This Christmas got me thinking about – Why my faith is my faith.

This Christmas got me thinking about – Why my faith is my faith..

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This Christmas got me thinking about – Why my faith is my faith.

I started off with the typical childhood belief in God. That was what I was taught and there was no reason to doubt it. I had a happy, “normal” childhood with terrific parents who loved me (and I knew it), good friends, good education, and not much to worry about except getting home in time for dinner and not getting caught doing something wrong (back then, every adult had parental authority).

When I was seventeen, my mother was diagnosed with Cancer and, in the 1970’s, that was typically a death sentence. Just a matter of time and keeping you comfortably sedated. My mom was “a saint”. By that, I mean she was loving, adored my dad and her family. I never heard her say anything negative about anyone, never had a sarcastic tone in her voice. Never even rolled her eyes at anyone. Two weeks after her diagnosis, she died.

I couldn’t understand why God would take her from us and leave so many awful people alive, so I just stopped believing in Him. It was very easy, actually and I didn’t miss having God “in my life”. Dad passed away exactly four years after Mom, he knew what day it was.

Fast forward eleven years and I’m married and have a beautiful son, Chris, own several businesses and have a lot of responsibilities – home, business, community. The “Great American Dream”. But something is not quite right. Chris isn’t developing the way he should.

We sell the house and businesses and move to Florida. The stress of learning about, and raising a special needs child is consuming, and exhausting. Amidst this, we have a beautiful little girl, Megh. She is the complete opposite of Chris, in her development and abilities. What an incredible child, yet the stress increases. I’m always asking, “Why?”

One day, somewhere in 1989, I just “cave”. I lean back in my chair at work, throw my hands in the air and say out loud, “OK, God. I admit it. You’re real. You’re in control, and I’m not going to ask, “Why?” anymore.

That was the beginning of my first big life shift. Things didn’t instantly get “all better”, nothing was magically fixed, but things were changing in me. In December of 1990, I accepted Christ as my Savior.

A lot of things have happened since then. Not all were good, but I had a way to deal with them, now. Fast forward to the present and while being 180 degrees from the man I was before 1990, I am truly at peace and trust God completely.

My pastor at Northland Church, Joel Hunter, said in his sermon yesterday, that God came as a child because a child can impact people in a way that someone else never could. He was so right. God took my Mom and I ran from Him. Years later, he gave me a child that drew… no, body slammed me right into his arms.

Once, when telling Steve Brown, of Key Life Ministries, about my concerns for some people in my life, he just said, “Steve, as much as you love them, God loves them even more, so you don’t have to worry about them.”Years later, I wrote a song for my son titled, “God Loves You Even More”.

Thanks God and Amen!

His Eye Is On The Sparrow

I have always loved this passage from Matthew’s Gospel. I arranged this version and perform it as a Slow Blues number. Here is a live recording from my performance on Nov. 7th, 2010. I hope you like it. Steve Falter. His Eye Is On the Sparrow

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Here is the story behind the original song, as provided by Wikipedia

“His Eye Is on the Sparrow” is a Gospel hymn. Although today it is a staple of African-American worship services, the song was originally written in 1905 by two white songwriters, lyricist Civilla D. Martin and composer Charles H. Gabriel.

Civilla Martin, who wrote the lyrics, said this about her inspiration to write the song based in the scriptures from Matthew 10:29-31:

Early in the spring of 1905, my husband and I were sojourning in Elmira, New York. We contracted a deep friendship for a couple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Doolittle—true saints of God. Mrs. Doolittle had been bedridden for nigh twenty years. Her husband was an incurable cripple who had to propel himself to and from his business in a wheel chair. Despite their afflictions, they lived happy Christian lives, bringing inspiration and comfort to all who knew them. One day while we were visiting with the Doolittles, my husband commented on their bright hopefulness and asked them for the secret of it. Mrs. Doolittle’s reply was simple: “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.” The beauty of this simple expression of boundless faith gripped the hearts and fired the imagination of Dr. Martin and me. The hymn “His Eye Is on the Sparrow” was the outcome of that experience.


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Steve started playing guitar in ‘69, and has been performing regularly since ’90. His involvement with recording and sound engineering began in the early ‘70’s.

Steve, and his bands, have always given back to the community, supporting Special Needs Families, Christian Outreach, Food Pantries, Homeless Shelters and Medical Research.

As a songwriter and registered artist with BMI, Steve’s songwriting and gig sets span the Blues, Rock, Folk, Country and Christian genres.

2009 was the start of a busy solo performing schedule as well as sharing his love of music by teaching both Guitar and Live Performance Techniques. Steve teaches his guitar students to play the music THEY want to play, right from the start, without getting bogged down with music theory. With Live Performance Techniques lessons, students learn how to move from the living room to a live stage.


Sunday Nuggets – November 24, 2010

Here are a few things that hit home from Pastor Joel Hunter’s message yesterday at Northland Church

Matthew 7:7

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.

Philippians 4:6-7

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

God won’t give us what we pray for if it’s not good for us.

Pray without ceasing. Don’t save up your prayers until you think there is something “important”.

Relationships are based on communication. Talk to God.

The essence of prayer is not bridging the distance between us and God, it’s grasping the nearness. He is always with us.

Prayer is not about changing God’s mind. It’s about changing us.

 

So….. whatcha thinking?

What I learned on July 4th, 2010

Here is what I took away from Pastor Joel Hunter’s message at Northland Church.

This weekend’s message

Happy Together…. Growing together as we grow in Christ

Refining relationships with your spouse or friends

Scripture Focus

Galatians 5:13-14 (New International Version)

13You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love. 14The entire law is summed up in a single command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.

What I learned

The danger of freedom is that we squander it

You can’t love someone unless you love who they are today

God’s grace came free to us, but not to Him

Love is not doing what will hurt the one who loves you

Everybody needs you to find something good in what they are doing

Online Resources

Daily Devotional – Our Daily Bread

Bible Passages (all translations) – Bible Gateway

Pastor Joel Hunter’s messages – Northland Church

With humility and thanks,

Steve

A Father’s Day question.

What is something positive that you learned from your dad?

Mine taught me many things, but here are a few that have always stuck in my mind, even though he’s been gone for over 33 years now.

My dad was a prize-fighter before he married my mom. He never taught me how to fight.

My dad taught me about the importance of family and being a responsible person. He had a reputation as a tough guy who was hard to get along with yet, when his mother-in-law couldn’t take of herself he was the ONLY one who stepped up. He moved her to a nursing home near us and visited her EVERY DAY until she passed away a few years later.

My dad absolutely worshipped the ground my mother walked on. He taught me, by example, how a man should love, respect and treat the woman he loves.

There’s my short list.

What are some of yours?

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you!

Steve

My dad in his Prize Fighting days