Ok, this has nothing to do with "ethos."
I watched a few moments of a youtube video the other day. The only reason (Joe) that I only watched a few moments had nothing to do with a dislike for the video itself, but during the video a life had to be saved or something. Remember, I'm in the life-saving business. Actually, I help others lose their life so that it might be saved, but now we are dealing with semantics. On second actually, a lot of my time is spent listening to those who just "need some help with some assistance" because they came here for work but lost their job because of an injury and they are without a place to live because they had an argument with the person they were staying with but they just started a new job however they won't start until Monday and then won't get paid until after that. Oh yeah, and they have to get back to Knoxville because their mother/aunt/daughter/dog is real bad sick and is going to have surgery/about to die and could I just give them some gas money to get back there by tonight? I forgot, they are also hungry because they haven't eaten since yesterday so anything I can give would be fine. The other thing is that they will probably be at church this Sunday.
On the youtube video (link here), I learned about "thinking about thinking." I am thinking about thinking about thinking about it right now. The side note is that I am impressed and soothed by the announcer voice. The idea in the video that struck me was that when reading to children you need to work to keep them interested in the story, or (and this is the greatest part!) convince them that they are interested in the story itself helping them realize that the story "matters." In spite of the overuse of italics, I think you see why this fascinated me. I know that this sounds arrogant, but I am convinced that most don't know that they are supposed to care. In other words, they don't care to care. How do you make someone care? About anything???
I will go back soon to watch the rest of the video to find out!
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Ethos, What is Our Role? (cont'd)
To continue, I believe that the first answer that needs to be found is if the Church knows it is mostly irrelevant to society OR if the Church even cares if it is irrelevant. I posed this question to our local congregation nearly seven years ago:
(1) I believe that most congregations really don't know that they have lost touch with the world around them. Their idea of the Christian walk is to attend "church" on Sundays and Wednesdays, and discuss the fact that those in church ought to do good, and how big a shame it is for those outside the church to do bad! Perhaps they believe that some will just walk into the door begging to be changed. I am not denying that this has happened at times, and it is unexplainable except for the drawing grace of God; but this is definitely not the norm. I believe that most congregations really don't know that the world doesn't know about them! Unless they have the biggest building on the square, the general population probably doesn't even know where the church building meets. The phrases on the sign mean nothing to the general populous, and they don't know all of the in's and out's of what is going on in your building. The city is not talking about who your pastor is, and they don't want to listen to your music. This is sad, but the world doesn't give a rip about most local congregations and the congregations are, I believe, totally unaware of this fact. They want their city to be saved, but they don't realize that the city doesn't know them, so how can the city know Jesus?
(2) I believe that there are some local congregations who don't care that they are irrelevant. Notice that I changed the number to "some." (if that is actually a number... kind of like the meeting I was in yesterday when the lawyer on the board said we all needed to determine how many a "majority" was. Wow!) I really believe that this is the fringe and we probably need to be content to let them handle snakes or whatever else they do. I will discuss them no further.
The issue is that whether we know that the Church has become irrelevant or not, we need to be relevant. I believe that we need to go further than that, however. I believe that we need to be "culture changing." This is not a matter of marching in the streets or protesting some cause, but to truly follow the example of Christ in the real world. Christ did not spend much time simply protesting all of the bad in the world (except for the religious people, but I digress), but he spent time showing the better way. In Biblical vernacular, He did not curse the darkness, but He shined His light and the darkness was gone. You know, it has actually been said that there is not such thing as "darkness," but that the dark was simply an absence of light. With this being said, I believe that the Church needs to be proactive in society rather than just reactive. We're great as taking those who have fallen and leading them to repentance, but when is the last time we actively worked to keep those same from falling in the first place? Being proactive means that society will start looking to the Church of ideas. We are great as taking what is going on in the world and adapting it for our needs (music, teaching methods, etc.), but when is the last time the world looked to the Church? Where is the new style of music that has never been heard before until it comes from the church? Where is the book that has never been written? Where is the method that the Church comes up with that businesses and MTV has to try to mimic?
The idea of MTV and something that came to my mind will be the work of the next continuation...
If we as a local body of believers did not exist, would it matter?I can honestly say that a lot of times it would not matter. To the question of the irrelevance mentioned above:
(1) I believe that most congregations really don't know that they have lost touch with the world around them. Their idea of the Christian walk is to attend "church" on Sundays and Wednesdays, and discuss the fact that those in church ought to do good, and how big a shame it is for those outside the church to do bad! Perhaps they believe that some will just walk into the door begging to be changed. I am not denying that this has happened at times, and it is unexplainable except for the drawing grace of God; but this is definitely not the norm. I believe that most congregations really don't know that the world doesn't know about them! Unless they have the biggest building on the square, the general population probably doesn't even know where the church building meets. The phrases on the sign mean nothing to the general populous, and they don't know all of the in's and out's of what is going on in your building. The city is not talking about who your pastor is, and they don't want to listen to your music. This is sad, but the world doesn't give a rip about most local congregations and the congregations are, I believe, totally unaware of this fact. They want their city to be saved, but they don't realize that the city doesn't know them, so how can the city know Jesus?
(2) I believe that there are some local congregations who don't care that they are irrelevant. Notice that I changed the number to "some." (if that is actually a number... kind of like the meeting I was in yesterday when the lawyer on the board said we all needed to determine how many a "majority" was. Wow!) I really believe that this is the fringe and we probably need to be content to let them handle snakes or whatever else they do. I will discuss them no further.
The issue is that whether we know that the Church has become irrelevant or not, we need to be relevant. I believe that we need to go further than that, however. I believe that we need to be "culture changing." This is not a matter of marching in the streets or protesting some cause, but to truly follow the example of Christ in the real world. Christ did not spend much time simply protesting all of the bad in the world (except for the religious people, but I digress), but he spent time showing the better way. In Biblical vernacular, He did not curse the darkness, but He shined His light and the darkness was gone. You know, it has actually been said that there is not such thing as "darkness," but that the dark was simply an absence of light. With this being said, I believe that the Church needs to be proactive in society rather than just reactive. We're great as taking those who have fallen and leading them to repentance, but when is the last time we actively worked to keep those same from falling in the first place? Being proactive means that society will start looking to the Church of ideas. We are great as taking what is going on in the world and adapting it for our needs (music, teaching methods, etc.), but when is the last time the world looked to the Church? Where is the new style of music that has never been heard before until it comes from the church? Where is the book that has never been written? Where is the method that the Church comes up with that businesses and MTV has to try to mimic?
The idea of MTV and something that came to my mind will be the work of the next continuation...
Friday, July 06, 2007
Ethos - What is our role?
First of all, let me say that when I say "our" in "our role" (see title) I am referring to the Church. As way of setup let me define some terminology:
the Church - this is the body of actual believers and followers of Christ, namely "Christians". This is not a denomination or an organization... or a building.
Christian - Again, believers in and followers of Christ (the Messiah / Son of God / grew up in Nazareth). He is both the Savior and forgivers of sins for these believers, and their master (or Lord), which means those same have actually turned from their own will and placed Christ direction and purpose above their own.
ethos - the defined culture for a community, group, or geographic region.
culture - Not just what you say you believe, but what you actually "practice" as a belief system.
