Are You Good with That?

The following was written by a friend, neighbor, and brother, and is posted with his permission. This caused me to pause, and think—which is most likely an intention of anyone who writes (I know it is with me). He'd shared this with me, and I wanted to do the same. Very good stuff. Enjoy.


ARE YOU GOOD WITH THAT?

The last few years I've noticed an increase of "prophetic word". Folk (mostly clergy) saying this is the year of...Overflow, or Harvest, or Increase, or Favor. Invariably someone at the end of that year, who by the way received and believed that word, had the year from HELL (real or imagined). For them it appeared at times, that there was a decline in their finances, disorder in their lives, unimaginable pain. For them their latter was not nearly as great as their past.

• What do you do when GODS delay is denial? I can no more tell you what to do than the man in the moon. I can ask however; Are you good with that?

Increasingly I've come to realize that I better be sure that my declarations are mine and not an extension of someone else’s trending. Some people are having some of the most difficult periods of their lives. Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanza, Father Time, The New Years Baby, 2011, nor some trending catch slogan is going to change that.

• What do you do when the Harvest is not ripe and the laborers are many? I can no more tell you what to do than the man in the moon. I can ask however; Are you good with that?

I take issue with the lack of balance in this new age "Dr Phil School of Absolute Prohecy" messaging. Not because it is thin, or not rightly attenuated to the nefarious ways of man. No, I take issue with the oft practiced avoidance of the, "Not Your Year" Clause. The “If I can’t sell it, I won’t espouse it” Clause. I guess there is no market for "I'm glad I didn't go through that" messages.

• What do you do when the grass is greener on the other side? I can no more tell you what to do than the man in the moon. I can ask however; Are you good with that?

Make no mistake about it; for every great, wonderful, miraculous story there is the polar opposite. There is that message of blessing that the Pontiff, Pastor, or Prophet told you, was on the way, just before their condition changed and the message went to "Warfare".

• What do you do when you are told the "enemy is attacking"; but things couldn't be better for you? I can no more tell you what to do than the man in the moon. I can ask however’ Are you good with that?

There are going to be those who say this is food for thought, sadly profound, or an early morning diatribe. And others who will say they can hear frustration and pain. And I say....In everything give thanks.......In all my ways acknowledge.....

I’m good with that.
©Stephen D. Kee-Author

If this is something you enjoy, please check out his book "I Head What You Said, But I Saw What You Did"

Merry Convictmas

In a community group my wife and I visit on Sunday mornings we were discussing Christmas. From pre-Christ winter solstice celebrations, through His birth, to original Mardi Gras-like Christmas celebrations, to Santa, to the Americanization. And even covered the financial impact of the Christmas Holiday in America—I believe it was said to be $30 Billion industry—that's just Christmas stuff, not even the gifts!

After we'd looked at the timeline of historical Christmas, the question was posed to the group. "What are you going to do to celebrate the birth of Jesus?". The room was silent for a bit. Thoughts were swirling through my head.

Christmastime causes me to think a lot, and I have been quite intentional with some thought in this blog (Wack Friday and Holiday Obligations). This time of year I am whelmed with thoughts of overcommercialization, focus on the needy, helping your fellow-man, giving and serving, and sharing the Gospel.

That said, I was convicted pretty heavily in two areas:

1. What am I going to do to celebrate the birth of Jesus?
2. Why does this others whelming come so much only at the Thanksgiving/Christmas Season?

Regarding #1, clearly I/we get focused on getting a lot of the Christmas Holiday "right". Doing the right things. Finding the right gifts. Running around to parties. Creating time to celebrate with family—to give and share.  Now my own household has diminished a lot of the extravagance of the season but we continue to figure out which Christmas Eve service we are going to attend to that will play into our other plans for the Eve.

Conviction #1, I truly want to celebrate the birth of our Savior.  And celebrate we should. Perhaps not Mardi Gras, but we really ought to celebrate THIS occurrence which perhaps Simeon summed it up best in Luke 2:30-32 "For my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared in the sight of all nations: a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and the glory of your people Israel.” THIS occurrence need celebration—through praise and honor, through warmth and family, through joyful telling of stories and song!

Regarding #2, perhaps its the "feel good" stories, Christmas Carol, etc. that can bring a focus toward fellow man and redemption. The cold weather as we're nestled in under our blankets with cocoa vs. the thoughts of the homeless on the street. The Holiday and the loss of loved ones. Or the lonely.

Conviction #2, this consideration and attitude needs to take place year-round. We do our best, but we all lose the vision. The priority of reaching, communicating with and reforming others—through the redeeming power of Jesus—needs to be our #1 focus 365 days a year. Not just around the 25th of December. Now, a lot of folks may be good at this. I just know I should always try to do better than I have.

I hope this makes sense. There is a lot on my mind and heart about this....

Holiday Obligations

This Christmas as with every Christmas, I find that I am busy, cynical toward the commercialization, trying to keep the family joyful, and working hard up until some time off. All the while, trying to remember the Christ child. Last night I was smacked in the face by a couple of verses.

• "I am obligated both to Greeks and non-Greeks, both to the wise and the foolish. That is why I am so eager to preach the gospel also to you who are in Rome. For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile." Romans 1:14-16
• "Remember how the LORD your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands. He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna, which neither you nor your ancestors had known, to teach you that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD. Your clothes did not wear out and your feet did not swell during these forty years. Know then in your heart that as a man disciplines his son, so the LORD your God disciplines you. Observe the commands of the LORD your God, walking in obedience to him and revering him." Deuteronomy 8:1-6

Not only is this a time of reverence for Christ's birth, but additionally, a reminder of our place in the world. A world that needs us. Greeks and non-Greeks. Jew and Gentile. Haves and Have-nots. Friends and Enemies. Haters and Hatees. The Successful and the Failures. The Straight and the Gay. The Cheater and the Cheated. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

We are obligated to open our homes—without worry as to the pomp and experience—just open them. We are obligated to open our hearts. We are obligated to open our wallets. We are obligated to open our mouths. We must remember how the Lord your God...

Faith and Flying

Hebrews 11:1 shares "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."

Hoping and Not Seeing. Not exactly a concept which can instill a lot of confidence in the day and age. In the professional landscape, we must ensure ROI.  And establish the pathway to success and move along it accordingly.

But what about us. What about us with our lives. Should we live our lives Hoping and Not Seeing? Doesn't seem to make all the sense in the world, does it?


I flew in to Atlanta from Minneapolis last night. Now flying to me is always a little odd. A big heavy metallic tube with wings that launches me and my fellow passengers up into the air and brings us back down safely, quite a ways away from where we started. You get on. The door is shut. It's crowded. A metallic voice shares status updates as to your whereabouts. And you just sit there—perhaps every once in a while getting up to pee—then right back to your seat. I hope this plane is gonna do as I believe it will. Get me where I want to go.

So, I had been dialed in to a couple of USA Today crosswords from the past couple of days, and took in some airline TV entertainment. Then the metallic voice shared that we were approaching our destination and to please check the security of your seat belt. At this point I am always reminded of the big, heavy, metallic tube with wings thing and check my seat belt. It was a bit of a rocky decline. Probably due to the weather. Swaying side to side. Back and forth. I tightened by seat again and again. Though I couldn't see the ground, I hoped we got there safely. And as I tightened my seat belt, I was more and more latching myself on to this plane.


Now if faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen, then am I tightening my belt to Jesus? Do I fully entrust Him to bring me safely to a destination which is a ways away from where I started? Tested faith is quite a definer of that which you have faith in. And the Lord has historically proven flight-worthy. Honestly though, I am a little scared of a tested faith—when all we can do is tighten our seat belt to that (or whom) which we trust. And this is a life full of faith tests.

Don't Think I Can

The question is not,"Can someone lead a good life without Christianity?" The question is, "Can I?" - CS Lewis 

I don't believe so...

Grind? Really.

The first day back after a long weekend is always a tough one. After few days away from the office—time with family and friends, and a good bit of rest—dialing back into the grind of work is not always an easy thing to do. My first born didn't even want me to mention the word "school" yesterday. And I don't think I am quite ready to think about marketing, retail communication, and design.

I have a friend that had a death in his family over the Thanksgiving weekend. May God be with him and his family, provide a new-found peace, and may they be surrounded with support and love.

Life is a lot more than we often consider. May I keep a good perspective on what a grind really is. And hold an awareness of a bigger picture than my own.

Whack Friday

So this morning after the meal (Thanksgiving that is), I am sufficiently still full. And frankly a little remorseful. What was started as some settlers thanking God for their bountiful harvest and sharing a time of peace with their new neighbors (my early AM understanding of it’s origin)—has turned into a glutenous celebration of food, family, and football. Nothing against the three “Fs”. I am a big fan. But you know what I mean.

