Lately, I've been thinking...

Repaying Hatred...

2009-11-24T09:42:00.003-06:00

Lately, I've been thinking about how to repay hatred. I had a conversation with my little 7 year old girl yesterday. We were talking about what to do when people are mean to you. I told her of a time when I played a joke on one of my good buddies...

It was moments before the OU title game was about to start. I called him and told him my wife needed help because the pipes in our house had broken and there was water all inside the house. I was out of town so I asked him for help. I heard the silence on the other end of the phone...you see, this guy is probably the BIGGEST OU fan ever, so there was, obviously, some hesitation. But a few moments later, he put on his best friend voice and offered help. I told him that I was messing with him. I told Liv, that was not nice...but it was funny.

Then, I told her that what you do comes back around. A few months later, While I was out of town, our washer overflowed and there was water all inside the house. I called him. He thought it was a joke. After several minutes of urging he finally believed me. To top it all off, he actually helped my wife. He's one of the best Guys that I've ever met. "I had that coming to me," I told my daughter.

After explaining the depth of my well-crafted joke and God's equally well-crafted come-uppance, the point was to not repay evil with evil. I told Don't be mean to someone just because they've been mean to you. (or cleverly funny, in my case...of course I can't say that to my daughter...) She may have understood, but it may take a few more conversations for it to stick.

Now, to practical application. http://www.xxxchurch.com/ is a community devoted to sharing God's love with Everyone. Jesus Loves Porn Stars is their motto. You can click on the link and read all about it, but one specific stop on their Jesus Loves You tour was in at the Westboro Baptist Church...you know, the ones who say that God hates America and God hates F*GS? They decided to stop in and repay Hatred with Love. You can watch it here.

http://www.facebook.com/#/video/video.php?v=509946322748

The point is, that Paul Says in Romans 12 verses 14 thru to the end says,

14Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. 15Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. 16Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.Do not be conceited. 17Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. 18If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. 19Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay,"says the Lord. 20On the contrary: "If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head."21Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

Some good thoughts. Because, lately, I've been thinking about Repaying hatred...

The Daily Battle

2009-10-20T09:14:00.002-05:00

I've just returned from a weekend in the hill country. My wife and I were fortunate enough to be able to facilitate a retreat for 12 married couples. My wife and I have a passion for marriages and the possibilities they embody. If the marriage is solid then, more than likely, the family will be solid. This doesn't mean that the children won't grow up to make poor decisions, but it will mean that those poor decisions will be less likely to be 'poor' on a grand scale.

One thing that we are constantly reminded of is the need that people have for connection. a need to feel that they are not alone. When two people get married, that long-term need for connection doubles. So many of us feel that our issues are somehow different than other's issues. We live under the false assumption that to share in our struggles is to invite criticism and judgement into the relationship. This is what it is like with couples. It is also what it is like with the individuals.

I think Men are worse at internalizing than women are. We tend to feel that we can go it alone when it comes to our biggest struggles. I have learned that going it alone has never worked for anyone other than the 'Marlboro Man.' But even then I wonder, because we've only seen pictures of him in 1/10 second increments. When I think about it, I have an occasional 1/10 of a second where I feel rather indestructable...but then the brief mini-moment passes and I'm right back to where I was, attempting to make it to the next moment without crashing the whole world around me. As much as we hate to say it, Men need the company and encouragement of other men when life is most difficult. (proverbs 27:17) As Iron Sharpens Iron...so one man sharpens another. This isn't an easy process. Iron sharpening iron is painful at times. Sparks will fly and metal is sheared off into tiny bits. Fortunately, this process isn't as painful when it comes to marriages. HA!

What I've realized is that People need each other. God created a community. He instituted the church which is the Body Of Christ...community. Phillipians 4:13, "I can do all things through christ which strengthens me" is followed by "But it was good of you to share in my troubles." We need each other. God is present in suffering.

So...my prayer is for those of us who try again and again to 'go it alone' whether individually or in marriages. May you find godly community who will undertake the 'sharing of your sufferings.'

What Moves You?

2009-01-20T08:52:00.011-06:00

I'm spending time today, among several other things, thinking about what moves people? In today's overload of information at the touch of a button, what interests people? I'm developing ideas and themes for Sunday Classes that might be helpful to people in their daily life. So many times we think that once Sunday is over, so the spiritual quota is complete for a week. Tough thing is we have 2 hours on a sunday (of course really it's only 1 hour) to interact with others in a truly spiritual way. And this 2 hours is supposed to help us cope with the remainder of the week. Two hours of training and encouragement = 168 hours of Christlikeness. (yeah, I had to use a calculator.) One of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies "TRUE LIES" goes like this.

NT. / EXT GIB'S CAR/ STREETS OF WASHINGTON - DAY They are driving through D.C.  Harry is still shocked by his daughter's behavior.

GIB    Kids.  Ten seconds of joy. Thirty years of misery.

HARRY  She knows not to steal.  I've taught her better than that.

GIB    Yeah, but you're not her parents, anymore, you and Helen.  Her parents are Axl Rose and Madonna. The five minutes you spend a day with her can't compete with that kind of constant bombardment. You're outgunned, amigo.

Gib and Harry turn onto Pennsylvania Avenue, heading toward Lafayette Square. Capital Hill is behind them.

Problem is, how many of us really dig into the word of God throughout the week...honestly. Not trying to promote guilt, just reality. So, Sunday morning is really the 5 minutes a day that we spend with God...and that's all that most of us have.

The reality though is that certain thoughts and ideas move us to action. What are those? I think for the most part we have a good idea, but when it comes to church and learning about how we can be more like Christ and how to share the hope we have with a world that's lost, what does that look like? What would we be 'really' interested in? In this information age when knowledge is at the touch of a button, why go anywhere? I'm interested in your comments. What moves you?

