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Daniel Grothe

@mrdanielgrothe

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One of the most important words in the bible is “remember”, we don’t have to forget what God has done. Let’s remember the days we’re living and gain wisdom from our own stories. by @mrdanielgrothe

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8 months ago

Happy birthday @mrdanielgrothe ! 🎉 We’re so thankful for your leadership. Thank you for leading our church with wisdom, humility and a genuine love for people.

Help us celebrate Daniel today! Drop a happy birthday in the comments and if you see him in the lobby, make sure you give him a high five! by @mrdanielgrothe

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12 days ago

Sweet September

Football photo credit: @squierstudios
Wedding photo credit: @_ashleekay by @mrdanielgrothe

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14 days ago

For Mr. Virgil Amos, a celebration:

-Celebrated his 84th birthday today in church

-He was married to his late wife, Martha, for 62 years

-2 daughters

-Multiple grandchildren and great grandchildren

-He has served the Lord in 72 countries, and he and his wife were missionaries for 10 years, notably for 8 years living in Iran

-He is still active counseling pastors and missionaries all over the US

-Attends New Life faithfully on Sundays, showing up at 7:45am for 9am service to be available to pray for and minister to others

-Still actively traveling for ministry opportunities all around the world

-He is still full of life, and the Fire still burns in his bones

Mr. Virgil is everything I could want to be. And I’m continuing to learn from his example. Thanks be to God for a sage still living among us as a witness.

Happy birthday, man of God! I love you. We love you. taken in New Life Church by @mrdanielgrothe

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This is my little friend, Dom.

As of August 17th, Dominik was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer called rhabdomyosarcoma.

Dom has now had his port implanted in his chest for treatment and is undergoing rounds of chemotherapy. He and his incredible parents have been living a whirlwind of appointments, tests, appointments, tests, appointments, procedures, and more tests for the last month. And I’m asking you to pray for Dom and his family.

Just call his name in the presence of Jesus. “Dom! Lord, help Dom! Lord, heal Dom. Be good to Dom. Strengthen Dom and all of his family. Give rest to Dom. Long life to Dom. Lord Jesus, get rid of that tumor near his eye.”

His hair has fallen out because of the chemo. All of his friends have hair. His parents told me today at church that Dom walked in and when the sermon started, Dom pointed up at me. “Look, Dad. Daniel doesn’t have hair. He has a head like me!” That melted me. I’d go bald in a thousand lifetimes for just that one moment. 🤣🤍

And seriously, I’m begging you to join me in calling Dom’s name in prayer.

Lord Jesus, heal our friend, Dom.

And all God’s people said, “Amen!” taken in New Life Church by @mrdanielgrothe

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Pastor Melvin Waters.

Today we celebrated 30 years of him doing the most sincere and sacred pastoral ministry right here among us at New Life Church.

I met Pastor Mel when I was 10 years old! He and his bride, Betsy, had been married for just four months when they moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma for him to get his masters degree at Oral Roberts University. He had just retired from a distinguished 20-year career in the United States Air Force. He was in charge of overseeing every fighter jet on the North American continent. After serving his country, he hung up his wings to start a second career serving God’s people. So when they got to Tulsa, they walked into Victory Church where my parents served and we were off to the races. Fast friends.

After getting a theology degree in Tulsa, he and Betsy moved back to Colorado Springs to start working at New Life Church. That was 30 years ago now. And when Lisa and I showed up at New Life 21 years ago, Mel and I became colleagues.

He has officiated hundreds of funerals in those years. Hundreds of weddings. Hundreds of hospital visits and home visits and counseling appointments. Hundreds of baptisms. And there is no quantifying his love, or his value among us as a people, or the ways that he has helped keep this church together through so many years of joy *and* suffering.

And joy is his greatest mark. You won’t be able to be around Pastor Mel without howling in laughter.

I don’t know who I’d be without him. I don’t even want to entertain the thought.

Would you join me in praising the Lord for Mel Waters?! by @mrdanielgrothe

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[An excerpt from my book, THE POWER OF PLACE]

“I take literally the statement in the Gospel of John that God loves the world.” - Wendell Berry

Many of you are familiar with an old Italian monk named St. Benedict who called for vows of stability in place. Now it’s time to meet an old monkish farmer from Port Royal, Kentucky who has lived those vows for 86 years. His name is Wendell Erdman Berry.

Mr. Berry is one of the most sophisticated men of letters in the last hundred years. As a poet, essayist, and acclaimed novelist, he was awarded the National Humanities Medal by President Obama in 2010 for outstanding achievements in history, literature, education and cultural policy. But he is a farmer first, and all of his writing has been one long extended parable arising from his family’s work in the fields.