I did enjoy a marvelous meal with my folks, some in-laws, my wife and kids. We did thank God for what we have and played a dinnertable game to offer additional thanks—and I am deeply thankful for a lot. But I gotta tell ya, this morning after the meal, as I sit in an Atlanta Bread Company, still belly full, watching the cars tear around and fill up the Kohl’s parking center for pre-dawn sales opportunities, I am quite in a contemplative mood.

First of all, why do we eat so much? I’ve heard that we get three days worth of our optimal caloric intake in the span of three hours. When do our appetites say “uncle”? And even when they do, why do we override that voice?

Secondly, when did we decide that we need to grab another day (all 24 hours of it) after this feast to shop? I don’t understand this experience. Perhaps its to simply save a few bucks—perhaps its simply the lunacy associated with it. However, it does seem a nauseatingly appropriate activity for our society and culture. Why not spend a day eating and sitting around, then go and buy a bunch of stuff for ourselves or those really close to us. Probably a lot of which is using credit (you know, the money that we don’t even have). You could argue that the gift is in the giving, but I really doubt the legitimacy of a lot of that speak. Its to get the stuff, y’all.

Then there is the stress. Some of which comes from our internal battle to rationalize or justify our glutenous behavior—after all, we’ve earned this money. Some of which comes from our self indulgent desire to have our kids have what other kids have. Or ourselves having what the Jones’ have. And not being perceived as less than, or unthankful in our gifting.

What if this Holiday Season we focused outside of ourselves. What if we took the money designated to our kids and told them that we were gonna use it to help a couple of children stay alive and eat for a year. Or that we were gonna help keep some young preteen girls from being sold into the sex slave market. Or that we were gonna help find a cure for childhood cancer. Or that we really don’t have the kind of money to buy all of the stuff.

What if this Holiday Season we focused on Jesus. The God/man who had ownership on true perspective. The One who could answer all of the “whys” that we ask. The One who provided the ultimate example of gift giving.

What if this became a season of appetite control, sacrifice and honor due. Clearly, I am no shining star in the battle to overcome appetite and don’t continually give sacrificially. I fall way short. But with God’s help, and and as I consider Him and His desires for me, and respond to that help and consideration, I can move further that way.

"Therefore, with minds that are alert and fully sober, set your hope on the grace to be brought to you when Jesus Christ is revealed at his coming. As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do; for it is written: “Be holy, because I am holy.” " 1 Peter 1:13-16


Of course there are exceptional folks who are exceptions to some generalizations above, but I think you know where I am coming from....

The Art of Art

There's a young guy at Quick Trip that has the early shift. Outside of the "thank you see you soon" type of communication that you receive at every quick trip, he wished me "Have a great Thanksgiving". This guy is consistent. I see him a good deal of mornings when I stop in for a knock-off Red Bull. He is always pleasant. And even memorable.

Seth Godin would call this art. How we do things. Not why or for what we do things, but simply how. Particularly the little things.

I believe this takes a simplification mentality, a self-awareness, and an honest desire to make the world a better place. Clearly there are things which influence our abilities to do this. Our beliefs, attitudes, and energy play key roles.

You could argue I was an artist by trade, but that is what I do. It's when we apply art to what we do—and perhaps more particularly, the moments we do—that makes it more meaningful, and arguably more impactful. I think I'd rather be known for my art. Might I create art today.

Thanksgiving

"Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful." Colossians 3:15

I am thankful for:

• Each day being new
• Forgiveness
• A wife who loves me, listens to me and I get to love!
• Children to love and influence
• Friends of all styles, shapes and sizes
• A Savior
• Perspective
• A steady paycheck
• The little things
• A voice
• Gratitude
• The ability to change
• Joy in pain
• Example and influence
• The Word of God
• Good music and song
• Laughter
• Community
• Discovery
• The glory of nature
• Expression
• Giving
• Learning
  
• Course correction
• Folks who put up with me—warts and all
• A good book
• A nice India Pale Ale
  
• And more...

Not necessarily in that order :)

Another Angel

Well, another Rally Kid is now with her Creator. Hailey Trainer passed away on Sunday morning. She was the oldest living survivor of her form of solid brain tumor. Oldest at some 2.5 years. I wrote about her a few of months ago (Not Again). Once again the questions of "why" will plague many around Hailey. At this point, logic flees. Certainly you could put a clinical hat on and explain the effect of cancer, but many of us are not that clinical. But logic escapes. In any sort of place where logic resided it is replaced. Replaced with grief, anger, sorrow, faith, peace, frustration, clinging, support, escapism, compassion, sympathy, confusion and understanding.

We were discussing pain and suffering the other day in a class. We talked about how we can very easily throw a well intentioned Bible verse out with the hope to help provide some support and clarity. All too often, that doesn't help much for the recipient of said verse. I don't think we can ever fully understand the ways and means of God. Not here. Not now.

"Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written." - John 21:25

Please pray for the Trainer family once again. Their perspective and receipt of God's grace has been amazing to experience.

Open Wide

Clearly there are many things which can influence our behavior. And additionally a link between our behavior and impulse reactions.

• What occupies our thoughts?
• What do we consider when we steal our heads away from the noise of society and media?
• What are the influences in our decision making?

If we answer these quickly and authentically, it can paint a snapshot of how we respond, converse, or behave.

We need to examine ourselves often. To be inward focused. I am not talking selfishness. But honestly looking at ourselves and and seeing what truly motivates us, and how those motivators express themselves and are lived out. Lived out in the things we say. The things we own. The things we do with our time. The things we do with our money. Perhaps self examination is an exercise we should all perform frequently. All too often we don't. It can be like going to the dentist.

I went through a long period of time during and post college where I'd neglected my dental visits. Needless to say, when I realized it had been far to long, I went in for a first of what turned out to be many visits to get things squared away from a teeth standpoint. There was a couple of visits for cleanings, a few for cavities and caps. I got the whole nine short of a root canal. Oddly, I enjoyed it. Not in a sadomasochistic way, but just that I knew it was a good thing to do for my mouth's future. There was discomfort, pain, and a monetary piece as well. It did change my behavior. Upon getting myself through this period of reclaiming my overall oral health, I find that I am flossing more and doing better things for my choppers.

We need to pay ourselves a visit often. Take the x-rays that reveal where we truly need a cleaning, a hole filled, or some overall replacing of things. I believe that if we do this, honestly, and on an ongoing basis, we can receive transformational change. And in turn have a big effect on the impulse of our thoughts, words, actions, and reactions.

Now I still visit the dentist on a regular basis, and have recently found that I have a couple of cavities. And during my self examination, the cleanings continue...

This Than or This

In raising two boys I have many times tried the reward system to encourage good behavior, decisions or choices. The if you do this than you can technique. This has proven effective in many cases, not so effective in others. Part of me really believes there should be no reward system as a lot of things simply are the right thing to do. And I want my boys to learn that we don't necessarily do something so we can get something, or gain permission to do something, or stave off any unwanted outcome.

I am fortunate enough to work with a team of folks who have spent the last two days reexamining how, what, and why we do what we do as a professional group. It has driven fruitful conversation about motivators. When thinking about professional environments, we typically look at a reward and goal system. If we do this than we will achieve High Sales, Profit, Recognition, Relationship, Promotion, Time Off, etc..

But what about us? How much of what we do is reward or result driven—solely reward or result driven. Or to stave off an unwanted outcome.

What if we took a this only approach? Not only in our professional lives, but more importantly in our personal lives.

• This is active
• This concentrates on how I do things
• This is rooted in why I do things
• This is grounded in belief, faith, compassion and restoration

Moreover, selfless. This is what I will do and this is how I will do it. I am not talking vocation or activity, but more energy and spirit.

What if we could all take this approach and not only blur any lines between the personal and professional, but decide we'd let outcomes rest out of our own hands. Trusting in God to deliver whatever outcome He deemed appropriate, or right. What sort of impact could we have?

Risky, yes. Exciting, definitely. Easy, no. Can I do this?

Psalm 37:5 states "Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and He will do this"

Brand New Day

I can't remember what the brand was (Total®?) that had the jingle when I was growing up that sung "Today is the first day of the rest of your life.". Perhaps that has been around for a long time, or someone really significant coined it, but I recall it from a commercial.

My wife and I had been attending a class centered around Soul Health. This was an interesting class which was facilitated (see 10/18 post) by an older fellow. This guy had a sweet spirit, and a grace about him—white hair, and a twinkle in his eye (think santa, not as fat, no beard, in a yellow sweater and khaki's). Certainly he'd done some tough, strong, "man stuff" through some wartime experience, but this guy now was something warm and gentle. He commented one morning "Though our bodies are decaying, our inner man is renewed everyday." You could sense that there was a genuineness to him saying this. You could also sense a childlike joy emitting from this older guy.

Now I have had many Monday morning diet, New Year's smoke quits, I'll start working out tomorrows, I'll pray mores, I'll do whatevers, to understand the decay piece as well as the desire to be renewed. My problem is that I tend to take renewal into my own hands.