Starting Over

2009-01-06T12:21:00.007-06:00

I don't guess it's really starting over. It's just a continuation of my journey. Here I sit in the middle of my lunch break from my very first class in my pursuit of a Masters of Arts in Religion. I've put it off as long as possible. the runing joke was that I didn't want to pursue seminary or graduate school in theology because I didn't want to be screwed up for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, I told that Joke to one of my best friends, Dr. Michael Harbour, during one of our regularly scheduled morning coffees several years ago. He thought it was funny, but also a challenge. So, what he proceeded to do for the next 6 years was to screw me up for the rest of my life. His continuing questions and challenges to those things I thought I knew to be hard and fast fact became a bit more, well, soft and slow. I guess I figured that it couldn't be any worse in grad school, so I decided to take the plunge.

This story may sound a bit negative, but what I've discovered is that when your faith is completely shaken, you discover what really lies at the basis for your belief. I would venture to say that most westernized Christian Americans haven't really faced things that would challenge their belief. Maybe we're getting close, especially with the economy the way it is, but it took me 32 years until I came to that point.

Which brings me back to where I am currently. I'm on a break and my brain hurts. A january short course crams in an entire semester's worth of learning in about 5 days. OUCH! I guess it's not that bad. What I've truly come to understand about this starting point is that I've looked up and I realize that I have a long way to go on this journey. But then again, if I could turn the picture around the opposite direction, I might just see how far I've come. So, I trust that God will bless...not necessarily with things, although that would be nice, but with the realization that I haven't screwed things up too badly yet. My journey is interesting. My family is lovely and my God is completley faithful. And I'm not really staring over...I'm just continuing and the road ahead doesn't look too difficult or depressing. It's actually exciting. I hope my children learn that from me. That you don't necessarily start over, you just find yourself in a place where you ust have to 'continue.'

What happens after you get what you want?

2008-12-19T12:50:00.010-06:00

I've been getting ready for this Christmas Holiday with a bit of apprehension. I don't know if it's getting older that occasionally ZAPS my Christmas Spirit or if it's other forces outside of myself hard at work. It's strange. This time of the year I usually am filled with excitement and wonder. I don't think excitement and wonder have an age limit. Last year we were waiting for Liam to be born. We were filled with hope and anticipation for the coming year. Anything would have been better than that last year. The IVF's, Shelly's Hospital scare and other difficulties. This year has been filled with it's own set of challenges. I think that Liam was our high point this year. His birth was the culmination of many years of praying through frustrated words and angry hearts.

I still remember after our first IVF exactly 2 Christmas's ago. I had gotten a call from our Doctor while at lunch with my family and my parents. Liv, our 5 year old, had been praying in her own way for quite a while. She would pray that God would give her a baby brother or sister. She was happy with whichever one...she just wanted one. When we told her, I remember that she was sitting on the chair watching TV and we sat down with her. We told her that God decided that we needed to wait on a baby brother or sister and that there wasn't a baby in mommie's tummy yet. Her eyes filled with tears and we all cried a little bit together, but we said that God knew what he was doing and we didn't need to worry. ( I should have said that to myself.)

So, here we are...our answer to prayer is 8 1/2 months old. We've gotten our answer. But still, I grumble a bit because of circumstances, hurricanes, money problems and job stresses. But, what happens after I get what I want? I still want more. The asking is where the transformation occurs. Satisfaction is for a moment. And even though I am thankful, I am greatly reminded that the absence I feel in my heart is a part of life. It's the yearning for perfection...for wholeness that will only come through relationship. And even then, only in pieces. I will not be whole until I see God face to face. I will know even as I am fully known.

So for now, as I think about this Christmas, I must remind myself that God has answered my prayer. I must remember the journey I've taken. How far I've come. I must remember the joy I felt and still feel when I see my children's smiling faces and hear their laughter and cries. And when I ask myself what happens after I get what I want? I will remember that Life happens. So do Job issues, stress and acts of God. This is a journey. An exciting one at that. They will continue as will we. Hopefully, though, I have a bit of wisdom for my two little ones seen here. I will tell them that the most important thing isn't in the getting...it's in the asking. Besides, there will always be something else that we really want.

Vision

2008-11-07T11:20:00.001-06:00

I attended the WFX Conference and Expo yesterday. The keynote speaker was a man named Dave Ferguson. He is the Lead Pastor of Community Christian Church in Naperville, IL. (http://www.communitychristian.org/) His congregation has grown from the initial meeting with he, his wife and four friends to a 8 location Campus with over 5,000 people in regular attendance. I mention this because what he had to say about Vision was quite remarkable.

His original Idea was simple, but not fully realized. He wanted to be a church planter. Many dreams and ideas later, a meeting with an entrepreneur friend encouraged him to think about what he wanted. Think about the end. What did he see? He thought, Church Replication. If we have everything we need and we are making Jesus known to people, then why not replicate that? He began to formulate the vision and his conclusion was simple. If your vision cannot fit on the back of a napkin, then it’s too complicated. He chose, “Help people find their way back to God.” It was Simple. It needs to be something that everybody gets. Once the vision decided upon, then it needs to be cast to the people. As I have always said, if people buy into the vision, they will do so with their time and their money. Money always follows vision. This is what followed his idea. It wasn’t that he had the answers, it was that God was up to something and was ready for someone to follow His leading. God then began bringing people in to help fulfill that vision and, whether you agree with church replication, was able to begin 8 locations with 700+ members each within a few years. Wow.

