Why We March

This morning, while I was praying, I began to pray for the people in DC, who are marching for LIFE. I began to reflect on the world we live and the beliefs that have shaped and molded us, good and bad.

It dawned on me, really in a way that never dawned on me before, that I am alive. And if you’re reading this, so are you. Crazy right?

It hit me like a ton of bricks (I don’t know why we say that; I’ve never seen a ton of bricks much less gotten hit by one) that I had a 50/50 chance of never being born. Of never breathing my first breath. Of never meeting my parents, my wife, my kids or the many people who have shared in this journey of my life.

I was born, I guess more importantly – conceived, after Jan. 22, 1973 And because of this, my mom could’ve decided to end my life before giving birth to me and would’ve been legal. And no-one would’ve known the difference.

At least not anyone who I hadn’t met yet. Not anyone who my life hadn’t impacted. Like my friends who are who they are because I have been part of their life. Or the many teens, core members, parents, coworkers, colleagues, strangers who I pray that my life has blessed. And Alesha, who has blest me probably more than I will ever bless her, but none the less. And the world would’ve never known my kids- Jay, Cecilia and Noah. Or my grandkids, who we still haven’t met.

You see, if you were conceived after 1973, your chances of being born were just like mine – 50/50. And if you hadn’t been born, because of a court decision, the world would be very different today. There would be a void. Because we, you and I, are unique, and one of a kind and are here because God created us on purpose AND with a purpose.

So today, as thousands of our friends March in DC, thank your mom for saying YES. Cause your life HAS impacted the world you live in.

And this is WHY WE MARCH!



“Lord if it is you; command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” {Matt. 14: 28-29}

Have you ever felt like your life just didn’t make sense? Has it ever seemed like you were learning to breath and walk and live all over again? Maybe it is just me, but lately I feel like my life is foolish. And that the way I am living makes no sense. But then I am reminder that is what it usually looks like to walk with the Lord. It’s what this Sunday’s Gospel is all about.

“Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus.” {Matt 14:29} I know you’ve heard the story before. But read it again. “Peter GOT OUT of the boat and began to WALK ON THE WATER…” He wasn’t getting out the boat to swim or ski or anything like that. He got out of the boat with every intention to WALK on the water.

Now, I’ve never prided myself to be good at any of the sciences, but I’m pretty sure it is IMPOSSIBLE for people to walk on water. And I am also fairly confident that a man like Peter, who made his living as a fisherman would know that. Still he got out the boat to WALK on the water.

Why would he do it? Cause Jesus said “Come.”

And isn’t that enough?

Isn’t that the call he heard from Jesus on the shores of the Galilee (Matt. 4:9)? For Peter, all it took was Jesus to say “come.” It didn’t have to make sense. It didn’t have to look right. It didn’t have to feel right. The world didn’t have to understand.

It was enough.

My life doesn’t always make sense. I don’t always understand what the Lord is asking when He says “come.” And when I can’t see where He is or what it is He’s asking me to come to, staying in the boat makes more sense.

But I want to be like Peter. I desire to be like Peter. I want to get out of the boat. I want to stand on the water with Jesus. I don’t want to be afraid or get too comfortable in the boat. Cause life on the water is what we are made for. We are made for Jesus.

I pray that we, you and I, can all respond like Peter when the Lord says to us “Come.”

How is the Lord beckoning you to “Come?” And what are your fears in following? Invite him in to that.



Last year in pre-K, Jay was given a test. Some of you may remember this. He was asked his name. To which he quickly exclaimed with confidence “J-A-Y Perkins, IV, Superhero, Ninja Turtle, Power Ranger, Transformer!” His teacher went back and forth with him. What’s your 1st name? “John.” What’s your last name? “Transformer.” He definitely knew who he was.

Every day I get to drop Jay off at school. And most days I get to pick him up from school. I love picking him up and finding out about his day. He always tells me about what they ate (food is very important in my family), who played with and what they played. Almost every day I ask if he learned anything. His response is usually always the same. “Yes, but I can’t remember.”

Yesterday, he looked a little sad when he climbed in my truck. He wasn’t his usual, bouncing-off-the-walls, full of joy and enthusiasm, self. I asked him what was bothering him? He put his head down and said, “I lost my superpowers today.” He wasn’t quite sure how. But he knew he had. “And if I don’t get them back tomorrow, I may never have them again.”

His words really stuck with me. I began to think of them in light of our Lord’s words in the Gospel of Matthew (18:2-4). What is we at one point were aware that we had lost our “superpowers?” But as we got older, we just accepted it and continued through life. What if we didn’t accept the current condition of our lives. What if we could regain our superpowers? What if we didn’t have to live without them?