C.S. Lewis tweeted (well, not C.S. doing the tweeting, but someone on his behalf) that "I am sure God keeps no one waiting unless He sees that it is good for them to wait". Now God must be saddened as we try to "do life" on our own without him. But I also imagine that, at times, He may have slight fatherly smile on his face, watching his children struggle, thinking "they'll see". This patience on God's part is a component in our learning and renewing process. And He'll let us struggle and fail on our own.*

We need to remember that our days become renewed when we stop our own self-management and Seek Ye First (Matt6:33), and allow the Lord to Restore our Souls (Psalm 23). I just wish I did more of this as I all to often keep my own hands tightly gripped on life's reigns.



*Certainly, in this world, struggle and failure won't cease as we rely on God, but there will be peace and joy amidst the struggle and our end game is assured.

Rally On!

Had the wonderful privilege to attend Rally Foundation's Benefit Bash last Thursday night. The event raises awareness and funding for childhood cancer research. The party was great, the food was wonderful, Atlanta's own Sweetwater brews were available (an added benefit—pun intended), Atlanta Brave Brian McCann and his wife Ashely were hosts, folks were extremely generous, but what stole the show was Lily Anderson, the guest Rally Kid and solid tumor fighter, singing Mylie Cyrus' The Climb.

Enjoy it here.

Visit RallyFoundation.org for more information on Rally Kids, the Foundation, and how you can help!

The Vote Bloat

I voted this morning. This is always an interesting situation to be in. Standing in line with my fellow citizens and making the decisions on who will represent us and be our voice. Additionally, trying to make sense of a few amendments from my yellow practice ballot. There were a few at the front of the line in a pretty boisterous conversation as to the state of the country and who's fault it was. And there were others who (myself included) just stood in line to wait our turn. I was seventh. I have now done my civic duty/participated in a glorious opportunity/joined the system/made some ignorant decisions/toed the party line/boldly entrusted some new leadership/hoped for change/or whatever.

A friend posted as his Facebook status the question is voting a Privilege or Duty. I guess it could be both. Or certainly more. However, in this day and age Politics and Voting have probably veered way past the Privilege/Duty rhealm. The big business of Fox News and CNN and the blood-thirsty and overly passionate yelling which goes on nightly has taken away my joy of the vote.

Additionally, this thirst/passion has worked its way into society and you can have those who've thrown in the towel having been so frustrated with government in general. And the "Look at me I voted and I am wearing this sticker to let you know that I voted and you should to and if you don't you are unamerican and should be ashamed of yourself".*

Does this loudness really get in the way of our true Privileges or Duties as people. Our Privileges and Duties to love. Our Privileges and Duties to give. Our Privileges and Duties to serve. Our Privileges and Duties to honor.You cannot legislate this stuff. And we try. One side will say that if you take money away, than people will have less to give. The other will say that if you don't take money away, people will hoard it. Both of which may be true. But this may take our focus off our neighbors both next door, and across the globe.

Now I am not for some sort of Utopian, "let's hope we can all love and care for each other and there is no need for government" sort of thing. But I do believe we could all think and act more along those lines. Not to an endgame. But we should consider how each each of us individually participate in loving and caring—how we use our privileges and duties.

We cannot entirely get there here and now. The Bible makes it evident that this earth will pass away (Matt 24:34-36). And we should not expect a government or election to cure us. Ever. But we each have a role to play. 1 John 2:9 states "Anyone who claims to be in the light but hates a brother or sister is still in the darkness." Let's all take a look inward this election day. Hold the mirror up to ourselves, vs. the microscope to others.

A bit long today, but there's a lot on my mind about this stuff. Hope it makes sense.



*Clearly I have categorized some groups here, but my main thinking is that we all can get so bloated in ourselves, and in the positions we take that we lose the ability to hear, care and serve. Certainly there are folks who do a darn good job of navigating the ideological and social arenas in special and unique ways which are beneficial to society as a whole and are an example to others.

Unfollow Unclutter

I need to do some purging of my Twitter and Facebook accounts. Maybe I am just old, but personally I don't have the attention span or desire to monitor all the updates, insights or general self-indulgences. I expressed some feelings a little while back (Social Medium) (Filling the White Space) about Twitter and social media in and of itself, but I have found I just can't keep up with all the noise, and need to keep to that is not a part of the clutter.*

I do really like and use Twitter. The 140 character limit causes one to pare down communication quite nicely. And when used well from a content/pace standpoint, can really have impact—or cause a good laugh (thank you, Conan).

A bit of my blog inspiration has launched from a few well-tweeted words. And, I guess in a quasi-hypocritical manner, I can sometimes take these words and create a long-winded diatribe of my own.

So if you find yourself unfriended, blocked, unfollowed, or whatever, it is simply because I can't keep up. Or there are too many words. Or the pace is too frequent. My 43-year-old body and mind can only take in so much.




*Clearly I am speaking to my own individual noise equivalent and clutter. Of course with Twitter/Facebook we can individualize to suit your own desires, needs, and wants. However, sometimes we can get sucked in a bit deeper that we ought. Enough said...I don't want to get started...

Grace Allowance

Ephesians 7 reads "In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace" When I consider Grace, I initially envision a soft, caring, supportive, encouraging, merciful image in my mind. According to Webster's, grace is "unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification"—additionally defines riches as "things that make one rich : wealth"—then, wealth as "abundant supply".

To yesterday's posting where I thought about the Grace for the moment vs. the future, I am encouraged to know that there is an abundant supply and that this is something we can receive without our merit. And that this is intended for regeneration and sanctification—to rebuild us and change us.

A while back I wrote about allowing for change (http://rickfossum.blogspot.com/2010/03/allowing-change.html) and how we, or those around us, respond when change in ourselves or others occurs. As God provides grace for the moment, we should all in turn should do the same.

Its been said that "one man's garbage is another man's treasure". I suppose this means that we all should consider what we consider garbage or riches.

Nearly Graced

A friend of mine whom has a child facing a degenerative disease was encouraged with this statement. "God provides grace for the moment. Not for our imagination".

God won't waste his Grace on our worry. He is asking us to live each moment—utterly trusting and resting in Him. As our mind gets active, and worry or concern sets in, our focus is elsewhere, and God doesn't tolerate elsewhere very well—nor will He Grace it.

Moving Things Along

My wife and I started a new study series at our church yesterday. Its in a classroom setting. Lots of chairs facing the front. A guy standing at a small podium in front of a whiteboard. There was a handout which had the guy up front's name and had his title as "facilitator". Not teacher, or leader. He's not standing up there teaching us, reading from his script. Just ensuring that things move along. And that there is some structure towards an end game.

I am a designer. People are salesmen, mechanics, housewives, teachers, students. I think I'd rather my vocation, or even a non-professional moniker be "facilitator". Perhaps we should all move ourselves to be facilitators. Folks who ensure that things are moving along with some sort of structure. Providing some sort of cross-pollination throughout our lives that has us assisting the process of thought, word and deed*.

I think often times I/we can see our "time at the podium" as a time to lead, teach or make our mark. And we don't see opportunities for facilitation. If we could all be so in tune to recognize cross-pollination or facilitation opportunities—particularly when action is required—maybe we'd lead more robust lives and impact more people.


*Of course that which is facilitated towards could be positive or negative.

Something Out of Nothing

I am in my minivan driving my second born to school today and, as we pass by a neighbors house, he shares: "Yesterday, my friend and I were bored so we went by Miss Clemmie's house, knocked on her door, and sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to her.". Are you kidding me?! Who does this?!

Miss Clemmie is a recently widowed woman of 70 or so. A real sweetheart who bakes a mean cake. In James 1:27, we are called to "look after orphans and widows". I asked my son if she liked it. He said she did.

I wish I were more like this. Climbing out of repetition and boredom to sing a song to someone. Not necessarily literally—though that would be cool—but creating something out of nothing. To make a moment—to make a mark.

Everyone's a Critic

For the life of me, I can't remember who stated it last week, but I was struck enough to take notes on my smart phone—Create vs. Critique. It is all too easy to have an opinion, or share what you believe is right or wrong with a situation vs. doing something about it.

• Critiquing is easy. Creation takes effort.
• Critiquing is all too often the default response. Creation takes consideration.
• Critiquing is typically negative. Creation searches for opportunity.
• Critiquing is drop and run. Creation is investment.

Clearly I am/can be/have been quite a critic. Somebody says or does something that I don't care for and I'll quickly point out my disagreement. Nothing wrong with disagreement, but is there an opportunity to take action—to do something about it? Here, I know I fall short...most of the time.

I critique my kids, my wife, my colleagues, my clients, my friends, my enemies, my church, my television, all sources of opinion and simply that which occurs while I am awake. I believe most of us don't take advantage of the our opportunities to create something. What would happen if we did?

What Do YOU Want?