When I think about Southeast, I see a church that is strong. I see a church situated in a fantastic location. There is absolutely no reason why we should not be leading the pack when it comes to how 21st century Churches of Christ should do church. We have the staff and the people to carry it forward. I know this to be true.

Does Southeast agree on what kind of a church we wish to be? The end is different for many of us. I know the ultimate vision is the same…for people to get to heaven. But the way we reach people is an area for discussion. I think we all know what will draw people to our church, but some people might see the ‘slippery slope’ as more dangerous than a church without many people.

I was really encouraged by Dave’s message yesterday. He let me know that it can be done. I’m not referring to the mega church realization. I’m referring to the fact that vision attracts people. If people could get excited about a new purpose then we might be able to reach goals and change the world!

Fireproof - A Review

2008-10-07T15:10:00.001-05:00

I’ll be honest. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the film Fireproof. I’m typically a go against the flow type of a guy, so you see my conundrum. Do I go with the flow of all my Christian Friends who are yelling at me to go see this “Christian Film” or do I go against the world and actually see it. I chose to see it reluctantly and not expecting much. After all, it stars Kirk Cameron. What I found was surprising. It was a well done film that boldly attempts to reach into the heart of marital conflict.
Caleb is a firefighter who seems to be a hero to everyone in the world, except his wife. Catherine is lamenting the train wreck her 7 year marriage has become. They both need a miracle. The Story follows their conflict in some detail as they explore such marriage killers as infidelity, selfishness and addictions in the marriage covenant.
Ready to call it quits, Caleb is asked by his father to complete a 40 day “Love dare” if he has any desire to see his marriage succeed. He reluctantly accepts the challenge, but finds much more than he anticipated as he comes to realize that the ‘never leave your partner behind’ motto relates to much more than his job.
Expect to see the obligatory conversion scene, which you come to expect from a film by a mainstream Christian organization. This might be a turn off for some, but for me, it fits in this story. Every major story deals with a character whose life fundamentally changes somehow during the story. This is a standard storytelling formula. In this case, the change just happens to be that he chooses to follow Christ, which in my opinion is the pinnacle of change. So, it works. The film is quite heavy so there are several moments of comic relief, which at times, seems out of place and a bit forced. Nevertheless, some of those moments are very humorous.
This is the 3rd major release from Sherwood Pictures, the previous being ‘Facing the Giants.’ The truth is they are getting better. This is a marked improvement. At times, the acting appears amateurish, but not terrible. This could be said about other films as well. Overall, I recommend this movie. If people need motivation for their relationships, then this movie will help them in that direction. I left the theater with a better idea of how much God loves me and how much I love my wife.

Marital Bliss?

2008-07-25T10:34:00.003-05:00

I performed a wedding last weekend. I haven't done many, but each time I have the opportunity, I'm reminded of many things. My own marriage...of course. I'm reminded of how young I was, not physically mind you, but mentally. I don't think I had maintained my preconceptions by the time I got married, but I did have some idea as to what it might involve. For the most part, though, I discovered that marital bliss isn't a long term reality. I love my marriage, don't get me wrong, but when I think of "bliss," I don't also think of "work." But moments of bliss...those moments come in-between bills and talking about what's for dinner and working through issues...bliss creeps into those unexpected moments. When it does, it's like a drug. Those moments justify the work. They solidify the bond. I'm becoming better at recognizing those moments and when they come, I drink them in. So, for my friends who marry, I pray for the ability to work as well as the ability to recognize and enjoy those moments of bliss.

The Sound of Your Love

2008-06-10T15:57:00.003-05:00

I don't think I've never blogged about my Haiti Adventure. Experiencing the poorest of the poor in the Western Hemisphere has changed my life. Since returning from Haiti over a year ago, I've thought to myself that I'll be going back. Hope for Haiti's Children is an organization that I plan to be involved with for some time to come. You can find out more by visiting their website at http://www.hfhcministries.org/.

This is a video that I made of the orphans that HFHC houses. Their love for singing is evident here as they sing for us the song they have learned from the group Leeland. Take a look.

Freedom

2008-06-05T16:26:00.001-05:00

I just finished this piece on Freedom. It isn't my best work by any stretch, but it is fun and was a good segue into our Wednesday night lesson time. Take a look and I'd love to hear your comments.

Facebook

2008-05-29T09:14:00.003-05:00

I resisted at first, yes. I have, however, seen the light. Facebook really can bring the world together. At least it can bring friendships together in the shallow end of the relational pool. What I find is that the seeing an old friend after a long time of...well...not seeing them is very exciting and moving. You know, those friends I had when I was in High School, college and beyond. I mean, after all, I was voted "friendliest" in my class like 3 years in a row. I never did get best looking or most athletic. Sigh! Oh well.
When I do get some communication from one of my old friends the pattern becomes more or less a 'HEY! How's it Going!" and then they reply pretty quickly with a, "great! it's great here...and you?" And then I reply a little less quickly with, "yeah, family's good and so is the job! Man you look great after all of these years!" And then, a few days later they might reply with a, "well, it's good to see you..." and then...well, that's pretty much it. I find that those relationships I had so long ago were fantastic in the moment, but life does move on and it's difficult to share what's really gone on in my life- the ups and downs -the tragedies and successes- those things that have formed my spirit, personality and my purpose...it's hard to share these things in a short email. It's hard to briefly say, yeah, we've been trying for a kid for about 4 years and oh yeah, my wife almost died last labor day from what we thought was a muscle pull...yada yada yada... So, without really going into the details, I put forth the Cliff's notes version of my life. I know that there is so much I truly want to say, but I'm not sure how to write it all down.