Those of you who know me, know that my boyhood hero is Superman. There’s a moment in the movie “Superman 2” where Clark Kent returns to the Fortress of Solitude to confess to his father that he has failed. He gave up his superpowers and has to return to his father to regain them.

You and I don’t have to live in our own Fortress of Solitude. We don’t have to live without our “superpowers.” Our Father wants to restore our superpowers. All we have to do is ask him. He is a generous dad, always ready to give, to heal, to restore.

I called Alesha yesterday after she picked Jay up from school. She put Jay on the phone. I asked him if he got his superpowers back. “Yeah dad!”

“Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, 3 you will not enter the kingdom of heaven…” Matthew 18:3

Are we there yet?

Have you ever spent a day with a 5 year old? Their minds are little sponges. They want to know about everything. It seems like they are constantly asking questions about how and why?

Yesterday I took Jay to our hunting camp. We left our house early that morning. The camp is about an hour drive. According to the little guy “It’s too long.” The whole way there, it seemed like he was constantly asking questions about everything. In fact, the whole day he never stopped asking questions. But on the way there the question that kept coming up was “are we almost there yet?”

Isn’t that the famous question of kids when driving? It doesn’t matter if you’re going 10 minutes down the road, an hour away or 6 hours for vacation – same question over and over – “when are we going to be there? It’s taking too long!”

We had a great day at the camp. When we got in my truck to head home, he was covered in dirt. From head to toe, there wasn’t a part of his body that didn’t have dirt on it or in it – the sign of a fun day at the camp in the life of a 5 year old boy.

When we got on the interstate (or freeway for all my friends living outside of South Louisiana) to head home, he said to me “Dad, can you leave me alone for a little minute? I need to rest.” And with that, he was fast asleep, confident that his dad could get him home.

As I reflected on our day, his question “Are we there yet? It’s taking too long” is what kept coming to the forefront of my mind. Is that not what we ask our Father when we are on our journey to Him? To be in relationship with him – in communion. To be the men or women He created us to be.

It is called holiness. When we become whole in whom our Father has created us to be. But in order to achieve that, we have to develop our relationship with Him. We have to overcome our own selfishness and sinfulness. I don’t know about you, but too often I get impatient with myself in this journey. I begin telling the Lord that “it’s taking too long.”

In the end, all we need to do is rest in the presence of our Father. He alone can reveal who we are. He alone will give us all that is needed to overcome the sinfulness and selfishness.

My prayer is that I can rest in the presence of my Father. Knowing with confidence He is going to get me home.

What are we doing?

As the summer draws to a close and the school year upon us, I have been reflecting over this past summer. It has been a summer where I have tried to be mindful of my family. My job as a Youth Minister requires many nights away from the family. And juggling my primary vocation and my job can be quite a balancing act.

But this summer, with Alesha and the kids out of school and at home, we’ve spent many mornings sleeping in and spending quality time with the kids. I can’t believe how fast they are growing up. It seems like yesterday we brought a new baby (Jay) home from the hospital, and this week he’ll be starting kindergarten.

As I’ve reflected over the time we’ve been blessed with this summer, and I’ve began to prepare for a new year of school and youth ministry, I’ve tried to pinpoint the lessons of this summer. As many of you know, the Lord definitely teaches me about His heart for us through the craziness of my kids.

Last week, the Lord brought to the forefront of my mind something that Jay did every single morning this summer. As Alesha and I would lie in bed, morning after morning, we would here a loud thumb as this 3 foot nothing kid jumped out of bed. That was immediately followed by the pitter patter of little feet running to our bedroom door. And every day, as he ran into our room, he would exclaim with enthusiasm, “What are we doing today!?”

Recently in my journey with the Lord, I have come to the realization that most of my movements, personally and in ministry, have been MY movements. Meaning, rarely did I ever stop to ask the Lord what He wanted to do? Or where He was leading?

As of late, I have been trying to be mindful of asking the Lord to lead me (as a husband, as a father, as a man and as youth minister). If I am going to be completely honest, I am still “leading the Lord” more than I am surrendering to His movements.

But as I continue to reflect on Jay’s morning question, “What are we doing today?” I am beginning to realize if this life is going to make sense. If I am going to be the man (husband, father, youth minister) that the Lord knows I can be, I have to ask the Lord every morning, “What are we doing today?”

Once again, my little man, in all his 5 year old glory, is teaching me how to approach the Lord. So as we begin this new year of school and ministry, please pray for me to ask the Lord “what He has planned.”

Imagine what the world would be like if we allowed the Lord to lead us instead of telling Him what needs to be done. Where is the Lord leading you today? What does He have planned?

“Ask and it will be given to you…” (Matthew 7:7)