Now, are we supposed to fit into the culture and work to be an agent of change, or are we supposed to develop our own culture that is truly a better option, and then invite the world to experience the new? I think the Church should be struggling with this question. This should be one of the fundamental questions that plague the leadership and the layman in the Christian community. Let me say as I begin that I think the answer is really "both", but it's not even quite as simple as that.
The church has swung on the pendulum for so long that all we deal with are extremes, and never really work to define what our proper role and thinking is. Most of modern belief system is not because believers have set in a room and prayed about how God would truly work through us, but it is because leaders were working to counter some whack-job who went off the deep end with an issue. All too often in response, leaders would go so far the other direction with their thinking to counter the "heresy" that some new whack-job belief would result on the other side. Thus, the pendulum. This has resulted in an "either / or" Christianity (where Christianity should probably be in quotes as well) rather than an "and" Christianity. The fundamental (which I realize is a loaded word) base of what Christ was all about and thereby what we Christ-followers should be all about is actually pretty much set. It is a Christianity that speaks out for what is right AND reaches out to actually do what is right. However, the pendulum swings from one to the other, with outcries on either side declaring that the others have gone too far. The reality is that all of this has had a tendency to make us (the Church) irrelevant to society in general. We don't like to hear it, but it is certainly true!
Ethos - What is our role? will continue at the next post...
the Church - this is the body of actual believers and followers of Christ, namely "Christians". This is not a denomination or an organization... or a building.
Christian - Again, believers in and followers of Christ (the Messiah / Son of God / grew up in Nazareth). He is both the Savior and forgivers of sins for these believers, and their master (or Lord), which means those same have actually turned from their own will and placed Christ direction and purpose above their own.
ethos - the defined culture for a community, group, or geographic region.
culture - Not just what you say you believe, but what you actually "practice" as a belief system.
Now, are we supposed to fit into the culture and work to be an agent of change, or are we supposed to develop our own culture that is truly a better option, and then invite the world to experience the new? I think the Church should be struggling with this question. This should be one of the fundamental questions that plague the leadership and the layman in the Christian community. Let me say as I begin that I think the answer is really "both", but it's not even quite as simple as that.
The church has swung on the pendulum for so long that all we deal with are extremes, and never really work to define what our proper role and thinking is. Most of modern belief system is not because believers have set in a room and prayed about how God would truly work through us, but it is because leaders were working to counter some whack-job who went off the deep end with an issue. All too often in response, leaders would go so far the other direction with their thinking to counter the "heresy" that some new whack-job belief would result on the other side. Thus, the pendulum. This has resulted in an "either / or" Christianity (where Christianity should probably be in quotes as well) rather than an "and" Christianity. The fundamental (which I realize is a loaded word) base of what Christ was all about and thereby what we Christ-followers should be all about is actually pretty much set. It is a Christianity that speaks out for what is right AND reaches out to actually do what is right. However, the pendulum swings from one to the other, with outcries on either side declaring that the others have gone too far. The reality is that all of this has had a tendency to make us (the Church) irrelevant to society in general. We don't like to hear it, but it is certainly true!
Ethos - What is our role? will continue at the next post...
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Smokey the Bear - Evil Incarnate
Now, most of you kids don't remember Smokey the Bear. In fact, most of my references to commercials are lost on the people around me. A while back some at the church were talking about littering or something and I said, "Yeah, you don't want to make the Indian cry." A young lady (early-mid 20's) had no idea what I was talking about. Synopsis: field covered in litter; camera pans back; back of an American Indian looking at the field; Indian turns to face camera; tear is running down his cheek. If not moving, it certainly made an impression on me enough to become a vague reference that no one gets. I digress...
Back to Smokey... Smokey the Bear was part of the Forestry department as a mascot against forest fires. At the end of every add, Smokey would point to the camera (and in the process, to me) and say, "Only YOU can prevent forest fires!" Imagine the pressure!!!! I'm only one man, and actually I was just a small boy at the time. There is no way I could ever save all of humanity. Besides, I have always considered brush fires a little overrated. Come on, it's brush. How big of a fire hazard could that cause???? This, until Monday the 25th, was my feelings on the fire in the grass.
I burned approximately 1/4 of an acres in a matter of moments. I called both the TN Forestry Dept and the local county fire department to inform them I would like to burn some brush (tree limbs and such) and to ask if I needed a permit. "No," they said, "you're fine." I go to our newly purchased land and wadded up a small ball of newspaper for something to light. I lit the paper and walked to another spot before looking back to notice that the fire was beginning to catch the grass around the brush pile. No problem, I walked over to the fire (now blazing high from 3 weeks of no rain) and realized that it was too hot to get close to. The grass fire was spreading now, and I just went for it and tried to stomp it out. No luck! Now the fire was going from the pile in 3 different directions, and then moved to 4. I decided to try to save the forest of trees on the property next to mine. I had three gallons of water that really might have well have been zero, and a rake that I broke three swats into my fire fighting. I prayed, and then actually heard a voice calling out.
"Do you have it under control?" the voice cried out. "No, help me!" I responded. I looked and it was a police officer who just happened to stop by. He called the fire department and then proceeded to try and help himself. One burned blanket later and the fire caught the trees leading into the next property on fire. "Well, there it goes," he said, and I decided it was time to sit down. Some of the fire dept got there and tried to snuff out the grass on the sides (that I had given up on) while they waited on the water. The water trucks came, and put out all of the fire. My neighbor only lost a few feet (15 or so) of his woods in a spot, and I will probably have really nice grass in my yard by the end of the summer. Right now it's black. I talked the officer out of calling me an ambulance from the smoke and heat exhaustion, and sat down to wait for Holly to come.
Man, if only I can prevent these things, there will be no trees left... ever!
Back to Smokey... Smokey the Bear was part of the Forestry department as a mascot against forest fires. At the end of every add, Smokey would point to the camera (and in the process, to me) and say, "Only YOU can prevent forest fires!" Imagine the pressure!!!! I'm only one man, and actually I was just a small boy at the time. There is no way I could ever save all of humanity. Besides, I have always considered brush fires a little overrated. Come on, it's brush. How big of a fire hazard could that cause???? This, until Monday the 25th, was my feelings on the fire in the grass.
I burned approximately 1/4 of an acres in a matter of moments. I called both the TN Forestry Dept and the local county fire department to inform them I would like to burn some brush (tree limbs and such) and to ask if I needed a permit. "No," they said, "you're fine." I go to our newly purchased land and wadded up a small ball of newspaper for something to light. I lit the paper and walked to another spot before looking back to notice that the fire was beginning to catch the grass around the brush pile. No problem, I walked over to the fire (now blazing high from 3 weeks of no rain) and realized that it was too hot to get close to. The grass fire was spreading now, and I just went for it and tried to stomp it out. No luck! Now the fire was going from the pile in 3 different directions, and then moved to 4. I decided to try to save the forest of trees on the property next to mine. I had three gallons of water that really might have well have been zero, and a rake that I broke three swats into my fire fighting. I prayed, and then actually heard a voice calling out.