It's not that my Facebook friends aren't important...it's just that, well a lot has happened in 10+ years...with all of us. But it's nothing to regret I guess. We offer pockets of communication...like our facebook profiles...or a blog, like this one. I think that blogs are a great way to peer into someone's life. Of course, you have to update it. And I try.

One thing I do not like about Facebook is an application I'm trying to get rid of...compare people...so far I'm on the low end of the most date able and best looking rating scale. Of course, I'm sure that if there were a 'friendliest' section, I'd probably be at the top. I guess after 10+ years, not much has changed.

Liam's Blessing

2008-05-14T09:10:00.003-05:00

I love the idea of a moment of blessing. When it comes to Children, typically more conservative churches have shunned the idea of blessing infants in a public way because it looks too much like dedicating or baptizing babies. I guess this is bad because when it comes to infants the baptists dedicate and the catholics baptize. I reference these two because deliniating one segment of christians from the other usually lies in areas of practice right? And we all know that practice makes perfect right? ( I hope you see the sarcasm in that statement.)

Of course we know that Jesus blessed the children. (Mark 10) How, we're not sure. Many Christians are intimidated by things that they don't know much about. Moments of Blessing are found throughout the bible from the Old Testament to the New Testament. My opinion is simple. Blessing occurs when your words give encouragement, direction and a realization of power. My son was blessed at our church on April 13th of this year and this is what was said. I'd love to hear your comments.

Some More Pics

2008-04-06T17:58:00.006-05:00

I thought I'd go ahead and publish some more pics our experience. I'm working on a short piece on our adventure...I'll publish that soon. But for now...here are some more pics.

He's Here!

2008-04-02T15:59:00.004-05:00

We've been waiting quite a long time and he's finally made his appearance.

He Showed up at 4:04 on Tuesday APRIL 1st. Can you believe it? Liv showed on Halloween and Liam is here on April Fools day. God is Good...too slow sometimes for my impatient self, but I'm not complaining. I feel fortunate to have captured his attention. He loves us...And as I look at my son, I can see how much he loves mankind. Wow... Thanks for your prayers. Here are some pictures.

We're ready to come home. It's been a wonderful experience. More soon...

Horton Hears a Who.

2008-03-27T15:10:00.005-05:00

"I said what I meant and I meant what I said; an elephant is faithful One Hundred Percent." This tale from the mind of Dr. Seuss weaves a story of faithfulness and forgiveness.

Horton, voiced by Jim Carrey, is an unassuming character who seems to be more in tune with his he hears a sound from a passing speck. He recognizes the sound as a small voice calling for help. He immediately drops everything to investigate this sound and save the speck from certain doom as it flits and floats helplessly through the jungle. Those around him are seemingly unaffected by this sound except for the local self-appointed morality police/kangaroo voiced by Carol Burnett. She sees Horton as one who would disrupt the status quo of the serene jungle life with fantastical tales about a speck bearing life. The main character, Horton, is loyal and simple. And his best trait seems to be that he does not regard his neighbor's view of his seemingly crazy behavior as something to deter his quest to fulfill his vow of faith. Meanwhile, in the middle of the speck, the mayor (voiced by Steve Carell) is faced with questions about the fragility of life in his seemingly serene world of Whoville. Unexpectedly, he meets a disembodied voice that, interestingly, only he can hear. When near catastrophic events occur in Whoville, the mayor risks reputation and family to save his world by putting a little faith in his new, but unseen friend.

Horton Hears A Who is a story about characters who discover that their worlds aren't as large or small as they seem. It's a story about a journey of faith and courage. Interestingly, both main characters never actually see each other. In moments they can hear what the other is saying, but without sight must rely on this faith to save the day.

I'm a fan of both of the actors in this film - Jim Carrey and Steve Carell – as is my family. I decided to take my wife and my 5 year old daughter to see the film and didn't see or hear anything that caused me regret. The film wasn't as funny as I had hoped, but what it did provide was a great opportunity to discuss what it means to keep your word even in the most difficult of situations; especially in a world that fights against those who would do right regardless of the cost. Horton Hears a Who is playing now in a theater near you. Horton Hears a Who is Rated "G."

Love this Video

2008-03-19T09:57:00.004-05:00

I'm an office fan. I recently came across Jenna Fischer's my space page and saw this video. It's very intriguing for the production quality. Plus, I just like the song. Take a look.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVpBw5V7sPU

Dogmatic

2008-03-18T16:36:00.001-05:00

I was looking for some similar words to Dogmatic today and this is what I came up with. "Rigid. Inflexible. Unbending. Strict. Narrow. Authoritarian. Dictatorial."

I grew up in an independent, Fundamental, Bible believing Baptist world. (I get tired just typing that phrase.) And yes, it did shape my beliefs a bit. I was raised to think that a few arguments and questions could be won and answered by just a few well selected scripture references. I was taught (informally) that once a question was answered, then you really didn't have to think about it again. You knew the answer. Therefore, the focus became making sure that others know the answers you know. Just the facts.

Yes…I really was sure of myself for quite a while. When people asked about Revelation and the end of the world, I knew the answer. In fact, I knew exactly how it would play out. I could type it up for you now in all its literal detail, but I would probably lose the few of you who actually take time to read this stuff. You want to know what happens when you die? I knew it! What about those in the world who have never heard about Jesus. Those who have never even heard the name of Jesus? Well, I knew…and frankly, it's really too bad for them. Bummer.

Of course, we were taught about God's grace, but weren't really taught that we should show such grace. There was a time when I was, sad to say, DOGMATIC. Rigid…Inflexible…Unbending…

But a bit later in life I discovered something about myself. When someone lacks Grace, there lacks personal experience. No grace…No experience. And I really had not experienced normal, living-in-the-world people. Fortunately, from knowing such people I've learned that there are fewer and fewer Black and White areas anymore. Grayness seems to be moving in like a typical April day on the shores of Galveston. Does this mean my faith is shaken? No. It means that I have more experiences now. I have several friends that weren't raised in a little fundamentalist bubble. And that is good.

