There was a study conducted by professor emeritus Robert Rosenthal of Harvard University in which he told elementary school teachers that some of their students were “intellectual bloomers.” Then the teachers were told the students names, who had been randomly selected, and also told that those particular students would excel in the forthcoming year.
It was all spurious information and those “bloomers” were actually no different from any other student in the class. The only difference was their teachers’ expectations and because of that expectation those students did significantly better than the other students by the end of the year.
Expectations, we all have them. I was sitting at a red light one day and queried myself as to why I seem to catch all the red lights. Immediately I sensed a voice asking, “Do you expect to catch all red lights?” I knew instantly that the message was about expectations and what I speak over myself. From that point I changed my speech and declared, as well as thought, I receive mostly green lights.
I was telling my wife this story the other day while driving back from Massachusetts and we laughed and laughed as I actually received green light after green light. Now I am not saying there was any divine intervention on the road with traffic lights, but I am saying my expectations changed, my thoughts changed and my speech changed while there was a necessary shift in my life. It may sound trivial, but I really do believe that our expectations can become self-fulfilling prophecy.
What are you speaking over yourself?
I have a theory and I believe the testimony of hundreds of married couples backs up this theory. The theory is the more sex you have outside of marriage, the less sex you have within marriage.
I first wrote this and shared it with a victim of rape. She was deeply hurting, feeling victimized and of course dealing with shame. If the enemy of our soul can keep us in shame and victimization, he will keep us from future effectiveness. Perhaps something written below will speak to you and help with something you still feel from your past or maybe a friend is in need of it.
“I grew up in a Hindu family and was introduced to the worship of many gods,” said my new friend. “However, those ‘gods’ as I grew older, became more and more aggressive, unfriendly, demanding and evil.” Her family told her this familiarity was highly favored and to be embraced, but nothing about this world felt favorable to her. At the age of sixteen, someone introduced her to Jesus and she received Him and His love into her heart. She told me there was a profound change in her life and she soon realized that the “gods” she carried with her were actually demonic presences or spirits meant to torment her. She wanted them gone from her life.
I really enjoy thatching my lawn every spring for several reasons. The most obvious is that a long winter season is coming to an end, the birds are singing and the perennial flowers are breaking through the earth’s surface. Secondly, I love working outside, especially after a cold spell that keeps you held captive to the indoors. Third, it is meaningful that my heavenly Father has provided a place for me to live and enjoy and lastly, most of all, thatching is a reminder of God’s ability to remove the old, unwanted and dead vegetation that is no longer productive.
I could barely believe the conversation that was going on in front of me. It was impossible not to hear. The international airline lounge was packed with weary travelers and I needed to stay put while waiting for my flight. I’ll get back to this story later and tell you about the specifics of this conversation, but first let’s consider a hard question.
Individuals are “hooking up” at the workplace, on social media and along the sidelines of their kids sporting events. We tend to have an insatiable desire for understanding and a listening ear and when we receive that from someone other than our spouse, we are walking on shaky ground.

What does the resurrection of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, mean to you?
I grew up without a fear of dogs until one cold and snowy day. While sledding at my neighbor’s house, their mean-spirited German Shepherd was released from his chain (a big chain I might add). He chose to go after me while on my sled and bite me in my meatier portion through several pair of pants. I immediately went home crying. Later, around age 15, I was riding my motorcycle past a neighboring farm and their mongrel decided he didn’t like motorcycle riders. He actually caught me, made a leap straight up and latched on to my left arm. I had several really nice puncture wound, landing my mother and me at the Dr. for a tetanus shot and wound care.


A number of years ago my wife and I visited some churches in the nation of Rwanda. We were responding to an invitation to share marriage principles with these lovely, but broken people. Just leaving the airport, we were told by our hosts, “But first, you will visit the genocide museum.” Mary and I could hardly speak after seeing those images and reading about what happened in this war-torn nation. We were wrecked from the inside out and, quite honestly, our hearts ached. It was difficult to gather our emotional selves for the service that evening. As we looked into the Rwandan’s eyes that night, we wondered what images they carried with them.