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Tuesdays with the Loucks’
Aug 25th
Finn is five months today. He’s got 2 teeth and is learning how to move. He’s very different than Nora was at his age. Not better, not worse, just different.
Nora talks. And then talks some more. Then she’ll talk even more. You want to talk about the moon? Nora’s in. You want to talk about Mickey Mouse? Nora does too. She’s a great little conversationalist and it’s been so great getting to know her personality.
Here’s a peak into our lives on an average Tuesday night:
Advice to Finn
Aug 11th
My son is four and half months old. Much like his sister, he has a terrific personality and is treasured by Ema and myself. I’ve been thinking of a few things that I want Finn to grow to understand over his life and I made a list. This isn’t an exhaustive list and it will undoubtedly get updated over time. But, it’s a start. So, without further ado, here’s what I hope Finn grows up understanding about life, his family, and God:
- Love well. Even when times get tough and love isn’t easy, choose to love. Though your ideas and opinions will grow in complexity as you age and experience more life, keep in mind the simplicity of loving God and loving others. If your life isn’t leading you to love well, do some serious engaging of your habits, practices, and intentions. You’re a good boy. I can tell already. Love well and you’ll be loved well.
- Define your masculinity by compassion. As you will figure out, you were born into a family of strong men (your dad withstanding). The Loucks’ are made up of generations of blue collar, construction working, strong-willed and opinionated men. We often seek to define ourselves by our physical strength and physical merits. In the end, son, that doesn’t matter. The real men that I look up to aren’t the ones with veiny muscles who can bench a Buick or can hunt wolves with their bare hands, but those that love their spouses, seek justice, and care about what happens in this world enough to do something. If, at the end of your life, you’ve loved your spouse and your children and your God well, and you’ve looked out for the poor, the widow, and the orphan, then you’ve lived the life of a good man. Let that define your masculinity.
- Love your mother. There will be times that you won’t understand why your mom and I do what we do. These times might lead you to be angry at us. There is no doubt that your mother is going to be overprotective. It’s who she is and it’s a very important part of why I love her so much. Don’t get upset because she doesn’t want you do something that she feels will endanger you. You and Nora are just too important to her to want to risk any harm. Ever since she was a little girl she’s dreamed of being a mother and you and Nora exceed any of her expectations for good little boys and girls. Until you get married, you won’t find a woman that will love you or care for you more than her. Even after you get married, she’ll be giving your spouse a run for her money. But, don’t ever harbor anger or ill-will at her, it will only break her heart. She loves you too much. Understand her and love her well.
- Ask questions. Don’t ever be afraid to ask, “why”. Some of the most important times that I’ve had exploring truth, God, and the divine have been when I’ve asked, “why”. Though I don’t have many of the answers I’ve asked questions about, I’ve been given a sense of contentment in the unknown. Some people will try to get you to accept the status quo. ”It is because it is,” they will say. It is ok to not accept that and to seek out deeper meaning and to say, “It is because I’ve experienced and found.” You were meant for great things and to discover is to ask. In this life, ask yourself, “Is this right?” If you’ve come to the conclusion based on what you believe to be true morally and spiritually that something is NOT right, then do something about it. Don’t let injustice live without being a part of the solution.
- Read a lot of books and the newspaper. I don’t even know if the newspaper will exist by the time you enter adulthood but, regardless, read whatever form of news media you can. Your dad isn’t overly political but I like to be well informed. This is the world and culture and environment that God has given you to flourish. Know it and live in it. Because of the nature of what I do, I have the privilege of getting to read a lot of really fascinating books. Just recently, I started picking up some of the classics. Reading is important because it helps you to understand other stories while living within them yourself. When you read Huckleberry Finn, pretend that you’re Huck while you read it and look through that lens. Then, look through the lens of Jim. You’ll be given a picture of two lives that will be unlike yours but ones that can be learned from and enjoyed. Books, unlike any other media, let you live in them in great ways that I don’t think film and television will let you (though I enjoy those forms of media as well).
- Forgive your dad. I believe that I’ve been given a calling by God to lead an incredible community of Christ-following people in LaPorte. It’s something that gives me so much joy and fulfillment. But, at times, I can forget that you, your sister, and your mother are a more important calling. There will be seasons that I work too much. There will be seasons where, though I pledge to try and fight it, I will be grumpy, frustrated, and defeated. Always know that the happiest moments of my day are those that I step in the doors of our home and greet the family that I love. I won’t be perfect. My dad wasn’t perfect and his dad wasn’t either. At some point in your life you’ll have to come to that conclusion. But, my hope in spite of the faults that will undoubtedly be uncovered, is that you’ll know that you don’t have a bigger fan in this life than your dad. I love you, bud.
What about the rest of the parents that read this blog? What advice would you give your children right now?
Worth It All
Mar 27th