So, why should you care about this? After all it is a bit of personal discovery really. I think you should care because at any given moment what someone needs more than a proof text or a solid, though out answer is this. A hug. You were expecting more weren't you? Actually to break it apart…what people need are words that encourage, arms that comfort, tears that sympathize, and feet that will meet them where they are. They need the real love of God showed from a living body. When you hug someone fully…dogmatics aren't present. Come to think of it, I don't think I have ever experienced a rigid, inflexible and unbending hug.

CHAIN EMAILS - AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!

2008-03-06T09:30:00.004-06:00

I recently received a chain email from someone who 'usually doesn't forward these things, but thought I would be blessed.' What the email included was facts about people who rejected christ and how their lives came to a horribly abrupt end. Those 'endings' included being shot to death, burnt alive, drowning in their own vomit, car accident and overdose... Yes...I was definitely blessed! It ends by telling you that if you love Jesus then you should forward this on to 8 people. Something I'm sure Jesus would have done had he had access to email...

I am not a fan of these emails. Frankly, I hate them...yes I said hate. They always seem to generalize the facts. In this case, they treat these sad stories as a 'turn or burn' example of someone's bent out of shape idea of evangelism. These are people who were the beloved of God. There’s always a bigger story than someone’s final rejection of Christ. I hope it’s something that can serve as a sad reminder of how dependant we really are instead of a joyful cry of how God zaps those who reject him.
The first story was about John Lennon. The email says,

"Some years before, during his interview with an American Magazine, he said:
"Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too simple, today we are more famous than Him" (1966). Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ, was shot six times.

Yeah...God Zaps those who don't follow him doesn't he? I have a real problem with this type of conversation being spread through christian emailers. I also have a message for them...STOP IT!!!!! This is not full of love, but of condemnation. John 3:17 says that Jesus did not come into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through him might be saved." We are not to be condemning either. So STOP IT!!!

I’ve always been fond of John Lennon because, he was a seeker. More so than many so-called Christians today. He searched for that thing that constantly eluded him. If you want to read an interesting article about his struggle with Christianity visit http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2007/januaryweb-only/001-22.0.html It gives an interesting insight to this guy whose insecurities kept him from accepting the truth. Not to mention that his comments about being more famous than Jesus wasn't an egocentric statement, but rather a sad commentary about the decline of spirituality and religion in America.

Yes, there is always a back story...a bigger story than someone's horrific end. I tell you, if God zapped everyone who rejected him, how many of us would still be here?

Thanks for reading and by the way, if love Jesus, then please send this blog post to 8 people :)

Not Sure...

2008-03-03T11:19:00.003-06:00

This week...I'm not sure what to write about. So, as any author would tell you, it doesn't matter what you write necessarily - just write. Things will flow. So, ok..I will. We've got about 4+ weeks to go until baby is here. Lord willing, it will go smoothly.
Other news...I'm currently in the beginning stages of two book ideas. One I'm working on with Michael Harbour, our preaching minister. It will be a rather exciting look at 'funerals.' Yes...very exciting stuff.

The other book is finally developing into a pretty solid idea. I think it could help more traditional congregations move forward into creating a more productive learning environment for their Sunday Worship services...Blah, blah, blah...it won't be a new york times bestseller, but hopefully a few people will read it and make some of the ideas their own. We'll see. I'm going to need a lot of encouragement though. My goal is to have a rough version by the middle of '09.

As far as other life goes, I just got a wii and I absolutely love it. Best thing ever. I'll let you know more about that later...once I get pics of me and Liv playing it together. Shelly...well, she's a bit too pregnant to care about playing tennis or golf, but Liv on the other hand is having the best time beating me at boxing. Also, I purchased the game 'Hannah Montana.' Pretty exciting I tell ya. The object is simple. Pick out your clothes that you will wear for the concert...do the dance moves at the concert...and then get money to shopping at stores across the world so that you can pick out more clothes to wear at the next concert. What else is there really?

Thanks for reading...more later.

What are we doing?

2008-02-26T08:50:00.003-06:00

The question of the day is, what are we really doing? I've been reading a new book...actually a second edition (updated with a cooler cover) called Pagan Christianity. If you want to read an interesting take on how the modern day church arrived in their current situation then please read. If you aren't quite ready to have your religiously conservative mind blown, then I suggest you wait a while. It's definitely not for everyone.

But the question remains...what are we doing? I've been a minister for the past several years...9 almost ten to be exact, and I still wonder occasionally what we are trying to accomplish. Is it teaching and experiencing the life of Jesus through Scripture and relationships? Is it to become good people? Is it to promote the values of Moralistic America?

I'd love to hear your take on this. Because, once we discover what we're trying to accomplish for an hour or two on Sunday, then maybe we'll also discover better ways to communicate that answer. I'm not a pessimist by any stretch, and I think that there are some great things about worshipping together in a building on a Sunday morning...but honestly, when it comes to communicating the truth of Jesus Christ, the Love of God and the dependance of his people...I don't think we're even close to communicating well.

So, the question on the table is this...'What are we doing?' Please let me know your response and it should give way to some good discussion.