The undulating hills that make up his Lane’s Landing farm are the same hills that his Kentucky ancestors have farmed for seven generations. The long line of agrarians from which he comes have kept Henry County in corn, wheat, alfalfa, soybeans and—before the damning Surgeon General’s Report of 1965—tobacco since the early 1800s.

In his early twenties, Berry left the only life he had ever known in rural Kentucky to attend California’s prestigious Stanford University. He was fellowshipped at the university and invited to study under Wallace Stegner, the literary legend and Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist. Almost overnight, Berry had gone from a small farmhand to a high society sophisticate, from a blue-collar worker to a white-collar conversationalist at the country club. His star was on the rise and in his mid-twenties, Berry found himself gallivanting around the globe as a Guggenheim Fellow, which took him to France and Italy for studies with some of the world’s greats. From there, he moved to The Big Apple to teach at New York University (NYU) in the Bronx.

But when he turned 30, Wendell and his bride, Tanya, suddenly packed their bags and returned home to Kentucky. Why would he do this? Why squander his growing influence and the opportunities the big city would afford?

[cont’d at link in bio…PLEASE FOLLOW IT! Pleeeeease…] by @mrdanielgrothe

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Wendell Erdman Berry.

He is America’s Patron Saint of Place. I get the sense that he took some small pleasure in that phrase, a phrase I wrote to—and about—him in the first letter I wrote him, even if he deflected and demurred in the letter he wrote me back. “Patron Saint of Place? Maybe I’m eligible to be a patron of some sort, but by now I’m too well acquainted with myself to apply for sainthood.”

Warm. Winsome. Wise. And also full of prophetic piss and vinegar. In 1978, he shocked a nation to attention with his The Unsettling of America.

Over his 70-year literary career, I’m not sure who has done more than Berry. My shelves overfloweth.

He famously fled New York City in the height of his ascendancy. He’d studied under Wallace Stegner. He was a Guggenheim Fellow. The Stanford elite were claiming him as one of their burgeoning boys. He had the big world, the bright lights, the bold and the beautiful and the powerful jockeying for his attention. But he could tell he was at risk of losing his soul. Because his soul was back in Kentucky. He was dying. Home was calling. He answered and moved back to the fields of his father and mother.

People warned him—and even, in a way, threatened him—that he’d never be heard from again if he passed up his opportunity to solidify his platform. “You can’t turn this down, Wendell. This is your moment. Nobody will ever hear from you again if you leave the city. This is the place where it all happens.”

[Cont’d in comments…] by @mrdanielgrothe

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God loves us. God will never not love us. God has always loved us. Period. taken in New Life Church by @mrdanielgrothe

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Waking up this week with missing pieces in my home. Pieces that all fit together so beautifully this summer. I got used to the way she fit right back in to the flow of the family. The girl to girl side ways laughter, the sweet memories made, the day to day normalcy of having her around. And it is so right for her to go back to college. I am so happy for her, AND I will miss the heck out of her.

Those of you launching college students for the first time over the next few weeks, here is one piece of advice Daniel and I have from our first go around at this last year: discuss your “goodbye.” Have a plan, you and your kid. Where will you be, who will pray, who will turn and walk away first. Just kind of hash it out so you can have a plan. It sounds silly, but it will help. We got caught off guard last year, we thought we could walk Lillian to her dorm room, but they locked parents out at night so there we were, standing outside her dorm, praying, giving hugs and shedding tears. It was all beautiful and sweet, but it was so hard to go ok, I guess we will turn and walk away now, get on a plane and see you in a few months. Discuss what you all want it to look like, so you can be present in the moment.

No matter the season, grace to you parents as you launch your people into the next thing. by @mrdanielgrothe

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Migration madness’26

A further push west into the @maratriangle at Olarro crossing point this evening. The show carries on….

@sokomotoimages private guiding for @nigelarchersafaris taken in Mara Triangle by @mrdanielgrothe

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Today, Lisa and I begin our 22nd year as residents of Colorado Springs. We came here from Tulsa, Oklahoma, having been married 13 days. I had been offered a job at New Life Church, and Lisa had been offered a job teaching at The Classical Academy.

We had our wedding day, we went to Mexico for 6 days, and then we came back to pack a 27-foot Penske truck that would be sparsely populated with the items from our wedding registry—and, for those of you who got us fitted out, we are still using the Pottery Barn bowls and plates you bought us! Our parents graciously allowed us to take scraps of furniture from their homes. We bought a kitchen table at a garage sale.

We had one car for the first 15 months of our marriage. It was Lisa’s white Dodge Durango. She already had a career going and had a little money in her hip pocket. I was two months out of college and slightly less solvent.

When we moved here from Tulsa, we were leaving all four of our parents and a thousand friends that we loved. My whole life had been in Tulsa. We knew God had called us to go to Colorado Springs, and there was joy around it, but there was also a lot of grief...

[cont’d in comments below…] by @mrdanielgrothe

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