"Do you have it under control?" the voice cried out. "No, help me!" I responded. I looked and it was a police officer who just happened to stop by. He called the fire department and then proceeded to try and help himself. One burned blanket later and the fire caught the trees leading into the next property on fire. "Well, there it goes," he said, and I decided it was time to sit down. Some of the fire dept got there and tried to snuff out the grass on the sides (that I had given up on) while they waited on the water. The water trucks came, and put out all of the fire. My neighbor only lost a few feet (15 or so) of his woods in a spot, and I will probably have really nice grass in my yard by the end of the summer. Right now it's black. I talked the officer out of calling me an ambulance from the smoke and heat exhaustion, and sat down to wait for Holly to come.
Man, if only I can prevent these things, there will be no trees left... ever!
Friday, May 11, 2007
Proud Dad... I think?!?
Baseball has almost been the death of me. I am coaching two of my sons on two different baseball teams this year. I have blogged about it before. Last night (a school night) was no different than the rest of the season in that the games were scheduled waaaaaaaaaaaay too late! Jonathan, my 6 (almost 7) year-old had a game at 7:00; with Jonah having his game at 8:00 (yes, 8). Jon's game is scheduled for an hour, and Jones is for an hour and a half (and will start late) so I could make both of the games. This is not the death of me. It is, however, the fact that parents, other coaches and league officials take the game waaaaaaaaaaaaay too seriously. I love ball, but somehow we have missed the fact that it is a GAME and these are kids. There are teaching moments we miss because we want to win, AND see our kids be the all-stars. My stomach gets in knots most nights we have to play. However, two moments came last night that were what the game is all about.
Jonah is doing fairly well in his first season in "kid pitch" ball. It's a new thing with other kids pitching. Some throw hard and some throw soft, but they all throw wild. Last night, Jonah took a hard pitch in his back just under his left shoulder blade. He sucked in a cry (which was impressive), but he could not suck in air. However, in true tough kid fashion he "shook it off" and went to first. He made it to third on a hit and a walk, but then got picked off because he wasn't paying attention (and probably because he couldn't breathe). This time the cry was about to overtake him. He wanted to come out and I asked the question, "Are you hurt or are you injured?" You see, you play hurt; but it's not smart to play injured. He really didn't know, but he wanted to come out. I moved him to the extra hitter position so he would not have to be in the field, and he set down after I checked him for actually rib injuries.
The next time up to bat was the great moment. He struck out, but he stayed in there. He wasn't afraid of the pitch. If you have never played little league ball let me explain... that's BIG! You see, the kids learn that things happen and they get knocked down, but they can get up again. Also, it's not because a coach yells at them and makes them (which I didn't), but because they want to try again. I'm proud of him.
Jonathan's game is were the "I think" comes in. You see, I'm pretty sure I'm proud of him for this, but the competitive side of me thinks, "Don't do that again." Oh, that crazy competitive side!
Jonathan had come into the game to play the "pitcher" position. This player doesn't pitch (it's coach pitch) but will stand in the middle of the infield. Jonathan's good at this position. There was a play where a girl came to bat and hit the ball to Jonathan's position. He got the ball, and didn't throw it to first. Now, at the time, it was probably a close play, and we teach them that if the player is already there they need to hold the ball so the runner cannot advance. It seemed odd at the time but the game when on. While I was at Jonah's game, Jonathan opened up to Holly.
"Mom, when I was pitcher, there was this girl who really couldn't hit. It was sad"
He then proceeds to show Holly how she was swinging the bat. Not making fun, just showing.
"Mom, I thought she was a pretty good runner, so she didn't need to practice that; but she really needed to practice her hitting."
Moment of clarity coming up...
Don't miss it...
"Mom, that one time she actually hit the ball and I got it. She was running pretty good so I just held the ball so she could get on base."
Wow! I'm proud... I think. No, I am proud. This is what little league is all about. Should be what life is all about, don't you think?
Jonah is doing fairly well in his first season in "kid pitch" ball. It's a new thing with other kids pitching. Some throw hard and some throw soft, but they all throw wild. Last night, Jonah took a hard pitch in his back just under his left shoulder blade. He sucked in a cry (which was impressive), but he could not suck in air. However, in true tough kid fashion he "shook it off" and went to first. He made it to third on a hit and a walk, but then got picked off because he wasn't paying attention (and probably because he couldn't breathe). This time the cry was about to overtake him. He wanted to come out and I asked the question, "Are you hurt or are you injured?" You see, you play hurt; but it's not smart to play injured. He really didn't know, but he wanted to come out. I moved him to the extra hitter position so he would not have to be in the field, and he set down after I checked him for actually rib injuries.
The next time up to bat was the great moment. He struck out, but he stayed in there. He wasn't afraid of the pitch. If you have never played little league ball let me explain... that's BIG! You see, the kids learn that things happen and they get knocked down, but they can get up again. Also, it's not because a coach yells at them and makes them (which I didn't), but because they want to try again. I'm proud of him.
Jonathan's game is were the "I think" comes in. You see, I'm pretty sure I'm proud of him for this, but the competitive side of me thinks, "Don't do that again." Oh, that crazy competitive side!
Jonathan had come into the game to play the "pitcher" position. This player doesn't pitch (it's coach pitch) but will stand in the middle of the infield. Jonathan's good at this position. There was a play where a girl came to bat and hit the ball to Jonathan's position. He got the ball, and didn't throw it to first. Now, at the time, it was probably a close play, and we teach them that if the player is already there they need to hold the ball so the runner cannot advance. It seemed odd at the time but the game when on. While I was at Jonah's game, Jonathan opened up to Holly.
"Mom, when I was pitcher, there was this girl who really couldn't hit. It was sad"
He then proceeds to show Holly how she was swinging the bat. Not making fun, just showing.
"Mom, I thought she was a pretty good runner, so she didn't need to practice that; but she really needed to practice her hitting."
Moment of clarity coming up...
Don't miss it...
"Mom, that one time she actually hit the ball and I got it. She was running pretty good so I just held the ball so she could get on base."
Wow! I'm proud... I think. No, I am proud. This is what little league is all about. Should be what life is all about, don't you think?
Friday, May 04, 2007
This one goes to eleven.
Oh, the joy of the movie, "Spinal Tap."
Jonathan, my 6 (almost 7) year-old has one of those rub-on tatoos of a rose on his arm. This must have spurred the idea that was given in the car yesterday. Holly had picked them up from school and Jonah (9, going on 43) said, "You know, our band could be called Miserable Roses."
Side note: the boys have started a band.
Now this is brilliant! However, Jonathan thought for a moment and said, "You know, I think that is a bad idea. People would think we were miserable and not come hear us play."
Another dream shattered...!
Jonathan, my 6 (almost 7) year-old has one of those rub-on tatoos of a rose on his arm. This must have spurred the idea that was given in the car yesterday. Holly had picked them up from school and Jonah (9, going on 43) said, "You know, our band could be called Miserable Roses."
Side note: the boys have started a band.
Now this is brilliant! However, Jonathan thought for a moment and said, "You know, I think that is a bad idea. People would think we were miserable and not come hear us play."
Another dream shattered...!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Best Day Ever / Worst Day Ever
Ever see the movie City Slickers? It's the Billy Crystal film where Billy's character turns 40 and realizes that he is getting old. He and two friends go to a real ranch where they are to lead a herd of cattle, only they wind up doing it for real on their own. OK, so who cares about the premise...