For God so loved

2008-02-22T09:10:00.003-06:00

I've been studying about our upcoming sermon series on John 3:16. This was probably the first verse I learned as a child growing up at Bethel Baptist Church. It was all about 'Belief.' You didn't have to do anything except 'believe.' I wasn't sure what that meant exactly, but I knew I wanted to believe. When I came into the churches of Christ, I didn't hear that verse alot. I heard acts 2:38 and a few others that are C.O.C. standards, but John 3:16...I rarely heard mentioned. Maybe it wasn't spoken of because the premise behind the verse seemed a bit fuzzy. You know, many people look at the bible as instructional. They want to know What to do and in what order to do it. This verse is pretty simplistic and offers no real instruction on how one should 'believe.'

It says, "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son, so that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life."

After being involved in the churches of christ, I can see why this isn't a focal point. It's pretty basic. I'm sure people would say, "well of course we know that God loves us. That's a given. Yes you should believe. But if you want to know how to believe you have to read this verse...."

I'm not a proponent of taking one verse and hanging my christianity on it's principles because I think the bible should be looked at as a whole, in context. But the context behind this verse did change everything. Love is explained and an alternative to death is offered. It doesn't explain it all, but then again, which verse does explain everything?

I'll be writing more about this...these are just a few of the things I'm thinking.

Amazing

2008-02-12T09:03:00.001-06:00

It’s amazing really. To think that the picture on the left is actually my little boy safely growing inside my wife. Our doctor recently got her new machine and we weren’t expecting this, but when she started the camera, he started the show. Legs flailing. Arms moving. Mouth opening and closing. Actions we would be trying to stop were it 5 years later in a doctor’s office…but now, it’s magnificent.

We’ve been waiting a long time. Makes me wonder about the sending and arrival of God’s son. I wonder if he was excited about the stir his Son would cause when he placed him right in the middle of the world? He knew that he would cause commotion even as an embryo. God only knew what a baby that created that much uneasiness while in the womb would do once unleashed into the world. I also wonder how he could have parted with him. How he could have sent him to endure so much…it’s not that he couldn’t stand the pain or the solitude or the life set out before him. I think the difficulty was that he was coming to help. He was coming bringing truth that anyone in their right mind would be glad to listen to. His love for his people was about to be rejected in huge ways. To send your son into a world that is overflowing with fear and hate. That kind of love I can only hope to partially understand.

I look at this strange picture and I know what he is in for. The heartache, disappointment and trouble. But, I also know that one day he’ll meet the God I’ve met. He’ll meet the Jesus who has saved me from myself. He’ll know the lineage and history of those who have come before him…their mistakes, problems and successes both spiritually and physically. I also know that he’ll experience love so profound that he will not know how to process it. And one day, God-willing he’ll be sending his son into the world too…with prayer and expectation.

A long time coming

2007-11-22T15:36:00.000-06:00

Sorry about the huge gap in-between posts. My life has been a bit of a blur since Labor day and my last post. But I wanted to say, HAPPY THANKSGIVING. I do have a lot to be thankful for. Here in Dallas, we sit watching the game, while my daughter is in bed with a bit of a tummy ache. But, my wife is finishing up her yummy stuffing and we're getting ready to stuff our faces.

Thanks God. Thanks that things are getting back to somewhat of a usual state.

Baby is good. 18+ weeks now...and kicking! It's so good. Let's remember just how blessed we are.

Thank you blooger readers for your continued interest in things in my world. I'll begin writing more.

Close Call

2007-09-09T21:54:00.001-05:00

Well, I write tonight after a long week. 1 week ago, Shelly was crumpled over in pain because of, what she thought, was a pulled muscle in her neck. She endured it from Saturday until Tuesday morning when we got an appointment to visit our family doctor. She said it was muscular when she went in and the doctor said, "let me check you out." As he looked at her swollen neck, he said, "wow. This concerns me. You should probably call your fertility doctor. Can I get my colleague in here to take a look at this with me?" When He returned He said, "go ahead and go straight to the emergency room. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 $. Go..."

What we thought was a muscle pull was actually a series of blood clots from her neck to her underarm. One blood clot was in her Jugular. very close to her carotid Artery. Scary! We ended up being admitted and she stayed from Tuesday morning until Saturday Afternoon.

It came from left field. Fortunately, we have some doctors who are very smart. Although they have a slight idea why they happened, they still aren't sure why they happened up around her neck. My prayer is that the drugs do their work...the baby continues to be fine and that a sense of normalcy returns to Shelly. Thanks for all of your prayers.

Some things never change

2007-08-31T09:05:00.000-05:00

Yes, I can't help it. I downloaded the new Elvis/Lisa Marie Presley version of "In the Ghetto." I don't know why, but it touches me. The song always has, but to hear both of them singing together, for the first time, publicly...man, it gives me chills. Sad thing is, the ghetto is still there...always will be. The song is timeless. Unfortunately, so is poverty.

Ironically, one thing that doesn't change is...well, change. I'm about to begin a study on God in pop culture: Navigating our culture through theological reflection and social awareness...blah, blah blah. Yeah it sounds more like a thesis than a wednesday evening class. But what I've discovered is that change is always present when it comes to culture. So, if one were to write a book on finding God in the culture 20 years ago, it would not do us much good here in 2007. However, the techniques used to discern what God is doing...those rarely change.

The premise is stated in the verse from 1 John 17:15, 16. "My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. 16They are not of the world, even as I am not of it."

The question I constantly ask myself for me and for my family is just this. How can we keep from being swayed back and forth by the cultural shifts that surround us? What I look forward to in this study is to discover some key truths that don't change...key methods that will be helpful to all of us when we navigate the life we have been given.

I'd love to hear your comments on this idea.

The Poll Has Spoken

2007-08-29T11:05:00.000-05:00

I've received some pretty loud comments saying hey...start already! So, here it is.

