Easter Eggs

I received an urgent text from my wife yesterday asking how long to boil eggs for perfect hard boiled eggs. (I’m the egg chef of our family!) I replied with every tip for perfect boiling. And then I texted again with my tips for perfect peeling. “Oh, not for eating!” she replied. Not for eating…? Not for eating!? What in the world?

I didn’t understand why Lea wanted to know how to boil a perfect egg if she didn’t plan to eat a perfect egg. Eggs are for eating.

In the same way, the disciples of Jesus faced uncertainty and confusion mingled with their grief. Jesus was their Messiah… and in their minds, Messiah is meant to overthrow the Romans. They mourned his death, not understanding He came to conquer death itself. His kingdom was never meant to be a country, but a people. And that people still exists today: the Christians you see around you this Easter morning.

Questioning further via text yesterday, I discovered Easter eggs were in the works! Eggs for painting, not for eating!

Easter is a day of beautiful celebration… We celebrate the resurrection of Jesus, conqueror of death, today and every Sunday.

Snowpocalypse 2019

Snow Sunday Online Devotional Guide

I have enjoyed my first snow storm in over 15 years! It has been fun and difficult, and I am going to miss seeing you in the morning. I wanted to provide a devotional guide for the week so we can keep in the habit of keeping in touch. Please add your thoughts to mine so we can share them with each other!

The Great Ice Storm of ‘94

Tomorrow is the 25th anniversary of an ice storm that knocked power out at our house for three weeks! The picture is from one guy’s driveway, but everywhere around our house looked the same: trees and power lines down, ice everywhere, and people couldn’t get out to go anywhere! One official with the power company said years later that this storm changed the way they respond to storms. He said there’s a lesson to learn in every storm. Even when the lesson is as simple as taking advantage of time with your family and how to worship even when you can’t make it to church. Even when the lesson is to slow down and recognize God’s power.

What lessons have you learned because of this storm?

What blessings do you have because of this storm?

What struggles have come because of this storm?

I Think It’s Snow Bright!

I usually take Tobah for a walk late at night. It isn’t unusual to go out at 1 AM for the last walk of the night. Almost every time, he will see a rabbit in the dark and bolt after it. He’s on a leash, so he only makes it about 3 feet. But last night, because the snow was reflecting so much light, it was amazingly bright outside! I could clearly see the rabbit hopping in the snow, looking for grass to eat. It was amazing! From what I understand, all the light from lamps and houses reflect off the falling snow, the clouds, and the snow on the ground and that creates all the ambient light outside. This can cause huge problems in the day time, though, as snow-blindness can be very painful!

I was also reminded about what John wrote in Revelation 22: “There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light.”

In what ways should Christians be like the snow?

What do you think John meant when he said there would be “no more night” in eternity?

Are there times in your life when you are walking in darkness? How would you know?

Footprints in the snow

A couple of times, on late-night walks, I’ve been able to go out in the snow before anyone else has been out there. It’s a really neat experience to walk across an untouched snowy field! Tobah loved bounding through the snow, although I don’t think he was impressed that it was pristine snow. I will point out that, on the way out, I did slip in the mud that lay just below the surface. And Tobah found a few thick blackberry vines that had been covered in the night. So, while it may have been flawless snow, it certainly wasn’t a flawless experience!

Hebrews 12:1-2 – Since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.

How does the Hebrew writer expect us to run our race?

How can people help us on our “race”?

How can Christ help us?

Who are some people you could look to for help?

Glow in 2019

From sunny Florida to the brisk and beautiful Pacific Northwest, 2018 was quite a journey for me personally! It was not without many moments of worry and sadness as my family made big decisions. But the overarching theme of the year was one of fresh starts and new beginnings. And one of joy. 

To my Woodinville teens: thank you for welcoming me into your lives. I look ahead to a year of deep spiritual and emotional growth and also lots of fun. I want you to remember that my door is open if you need a listening ear. I want to be an active part of your life. Tell me about your activities and I’ll try to be there. Tell me about your struggles and I’ll pray with you and for you. Tell me about your accomplishments and I’ll be quick to cheer for you. Let’s glow together in 2019. 