I had the opportunity to spend last Thursday and Friday at Catalyst (www.catalystspace.com). A two-day Church/Christian leadership event. And what an event it was! Highly creative, Highly introspective, Highly motivating, Highly informative, Highly inspirational, and now I am Highly confused. Not in a bad sense, but in a "what do I do with all of this" sense. I took pages and pages of notes which will take time to digest and meditate upon.

Now I am the type of person that can easily be swayed into a "Yes! What he said! Let's go for it—let's do it!" reaction. My Sr. Pastor, Crawford Lorrits, recently tweeted that "the difference between reaction and response is listening".

So, instead of packing it all up and moving to Africa to feed the orphans (though who knows what the future holds), I need to take the time to actively and patiently listen—spend time in God's Word—and figure out what He wants me to do with all of this. Clearly, there are some things certain: My responsibilities as a husband and father. But after that, who knows? Needless to say, I am challenged.

Anyway, more to come blogwise I am sure...

Social Medium

So I wanted to tweet that the Donald Miller "Blue Like Jazz" movie is actually gonna be made due to the donations of many, and not a studio's funding. Then I asked myself "why?". Was it just to tweet? To let folks know that I was aware? To acknowledge that I was a donor?

This Twitter/Facebook thing is perhaps the most narcissistic medium ever. Yet, what about a blog?

Waiting Room

It's been said in sports that a good defense beats a good offense. Perhaps their is no better defense than patience. Sometimes sitting back, quietly and patiently, and taking what could be perceived as a loss can prove victorious. Particularly in the area of parenting.

I recall coming home for a first break from college,I sat at the dinner table with the family and ranted about something or other as if I, a seasoned college student and young adult, had all the answers—had life figured out. I am sure that my folks sat there, quietly, and thought (perhaps shared between the two of them later that evening) he'll see. Dictionary.com defines a patient as a "person or thing that undergoes an action". As a parent, we often undergo a lot of actions.

Now I am a talker, and oftentimes find it difficult to sit quietly. You know, Fire, Ready, Aim. Certainly patience is a virtue both inside and outside of parenthood. Oftentimes in many personal and professional instances, I wish I would undergo more actions without worry, voicing an opinion, or reaction.

Proverbs 19:11 states "A man's wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offense."

Yes, patience is for sure a virtue. And it matures with age. Use it or lose it.

But Why?

My first born has quite the propensity to ask "why". If I ask him to stop doing something—why?. If I ask him start doing something—why?. It can be a series of whys that builds and builds to a potential boiling point on occasion. He may want to skip out on the task at hand, but the boy is also just a curious cat. Sometimes I have to remind myself of this in order to turn the boiling down to the general household simmer. Occasionally I pull out a "because I said so". Which, in my opinion, should be enough. Unfortunately, we don't always see eye to eye on that rationale.

But what about us. Do we ask ourselves "why?".* What are the motives behind what we say and do. Do we truly examine our thoughts, our actions and what directs or influences us. I am not talking blue or white socks, but more like "why did I just say that?". "Why did I just think that?". What are our motives. Are we self aware enough to know this? And when we do examine the motives, are we happy with that which has motivated us?

When I do consider my "why", all to often it can be "because I say/think/did so", or "because I felt like it", and not truly understanding or considering my influences, which tend to lean towards the selfish nature. I need to take more time to ask the "why" in my life.



* I'm not talking child/parent dialogue about cleaning a room, here. But a broader scope of decision making, commenting, and a general living out of things.

The Lot of Plot

Last night, my first born asked me to help him study for his 6th grade reading test. I was perusing his study notes and found that he was covering Plots and Themes within stories. Now I am a big fan of Donald Miller's Million Miles in a Thousand Years (I can't recommend a book more) in which he examines what makes a good story, and how our life story can impact the robustness of our own lives. Therefore, my son was in for some serious study help. If I can remember per my son's study notes, a good story will have the following:

1. The Plot-the overall facts and events within a story
2. An Exposition-the setting of time, characters and place within a story
3. A Conflict-well...a conflict
4. Rising Conflict-escalating events toward a climax
5. A Climax-the culmination of conflict within a story
6. Falling Conflict-a series of events which bring the climax toward conclusion
7. Conclusion-the concluding statement or rationale

Now I know I butchered some of the above but, after all, I am a Dad and perhaps not smarter than a sixth grader.

The we explored Theme-the point the author is trying to make. Both implied theme and obvious theme.

I walked through his study example, then made up my own story—something about two twins who always fought until a fire broke out, then mentioned how the Who's Tommy album (which he and I have listened intently to on long road trips) had all of the above, then read the story of the Prodigal Son, and then revisited the story of the Gospel—from its exposition of the God/Babe in Bethlehem through the rising conflict of the Pharisaic denouncement of Christ's authority, through the climax of crucifiction and resurrection to the conclusion of the sufficiency of sacrifice and salvation with God. All the while with the underlying theme of God providing the vehicle for his children to reunite with Him.

Now the poor kid probably got more than he'd bargained for when he asked me to help him study, but it probably stuck—we'll see.

Not to get too Miller-like, but if we do look for this in our lives—this storyline—the plot—the themes, it makes our mere lives all the more robust. My wife and I were considering this as we were talking on our Anniversary (13 great years) a couple of days ago. We looked back at the hard times, the times when we battle through, or made right decisions, or overcame obstacles. And realize that THIS is where the robustness and energy of life shows up. The plots and themes in our lives—particularly the reoccurring themes—need to be recognized, dealt with, celebrated and remembered.

And they all lived happily ever after....well...sort of....

Just Love?

This morning in a discussion group at church, we examined Love God and Love Your Neighbor as being the way to do Christianity. These are both good and incredibly important things. But when Jesus was talking with the Pharisees about what the greatest Commandment was—after He said that that there were no Commandments greater than these—the Pharisee agreed and recognized this love being more important than church traditions, etc.. Interesting was that Jesus said that his agreement had the Pharisee "not far" from the kingdom of God.*

Not far. Close, but no cigar. I am a big fan of the God/Neighbor love. Yet what is missing from the "cigar" is Jesus. He is the critical piece to the "cigar". The completing piece. The divisive piece. The hard piece. Sometimes I forget this. We cannot not keep him forefront. We cannot truly and fully love without our understanding of our own failures and sin—and the recognition of the selfless and atoning love of Jesus.

I am gonna try to continue to love the Lord with all my heart, soul, mind and strength. And love my neighbor as myself. And I want to do it through the lens and relationship of Jesus. No easy task. But the goal.

*See Mark 12:28-34

Thanks Right Now

A friend and fellow thinker posted the following to his Facebook status update:

There are days when I find it difficult to understand intent. They are usually not the days when life is going great. We often look for understanding in the midst of trial; but infrequently in triumph. We rarely ask WHY, with the "All I Have". But have no problems asking WHY, with the "All I Need". In everything give THANKS....Declare Something Today!!!!!

When times are tough, or intent of occurrences is unclear, we reach to God. However, He can move out of our own focus when things are rolling right along. It takes a discipline of consistent desire, communication and prayer to recognize God in our days of want (and have), in addition to need.

Truly—in everything—all things—all times—we are called to give thanks. We need to keep our antennae up and our heads clear to do this. In order to recognize all things God has created for each of us—unique to ourselves and our individual lives—to be thankful for.

"Give thanks to the LORD Almighty, for the LORD is good; his love endures forever." For I will restore the fortunes of the land as they were before,' says the LORD. - Jeremiah 33:11

The Christian Brand

A week or so ago, I was writing about marketing and the church. It had me consider, what is the "brand" of Christianity, or the church. There are all too many stories of hypocrisy, judgementalism, and a relative holier than thou perspective, which have helped shape a broader brand. Some of which is quite true. Some of which is an unfortunate misperspective.

Clearly this "brand" could use some attention. Not in a macro level to change peoples perception at a broad level—as if to say, Look, the church is cool, Look, we are an inclusive organization, Look we do really care. No, the attention must come at a micro level. A self-examination of each individual's relationship with Jesus— what He actually means, has done, and has set a life example for. And our subsequent response.

This requires work (in an effort and focused-persistence sense) and attention to detail. Yet almost conversely, freedom, spontaneity, and reckless abandon. We must assume a "choose today who you will serve" and a "love your neighbor" dynamic. The church and church goers (clearly myself included) must visit the mirror. Often.

Rights or Wrong

So this Gainesville, Florida pastor is organizing an "International Burn a Koran Day".

Is this:

• A temple-table-turning incident?
• A publicity stunt?
• An act based on heartfelt beliefs?
• A skewed interpretation of defending your religion? Your God?
• The right thing to do?
• Asking for trouble?

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I heard Robin Roberts state on Good Morning America that "...just because you have the right to do something doesn't mean you should.". Which I thought was a pretty agreeable statement. All to often, folks take there individual rights and presume them on others (think NRA, GLAD, and other acronymed or faith-based organizations). And we in turn put such a face on the folks involved—such a distaste. And all too often we lose sight of the individual—the human being—the God created.