Our Journey through the world of fertility treatments has finally taken us somewhere. Yes, we had our procedure at the end of July and again at the very beginning of August. Yet another IVF in a long line of Pills, shots and doctor assisted...well...you know. I can say that I'm glad to not have to go back for certain things. Anyway, to the point.

I had asked Shelly if she was going to take a pregnancy test and she said, I quote, "no, I think I'll wait until the blood test." Fair enough. Let's have a nice weekend, I thought to myself. 2 weeks ago I had taken Liv to Mcdonalds while Shelly got her hair done. We're having such a nice moment when she starts to talk about the baby. I said, "now Liv, remember it's only an embryo right now...let's not get our hopes up. You remember a lot of embryos don't quite make it to being babies...it's a pre-baby...an embryo...ok?" I thought, hey, that's pretty wise to be coming out of my mouth...I guess all those hours of Dr. Phil really did pay off.

But then, to my surprise, she contradicted me...she said, "No daddy! It's a baby. Mommy said that it's a baby if there are 2 LINES!"

aaaahhhh...it's all clear to me now! The Shelly Express Lane...No Waiting. Shelly walked in and I said, 2 lines huh? Her grin got big and said, "how did you know?" "Liv," I replied. "Liv! That was our secret!" I was shut out...the first secret of many that those two will share together...oh well at least we're pregnant! Will it last, I don't know, but we're excited all the same. God's in control and this life is in his hands.

So, thanks for the prayers...and here's the first of many pics I'll post. He/She doesn't look like me yet, but I can see she/he has Shelly's Lining. Amazing thing is that the baby's only 6 1/2 weeks old, but we heard the heartbeat...that little bittie thing inside the other little bittie things...was beating. I saw it...amazing.

Photo Exhibit

2007-08-07T13:04:00.000-05:00

I've had the pleasure of being able to gather photos from people for the Southeast B&W photo exhibit. I've noticed how people are learning to communicate through images. People have a good eye for things. People you might not expect.

I think what it happening is that people are changing the way they communicate...or adapting to speak the language of the culture. For the past several decades, we have been indoctrinated into a particular way of thinking by the use of images. Images tell a story. It is a language that all of us understand. I love the starkness of black and white images. I love the raw undedited feel you get from the first impression. The following picture was taken in 1969. It is a picture of two young parents expecting their next child.

one 24th of a second in time. Yet a moment that tells a story.

I love this pic. It's of my folks a few months before I was born. I see a lot of myself in my dad...the hands, the smile...a story is being told.

I'm all about different ways of commuicating. With the photo exhibit coming up, I'm interested to 'see' what people have to say.

Poll

2007-07-25T11:41:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I just added a poll to the right side of the page there...go ahead and look...I'll wait...ok, so, the idea is to see who, if anyone, reads this page...and also what you'd like to hear more about. Let me know and I'll get on it.

Settling in...

2007-07-11T08:52:00.001-05:00

So, I've been trying to deal with the fact that I am now working again! I can't keep lying to myself, staying up late, pretending that I can sleep in only to awake feeling guilty and mad at the same time because I lied...to myself. Yes, I have to work, but it could be worse...the work could be that I put on my dungarees, strap on my helmet and take the 45 minute rail ride down into the mine. Fortunately, I get to put on my khakis, grab a Starbucks and snuggle nicely into my comfy chair in front of my twin 24 inch computer monitors in an attempt to regurgitate creativity in an orderly, yet unique fashion. Phew, I'm getting tired just thinking about it!

Truth is, I have it pretty good. I get to create and communicate ideas and develop friendships as part of my job. My quest and thirst for the truth of God is required and welcomed in my job description. I also get to have a few cool toys to play with...Video editing equipment, HD Cameras, Audio playthings...what else could I need? Oh yeah...Track lighting in my office...oh wait, I have that.

I don't say this to brag to those of you who trek into the fluorescent filled office cubes on a daily and sometimes weekend...ly basis. I say this to reassure you that no matter where you find yourself after a lifetime of working, it all boils down to the fact that in most moments, you'd rather be doing something else. I would, most times, rather be with my family...I mean honestly...look at them.

But then again, I'm sure that many people have it good when it comes to family. Of course, we know, one cannot have it all. There are always trade-offs. I find myself fortunate to have found a job that I love and found a family that loves me. Most of all, I find that I'm here for a purpose...not sure what, but I know it's there. I see it in brief moments. But for the most part, I'm moving forward, just like you, trying not to screw it all up. So, to you, as you go into and out of vacation and job changes and motivational challenges, be encouraged that by working, by taking care of your family, by getting the image of Jesus out into the world, you're pleasing God, even if you think it's insignificant. Be encouraged. And if you do work in a mine...I'd love to do a video piece on you...

Back into the groove

2007-07-09T09:36:00.000-05:00

It's been difficult to get back into the swing of things since returning from a week-long adventure into laziness. I find myself grasping for things to do...trying to keep from going back to that pre-vacation place where I sit and wait for the time to dwindle so that I can get out of town. Sometimes I get into that rut. I find myself feeling down and discouraged...a bit on the pitiful side. looking down, waiting for something good to pop me out of my nosedive into self pity.

I was reminded today of the two guys on the road to Emmaus. Looking down, feeling discouraged. Quite pitiful really. Then they meet a man on the road who asks what their problem is. They say do you not have any idea what's been going on? Then one statement stands out to me. In Luke 24 verse 21, they talk about Jesus and say, "but we had hoped that he was the one who was going to redeem Israel."

Hope. I am a hopeful person. To a fault really. I hope when I know that things aren't great. Even when I know that the outcome will be a certain way, I hope for the alternative. I guess it's foolish and sometimes selfish to hope for a certain outcome.