There are two defining moments in this film that are actually life-changing. Odd, because it's Billy Crystal and a film about city boys on horses. One of the moments is when Curly (the rough cowboy... I know, I know... but it really is life-changing) tells Billy that there is only "one thing" that matters in life. "What is it?" Billy asks. "You have to find that out for yourself," replied Curly. In other words, what is the one thing you live for? The other life-changing encounter in the film is the topic of this post.
The question was given: Name your best day ever, name your worst day ever. They take turns, and Billy tells of the worst day was a scare about cancer in his wife's body, and the best day being the trip to Yankee Stadium with his dad. The final response was from the "player" friend. At first he doesn't want to respond, but then tells of an abusive father who tormented his family. He describes the day he finally stood up to his dad physically and forced him to leave the home, thereby protecting his mom and siblings from further abuse. "That," he said, "was my best day." His friends responded, "Wow! What was your worst day?" His answer... "Same day."
Yesterday, April 26, 2007, Isaac Jayden Scott celebrated his 5th birthday. Five years ago he was born in a traumatic delivery, with toxins throughout his and Holly's body, and was immediately taken to the ICU. We were told that he was probably not going to make it, but that he was going to be transferred by the "Angel" Team to Vanderbilt Hospital. He had a Diaphragmatic Hernia that had his intestines in his chest cavity, crushing one lung completely while putting pressure on both his heart and his other lung. "Do you want to baptize him?" we were asked. My wife was left by me to recover at the hospital (with her parents), our other boys were being watched by aunts and uncles, and my dad and I went to Vanderbilt to be with Isaac. Surgery followed at three days old as well as a month in the hospital. Literally 24 hour one on one care was given to him, with a nurse never leaving his room for around 2-3 weeks.
Now, he's five; he's beautiful; and he's alive. I understand. Best day ever / Worst day ever... same day.
There are two defining moments in this film that are actually life-changing. Odd, because it's Billy Crystal and a film about city boys on horses. One of the moments is when Curly (the rough cowboy... I know, I know... but it really is life-changing) tells Billy that there is only "one thing" that matters in life. "What is it?" Billy asks. "You have to find that out for yourself," replied Curly. In other words, what is the one thing you live for? The other life-changing encounter in the film is the topic of this post.
The question was given: Name your best day ever, name your worst day ever. They take turns, and Billy tells of the worst day was a scare about cancer in his wife's body, and the best day being the trip to Yankee Stadium with his dad. The final response was from the "player" friend. At first he doesn't want to respond, but then tells of an abusive father who tormented his family. He describes the day he finally stood up to his dad physically and forced him to leave the home, thereby protecting his mom and siblings from further abuse. "That," he said, "was my best day." His friends responded, "Wow! What was your worst day?" His answer... "Same day."
Yesterday, April 26, 2007, Isaac Jayden Scott celebrated his 5th birthday. Five years ago he was born in a traumatic delivery, with toxins throughout his and Holly's body, and was immediately taken to the ICU. We were told that he was probably not going to make it, but that he was going to be transferred by the "Angel" Team to Vanderbilt Hospital. He had a Diaphragmatic Hernia that had his intestines in his chest cavity, crushing one lung completely while putting pressure on both his heart and his other lung. "Do you want to baptize him?" we were asked. My wife was left by me to recover at the hospital (with her parents), our other boys were being watched by aunts and uncles, and my dad and I went to Vanderbilt to be with Isaac. Surgery followed at three days old as well as a month in the hospital. Literally 24 hour one on one care was given to him, with a nurse never leaving his room for around 2-3 weeks.
Now, he's five; he's beautiful; and he's alive. I understand. Best day ever / Worst day ever... same day.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Mindset for Ministry
Ok, I take the first moment to apologize about making the readers sick regarding my affection for my wife. However, you may chose to live in a meaningless and loveless world, but I choose to woo the woman I love and whom I want to love me. She has brought me from the boy who would only cry when caught in a bear trap (and then only to lubricate the gears for escape) to the man I am now who cannot watch Extreme Home Makeover without falling apart.
Now, I have begun the process of demonstrating a different mindset for ministry. This mindset is not new for me, only a process of the past few years that I am now implementing into the culture that surrounds my life. It's a "coming out" if you will. The thought process is this:
I am the Church. As a believer in, and follower of, Christ, I am His Church. This is not a religion or dogma, but the reality of who He says I am because I have been brought into His family. It is relationship, and now I live for Him. I am different, set apart. I am not "better than" or perfect, but I put my trust in the Creator of all, knowing that I cannot brag about how I have achieved or arrived. He calls me blessed. He calls me a saint.
I don't have to like church to be the Church. I have written about the institution (little "c"hurch). I have tried to work for it and build it, but I know that God hasn't called me to. The machine of things can fail without the Whole falling. God has actually said that He will take care of His Church. We can all be different and still be the Church.
God has a mindset about the Kingdom, not the church (little "c"). He is for the Kingdom. The Kingdom involves things, but is not a thing. It is a way. So, if God is about the Kingdom, I should be about doing the ministry (work) of the Kingdom and not the church.
I will work to do ministry, not build a church. There are things that seem to be expected of us as a church. If you do not do them, you are looked down on or seen as somehow less effective. However, I really believe that if we concentrate on doing the ministry that we can do, everything will fall into place. You see, a "church" has a choir, Sunday School classes, a youth room and nursery. There is a fellowship hall and carpet and a sound system. A ministry, on the other hand, sees a person in need and helps them. A ministry knows that others need to learn about God and shares His love then disciples (mentors) them. Visiting the skate park replaces the room. The aisle at Wal-mart replaces the carpet and sound of the sanctuary. Look to do ministry, not build a church.
This is where we are going. It is the direction. It is the way. I am looking forward to the ride.
Now, I have begun the process of demonstrating a different mindset for ministry. This mindset is not new for me, only a process of the past few years that I am now implementing into the culture that surrounds my life. It's a "coming out" if you will. The thought process is this:
I am the Church. As a believer in, and follower of, Christ, I am His Church. This is not a religion or dogma, but the reality of who He says I am because I have been brought into His family. It is relationship, and now I live for Him. I am different, set apart. I am not "better than" or perfect, but I put my trust in the Creator of all, knowing that I cannot brag about how I have achieved or arrived. He calls me blessed. He calls me a saint.
I don't have to like church to be the Church. I have written about the institution (little "c"hurch). I have tried to work for it and build it, but I know that God hasn't called me to. The machine of things can fail without the Whole falling. God has actually said that He will take care of His Church. We can all be different and still be the Church.
God has a mindset about the Kingdom, not the church (little "c"). He is for the Kingdom. The Kingdom involves things, but is not a thing. It is a way. So, if God is about the Kingdom, I should be about doing the ministry (work) of the Kingdom and not the church.
I will work to do ministry, not build a church. There are things that seem to be expected of us as a church. If you do not do them, you are looked down on or seen as somehow less effective. However, I really believe that if we concentrate on doing the ministry that we can do, everything will fall into place. You see, a "church" has a choir, Sunday School classes, a youth room and nursery. There is a fellowship hall and carpet and a sound system. A ministry, on the other hand, sees a person in need and helps them. A ministry knows that others need to learn about God and shares His love then disciples (mentors) them. Visiting the skate park replaces the room. The aisle at Wal-mart replaces the carpet and sound of the sanctuary. Look to do ministry, not build a church.