We need to be tolorant of the dignity and value of every human being. We shouldn't lump their beliefs into their humanity (a nod to my pastor here). Certainly the degrees of tolorance of beliefs is open to interpretation, but when the grace and love for the individual is lost in the mix—shame on us.

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Is this Gainesville pastor taking some Jesus defending into his own hands? Could be. Does Jesus need this sort of defending? I think not.

When asked in Mark 12, "Of all the commandments, which is the most important?" answered Jesus, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.' The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these.". Do we burn books and incite? Or love and pray for our enemies. To everything, there is a season. Is this one of them?

Graphic Teesus

I am in marketing. I participate in the sale every day. I understand targeting messages toward a customer. I've seen marketing done in honest and dishonest ways. And many times I have seen over thought, over consideration, and over messaging which doesn't even allow a product to speak on its own. It is lost in the delivery.

Nike has done an outstanding job of marketing its brand moreso than its product. I wonder who truly researches and understands the benefits of a Nike shoe vs. another manufacturers. I'd venture to say it has mostly to do with the swoosh on the side and the credence it holds*. You could say this is exemplary. And perhaps it is within the industry and the marketplace.

I am curious if we are doing the same thing with "church". There seems to be an overemphasis on style and performance in many churches or faith experiences these days.

Now this is nothing new. The pharisees had their performance of overobedience to the law, and the pomposity associated with it. We've been exposed to our fair share of over-the-top faith healing southern baptist preachers, not to mention Arsenio Hall's hysterical black Pentecostal portrayal from Coming to America. And I am sure there were many others along the way. I am curious that if today's representation of a pastor et al. would be some skinny jeans, cool hair, and a graphic tee.

Is there too much of a blending into current cultural experiences from our churches? Do we feel a need to provide entertainment from our churches**? Does God need us to do this? Or does this get between us and God? I wonder what God would think of the time and energy spent on strategic thinking and messaging discussion on how to reach "today's" audience in a relevant way. Does God need help reaching? Is the ancient-of-days-way not relevant anymore?

Now to be transparent and clear. I have a pair of designer jeans (they were a gift). I have a couple of graphic tees. I go to a church which has some tremendous worship time, gifted singers and musicians, and a dynamic spirit-filled preacher. I'm not saying this stuff is wrong, but we just need to ensure it holds its proper position. Subservient to God.

A buddy was sharing something that is going on in Idaho called Cowboy Church. I guess this is just some folks in some fields with some pickups—reading their Bibles, talking about God, praying and singing a bit. Sort of sounds like an upper room from a long time ago.

Maybe I am old fashioned...




*Clearly Nike makes a good product or they wouldn't have been able to leverage their brand and product line as successfully as they have.
**Certainly it makes sense to reach an audience where and how they need to be reached, but I believe sometimes this dilutes the reality of God and sort of makes him more like us instead of the other way around.

Safe Cracking

For those of us who live in an environment and a economic state which is of astronomical proportion compared to the majority of our country and world, I wonder if it is too easy to remain in our own shell of an existence. Does this cause me/us to be too sedentary. Too comfortable. Too safe. Perhaps God is asking us to be actively still, remain where we are, and retain some of the status quo. Or do we need to crack the safe from our world and venture out a bit. Or a lot.

This safe cracking can take on many forms. Mission. Investment. Discomfort. Etc. Certainly we shouldn't create some sort of radical change for change sake. But are we open to it if so led? Would I/we actually breakthrough the shell?

Consider Consider

I have a dear friend who has made the statement that he "no longer considers white people". Upon first hearing this statement, as a white guy, I was taken aback a bit. BUT, upon true consideration (and conversation), I got the understanding that what he means is that he doesn't want to live daily with the consideration as to what another race would think of him or his actions. It must have taken quite a bit of consideration to no longer consider this.

We don't consider much these days. We know a good bit. We have opinions, etc. thrust in our face from many sources. And we are busy. I believe that I/we can be too predispositioned or too made up in our minds to consider much these days.

Consider the political arena. Consider religion. Consider God. Consider faith. Consider our neighbor. Consider our inner cities. Consider the fatherless. Consider the childless. Consider the homosexual. Consider the servant. Consider the leaders. Consider the addict. Consider the donors. Consider the beaten. Consider the convict. Consider the lonely. Consider the busy. Consider the proud.

We are too quick to combat, agree or conclude.* Consideration takes our time.

What if some long haired guy was talking about flowers...Hey man, think about this flower. Think about the petals, and how they grow. Think about how they don't even have to try. They just sit around and let the rain fall on them. Let the roots drive deeper into the ground. Their petals are more beautiful than anything you could buy with money, man. Bill Gates has nothing compared to this flower...we'd probably think this guy was smoking a bit too much.

Take the time to consider.



*Certainly we can have stalwart beliefs and convictions which are paramount in our lives. However, sometimes these can become blinders to some things we might need to "consider".

Not Again

So Hailey Trainer is the longest living survivor of her form of brain cancer at two years old. A few months ago there was a wonderful birthday celebration of her life. Hailey rolled on the floor and wrestled with her older brother. Now, another tumor...

Amid the horrible news comes the "why" and the wrenching decision-making of the parents, particularly when they've just been through this. I was told one of the really hard parts of the recurrence of cancer is the fact that you know what you are going to be going through. I guess this is time for the Body to come surround the Trainers with love, support, and to bathe them in prayer.

I have started reading a book called Radical with the subtitle "taking your faith back from the American Dream". The first couple of chapters have shared the cost of faith in the third world. Life-risking faith. Pain-submitting faith. I suppose the Trainers can relate a bit right now.

Pray that the Trainers faith remains strong—that they can somehow hold fast to God as they deal with horror here on earth. And that the faith of those (myself included) who hear of this story, or are close with the Trainers perhaps can understand that some of God's allowance is out of the scope of our understanding. And that all He wants us to do is trust Him. And that we are to recognize our alien status in this world. And that He has another world intended for us. Like His first....

Losing My Relation

I've found that as I age (turned 43 last week) that I am having more and more of the "kids these days-type" conversations. I had another two nights ago. At dinner with a few friends we talked about how "relationship" is going, or has gone out of business relationships. It seems these are more and more data-driven relations. ROI, efficiencies, cost saving mechanisms, outsourcing, are all not only common practice, but thwarting the actual relationship. Surely delivering success and savings, etc. is an integral part of good business, but the add on of the who we work with, and why we work with them, and the trusted pieces are of lesser importance.

We are even losing our relations on the personal level. Our lives are busier than ever and we often don't have any "room" to build relationships. We rush from one thing to another, are bombarded with technology, and time is sucked away. More and more we've got to be intentional about relationships. They have got to take a priority. We've got to recognize, nurture, and place emphasis on them in order to enjoy the fulfillment they offer.

Of all places, last night, The Office brought into existence the art of relationship, albeit over a few margaritas. Steve Carell's Michael Scott negotiated a big deal for Dunder Mifflin over an Awesome Blossom onion and some Baby-back ribs at Chili's, much to the shock of his hard-nosed boss. Now I am not saying the idiotic Scott is a saavy business guy, and much of the Dunder Mifflin experience is not exemplary, but there was an often overlooked, sweet spirit of relationship that showed up bar side at Chili's where a couple of guys talked, cared and wanted to do better and provide more to their respective stakeholders. And, having "related", trusted the other to do their part.

Mornings with Dolly: Straining the Leash

Dolly’s leash is made of woven nylon, colored blue gray, and roughly 6 feet long. When we are walking, this is her lifeline. When a car approaches, or we walk by another dog, I grip the middle of the leash and keep her close at my side as far away from any harm as I can.

Now Dolly is not one of those trained to heal kind of dogs. She is more of a pull as far as I can on the leash until I am strained in my breathing kind of dogs. I don’t know that I can properly put into writing the sound she makes when she’s straining as she does, but its something like “hecccchhh, heccchhh, heccchhhh”.

So, this leash is her lifeline. Yet she wants more. If I were to let her go. Unleash her. She’d most likely take off (probably eventually come back when called) on some sort of dog adventure, maybe get struck by a car, beat up by a dog, eat a dead animal, or just simply have a blast until she decided to come back.

Freedom. Running care free. Running wreckless. Are there too many leashes in this world? Things which constrain us? Even things which keep us restrained from harm? Society has its fair share of leash needs. They are there to keep order. Parenting surely has its fair share of leash needs. But they are there to protect, coach and guide our kids to be unleashed. Faith has its fair share of leash requirements. But they are there to protect coach and guide ourselves to be unleashed.

Mornings with Dolly: Unashamed Pooping

Dogs seem to have the innate ability to poop in public. Dolly is no exception. Her preference however is to find some nice tall grass amid which to do her doodie....err...duty. Not only is this on any given public road or property, but under the direct surveillance of their master, or in my case, their walker.