Shelly and I love the HBO series Band of Brothers.

Whenever it comes on television we stop and watch...we can't help it. One particular exchange took place between a private who was wracked by fear and a lieutenant who had developed a reputation of being a cold and fearless soldier.

The Private was stuck in a foxhole, unable to fight. During a quiet moment he asks Lieutenant Speirs how he does it. How can he fight? Speirs replies,

"We're all scared. You hid in that ditch
because you think there's still hope. But Blithe, the only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function. Without mercy. Without compassion. Without remorse. All war depends on it. "

There's always hope. But hope in what? For this soldier, his hope was that he wouldn't die. For Speirs, his hope was that he would do his duty...his hope was in himself. What do we hope for?

When these two men were walking on the road to Emmaus, they had lost hope. Of course when they told this to the man who they later realized was Jesus, he responds to them in a unusually non-gentle way. He says, in verse 25, "How foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken!"

I continue to realize that sometimes my hope is that I get what I want. It should be that God's Will be done. Now that I'm back into the swing of things, this is a reminder that I need continually. After all, it's going to be a while until the next vacation...tick, tick, tick...

Deep thoughts On Vacation

2007-07-05T10:15:00.000-05:00

I've heard it said from some that those who dance participate in behavior that is both lascivious and anti-Christian. When I was a boy, I might have believed and participated in this narrow perspective of the Christian life. I might have adopted this viewpoint because i didn't care about searching out the truth for myself. Actually, while in High School, my 'independant, fundamental, bible believing baptist' upbringing was beginning to wain when confronted with opinions such as these.

There was a point in my life when I thought to myself, "should I really think about this issue for myself, or should I just let someone else dictate my thoughts for me?" My entire life was filled with dictation. I was a regular administrative assistant when it came to personal beliefs. Let me know what I think pastor. It was laziness really. I didn't have time to fully seek out the truth.

Of course someone made the statement a few weeks ago, "Why do we need to seek out the truth? We've already found it?" This is the attitude in which I wallowed for several years. Then I got wise...or wised up...probably the latter.

I began to study theater and dance in College and discovered that sexual feelings and rebellious attitudes aren't directly connected with bodily movement. If it were, every time we got scared and flailed our arms trying to escape the stinging of a bee we'd be in violation of the 11th commandment, "thou shalt not dance." But we know the truth...sometimes we're scared that we might do something that might make us sin...so we impose our fear on others so we won't feel alone. Sad...but true.

Of course my daughter loves to dance. There is a purity in her movement. She is expressing herself in one of the only ways she knows how. It's probably for attention, but deeper than that, she just feels that she wants to dance. It's in her. God has given her a love for movement. How could this be wrong? Recently she participated in a recital. Along with 11 other little girls who were doing the same, she couldn't hide her excitement. This is her with one of her best friends in class.

Overall, We need to make our own informed decisions, which means that we need to seek out the information from a source that is not motivated by fear, but by love. Seek out the answers for yourself. If you seek the truth, you will find the it. You might also find a really cute picture in the process.

Vacation

2007-07-02T18:18:00.000-05:00

Ok...So I'm finally out of the office. Getting away is so important. Liv wanted to do a little webcam blog updating you of the immense amount of fun we are having. (she didn't say it just like that, but it was close...she is a genius you know...) there is a reason why people need to get away together. More later.

Where do you get your power?

2007-06-25T09:33:00.000-05:00

Here's the latest installment...more on it later. I just wanted to post it so you could at least see the magic that happens when a husband and wife argue...

Where in the world is God

2007-06-17T11:18:00.000-05:00

So the task was to answer or reveal the topic of the day. "Where in the world is God?" As we discussed it, we came to the Ephesians 5:1 verse. "Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children." The first idea would have worked. It involved a different kind of imitation. James had the idea, but it would have taken quite a bit longer to shoot...or so we thought. James, (he's the guy on the left) and I were ready to go with this idea, but got a bit stuck somewhere in the middle of the shoot. We sat there for 23 minutes without doing anything productive...just making bad jokes and trying to figure out how not to look ridiculous on camera. But, things actually worked out. The ideas came and after 47+ minutes of tape, this is the result. I was worried because of the time between a few of the takes. In fact, if you notice, you might see a magic trick with a red suburban in the background. Oh well, sometimes movie flubs happen. I'd love to hear your comments.

The Face of Christ

2007-06-13T13:05:00.000-05:00

My goal was to answer the question, "where in the world is Jesus?" Some would say that's not too difficult. But alas, those 'some' have no idea. I was browsing www.flickr.com and came across some stunning images. Stories that were told through the visible creases and scars permanently woven onto these sometimes sad faces. These images spoke volumes without saying a word.

The song we chose was from Chris Rice. Face of christ. The ideas came down to the Matthew 25:31-40 Passage (you can read it here - http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%2025:%2031-40&version=31 ) "Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."

This is my finished product. Special Thanks goes to Photographers Tom Stone for his homeless images and also to Ramesh Jai Gulabrai.

Where in the world is Jesus?

2007-06-11T09:12:00.000-05:00

As I wracked my brain trying to come up with the script for this piece, I was reminded, yet again, that sometimes funny things don't just come easy for me. The idea evolved many times while in the scripting process. I'm not sure if this was the most effective ending, but it flows with what we were thinking.
The premise: Where in the World is Jesus? Some people haven't found him because they might not know where to look. But, Just because you might not see him, doesn't mean he isn't there. Easy enough, yeah?

One idea that my wife came up with (she doesn't realize it, but she really is brilliantly funny sometimes) is to have the wife search for something that was on the menu...something her friend told her about., something she just had to try. She searches but doesn't see it on the menu. