Notice it reads: "this day"? That means we are in the present. It's not a bedtime prayer: "Give us tomorrow our daily bread." Why? Because we don't know what we will need tomorrow. God does, but not us. The needs God meets today may solve tomorrow's problems before we know about them. God doesn't want us stressing about problems that may not be there tomorrow. Is that not great?
KCP Clint Spicer
Seneschal, Priory of the Holy Trinity
Dieu Av... more"Give us this day our daily bread." - Matt 6:11
Notice it reads: "this day"? That means we are in the present. It's not a bedtime prayer: "Give us tomorrow our daily bread." Why? Because we don't know what we will need tomorrow. God does, but not us. The needs God meets today may solve tomorrow's problems before we know about them. God doesn't want us stressing about problems that may not be there tomorrow. Is that not great?
KCP Clint Spicer
Seneschal, Priory of the Holy Trinity
Dieu Avec Nous
Sometimes not only do we want God to answer our.prayer, but we want Him to answer it our way.
A man was sitting on his porch when a policeman pulled up. "Sir, there's a hurricane quickly approaching. It'll flood this whole valley. You need to come with me now to avoid being killed when this thing hits." The man refused to move. "God will spare me."
The hurricane hit. The water rose until the entire first floor of his house was underwster. The man stood by one of the upstairs windows as a sma... moreSometimes not only do we want God to answer our.prayer, but we want Him to answer it our way.
A man was sitting on his porch when a policeman pulled up. "Sir, there's a hurricane quickly approaching. It'll flood this whole valley. You need to come with me now to avoid being killed when this thing hits." The man refused to move. "God will spare me."
The hurricane hit. The water rose until the entire first floor of his house was underwster. The man stood by one of the upstairs windows as a small came pulling up. "Get in," they shouted. He refused telling them he trusts the Lord.
The waters continued to rise until they engulfed the house. A helicopter came swooping in, and still the man refused, trusting that God will save him.
The man drown. In heaven, he asks God why didn't He save him from drowning. God replied, "I tried... three times!"
KCP Clint Spicer
Seneschal, Priory of the Holy Trinity
Dieu Avec Nous
What I hold in my hands is not just a book. It's a promise kept. About a year before my dad passed away, he made me promise that I would write a book about his father, my grandfather.
I must have written that first chapter half a dozen times, but nothing ever felt right. The words just wouldn’t come together.
Before I could even complete that first chapter, my dad was gone. In the weight of the loss, I set the project aside. For reasons I can’t fully explain, I simply couldn’t bring myself t... moreWhat I hold in my hands is not just a book. It's a promise kept. About a year before my dad passed away, he made me promise that I would write a book about his father, my grandfather.
I must have written that first chapter half a dozen times, but nothing ever felt right. The words just wouldn’t come together.
Before I could even complete that first chapter, my dad was gone. In the weight of the loss, I set the project aside. For reasons I can’t fully explain, I simply couldn’t bring myself to continue.
Recently, a very dear friend encourged me with some sage advice. Reminding me of the power of keeping one's promise.
"Try again."
So I did. This time the words came and flowed through my fingers and onto the keyboard.
It's been over five years now, since Pop took his final breath. I only wish I could tell him that I did it... I kept my promise.
I hope that I made him proud.
The book officially goes on sale January 27th. My birthday, ironically. I'd like to think that's a little nod and wink from somewhere beyond the clouds.
KCP Clint Spicer
Seneschal, Priory of the Holy Trinity
Dieu Avec Nous
What I hold in my hands is not just a book. It's a promise kept. About a year before my dad passed away, he made me promise that I would write a book about his father, my grandfather.
I must have written that first chapter half a dozen times, but nothing ever felt right. The words just wouldn’t come together.
Before I could even complete that first chapter, my dad was gone. In the weight of the loss, I set the project aside. For reasons I can’t fully explain, I simply couldn’t bring myself t... moreWhat I hold in my hands is not just a book. It's a promise kept. About a year before my dad passed away, he made me promise that I would write a book about his father, my grandfather.
I must have written that first chapter half a dozen times, but nothing ever felt right. The words just wouldn’t come together.
Before I could even complete that first chapter, my dad was gone. In the weight of the loss, I set the project aside. For reasons I can’t fully explain, I simply couldn’t bring myself to continue.
Recently, a very dear friend encourged me with some sage advice. Reminding me of the power of keeping one's promise.
"Try again."
So I did. This time the words came and flowed through my fingers and onto the keyboard.
It's been over five years now, since Pop took his final breath. I only wish I could tell him that I did it... I kept my promise.
I hope that I made him proud.
The book officially goes on sale January 27th. My birthday, ironically. I'd like to think that's a little nod and wink from somewhere beyond the clouds.
KCP Clint Spicer
Seneschal, Priory of the Holy Trinity
Dieu Avec Nous
I just have to share what happened a little bit ago. For those who may not know I live on small ranch raising steer for beef. About a year ago I stepped down from running the operation and turned it over to one of my daughters and her husband. So, my daughter is mucking out one of the barns. As she is doing so, she sees this big rat. She pulls her pistol and shoots the rat and continues about her business. That's what was happening behind the house.
What was happening in front of my house was ... moreI just have to share what happened a little bit ago. For those who may not know I live on small ranch raising steer for beef. About a year ago I stepped down from running the operation and turned it over to one of my daughters and her husband. So, my daughter is mucking out one of the barns. As she is doing so, she sees this big rat. She pulls her pistol and shoots the rat and continues about her business. That's what was happening behind the house.
What was happening in front of my house was an entirely different matter. I was standing in the living room watching the Amazon van back down my driveway. The driver stops and jumps out with a small box in hand. The driver had not taken two steps when the gunshot went off (my daughter in the barn shooting the rat). The driver IMMEDIATELY dropped the box, DOVE back into the van, and took off just as fast as that van could go.
While I feel bad, I can't stop laughing.
KCP Clint Spicer, Seneschal
Priory of the Holy Trinity
GC John
KCP, Priory of St. Michael the Archangel