I wish to a degree that I didn’t care as much about where I pooped. In the figurative sense. I mean, this is a very personal experience. In some cases ashamed, dependent upon a previous day’s diet. I digress....back to the figurative sense. We really care too much about others seeing us in our vulnerable state of beings. Donald Miller has written in many cases about how Adam and Eve walked around, pre-fall, naked and unashamed. When they had to poop, they probably did as Dolly. Perhaps amid some taller grass. Perhaps not.

I want to be able to figuratively poop unashamedly. To not care too much. Certainly there are times where discretion is appropriate when dropping a figurative number 2. But I am encouraged to open up a bit more. To figuratively walk clotheless, and drop a big deuce when I am so inclined.

Mornings with Dolly: The Alarm Thwap

So my wife and two boys are sharing a room in a house full of the extended Fossum family. The Rick Fossums are in four twin beds in a long narrow room. Sort of like I’d picture in some sort of sea vessel. There is no door to the room. My first morning with Dolly was started with the unwelcome entry of Dolly clacking down the wooden floor and nudging her snout into mine. I probably shushed her away to which her reply was simply turning her head from me and showcasing the unceasing thwap-thwap-thwap of her tail against the mattress. On some mornings, this would leave me irritated—it is vacation after all, and it is only ten to six in the morning, for gosh sakes. But for some reason, this was a welcome sound.

Now I think I heard a comedian one time talking about dogs and the fact that they have no concept of time. And that they are as happy to see you if you’ve left for 1 minute, or a day—they are always SO happy to see you. There is an unbridled joy to a dog. And Dolly clearly was sharing hers with me via her tail thwap. So I went downstairs with Dolly with the dog walk in mind.

As I was sitting in a chair and lacing up my shoes, Dolly was tearing around the house excited to be up, excited to have people up, and excited to be a dog. My sister-in-law descended the stairs and non chalantly said good morning to Dolly. Now I was thinking that she’d have been something like “DOLLY, calm down!”, but she wasn’t. She immediately found understanding and pleasure in Dolly being a dog. I gotta admit, I found that quite cool. Too often we course correct things which may not need it, or even by nature, allow it*.

Dolly IS a dog. And a very excited and happy dog in the morning. Perhaps thrilled to go take a pee, but equally as thrilled to be awake and alive. I wanna see the morning like Dolly does. I wanna thwap my tail upon awaking.

*Clearly there is a time and place for course correction for both dogs as well as folks, but all to often we are critical and correcting when patience and understanding is what is required.

Mornings with Dolly: An Introduction

So I am on vacation with the family and have left the heat of Atlanta for the cool breeze (at the moment) of the Maine coast and Bailey Island. Now Bailey Island is a wonderful sleepy lobster fishing village where I’ve vacationed since I was a child. I figured this would be a great place for some deep thought and some unique inspirations for me to think and write about. Well, its taken a while for me to find a launching point. Perhaps the first few days were solely intended to encompass good family time, conversations, and certainly some cold beer.

Little did I know that amid all of God’s splendor of the “Down East” Maine coastline, my inspiration would come from a medium-sized, floppy eared, black mutt named Dolly. Perhaps I need to give a nod to Donald Miller’s recent blog postings from his own dog, but we really can’t target some of our sources of inspiration, and if it happens to come from an animal who takes an unabashed shit while you stand and wait, so be it.

So I’ve decided to create a few postings drawn from my morning walks with my brothers dog, Dolly.

Now my wife and I are dog people, and my boys certainly would like to be. But I have confirmed something as to my household and dogs. While on vacation getting up and going for an hour-long walk across an island is quite nice, regardless of how early you get started. However, a cold rainy Monday morning when you need to get to the office is another story. I love dogs. We just don’t own one. So this brief stint at dogging it is fun, but will most likely leave the conversation as we exit off the island in a week or so.

Gone Fishing

Pelotons

According to Wikipedia, a peloton is "a field, bunch or pack...the large main group of riders in a road bicycle race. Riders in a group save energy by riding close (drafting or slipstreaming) near (particularly behind) other riders. The reduction in drag is dramatic; in the middle of a well-developed group it can be as much as 40%."

I heard mentioned once the concept of spiritual pelotons. We all should ensure we have at least one peloton in our lives. Groups of folks who we take the life race/ride alongside who serve as teammates. People we ride closely with who can work together to "reduced the drag" in life. As per the above definition can reduce life's drag by as much as 40%. Imagine that. I can think back on many times where I could have used a drastic reduction on the headwind in my life.

I assume much of the benefit of the peloton is derived from a self-awareness and a selfless awareness:

• A self-awareness to recognize when I might be in need of rest (whatever that might look like). In addition, we also need to be transparent and prideless enough to allow this to happen. Sometimes a "buck up" approach is not the answer, and a willingness to say "help" is what is needed.
• A selfless awareness to ensure I am in tune with the other members of my peloton. To understand when I should take the lead and provide a draft to take on the headwind for another.

Within the peloton, "Teams generally attempt to cluster their members... in order to maximize their ability to affect the pack as a whole." Life throws too much at us to go it alone. If there are opportunities to "maximize the affect of the pack", we should grab them*.


*Of course the maximization of a bad thing is not good. I recall Bill Cosby in a stand up bit say something like "I was talking to a friend who did cocaine 'cause it 'intensified his personality' to which I replied, 'what if you're an asshole.". Obviously we need to be careful as to our peloton choices.

Act Your Age

I don't know how long ago C.S. Lewis lived and when specifically he wrote things, but I am constantly challenged and enlivened by some of his work. I follow a Twitter account which provides daily tweets (gosh what would C.S. think about his work being tweeted). A little while ago, this caught me both as genius and incredibly joyful. It read as follows:

"When I became a man, I put away foolish things including the fear of childishness & the desire to be grown-up"

Forgettable Me

I was reading an article on an illustrator recently (his name escapes me), and he was commenting on his rendering of George Bush as Time’s Man of the Year. This got me thinking about the ongoing Iraq war. And the Afghan war. And as I sat at NTB waiting for my new car tires, CNN is sharing as to how Wycleff Jean is continuing to raise awareness for Haiti relief. And lest we forget New Orleans post Katrina. And of course our current BP oil fiasco.

We continue to be bombarded by our world, and the thousands (or is it even millions) of media outlets and influences which vie for our time and attention. I’ll admit, I had forgotten about some of the above issues. Shame on me, I guess. Throw in our own individual influences which pull for our time (work, family, etc.) and it is a wonder we have time to truly consider a lot.

While not a big list guy, and I certainly struggle with keeping things top of mind prayer-wise. Perhaps more self discipline is required in this area. How on earth can we pray for it all? Well certainly we can’t. But the Bible makes it clear that the Spirit groans for us in prayer (Rom 8:26). And understanding that God knows our hearts, he knows where our prayers would go—even when we forget. This helps. But I feel like I gotta do more. Or at least more often.

I am reminded of Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty when he’s substituting for God. And he is reeling and confused from all the prayers lifted up to him. Once again, thank God for God. He is so out of this world, that He can make sense of it all. Amid all of the chaos and unending need, He knows us individually. Knows our hearts, our prayers—spoken and unspoken.

Faith Choice

I remember when Bob Dylan went through his "Christian" period in the early eighties and he had a song on his Saved album which had a line in it which read "You gotta serve somebody. It may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but your gonna have to serve somebody...". I remember the song was vintage nasally Dylan and included the gospel-like choir, I assume to help drive home the christian message. I like Dylan's understanding of the fact that there is a choice in faith.

We lost a friend to cancer yesterday. In times like these—and particularly with the brutality of cancer—what we believe and where we've chosen to place our faith seems to have a bigger significance*. It can allow for comfort and an unworldly peace. And can also create confusion, anger, and despair.

I have another close friend going through his own battle with cancer. He has shared some wonderfully faith-inspired statements as to why this thing, this horrible cancer, has stricken him. Statements like "for some reason God wants me to go through this" and "perhaps someone needs to see me go through this". I trust and pray that he'll beat this disease, but it is strongly evident where has chosen to place his faith.

When our faith choices are considered in our day to day, and we try to consistently view things through the lens of this chosen faith, perhaps things like death can make more sense**.

Hebrews 11:1 states "faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.". In Joshua 24:15, the author charges the audience to "choose this day whom you will serve".

Hope? Unseen? The choice is ours. Everyday.




* Though truthfully, I believe there are no times more significant than others.

** Clearly this is not a wash my hands and everything is gonna be okay 'cause I have faith in God time. There is very real tragedy and loss. And we all should certainly do our best to bear each others burdens and participate in areas of grieving and support.

A Fly Guy?

Okay, there are so many opinions when it comes to theological discussions (or ideological, or any discussion for that matter). So many views, beliefs, facts, and options. And I dig exploring the who, what, where and why of things—and perhaps try to be a catalyst for deep conversation, consideration or even confrontation—but sometimes, with some folks, I feel as though I may be a fly in the ointment.

I had a conversation with a neighbor who's a good friend, confidant, and someone who enjoys the deep dive. We were discussing this whole fly and ointment thing. He challenged me with a consideration. Am I a fly in the ointment? Or am I trying to BE the fly in the ointment? Its one thing to honestly discuss and debate. Its another to poke, and perhaps annoy.

I so value friends like this. Folks who challenge you to check your intentions...

Close But Far

Last night I was at my first born's swim meet. These are pretty chaotic, noisy, sweaty events where children ranging from what seems like four through about eighteen swim across a pool, all the while mom's, dad's and kids are yelling at them. While I am aware these are screams of encouragement, sometimes it just seems like a herd of cats. So there I am, eating a burger, watching the swimmers, admittedly enjoying myself amidst the chaos, and a dear friend of mine is in the ER.

There are so many occasions where we are going about our daily lives unaware, or at least removed from the major life occurrences of our friends, colleagues, even our fellow man. We are aware of global injustice, AIDs, abuse, as well as folks close to us battling life-threatening disease, joblessness, etc. While there is SO much of this we have no control over, we can make an impact. Be it in international awareness, local movements, or simply being available to others, it is our duty to keep our antennae up to opportunities. Not necessarily some hippie sign-waving thing (unless of course that is appropriate), but just to be there to encourage, or to give of yourself.

My folks spent some time in Uganda working with an orphanage and school. While there, they were struck by the poverty and living conditions of the Ugandans. They were moved to want to sell their possessions, or at least pare way down. One of their Ugandan hosts shared his thoughts on that. He said something like, You live in your culture, not ours, it is okay to live in your culture.

We can't experience things for others, or take away life experiences (or tragedies) from others. BUT we can act, love, serve, encourage, pray, be available. THAT we can choose to do.

Going Tribal

I stumbled across a Rick Atchley (an Austin area pastor) tweet where he stated "Love your particular Christian tribe, but remember: you are SOME of God's people, not the SUM of God's people." I don't know if this is an original Atchley quote, but I do know that I love it.

I wrote about in my May 25th blog (Santa God) how many people within the church can cast the definition of being a "good Christian" on someone who achieves a certain level of behavioral traits and I really thought that Atchley hit the nail further on the head about Christian circles (or as he's stated—tribes).

I recall a time when I was in a singles study group at my church a while back. The group seemed to be brought up within the church. They were all well read in the Bible, and sang songs, and prayed, and had times of fellowship. But I couldn't really get engaged, and I think one time I said a curse word once in a discussion. It wasn't a fit for me, and perhaps I for them. Now this is not at all a bad thing to not fit in (and perhaps I shouldn't have sworn). I guess it just shows that there is a bird of a feather thing to a lot of Christian tribes. And this is not necessarily a bad thing. There certainly are doctrinal and ritualistic things which pertain to particular Christian tribes. But when in a tribe, we need to ensure that we examine ourselves and our intentions — recognizing that no one has the book on God outside of Himself. And that we love one another...

Validation

I was pointed to Seth Godin's latest blog on validation (http://tw0.us/HwV). In which he describes validation as being "overrated" in the workplace. He also describes, or rather encourages, folks to push towards achieving their goals and find fulfillment in, well...fulfillment.

I don't know that validation is overrated. I believe that we all need validation. What matters though is the source of our validation. Certainly as Godin describes we all to often look for validation from our colleagues, or work leaders, or even what we do professionally. On the personal side, many of us look for our validation from our neighbors, or those Joneses we tend to focus on keeping up with. But that is not where we should find our individual validation. There are bigger validators at play than simply our boss, or our peers. But it is up to us to find, define or recognize them.

Around my 40th year was when I was able to truly experience this. I was going through what I have shared with many as a "gray time" at the office. Let's just say that things were not going well for me and that I may have been underdelivering (that's still open to debate). However, from a long endured desert-like experience came my utter reliance on God, and the understanding that His was the sole necessary validation for me. It really was what He thought of me that mattered—and matters still.

Certainly my wife, children, and close friends can show me support, recognition and yes, validation in a wonderful way, but when I really need to understand it and receive it, I gotta get to my knees.

For Real?

A while back I'd asked a friend if they'd read my blog. They replied that they had, they liked it, but the spiritual bit scared them. They said they'd had a bad experience with some hypocritical people from church. It seems this hypocritical thing has been a constant descriptor of "church people" through the ages. Wikipedia defines Hypocrisy as "The act of persistently professing beliefs, opinions, virtues, feelings, qualities, or standards that are inconsistent with one's actions. Hypocrisy is thus a kind of lie." Pretty heavy stuff at the tail end of this. "Hypocrisy is thus kind of a lie.". I think the origin of the word comes from Latin or something which means actor, or playing a part. Not being real.

Hypocrisy escapes no one. We've all been there and done that. It is far too often in leadership positions and roles. Be it a do as I say, not as I do form of parenting or some finger wagging politician who is wrought in scandal. We are not holier than thou—if thou is just someone else.

The reality of hypocrisy within the church is a shame — a tragedy. And Jesus clearly spotted the hypocrites and called them out (Matthew 23 is loaded with this). I hope that the words that I've been typing within this blog, as well as the life I am leading is transparent enough to have me not veiled or saying I am things that I am not. I do my best to place myself, my faith, and my life out in the open, as well as try to look in the mirror for self-examination. I fail. I succeed. I insult. I encourage. I fall short. I get up again...by the grace of God.

ROI

Most have heard the term ROI, or Return On Investment (ROI). Typically a business term and deliverable where we are asked to either receive or provide some sort of ROI. This will either be some sort of financial or awareness type of return. Many times there are measurables in place to determine if ROI is being achieved along the life of a project. As well as there being some sort of mapped out end game, where goals have been met and everyone is happy. Now there certainly are times where said project has not necessarily met its goals and folks aren't happy. People may even lose a job. Or at least some reputation. There is frustration on both sides—the investor's and investee's.

But how many of us are willing to invest without any proof or awareness of return? Certainly when we are dealing with money and business goals, we want to see that return. We are paid to see that return. But what about our investments from a life standpoint—are we willing to invest?

As a parent we have a more innate desire for investment. They are our kids after all. And we are called to raise them as best we can. But what about if we don't see the return? Sometimes there is snubbing, and disrespect. What empowers us to keep on? A sense of duty? And what energy do we continue to apply?

When it comes to our community, or our "fellow man", it can perhaps be even harder to invest without the return. We may give, and simply have our giving taken. Unthanked. Or even unnoticed. Would we give again?

Even in our professional lives, will we continue to go to the proverbial well? I imagine someone in the counseling or teaching field would find this sort of investment drudgery a lot of the time. Outside of a paycheck (small as it is for most of these folks), what motivates?

I wonder what God felt when he invested in us through His son, Jesus. I suppose with His omnipresent perspective he has a good idea as to His return on that investment. So many times our actions and attitude leaves Him snubbed, disrespected, unthanked, unnoticed underpaid. Fortunately for us His well is deep and He continues to invest...

Thanks Dad

As I was sweating through a sunny, 80 some odd degree, Father's Day eve walk this morning, I was thinking about my old man. Traditionally, I'd be searching for a card today, and looking forward to spending time with my Dad tomorrow. Relaxing with a cold beer, some good food, a decent sports viewing on the tube, and just being with him. My heart and mind thought I should mix it up a bit this year and get a little deeper regarding my pop. So Dad, the below is for you.

Dad,

I want to share with you some of the many ways you've fathered and influenced me.

Dad as Constant: We used to have a family joke that if Dad were a color, he'd be beige. Originally this was due to clothing color choice and an incredibly subdued nature, but as I look a little deeper here, I recognize that Dad was always there in a beige-like capacity. He'd sit back and more or less observe. I believe that this is where he received some of his greatest parental joy—watching his sons (I am one of three) in varied interactions while enjoying mild interaction, and really resting in the joy of simply taking it all in.

Dad as Caretaker: Dad really has a passion for quiet caretaking. I have seen this over many years as his child. Dad was a car dealer who owned a few dealerships throughout his time in the industry. Dad would work Monday through Saturday and NEVER bring home (to my knowledge) business issues or concerns. He quietly provided for his family, almost as though it was avowed. As I grew on through college, I saw Dad wrap his paternal wings around various young men who were in need of counsel, financial support, and even a roof over their heads. Dad's "fatherhood" stretched far.

Dad as Selfless Leader: Dad had many men in his life, but some I had the opportunity to uniquely experience was when I worked in the Service Department of his Chrysler dealership for a year after high school and the summer's through college. Here is where I observed what people said about him. I got to see his interaction with those on his payroll and how he communicated with and lead them. I listened to some guys who'd worked for him for years speak of him as a "good man". I've also seen him give second chances to some hardship cases and be gracious in all professional areas. Dad put his folks first.

Dad as Defender: In what was most likely Dad's most unbeige-like moment, I had the incredible opportunity to see him in a temple-table-turning instance. I sat behind the Parts Department counter and witnessed a guy, who'd brought his car in for some service, berate the Service Manager in a way that was beyond simply being disgruntled about a bill. My Dad walked into the discussion and listened to this guy rant on a little further, then proceeded to tear up the guys bill and vigorously tell him to get out. If looks could kill, I don't know what sort of shape that guy would be in as I glared at him from behind the counter as he huffed out the door. Dad would not allow for his team to be belittled and insulted.

Now I've seen you change over the years as your reliance upon our Heavenly Father, your faith in our Lord Jesus, and your trust in a life of prayer, has grown. I have seen a quiet and reserved man stand in church with his hands opened (in your uniquely beige-like manner) place himself under God's control and grace.

Dad, while the above are merely glimpses of your life and of your influence I want to say that now, as a father of two boys, I cannot appreciate you more. You are a shining example of a man, and a shining example of a dad. I love you. Thank you for being exactly who you are. I couldn't have asked for anything more.

As for tomorrow, I look forward to a couple of cold beers, some brats, and just being beige.

Your son,

Rick

In Not Of

In The Godfather III, Michael Corleone stated "Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in". I can empathize. Not from the mob family perspective, and particularly the Corleones, but from an out-of-this-world perspective. There are day to day, moment by moment occurrences, feelings, and issues which challenge the Christian life experience within this world.

Most certainly prayer, Bible reading, and the church body are paramount combatants against this world's challengers, but I would argue that dialogue and engagement with this world are large components—to keep our own faith challenged and true.

All too often, I believe that "Christians" are isolated from this world (at least in my neck of the woods). Tucked into churches, over-scheduled with christian to-dos, christian sports leagues, and study groups. Let us not wear blinders to those walking around this land with us. Or even worse, think less—poor little non-Christians.

We are called to live in this world, and not of it. The ability to be a participant is critical, not only for the sharing of the Gospel, but for having an understanding of the society and culture in which we live, and being able to communicate and love within it.

Galatians 5:25 shares "Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.". Keeping in step with the Spirit is crucial as engagement with this world can be deadly. But there is a battle waging for hearts and allegiance, and we need to be participants. Perhaps Michael Corleone said had a point in Godfather II, "My father taught me many things here - he taught me in this room. He taught me - keep your friends close but your enemies closer."

Size Matters Part 2

As I considered in yesterday's entry that there are things (a lot) that are not known about God, I wanted to dig a little deeper into the aspect of knowing Him. I have had a two conversations over the last few days which have me considering the actuality of knowing God.

1. Conversation One surrounded the fact (yes, fact) that we can know God. And that there are a lot of things which we can believe and have ideas about but there is a concreteness to God. He can be known.
2. Conversation Two surrounded the aspect of knowing more about God. This was driven around the idea that through age comes wisdom and life experience that allow for us to know things. Our experience has allowed us to provide counsel and encouragement.

1. Regarding Conversation One: There was a girl I knew who lost a battle with Neuroblastoma. At her memorial service her father shared a story of how, sitting at her bedside, he wanted to ensure that his little girl knew how much he loved her. He told her that his love for her was great and that he wanted her to make sure that she knew that. To which she replied "I know you love me, Daddy, but I also know God loves me more". This young girl was ten. She'd battled cancer for 9 years of her life and she knew God in an intimate way. A concrete way. She KNEW God!
2. Regarding Conversation Two: Many consider C.S. Lewis a spiritual giant. Certainly a well schooled man who had a deep viewpoint on who God is. I read he was once asked about how he and others can have such a knowledge about God to which he shared “Think of me as a fellow patient in the same hospital who, having been admitted a little earlier could give some advice.”

Okay, back to the Big God that we looked at yesterday. I was thinking of both conversations described above and thought of God like the ocean. The ocean is freaking huge and that there are areas like the Bering Sea which (witness The Deadliest Catch) are very tumultuous and fierce. In contrast, there are beach-like areas which are placid, warm and inviting.

So, can we know God? Can we understand Him? As the ocean, God is vast. And some have been thrown into mighty waters and experienced a God a lot won't ever understand. And others have waded into the ocean a bit further than others and can turn back and say. "When you get out this far it warms up a bit".

We must wade in further—even swim—scary and undiscovered as the ocean may be—to find out more about it. God only knows what is lurking beneath the waves.

Size Matters

The older I get, the more I realize what I don't know. And that is something that I find oddly comforting. I don't have to have all the answers, I don't have to fully comprehend things, I don't always say and do the right thing. Because, when I believe I got it figured out, I am consistently shown otherwise.

I used to think (and sometimes still do) that I had a lot of answers when it came the "Christian Faith" and living therein. I have read a lot of books, heard a lot of sermons, been in a lot of discussions, and experienced a good bit of Faith-walk in my life. By contrast, I have failed a ton, experimented too much, hurt many people, and generally screwed up a lot along the way.

I also used to quite think that I had God himself figured out. I've come to realize that I hardly do at all. Perhaps a fingertips worth (until I am shown otherwise)—and there's a lot of body beyond the tip of a finger.

One thing I think I've figured out is that God is big. Really big. Beyond anything I could imagine big. I like Him big. And I believe He wants us to be amazed by how big He is. Because that's what He is. Big. Huge. Out-of-this-world.

In The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, Lucy asks Beaver about Aslan inquiring if he is "safe", to which Beaver replies "safe—no, but he is good". I love this interpretation of what God could be like. Monstrous, Powerful, Clawed, Saber-toothed, Muscular, Mighty....but good.

I am gonna steal from Steve Martin here.... Let's get small, and keep God big.

Stand Corrected

Do I stand corrected?

Will I stand corrected?

Have I stood corrected?

Do you stand corrected?

Will you stand corrected?

Have you stood corrected?

None of us have it all figured out yet.

Attitude Amazing

When I come across someone who, under tremendous circumstances, embraces an incredibly positive attitude, I am inspired, humbled, and a bit ashamed. Inspired by their conscious decision to take a certain stance or belief given a heavy state of affairs. Humbled by my own life situation and how I can lose sight of the incredible blessings I hold on a daily basis. And ashamed to think of the sort of attitude I can take under certain "trials" I face each day.

We all have heard great stories of triumph and amazing attitudes, but when we are exposed to them in our own individual lives—with people we have seen and touched. It has a deeper impact.

1. My Aunt battled cancer in a few forms over the last years of her life. This lady was a true angel. A shining example of attitude and faith. Amid her battle, she'd been asked "Do you ever ask God, why me?" to which she replied "Why not me."
2. A buddy of mine was out of work for over a year. I know there were internal battles he waged with himself, but he made the decision to "embrace it, and find out what God desired for me to learn from this" and now employed and digging back out from under states he "wouldn't have changed a thing" because there was so much to learn.
3. At seven months old, Hailey Trainer was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Amid incredible sorrow and questions, her parents embraced an attitude of prayer and trust, and leaned heavily on family, friends and the church body. Hailey is now a miracle child who at 2-years old, is the oldest living survivor of her form of cancer.

We all find so much to complain about moment-by-moment throughout our day. It could be a remark made about us, someone taking credit for something we feel was ours, or if someone simply just looks different. Shame on us when we do so. And it is a shame that through trivial (or even tremendous) circumstances we can loose sight of opportunities at hand, and attitudes to take.

Take time today to reflect on those you know whose amazing attitude has impacted your life. And check your own attitude. I know I need to.

Father Figure

Being a father reminds me on many occasions about what being a child is. Yesterday at church, our Sr. Pastor Crawford Loritts considered part of a child's perspective*, and the comfort and confidence a child has in their father (or mother)—The bills are paid. There is gas in the car. Food is coming. There will be clean clothes. That most needs will be met—and that we should share the same confidence in our Heavenly Father.

In 1 John 2:13, the author writes "...I write to you, dear children, because you have known the Father. " We need to know the Father. And trust Him as the child described above does. Trusting that he is aware of our bills, the car, the food, the clothes. And will provide for us as we need.

As a grown(er) person, and somebody who has been in a growing relationship with our God for a while, I have seen many times where the bills make a borderline untimely payment, the car is filled one quarter tank at a time, we're hitting the pantry, and Macy's is surely not shopped.

Just as we want our kids to learn that there is hard work and patience required for our needs being met, often times God's desire has been for me to learn through a time of trial or want. And I have always seen my Father deliver. Not always as expected, or I even desired at the time, but in a sufficient (sometimes beyond sufficient) manner.

Now this is a perspective I don't keep daily. So often I try to take matters into my own hands and lose track of the relationship, wisdom and support I can receive from my Father each day. I need to remember who's roof I live under—and the price paid for me to live there.

*Certainly there are many children who don't share this exact perspective due to environmental circumstances, poverty, etc, but I believe the theory is the same, the vehicles of a father, or The Father's support may look different.