This is where we are going. It is the direction. It is the way. I am looking forward to the ride.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
My wife, Holly
I was thinking yesterday morning how wonderful my wife is. I was playing a scenerio in my head as if someone interviewing me asked me who was the best person I know. Obviously, I would have to say, "Jesus," but the answer to the best woman (and second person to Jesus) would be my wife. I say this not for brownie points, but because it's true.
I know you've got your Mother Theresa's and stuff, but Hol's the real deal. She is truly more kind to the downtrodden (sp?) than I could ever have hope to have patience enough to be. She is slap-your-face funny; and silly too... which is better. She's beautiful. She is talented beyond any one's expectations, including hers, which is charming and irritating at the same time. Charming because she's humble but irritating because she needs to know how great she is! She knows things I don't know about stuff that matters. Her eyes melt me. Her passion for God is real, as well as her frustration at others who don't have that passion. I could go on but the few who read this will lose interest.
I will pontificate on another matter later.
I know you've got your Mother Theresa's and stuff, but Hol's the real deal. She is truly more kind to the downtrodden (sp?) than I could ever have hope to have patience enough to be. She is slap-your-face funny; and silly too... which is better. She's beautiful. She is talented beyond any one's expectations, including hers, which is charming and irritating at the same time. Charming because she's humble but irritating because she needs to know how great she is! She knows things I don't know about stuff that matters. Her eyes melt me. Her passion for God is real, as well as her frustration at others who don't have that passion. I could go on but the few who read this will lose interest.
I will pontificate on another matter later.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Ok, why do we do this?
The random thought came to me tonight, "Why would we make a church for the unchurched?" I realize that some in the post-modern / emergent / whatever now will immediately see me as someone who doesn't understand how God is moving now or some other crazy thing like that. Know this... I am not a traditionalist. I don't really care how we did it yesterday. It doesn't matter to me that it has always been done a certain way. My only criteria for doing something ministry-wise is effectiveness. However, there is a movement that somehow all things done in the church should be with the unchurched in mind.
I'm honestly not sure this is the correct approach. Let me rephrase that... it's probably not the most effective approach. It all begins with the definition of "church." If the church is a building then it should be inviting to all who chose to enter the door. If it is a program or an event, it begins to get a little shady because there are specifics that will only be effective toward a target audience. For example, in-depth study for those in the know; basics for those new; and introduction to those who don't know. This is not to dumb down the process or to say those who are non-Christian would not be able to understand intellectually; but it is because the basics form the foundation, and the foundation is the most important part.
The issue is that the "church" is neither of these things. The Church (big letter "C") is the body of believers. Wanting the definition to be different doesn't change the definition. While the body of Christ should be open to those who are seeking at all times; they should not rely on an event, program or building to reach out. The early church was interestingly different. They did not try to make anything appeal to the outside world. However, they went outside into the world to share what had changed their life. It's crazy, but they walked the line between being accepting of all where they were; but at the same time being so stoked by being changed by Jesus that they wanted everyone to know, even if the others didn't want to know. It was like Amway salesmen on crack, except that they weren't selling a product, but they were inviting others to be a part of a family and enjoy relationship.
I believe the reason the unchurched have a problem with us is because they feel like we are trying to sell them something. To refer to the Amway guy again; there have been a few times when I have met some really nice people, and I felt as if I would be able to form kind of a bond with them. They seemed to care, and in a few short minutes, I was drawn to them. Then, as if they had pulled a two-by-four out of their back pocket and hit me in the head, they tell the story of how they had found this "opportunity" to better their families and blah, blah, blah. I begin to feel as if they only were my friend to get me in business. I feel abused and used. It's the way we treat the non-believer sometimes. Instead of selling something we need to invite them to meet somone. We need to care about them and their story before we are trying to change them.
So, for the sake of making this a shorter entry: Unchurched Milton and Mandy, you don't have to understand what I do and what I know. You just need to see that I care. If you don't see that I care, talk to me about it; because I have a problem that needs to be corrected. I just want you to love Jesus like I do. You don't have to have the same style, but the fundamental truth of Christ can be at the forefront of many different styles. I don't like country music, but I don't go into the Grand Ol' Opry and cry out that they are not speaking my language. However, the fact that country doesn't appeal to me doesn't make me turn my back on music. I simply find a different place to love music.
Oh, and I really am open-minded. Try me.
I'm honestly not sure this is the correct approach. Let me rephrase that... it's probably not the most effective approach. It all begins with the definition of "church." If the church is a building then it should be inviting to all who chose to enter the door. If it is a program or an event, it begins to get a little shady because there are specifics that will only be effective toward a target audience. For example, in-depth study for those in the know; basics for those new; and introduction to those who don't know. This is not to dumb down the process or to say those who are non-Christian would not be able to understand intellectually; but it is because the basics form the foundation, and the foundation is the most important part.
The issue is that the "church" is neither of these things. The Church (big letter "C") is the body of believers. Wanting the definition to be different doesn't change the definition. While the body of Christ should be open to those who are seeking at all times; they should not rely on an event, program or building to reach out. The early church was interestingly different. They did not try to make anything appeal to the outside world. However, they went outside into the world to share what had changed their life. It's crazy, but they walked the line between being accepting of all where they were; but at the same time being so stoked by being changed by Jesus that they wanted everyone to know, even if the others didn't want to know. It was like Amway salesmen on crack, except that they weren't selling a product, but they were inviting others to be a part of a family and enjoy relationship.
I believe the reason the unchurched have a problem with us is because they feel like we are trying to sell them something. To refer to the Amway guy again; there have been a few times when I have met some really nice people, and I felt as if I would be able to form kind of a bond with them. They seemed to care, and in a few short minutes, I was drawn to them. Then, as if they had pulled a two-by-four out of their back pocket and hit me in the head, they tell the story of how they had found this "opportunity" to better their families and blah, blah, blah. I begin to feel as if they only were my friend to get me in business. I feel abused and used. It's the way we treat the non-believer sometimes. Instead of selling something we need to invite them to meet somone. We need to care about them and their story before we are trying to change them.
So, for the sake of making this a shorter entry: Unchurched Milton and Mandy, you don't have to understand what I do and what I know. You just need to see that I care. If you don't see that I care, talk to me about it; because I have a problem that needs to be corrected. I just want you to love Jesus like I do. You don't have to have the same style, but the fundamental truth of Christ can be at the forefront of many different styles. I don't like country music, but I don't go into the Grand Ol' Opry and cry out that they are not speaking my language. However, the fact that country doesn't appeal to me doesn't make me turn my back on music. I simply find a different place to love music.
Oh, and I really am open-minded. Try me.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Setting Yourself Up for a Fall
I can almost reach out and touch the attack as if it were tangible. The thing is... I have brought it on myself. If I were just an innocent bystander, I could cry at the injustice of it all. However, I have put myself in front of the firing squad; shunned the blindfold and the cigarette, and am giving the very order itself. I am coaching little league baseball.