Ema is still in the hospital. We’ll be here for at least another day, probably longer. There was some complications with her epidural that left her with too much air in her spinal area. For those of you that have experienced anything like this, you’ll know that it can be tremendously painful. Ema is on bed rest. Her bed is such that her feet are higher than her head to try and keep the air from getting to her brain. They’ve also got her on some pretty intense drugs to help with the pain. The doctors believe that time is the greatest medicine in this situation. When the air passes through her system or gets absorbed within, the pain will subside.
Ema’s in a tremendous amount of pain. But helping to mask the pain and giving her a glimmer of hope is our son; Finn. When he’s in her arms, the pain gets a little less and her demeanor changes. It’s almost as if he was born just so she could hold him in her arms. The way a mother loves and comforts her children is a love that is unique. It’s beautiful to watch. It’s incredible to experience.
“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you; and you will be comforted over Jerusalem.” (Isa. 66.13)
Finley Jay Loucks
Mar 25th
Coming up with names for our kids has been difficult for Ema and I. We’re fairly indecisive people anyway so when you add the stress of “this will be their name for the rest of their LIFE, don’t screw it up Loucks”, name-picking becomes an exercise of tense exploration. I resolved to just throwing my hands in the air and calling him “Brutus”. Ema didn’t go along.
My daughter (Nora Denise Loucks) was named after my mother; Denise. Nora’s initials match mine (NDL) and my father’s. We happened to be at a wedding when Ema was pregnant where there was a baby named Nora and my wife (and eventually myself) fell in love with the name. Two years after her birth, she’s very much a “Nora”. It’s funny how you can debate and stress over your child’s name and then it takes a certain evolution into being “them”. I can’t imagine her a Sarah, Rebecca, or Gwendolyn. She’s Nora.
Finley Jay Loucks. We first noticed the name Finley in 2007 when my wife was pregnant with Nora. As embarrassing as our discovery of the name might be, it’s the truth; we saw it in the movie the Notebook (Kevin Connolly’s character). Finley caught our attention and we decided that if we had a boy, we would keep it in consideration. Throughout the last nine months, we talked about different names but my wife was always fairly sure that she was carrying a “Finley”. I’ve always held the belief that one of the given name’s should have some sort of meaning behind them. Finley is named after my uncle; Jay. Jay and I have a close bond. He’s my uncle, friend, pastor, and my very own personal Mr. Magoo.
So, that’s the story behind my kid’s names. What about you? Any specific reason as to why you named your children what you named them?
A Tickle… Fight
Feb 16th
Tickle Fight! from Nate Loucks on Vimeo.
The above video was shot last Friday. It’s a video of my daughter (Nora) and nephew (Rhys) tickling my other nephew (Liam). I wasn’t quite sure if they were tickling Liam at the time or hurting him. But, he seemed to love it. Nora hasn’t really figured out how to tickle yet. She does more of an arm sweep across the body (which can lead to eye pokings, scratches, and the occasional tickle). I love these kids. I’m looking forward to having our (still incubating) son join the group. Four more weeks and he’s due…
The Loucks’ in Romania II
Sep 7th
A Letter to My Unborn Child
Aug 23rd
Dear Baby Loucks,
Let me start off by saying, “I love you.” From the moment your mother told me that you were to be, I’ve loved you. We’re nearly 6 months from your out-of-womb arrival and you already fill my thoughts. Your sister, Nora, does as well.
It’s not that I’m obsessed with you in that fatherly overbearing way (though I’d put money on me being overbearing eventually). It’s more that I believe in you and your potential. I often find myself dreaming about what you will be and how you will be it. Will you be a doctor? Perhaps an English professor? An accountant? A garbage truck driver? Will you be compassionate? Daring? Funny? Quite frankly, I’m still in the stage wondering if you’re going to be a boy or girl (for the record, mommy thinks you’re going to be a girl and I think you’re going to be a boy. Your mommy is usually right about… well… most things.) Whatever it is that you will become, I believe in you. I will be your biggest fan, your greatest ally, and your best encourager. I’m your dad and I love you.
Though you’re roughly the size of a lime, I’ve read that your head comprises nearly half your total size. Proportionately, you’ll never have a better brain-to-body ratio even as a big-headed Loucks child. So, let me give you some simple advice as your cognitive development furthers. It’s good to know these things now and expect a quiz on March 19th.
Your mother is the most important person in my life. I love her like no other. Without question, you’ve hit the jackpot in the baby lottery. You’ve got a tremendous mommy. She will love you well. And, even though you’re killing her with whatever is causing the nausea, she will forget about it the moment she sees you. You, me, and Nora are her life. She loves like a mommy should love.
Your sister is the first born; expect first born tendencies. She will surely know what’s best for you even better than you know for yourself. She will likely give you advice. It’s the duty of the oldest sibling. There’s no doubt in my mind that you will be her baby. We love Nora. She will be our one and only first born child. As a father, there’s nothing that I would like more for you two than to love each other well. One day your mom and I will be gone and it’s been my experience that your siblings are your best connection to who you were, who you are, and who you’re going to be.
Finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you about what consumes my prayers. I pray that you will be a strong, courageous, God-loving, justice-seeking, peace-filled, compassionate boy/girl that knows that they are meant for amazing things. It’s a privilege to be your dad. March 19th, come quick!
Always know that daddy loves you. – Your dad
Update From a Negligent Blogger
May 4th
I am a terrible blogger. I realized this many years ago. When life gets going, usually it’s my blog that it the first to go. It’s likely that my priorities are in the right place, yet still, I can’t help but feel like a negligent father with a lonely blog/son. But, there are some things I HAVE been doing and my excuses are (as follows)…
1. Spending time with these incredible ladies…

