
Show respect to the elderly, and honor older people. In this way you show respect for your God. I am the Lord. Leviticus 19:32
Look around you. I’m guessing you’re not the oldest person on your street. There’s probably someone on your block who would be considered elderly. If not, look around again. I’m sure you don’t have to go all that far from your house to find an elderly person.
I’m not sure what the age requirements are to be considered elderly, but to be safe I have an idea: Anyone who is older than you is your elder. According to Leviticus, they are to be honored and respected.
This week, I learned that an elderly man on my street passed away last month. If you’ve been hanging around the blog for a long time, you may remember the story of George. In the fall of 2007, a friend of mine and I had an opportunity to Pay It Forward for George when we built a ramp at his house to make it easier for him to get in and out of his house with his electronic wheel chair. (Click here to read the post.)
Leanne and I have checked in on George a few times over the years. We’ve brought him cookies for Christmas. And we’ve stopped by just to sit and chat with George on his deck. Over the past couple of years, we’ve seen him less and less as he’s stayed inside more.
We’ve also become busier with the activities of our family. What a poor excuse!
The Bible talks about respecting the elderly, and it commands Christ followers to look after widows and orphans.
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27
Here’s the problem: we let life’s busyness get in the way of following through on God’s direction for our lives.
Maybe a pause from our busyness is just what we need to see the people right down our street who need a helping hand.
God, Open my eyes to those around me who need Your hope, Your truth, and Your love.

I have the opportunity to give my first speech today as part of Toastmasters. The speech assignment is called Ice Breaker. The speech requires me to introduce myself to the local Toastmasters chapter in four to six minutes. My speech is called Stretch. Here it is:
That’s my nickname, and it’s the theme of my life.
I was born six weeks early at the DuPage County Hospital in Winfield, Illinois. I weighed in at a “hefty” six pounds thirteen ounces. Before I left the hospital, I was less than six pounds. From this point on, my life has been all about stretching.
When I was eight years old, our family moved across the country to Mount Holly, New Jersey where my Dad took a job as a pastor at a Presbyterian Church in town. The move to New Jersey was life changing. I stretched into a new neighborhood, a new school environment, and into a deeper awareness of life.
When I entered high school at Rancocas Valley Regional High School, I was an average kid. I wasn’t short, and I wasn’t all that tall. I wasn’t super athletic, and I wasn’t completely clumsy. In my high school years, I excelled in band where I was the lead saxophone in various bands starting with my freshman year. I also excelled academically where math and science became a clear passion.
At the beginning of my junior year of high school, I stood at five feet six inches. I weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. I wondered if I would ever grow. And then it started. I stretched. And I stretched. And I stretched some more. When I finished high school, I was six feet one inch.
And my stretching continued into my college years. I traveled across Pennsylvania to pursue a degree in Mechanical Engineering at Grove City College. The academics stretched me, and the social aspects of college stretched me as well. I jumped into many campus activities and groups, and I eventually took on many leadership roles in these groups. Towards the end of my time at Grove City, I also met a beautiful young lady who captured my heart.
I graduated from Grove City and eventually asked this young lady to be my wife. I recall our first year of marriage with great fondness, but I also remember this time as a period of stretching as we both adjusted to married life while living in Hatfield, Pennsylvania.
A year and a half after our wedding, we welcomed our first child, a daughter. Hannah’s arrival stretched me to become less self-focused and more focused on others. She stretched me to make sure family and faith remained a top priority in my life.
Two and a half years later, Isaac joined our family. He brought lots of laughter into the house, but his arrival also brought challenges that shook my world. A few months after his arrival, my wife became ill resulting in an extended hospital stay, a prolonged recovery, and an added weight to my shoulders that I had not expected. This time of my life caused all kinds of stretching. I learned to lean on friends and family. I learned to let go of things I once viewed as important. And I grew in my faith.
Life has brought other stretching experiences along the way. Earning my professional engineers license was a stretching experience. Completing my MBA degree was a stretching experience. Going to Guatemala the past two summers provided multiple stretching experiences. And writing and releasing my first book last month was another stretching experience.
Along life’s journey, I’ve learned some things about stretching worth sharing with you today:
You too have a stretch story worth sharing. I’m certain you’ve faced challenges in your life that have caused you to stretch like a rubber band. Your story matters. You have something worth sharing with others. Your story of stretch could be a catalyst for something great in someone else’s life.
As I wrap things up, I’m thankful for my nickname. Stretch seems like such an appropriate name for someone who has grown from a six pound baby to a six-foot six-inch man. I’m excited to see where my life of stretching takes me, and I look forward to sharing parts of it with you as I step into membership in Toastmasters.
Thank you!
I have two confessions to make.
First, I’ve never seen an episode of Breaking Bad. From what I understand, this is a pretty popular show that ended a couple of months ago. Maybe, I’ll catch it on Netflix.
Second, I have bad habits. I know this is shocking, but it’s true. One of my bad habits is nail-biting. That’s right, I clip my finger nails with my teeth. To many, this habit is disgusting. I’ve been chewing on my finger nails as long as I can remember. To steal a line from Chicago, it’s a hard habit to break.
Part of stretching myself and making myself a better person is working to remove bad habits. This even means conquering my nail-biting habit.
Do I think it’s possible? I guess so, but I know it’s going to be extremely challenging.
As I thought about overcoming this habit, I started thinking about what it requires to overcome this kind of habit. I have some ideas, but I would appreciate your feedback as to how I can overcome this bad habit.
Some have said it takes 21 days to break a bad habit. I think it’s worth a try!
What is one bad habit you’d like to break? What tips do you have for breaking bad habits?

Our family is in the middle of a very busy week. We have activities every night this week. And work is just as busy. We’re closing out the month of January this week, so I’m chasing down invoices, time sheets, and project close out activities. It’s weeks like this that cause my head to spin.
If you’re anything like me, you have weeks like this too.
What do you do when the weeks get crazy busy?
I’ve found several things that help me survive and thrive when the weeks get crazy busy. Here are my suggestions.
It’s only Tuesday, I’m not sure exactly how the rest of my week will go. But I do know that following these simple tips will help me though my crazy busy week.
What kind of week are you having? What helps your survive when the days and weeks get crazy busy?
As we wrap up the year, I’m taking some time to reflect on the top posts written this year. Today’s post is great to review. As the weather has turned colder again, I’ve been logging more mileage on the treadmill. I hope today’s post will STRETCH you again. (This post was originally posted in February 2013.)
I’ve been logging running mileage again, and it feels great. Most of my miles these days are happening on the treadmill at the gym thanks to the cold weather and early morning darkness that blankets our area at this time of the year.
The other day, I was up early running a quick 4.5 miles at our local YMCA. I had the treadmill ramped up to 7.8 miles per hour (which for me is a pretty decent pace). While I’m on the treadmill, I listen to podcasts and glance up at the televisions to see the latest sports highlights and news updates. About a mile into my run as I was lost in my own world, the treadmill suddenly stopped.
Imagine driving your car at 65 miles an hour and it suddenly stops completely. Or imagine riding your bicycle at 15 miles an hour when someone jams a stick in your spokes.
This is how it felt when the treadmill stopped for me. I somehow managed to catch myself before a complete catastrophe occurred. The guy running next to me commented, “Wow! Nice catch.” I tried to get the treadmill back up and running, but it wouldn’t power up and restart. I switched treadmills and continued my workout.
Sometimes life is like this. We are coasting along when something happens in our lives that brings things to a screeching halt. It’s happened in my life a few times – like the time I crashed my car two weeks before my wedding, like when my wife was rushed to the hospital shortly after our son was born, and like the moment I learned that my grandfather had passed away six years ago.
I certainly don’t have all the answers, but I’ve learned a few things through life events like these.
“No one will be able to stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Joshua 1:5
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19
I returned to the gym this morning to run more on the treadmill. I’m sure I was a bit more cautious, but I’m ready to keep going. I’m thankful for the reminder that a simple treadmill experience can provide. I have no idea what the rest of the day holds, but I look ahead with confidence knowing that it will be okay no matter what transpires.
What have you learned from a life stopping experience? What other tips do you have for handling these kinds of times?
Parenting is an important focus for my wife and me. We want to raise our kids well. We want to protect them, and we want to give them their independence as they get older. Today, we look back at the third most popular post written in 2013. If you are a parent or plan to be a parent, I think this post will STRETCH you. Check it out, and let me know what you think….

We’re approaching a parenting milestone later this year. Our daughter, Hannah, will be able to get her driver’s permit towards the end of the calendar year. It’s a bit scary to imagine our little girl behind the wheel of a car.
Over the Easter weekend, I had a chance to talk with my Grandpa who lives in the Midwest. Our conversation was filled with updates on our family and the activities that keep us running from one thing to the next. At the end of our conversation as always, my Grandpa prayed for our family. He inquired about things in our family that could use prayer. The subject of Hannah’s driver’s permit came up, and Grandpa specifically prayed that God would put His hedge of protection around Hannah and our family as we navigate these times. He recalled a verse from Job 1 indicating that God put a hedge of protection around Job and his family:
“Have you [God] not put a hedge around him [Job] and his household and everything he has? You have blessed the work of his hands, so that his flocks and herds are spread throughout the land.” Job 1:10
The teenage years can be pretty challenging. Kids in the age group are faced with pressures from peers like never before. They are faced with a world full of media that points people away from God and toward themselves and stars who are undeserving of such adoration.
As parents, we play a huge role in creating a hedge for our children. It can be such a tough thing to do – to create realistic and appropriate boundaries while fostering independence and responsible decision-making. We want the best for our kids. We want them to experience things that we never experienced, and we want them to have the things we never had. In the pursuit of providing the best for our kids, we can overlook the ultimate purpose in our parenting – to point our kids towards God, His Son, and His Word.
Are you a parent? How do you protect your kids? What did your parents do to point you towards God, His Son, and His Word?

Trying to find the right words to capture my experience is challenging and perhaps even impossible.
I will continue to reflect on this trip for a while. I was up in the early hours of the morning thinking about it. I think about it when I’m driving in the car. I think about Xenacoj when I’m eating my meals, when I’m talking to people, and when I’m running. This experience is on my mind all the time.

I was stretched in making the decision to go in the first place. It took a lot of faith and trust for me to take my whole family there. Would they be safe? Would they stay healthy? How would they respond to the poverty, the language, and the living conditions? How would we pay for a trip of this magnitude? Would people really support us after what we went through three years ago? All kinds of questions went through my mind when we initially decided to pursue a trip to Guatemala.
I was stretched during the trip. Three of our family members experienced illness while we were there. I had to sleep on a bed that was about a foot shorter than me. Sleep in general was tough for me most of the trip (the rest of my family seemed to sleep fairly well). We slept right in the village where we heard fireworks, roosters, dogs, music, talking, snoring, and church at all hours of the night and morning. The language barrier was initially a challenge. It took a couple of days until we actually felt like we were serving. Once we started serving, we saw some pretty deplorable conditions and desperate poverty. We couldn’t fix everything.
And I obviously continue to be stretched following the trip. How do I respond? I don’t want this trip to simply be a “nice” experience. What is next for our family? When can we go back to Xenacoj? How should we live our lives differently now that we are home in the States? How can we continue to help GO! Ministries and the people of Xenacoj and Guatemala? How can we inspire others to stretch outside their comfort zone and consider missions? Questions, thoughts, and ideas permeate my mind constantly.
And yet, it’s difficult to fully capture what we experienced. Perhaps the easiest way to show you is through a video that Dave Sgro (founder of GO! Ministries) put together using our pictures. There are a few inside jokes and stories in the video, but the video does a pretty good job touching on many of the things we did on the trip.
How have you been stretched by a missions experience? What questions do you have for me (or my family) about our experience in Guatemala?
I’m thankful today for Joe Lalonde. Joe is guest blogging today about a recent stretching experience in his life. His post is featured as part of The Network. Joe writes an excellent leadership blog. You can find more information about Joe along with the links to his blog in his bio which follows this post.
I’ve always been a fan of stretching. It’s helped me grow and reach my potential.
However, the last couple of weeks have tested my stretching limit.
Image by Mike Baird via Flickr
I’ve experienced so much stretching I don’t know how I’m coping with it.
Last month we had to make a tough choice and put one of our beloved dogs down. My dad was hospitalized after three visits to the emergency room.
It feels like life has been stretching and stretching me. And it’s been painful.
Tears seem to continuously stream from my eyes. Sleep comes but it is not restoring. And there’s such a heaviness on my heart.
There are times that stretching stings. It creates a pain that is almost unbearable.
And yet there can be awesome results from the stretching.
I’m becoming more attuned to feeling the pain of others: I try my best to understand how others are feeling but I can fall flat in this area. The stretching I experienced with my dog has opened up a new avenue of feelings that focuses on the loss others are feeling.
There’s now a connection that I’m able to share with those grieving over a major loss. It’s a blessing a curse.
I’ve become more open with my feelings: Realizing how fleeting our time on this earth can be, I’m stretched to share my feelings more. Especially with my wife.
Nightly I weep and nightly I try to pour out my feelings to my wife. I’m feeling more broken than ever but there’s also the feeling of openness.
I’m learning what’s really important: Losing my dog and almost losing my dad has given me a sense of urgency with how I should live my life. It needs to be lived with unction. With a passion that’s unrivaled.
It’s also showing me that I need to spend time with those that I love. And to show them that I love them and value their lives.
Don’t neglect this fact.
The stretching has been painful. Honestly, I don’t like it so much right now.
Yet it’s helping me to become a better man. A better son. A better husband.
I’m not sure if you’ve experienced stretching like this in the past. It’s so difficult I pray you don’t have to experience it as well.
The truth is, we will all have to experience loss and the threat of loss.