I am actually coaching two little league baseball teams. In the 9-10 age division, it is kid-pitch and we are the "JayCees". (The teams are named for the sponsors, you see). Jonah, my oldest is playing, and the kid-pitch thing means it is a whole new ball game, pun kind of intended. He faced a wild pitcher with dreams of being Roger Clemens the other night and didn't bail out. It's a great start, because when he gets his confidence up, he will murder the ball. Some of the kids think they know everything, but that can be worked out as we teach the fundamentals of the game and life. The other team is in the 5-6 year-old division and it is coach pitch. We are "First Community Bank." Jonathan is playing in this league, and I swear, he is the fastest kid alive. In this league, the goal is to keep them from playing in the dirt and to run the bases in correct order. Seriously, if a plane flies overhead, you might as well just stop the game and enjoy the show.
I give you this update to tease you. I have a great story of a coaches meeting I went to and how it relates to dreams, both the shattered kind and the kind lived out vicariously through your children. Oh, and also a lesson about how NOT to use PowerPoint. It will come later, when I have time.
I am actually coaching two little league baseball teams. In the 9-10 age division, it is kid-pitch and we are the "JayCees". (The teams are named for the sponsors, you see). Jonah, my oldest is playing, and the kid-pitch thing means it is a whole new ball game, pun kind of intended. He faced a wild pitcher with dreams of being Roger Clemens the other night and didn't bail out. It's a great start, because when he gets his confidence up, he will murder the ball. Some of the kids think they know everything, but that can be worked out as we teach the fundamentals of the game and life. The other team is in the 5-6 year-old division and it is coach pitch. We are "First Community Bank." Jonathan is playing in this league, and I swear, he is the fastest kid alive. In this league, the goal is to keep them from playing in the dirt and to run the bases in correct order. Seriously, if a plane flies overhead, you might as well just stop the game and enjoy the show.
I give you this update to tease you. I have a great story of a coaches meeting I went to and how it relates to dreams, both the shattered kind and the kind lived out vicariously through your children. Oh, and also a lesson about how NOT to use PowerPoint. It will come later, when I have time.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Out of Reach
Have you every been reaching for something, either behind your seat in the car or under your bed or somewhere and you just can't get to it? It's there, you know it is. In some cases you can even see it. Perhaps the tips of your fingers even touch it. They might even brush it ever so slightly further away.
Why can't you get it?
I don't spend time on this question a lot of times. All I generally do is get frustrated that I cannot get it, and I don't care about the why of the matter. The reality is that "someone probably put it just out of my reach" or "this is just like my life that things are out of reach" or some other "woe is me" kind of thought is all that is on my mind. Then, while I'm reaching, a phone call will come with somebody needing something that I will not able to get them because it's probably out of reach too.
Now, I'm beginning to spend some time processing "why" things are out of reach. It could be my fault, you understand. It might not be, but it could be... and that's a sobering thought. This could also go one step more, because part of my job is to help others get things within their reach. If I can begin to understand the things in their life that keep them from reaching their stuff, perhaps I wouldn't get so frustrated at them for not getting their stuff. Kind of random, I understand, but the "whys" matter. They are not just there to give you an excuse for failure, but for you to process and potentially do all you can to change whatever is causing the failure.
I also have to realize that when it comes to helping others, there will be some who will not reach what they need to reach, and I cannot feel guilty that I have failed them. They have a choice to make. I have a choice, too. I chose to search out the ones who don't know, and then invest in the ones who care. I don't give up on the ones who don't care, but I will never be able to truly invest in them.
On a note that will perhaps discredit all that I have said in this post, I reveal that I keep in mind sometimes what Dennis Miller said about a guy who killed his family in one of those "'I'm shocked. He was always so quite.' from the neighbor" kind of moments. Dennis said, "You can't save everybody, just try not to be living next door to them when they go off."
Why can't you get it?
I don't spend time on this question a lot of times. All I generally do is get frustrated that I cannot get it, and I don't care about the why of the matter. The reality is that "someone probably put it just out of my reach" or "this is just like my life that things are out of reach" or some other "woe is me" kind of thought is all that is on my mind. Then, while I'm reaching, a phone call will come with somebody needing something that I will not able to get them because it's probably out of reach too.
Now, I'm beginning to spend some time processing "why" things are out of reach. It could be my fault, you understand. It might not be, but it could be... and that's a sobering thought. This could also go one step more, because part of my job is to help others get things within their reach. If I can begin to understand the things in their life that keep them from reaching their stuff, perhaps I wouldn't get so frustrated at them for not getting their stuff. Kind of random, I understand, but the "whys" matter. They are not just there to give you an excuse for failure, but for you to process and potentially do all you can to change whatever is causing the failure.
I also have to realize that when it comes to helping others, there will be some who will not reach what they need to reach, and I cannot feel guilty that I have failed them. They have a choice to make. I have a choice, too. I chose to search out the ones who don't know, and then invest in the ones who care. I don't give up on the ones who don't care, but I will never be able to truly invest in them.
On a note that will perhaps discredit all that I have said in this post, I reveal that I keep in mind sometimes what Dennis Miller said about a guy who killed his family in one of those "'I'm shocked. He was always so quite.' from the neighbor" kind of moments. Dennis said, "You can't save everybody, just try not to be living next door to them when they go off."
Friday, March 09, 2007
Passion
I am a passionate person.
I'm not passionate about stupid things, I think, but I am passionate about things that matter. They matter to me, anyway. Through the last little bit of my life I have come to understand that there are things that are important and things that are not. The things that are important are worth giving your life for. You can die for them if need be, but I think on the whole it is a lot better to live for them. On the flip, the things that are not important make be mad because others think they are important. I'm working on this second one.
It was a moment ago while thinking about passion that I realized I couldn't type in the word "passion" in my Google search. I started to, and then thought, "What was I about to do?" I had the best of thoughts about what I was going to find, but then I remembered the world we live in and shuddered at the thought of what the first few searches would reveal. It was a moment where a naive, innocent idea reminded me that the world (and Internet) is not innocent.
So, is this why most are so afraid of passion? I realize this is a generalization and there are those in the world who are passionate about the important things, but most are afraid of passion. I want to meet people of passion. I want to be around them. Most of all, I want them to want to be around me. We (my wife, Holly, and I) need them. I think it was Wesley who said something like "Give me 100 men who hate nothing but sin and fear nothing but God and I will change a city!" That's passion. Changing a city... that's what I want. I want my city to be different because of something I am a part of. I'm missing it.
I don't know who will read this, but if you know of someone with passion, send them to me. Currently, the only ones I know who look here are a couple of people I tried to impact and I think they caught something of it, and a guy who thinks he is either god or an alien. I'm not quite clear on which one, but perhaps he will give more clues so I can figure it out. Hey god/alien guy... write back. Perhaps it was my comments on the "Jesus" of Suburbia that drew you, so come on back.
I'm not passionate about stupid things, I think, but I am passionate about things that matter. They matter to me, anyway. Through the last little bit of my life I have come to understand that there are things that are important and things that are not. The things that are important are worth giving your life for. You can die for them if need be, but I think on the whole it is a lot better to live for them. On the flip, the things that are not important make be mad because others think they are important. I'm working on this second one.
It was a moment ago while thinking about passion that I realized I couldn't type in the word "passion" in my Google search. I started to, and then thought, "What was I about to do?" I had the best of thoughts about what I was going to find, but then I remembered the world we live in and shuddered at the thought of what the first few searches would reveal. It was a moment where a naive, innocent idea reminded me that the world (and Internet) is not innocent.