To my Woodinville parents: Thank you for your warm welcome of my family into your congregation and into your homes. Lea and I look forward to developing closer relationships with each family this year. It is my sincere desire to get to know each family and also to learn the spiritual and interpersonal goals you have for your children. I’ll be contacting each parent as the year begins to sit down for a planning session as I contemplate the learning, activities, and service of 2019. I want to remind each parent that I am here to minister to families as a whole… I am YOUR minister as much as I’m your child’s. My door is open when I can be of assistance in any way. 

I pray that we will all grow and glow together in 2019, shining our lights bright in Woodinville and beyond!

Steady Ground

The Mayos have never been hikers. It’s way too hot in Florida. We “hiked” around Disney World when the weather was nice… even summiting Everest several times at Animal Kingdom. But actual hiking is just not something we’ve really experienced.

Now, living in a cooler climate with so much natural beauty to nearby, we’re making outdoor exploration more of a priority. Last week we hiked up to Big Four Ice Caves. Windsor’s wheelchair couldn’t make it all the way to the cave view, but Tobah and I went ahead to see it while Lea and Windsor rested. I was amazed by the number of people who left the trail and went out under the ice into the cave itself. Despite posted warnings that the cave is unstable and avalanche is a possibility, these hikers blithely entered the danger zone. Having good sense (and knowing Lea would take us down if the avalanche didn’t) Tobah and I kept a safe distance.

There are many times in life when we can look ahead into a risky situation. Maybe it’s a relationship that would be unhealthy, an invitation from a hardcore party crowd, or the chance to bend your ethical standards for gain… sometimes the view is tempting. It’s far better to heed the warnings around you and keep your feet on stable ground.

You’re blessed when you stay on course, walking steadily on the road revealed by God. You’re blessed when you follow his directions, doing your best to find him. That’s right – you don’t go off on your own; you walk straight along the road he set. You, God, prescribed the right way to live; now you expect us to live it. Oh, that my steps might be steady, keeping to the course you set…

Psalm 119:1-5

Thank you!

Dear church family at Woodinville,

We don’t even know how to begin to thank every individual properly for our homecoming. There have been so many gestures of welcome from so many, we decided a group thanks might be the best we could ever do. When we arrived at our new apartment, tired from the journey, it had already been made to feel like home. From towels on the bathroom racks, to our favorite foods in the fridge… flowers, Goldfish crackers, homemade jelly and other goodies… everything was designed to make us feel at home. We even had homemade chicken pot pie for dinner that night! And all the surprises, gift cards, sweet words, and prayers. We can’t thank you enough for the outpouring of love and welcome. We’re so happy to call this home and to call each of you family.


The Mayos

Thank you

Dear church family at Jupiter Tequesta,

We can never begin to thank you enough for our beautiful farewell party. The meal, the cake, the gifts… we are so grateful for all your kindness. We miss each and every one of you and pray God’s blessing on the congregation and each individual. Thank you for being our family, not only for the twelve years we were with you, but for eternity.

Much love,

The Mayos


Anyone who knows the Mayo family knows we’ve become progressively more minimal over the last 8 years. Cutting down on our belongings has been freeing in so many ways, especially now that we are packing to move across the country! When our shipping POD arrived, I honestly felt like it would be too big for our stuff. I’m sure once we begin moving boxes and furniture though, it will fill up fast. As more-minimal people, we don’t “collect” many things. In the past, I had my collection of Transformers and Lea had her Eiffel-tower-everything. And books! We’ve both been hoarders of books. But over time, we’ve let things go… even books! While we have minimized in so many areas, we still collect patches. This was a trendy collectible among our peer group during our university summer abroad. We all bought patches to represent the different places we visited and then we would sit around reminiscing and showing off our patches. Some of our friends sewed them on their backpacks, some glued them in albums. Lea and I just kept ours in an envelope. Recently, she bought a flat display box and started layering our patches in it. Europe, our various stateside adventures, Mexico, Canada. All our many adventures are represented in that box and we can take them out anytime to look at them and reminisce.

I wonder if our treasures in heaven are like our collection of patches. I don’t have such a low opinion of God to think that our heavenly treasures are silver or gold or even a “mansion over the hilltop.” I wonder if the treasures we lay up for ourselves in heaven are the memories of every good deed, every beloved friend, every beautiful adventure. If they are, then I know that each year I’ve spent at this congregation, and each one of you loved ones, will be a treasure to cherish for eternity.

Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys…

Matthew 6:20