Author: Gary Black

What would make you stay in prison?

Over Thanksgiving this past year my mom was at her end. She had been on hospice care for over a year and a half at home, her strength was gone, she was in the hospital, and her rare, unexplained disease had taken its final toll. My father called me on the phone so I could say goodbye to my mother for the last time. Gasping for air, her voice very weak, she said, “I love you son, you were the best a mom could have hoped for.” I held my tears back just long enough to say, “I love...

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Not knowing…

This time between Christmas and New Years always seems like a threshold to me. It’s a week of waiting, watching, and not really knowing. One of the things I have learned the most these past three years is how to live in a “liminal” space, the “in-between” or “threshold” space. “Liminal” comes from the Latin word “limens,” which means “threshold”. It is when you have left the tried and true, comfortable place, but have not yet been able to reach or replace it with anything else. It is when you are between your old comfort zone and any possible...

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“Yes and Yes”

I am writing right now on a plane, headed back from Paris to my home in Mijas. I have spent this past week with some guys I used to minister with in the 90’s—where we used to call the youth of America to pray and fast for our nation. Back then, we called a generation to fast and pray for our leaders regarding issues of abortion, racial division, godlessness, etc. We use to hold massive week long events, known as ‘Prayer Storms’, with thousands of young people who would fast for the week. It culminated on the Washington D.C....

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A Familiar Fight

Lisa and I had just finished debriefing our World Race squad and decided to go on a walk. It was midnight in Athens, Greece, and we were a few miles away from our hotel. I was hard at work, trying to distract my bride because I wanted to get a jump on getting my 10,500 steps in for the day! (Noah, Tom Davis, Chris Scott and a few others have the App “Stepz” and are in an unspoken competition on our daily steps)! After a mile or so, Lisa realized what I was doing. She lovingly punched my shoulder and demanded a taxi. After all, it was after midnight, and Athens is not the safest city in the world, so I flagged a cab for us. The driver was in his early seventies and spoke fairly good English. Of course, I asked him about his life and how long he had been driving taxis. He told us about his wife, waiting at home and his three children, now all in their forties. When I asked how many grandchildren he had, he pulled the car over. He looked over his shoulder and into the back seat and asked me, “Are you a grandfather?” I said, “Yes, I am, and she is almost three!” What he did next brought tears to our eyes. This old Greek cab driver started clapping very...

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The journey of the sword, continued…

I know what it feels like to give up. As I shared in the previous blog, along my own journey, I laid down my sword. I stopped fighting for myself, for my family, for what had been entrusted to me. In a short span of time, we left our home in Swaziland abruptly, moved back to Colorado Springs, and lost our son Michael. I stayed in a stupor for a few years afterward, unable to muster the strength to carry on, let alone to walk in the fullness of life. I simply gave up. During those years, Lisa used to beg me and rebuke me, “Black, when are you going to pick up your sword again? We need you to fight!” I was 23 years old when my girlfriend called to tell me she was pregnant. Initially I felt shock, followed by numbness, and then the most evil of my thoughts—of abortion and of running away—crossed my mind. Eventually, my upbringing kicked in. My Spirit Man awoke and said, “But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord,” (Joshua 24:15). I knew at that moment—against the warnings from loved ones– I would marry this girl and raise my son as a man of God. That day, I laid down my life of living for myself on my own terms. The drinking, drugs, late night parties, and...

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