So, is this why most are so afraid of passion? I realize this is a generalization and there are those in the world who are passionate about the important things, but most are afraid of passion. I want to meet people of passion. I want to be around them. Most of all, I want them to want to be around me. We (my wife, Holly, and I) need them. I think it was Wesley who said something like "Give me 100 men who hate nothing but sin and fear nothing but God and I will change a city!" That's passion. Changing a city... that's what I want. I want my city to be different because of something I am a part of. I'm missing it.
I don't know who will read this, but if you know of someone with passion, send them to me. Currently, the only ones I know who look here are a couple of people I tried to impact and I think they caught something of it, and a guy who thinks he is either god or an alien. I'm not quite clear on which one, but perhaps he will give more clues so I can figure it out. Hey god/alien guy... write back. Perhaps it was my comments on the "Jesus" of Suburbia that drew you, so come on back.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
It's Me
I'm a bag of Doritos.
No wait... I'm a butterfly. That's better. No... I'm Batman, that's it! I can claim to be anything. It doesn't matter if what I say can even be backed up, I can say it and people will believe it.
You see, there's people out there who need a Batman. They have been looking for a Batman, even if they didn't realize it. Society has failed them by not providing a Batman for them. The times that Batman has been presented to them, the Batman didn't seem right. Perhaps the people telling about Batman weren't perfect. Perhaps they didn't live up to the standards of Batman that they said others should live up to. Maybe when they told of Batman, the ones listening decided that Batman should be a little different than described, or even written about, so they made a Batman up in their own mind. "Oh, to only have a Batman that would be like that!" they would say. So, along comes one who claims to be Batman. Rapture indeed!
The claims don't have to make intellectual sense, just fit a felt need. The bones found by Cameron seemed to justify our doubts. "See, we were right all along. Here's the proof." The man from Puerto Rico claiming to be the Second Coming of Jesus is not judgmental. "Surely, Christ would be that way." they think. The problem is that we create an ideal in minds that fit our desires, but are not based on anything but our feelings. The wonderful thing about God is that He has been verified intellectually so many times that it makes our head spin. "Examples?" you ask..
No wait... I'm a butterfly. That's better. No... I'm Batman, that's it! I can claim to be anything. It doesn't matter if what I say can even be backed up, I can say it and people will believe it.
You see, there's people out there who need a Batman. They have been looking for a Batman, even if they didn't realize it. Society has failed them by not providing a Batman for them. The times that Batman has been presented to them, the Batman didn't seem right. Perhaps the people telling about Batman weren't perfect. Perhaps they didn't live up to the standards of Batman that they said others should live up to. Maybe when they told of Batman, the ones listening decided that Batman should be a little different than described, or even written about, so they made a Batman up in their own mind. "Oh, to only have a Batman that would be like that!" they would say. So, along comes one who claims to be Batman. Rapture indeed!
The claims don't have to make intellectual sense, just fit a felt need. The bones found by Cameron seemed to justify our doubts. "See, we were right all along. Here's the proof." The man from Puerto Rico claiming to be the Second Coming of Jesus is not judgmental. "Surely, Christ would be that way." they think. The problem is that we create an ideal in minds that fit our desires, but are not based on anything but our feelings. The wonderful thing about God is that He has been verified intellectually so many times that it makes our head spin. "Examples?" you ask..
- Look at creation. If there is a painting, there must be a painter. If there is a book, there must be an author. If there is a creation, well...
- Previously unknown cities and events written about in the Bible that were scoffed at have been found over and over again, thereby giving more credibility to the Scriptures as accurate writings.
- The fact that Jesus body was not still in the tomb, although disputed today, was not disputed in Biblical times, even by those who did not believe that He was the Christ.
- Intellectually, there is NO way to claim that something does not exist. In order to verify that belief, an entire search of time and space would have to be conducted, from looking under every grain of said at the bottom of the ocean to behind ever planet and star that exist. Oh, and throughout all time as well. [The side note to this is that there is no such thing as an atheist. Agnostics, maybe; but not atheists. They would have to know with 100% accuracy {see note above} that they were correct.]
There's more, but you get the point...
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Posing or Blinded, You Decide
Ok, I love technology as much as the next guy. Actually, I probably love it a little more. If it has buttons and lights and you can do neat things with it like play solitaire or store mp3s on it then I'm in. However, I'm a little bothered by blue tooth. I have no problem with blue tooth in general, but I am bothered specifically about the practical application and use of the ear pieces that are supplements to cell phones.
Now, I have been caught unaware and have answered someone in a room because I thought they were talking to me, only to find out they were speaking into their blue tooth thing on a call. It's embarrassing, but it really is on them because it's kind of rude to just talk like you are the guy on the streets who talks to potatoes. However, this is not my problem with the devices.
I have three concerns:
A) the lady in front of me at the movie theater who's ear is blinking during the whole film.
B) the people behind the glass window at the gas station/convenience store with the ear piece in
C) those that wear the ear piece constantly throughout the day
A) Why doesn't the lady just get one of those laser pointers and make the irritation complete. Better yet, just point it at my eye and get it over with. I honestly think I would rather hear it ring than see the blinking light out of the corner of my eye.
B) Honestly, who are these people doing business with? It's a much needed service and everyone needs a job, but come on! They don't even have to ring up the Dr. Pepper anymore, because everything is scanned, and they are distracted too much to even scan properly because they are talking out of their head to who knows who. Look, I had five bucks in gas, I'll just leave it on the counter and be on my way.
C) Now, I'm a pretty busy guy. I'm not the president and carry codes or anything like that, but there are times that people need to get up with me. I understand the concept of hands free use while driving, but is it really important to have the ear piece in while playing racquetball? Society has truly gone past the point of no return if we cannot be that unattached to contact from the world.
So, are these people just posing as someone important, or are they truly so blind to their own selves that they believe they are that important? I can think of very few individuals that need to be available on a truly 24 hour basis. What about the rest? I can't answer right now, I have a phone call.
Now, I have been caught unaware and have answered someone in a room because I thought they were talking to me, only to find out they were speaking into their blue tooth thing on a call. It's embarrassing, but it really is on them because it's kind of rude to just talk like you are the guy on the streets who talks to potatoes. However, this is not my problem with the devices.
I have three concerns:
A) the lady in front of me at the movie theater who's ear is blinking during the whole film.
B) the people behind the glass window at the gas station/convenience store with the ear piece in
C) those that wear the ear piece constantly throughout the day
A) Why doesn't the lady just get one of those laser pointers and make the irritation complete. Better yet, just point it at my eye and get it over with. I honestly think I would rather hear it ring than see the blinking light out of the corner of my eye.
B) Honestly, who are these people doing business with? It's a much needed service and everyone needs a job, but come on! They don't even have to ring up the Dr. Pepper anymore, because everything is scanned, and they are distracted too much to even scan properly because they are talking out of their head to who knows who. Look, I had five bucks in gas, I'll just leave it on the counter and be on my way.
C) Now, I'm a pretty busy guy. I'm not the president and carry codes or anything like that, but there are times that people need to get up with me. I understand the concept of hands free use while driving, but is it really important to have the ear piece in while playing racquetball? Society has truly gone past the point of no return if we cannot be that unattached to contact from the world.
