a moment! How many times in my day, week, or year, do I do something that I legitimately think is awesome!

Making it down the ski slope with my snowboard still attached to my feet! I DID IT!

Introducing myself to that person I keep seeing at Starbucks, who is clearly hurting, just so that I can call them by name when I say “Hi!”. I DID IT!

Saying no to something that keeps me out one more night so that I can be home with my family on what ends up being an average night just to remind me and them that they are my priority. I DID IT!

Writing two blog posts in a week! I DID IT!

So many of us get lost in our celebrations or find the joys in our life leaving us a bit short because we run from place to place, person to person, addiction to addiction looking for someone or something to delight with us. Our soul is teased and is busting at the seam because there is no truer fulfillment in our delight than with when we celebrate with the one who knows fully the magnitude and process of what was just accomplished. The one who was there from the beginning, who saw potential in you and called it out, and the one who, in that moment, allowed you to be apart of accomplishing something great.

There are so many moments that our Heavenly Father wants to delight in with us, because He is a part of every single one of them! In every moment he is there working with us, standing behind us, sitting next to us, call us forward, and when we do things right, it is worth celebrating!

Be attentive this week in the moments where you can turn to your Heavenly, Ever-Present Father and say, “I DID IT!” so that the two of you may delight together as Father and Child.

For the Lord your God is living among you.
He is a mighty savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
With his love, he will calm all your fears.
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.

– Zephaniah 3:17