Still, I know you can survive the stretching and come out better. Don’t let the pain destroy you. Let it grow you.
This is a guest post by Joseph Lalonde. He is a youth leader at Oak Crest Church of God and leadership blogger at JMLalonde.com. Joseph shares leadership tools and encourages you to become a better leader. Connect with him on Twitter or at his blog.
During our vacation to the Midwest, we had an opportunity to visit my Grandma (I’ve written about her before – click here.)
It wasn’t a very long visit. I think we were at the nursing home where she lives for a little more than two hours. When we came into her room, she immediately knew who we were. She mentioned my name and our kids names, and she had to ask for a little help with Leanne’s name (although it was clear that she knew who she was).
If you remember, Grandma is 93 years old. Physically, she’s been struggling for many years thanks to the pain of arthritis, Parkinson’s disease, and a broken arm. Only in the last few years has she started to fail mentally. Grandma was always the sharpest person in the family. She could remember details better than anyone else in the family about people, places, and things from the past. She skipped two grades in school. Needless to say, this has been the hardest part of the aging process for her and for the rest of the family. She simply can’t keep all the details of life straight in her head any longer.
All in all, it was a pretty good visit with Grandma. While the staff at the nursing home indicated that she wasn’t having the greatest day, she seemed to be doing pretty well compared to my visit with Grandma a month ago.
There is the moment during our visit that I will always remember.
Grandma and Grandpa always had a strong faith. I remember doing a morning devotion with them and praying for missionaries and people groups from around the world. As we were getting ready to leave, Leanne suggested that we pray. I prayed first and somewhat expected that to be it, but Grandma picked up right where I left off. Her prayer was powerful. Despite her physical and mental ailments, she clearly is in great shape spiritually.
Grandma’s prayer and our visit was a great reminder that God isn’t through with us. While Grandma would prefer to be in heaven with Grandpa and God, she continues to demonstrate a growing faith. It’s easy to think that we’ve arrived – that we’ve grown as much as we possibly can physically, mentally, and spiritually. Grandma reminded me that spiritual growth is a journey that continues throughout our lives.
I don’t have any idea how long I will live. I could live until 50, until 75, or even until 100. I want to be remembered as someone who continues to STRETCH and grow. I want to grow physically (not in size), and I want to continue to grow mentally. But most of all I want to STRETCH and grow spiritually.
May our journeys through life be marked by spiritual STRETCHING! May our faith be a testament to those around us and to those who come behind us. Thank you, Grandma, for your STRETCHING example!
Who in your life has reminded you to keep on STRETCHING? Who in your life has faith that moves mountains?
Today, Carol Peterson shares her STRETCH thoughts while I’m on vacation. Carol is guest blogging as part of The Network. For more information about Carol, check out her bio at the end of the post. After you read her post and add your comment, I hope you’ll go check out her blog!
Toward the end of June I dropped Jon a line and told him I’d write something “stretchy” for this site. Instantly, a big green Gumby with my face on it appeared in my head.
Gumby—that guy from the 60s made of green rubber. Pull his leg and it bounces back in place. He’s flexible. He stretches to the fullest and then springs into shape even if things get a little too stretchy. Because Gumby teaches us that we can stretch. And even if life gets twisted, we’ll still be alright in the end.
But Gumby is not like Mr. Fantastic of Marvel comic book fame. No, Gumby, is the nerdy, folksy guy we loved before we knew about super heroes. He’s a regular guy. A t-shirt sold online has Gumby’s picture on it saying: The original Mr. Nice Guy.
Because, have you ever seen Gumby when he’s not smiling? And waving?
Gumby makes me want to be a nice guy, too. I can’t be the original Mr. Nice Guy because Jesus claimed that role before the beginning of time. But I can try to be Christ-like. And sometimes that means—like Gumby—I smile and wave at people to give them a cheery hello and a “have a nice day.” Really—have a NICE day. And is there anything I can do to help make it nicer?
It also means being green. Not green as in environmentally responsible, although that’s good, too. But green, as in fresh and full of life. Living life to the fullest and keeping the smile on my face while doing it. Having a childlike freshness to my faith. And sharing that faith with others.
So today as I think about what it means to be stretched, I have decided I want to live like Gumby—flexible, friendly and green. I hope next time you see me; you’ll smile, wave and call me Gumby. I’d like to call you Gumby, too.
In what way do you need to be more like Gumby today?
BIO
Carol Peterson’s mission in writing is to educate, entertain, and inspire. Her published books provide busy teachers with creative ways to help assure compliance with curriculum standards. Her first self-published book helps folks study the Bible, because the Bible is even better when you know what it says. Her blog From Carol’s Quill (http://carolpetersonauthor.com/) encourages faith in Jesus.