So, are these people just posing as someone important, or are they truly so blind to their own selves that they believe they are that important? I can think of very few individuals that need to be available on a truly 24 hour basis. What about the rest? I can't answer right now, I have a phone call.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Arrogance
I have a friend who starts out every post on his blog with what he had for dinner the night before. It's always exotic and cutting edge. At first I attributed it to the fact that he is recently married and a) his wife is trying to impress him or b) his children haven't sucked the very life out of him yet. Now, however, I attribute the cuisine to a flair for writing. I will give the example by sharing my meal last night:
Vermicelli topped with a beef sauce flavored with various spices. Garnished with melted butter and a Parmesan crust. Pristine fruit beverage over ice. Or, as I would normally explain... I had spaghetti with grape kool-aid.
I hate arrogance. I especially hate arrogance with the other is not as good as me, but yet they are still arrogant. That really burns me up. I say that not because I think my friend is arrogant, but I sat down to type about arrogance and thought about his blog and the food opening. Now, I have forgotten what I wanted to say about arrogance.
Vermicelli topped with a beef sauce flavored with various spices. Garnished with melted butter and a Parmesan crust. Pristine fruit beverage over ice. Or, as I would normally explain... I had spaghetti with grape kool-aid.
I hate arrogance. I especially hate arrogance with the other is not as good as me, but yet they are still arrogant. That really burns me up. I say that not because I think my friend is arrogant, but I sat down to type about arrogance and thought about his blog and the food opening. Now, I have forgotten what I wanted to say about arrogance.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Safety
The conversation still rings in my ear... "Pastor Bobby, I'm just looking for someplace safe, you know?" Wow... safe!
One of the purposes of the New Testament church was to be a place where the love and peace of God reigned. You were to be able to take a breath when in the presence of God and like-minded individuals. However, I'm not real sure the NT church was a "safe" place. They were told to deny themselves and take up a cross. They were to leave father and mother to follow God. They were sent out as prey and even bait, because there was a lion lurking and they were sheep sent to the middle of the wolf pack. The battle raged so viciously that they were warned to not go without armor and a weapon. I could go on, but you get the picture.
The safe place of God's hand is there, but the world (including the church world) is anything but safe. You see, people are imperfect, and will act imperfectly. The place where the like-minded study together is great until one shows up who is not like-minded and doesn't know to study. In a hospital, there are not only the learned and the healers, but there are also the sick. Actually, without the sick, there is no need for a hospital. Such is the church.
Without the sinner, there is no need for the church; but the sinner makes it all "unsafe." This is the battle.
So, safety cannot be defined as all being perfect and pristine. In fact, safety means nothing without the potential of danger. We must be willing to put ourselves out as the vulnerable in order to rescue another from destruction. The safety will never be from offense or hurt, but can be found in the knowledge that God is sovereign. The safety comes not from knowing God will, but knowing God can and that He will only act in your best interest and His divine will.
One of the purposes of the New Testament church was to be a place where the love and peace of God reigned. You were to be able to take a breath when in the presence of God and like-minded individuals. However, I'm not real sure the NT church was a "safe" place. They were told to deny themselves and take up a cross. They were to leave father and mother to follow God. They were sent out as prey and even bait, because there was a lion lurking and they were sheep sent to the middle of the wolf pack. The battle raged so viciously that they were warned to not go without armor and a weapon. I could go on, but you get the picture.
The safe place of God's hand is there, but the world (including the church world) is anything but safe. You see, people are imperfect, and will act imperfectly. The place where the like-minded study together is great until one shows up who is not like-minded and doesn't know to study. In a hospital, there are not only the learned and the healers, but there are also the sick. Actually, without the sick, there is no need for a hospital. Such is the church.
Without the sinner, there is no need for the church; but the sinner makes it all "unsafe." This is the battle.
So, safety cannot be defined as all being perfect and pristine. In fact, safety means nothing without the potential of danger. We must be willing to put ourselves out as the vulnerable in order to rescue another from destruction. The safety will never be from offense or hurt, but can be found in the knowledge that God is sovereign. The safety comes not from knowing God will, but knowing God can and that He will only act in your best interest and His divine will.
Scenarios
My son Jonathan deals in scenarios. He is constantly working our potential situations in his head and then processing how he would deal with the issue. This actually moves him to a state of worry at time, but he does it anyway. His latest, heard both by Holly a few days ago and me in the car yesterday goes as follows:
Dad, I really can't catch the ball, but I am going to play football anyway. Dad, if I have a loose tooth I won't play football that day. If I have a loose tooth someone might hit me (then he makes football hitting sounds) and then...
How many times do we work something up in our mind and then fret about it? I would say alot. I can't tell you the number of conversations I have had with others when they were not there. It's easy to put words in their mouth and then think of my response. There is a great piece of advice in an ancient text, "Don't worry about tomorrow..." We need to learn to just let things happen.
Dad, I really can't catch the ball, but I am going to play football anyway. Dad, if I have a loose tooth I won't play football that day. If I have a loose tooth someone might hit me (then he makes football hitting sounds) and then...
How many times do we work something up in our mind and then fret about it? I would say alot. I can't tell you the number of conversations I have had with others when they were not there. It's easy to put words in their mouth and then think of my response. There is a great piece of advice in an ancient text, "Don't worry about tomorrow..." We need to learn to just let things happen.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Oh my word!
I wrote just a few moments ago about sickness, but I just experienced a moment that made me stop and reflect. Holly and I are sitting in the living room and TLC is on the tube. On TLC... What Not To Wear! Now, I have sat through this show long enough for a few things to happen. Originally there was another man (I use that term loosely) host to go with the woman. He got canned, and a new guy has been around awhile. Secondly, we want to make good on our idea to put Holly in sweat pants and messed up hair then send in a pic so we can get the $5000 of new clothes for her. If you haven't seen the show, it's about fashion and stuff. Here is the moment...
I looked up from my laptop and said, "You know, those colors in that dress would make her look odd with her hair color." The question is... am I still a guy? Not a very good one at the moment I can tell you. I feel so bad about those words coming out of my mouth that I am blogging about it to get it out and then go look at a football website. It's all I got while overcoming the flu.
I looked up from my laptop and said, "You know, those colors in that dress would make her look odd with her hair color." The question is... am I still a guy? Not a very good one at the moment I can tell you. I feel so bad about those words coming out of my mouth that I am blogging about it to get it out and then go look at a football website. It's all I got while overcoming the flu.
Unclean
It seems my family has leprosy. While I'm not exactly sure if that disease is spelled correctly, we have been passing around various versions of sickening agents. I have had the flu, my boys are sick and then not in degrees, and Holly is not feeling well. Actually, the past month or so (since Thanksgiving) someone has been sick around our home. Thus, the leprosy.
We are simply sick and tired of being well, you know... I am just taking this moment as a break from the final stomach thing to blog this thing. I will keep up to date, even if I only have the latest throw-up story to tell.
Oh yeah, our youngest son threw up on me today.
We are simply sick and tired of being well, you know... I am just taking this moment as a break from the final stomach thing to blog this thing. I will keep up to date, even if I only have the latest throw-up story to tell.
Oh yeah, our youngest son threw up on me today.
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