My wife and daughter.
2. Rethinking the future of the LC. Things at church are going to get very interesting in the next few years. I’m excited to be serving along side of some really incredible, outside-of-the-box people that want to help people take their next step towards Jesus Christ.
3. Reading the Blue Parakeet by Scot McKnight. He’s lay attempt at writing on Biblical interpretation is spot on. As I was reading, I found myself flipping the pages and reading many things that I had thought but couldn’t put into words as well as McKnight does. I recommend it to all the LC people that want to be stretched in their understanding of interpretation.
I will return this week to the series on my greatest spiritual influences. If all goes well, I’ll have one to post tomorrow. But, don’t hold your breath!
Six Years Ago
Apr 14th
Six years ago today, I asked a girl on a date. Fortunately for me, she said yes. Ever since that day, I’ve been falling more in love with my wife. I’m so grateful that she allowed me to enter her life that day. She’s my best friend.
Here’s a video we made for my daughter to show how her mom and dad fell in love…
My Weekend in Pictures
Apr 5th

Nora chillaxing.

Ema and I were wondering if Nora had a neck. This picture is our smoking gun.

Daddy's hat almost fits her. Give it another year.

Nora has four teeth. She wants you to see for yourself.

600 eggs, a bunch of kids, a ton of fun.

Nora found just one egg. According to her affectionate care, it was the best.


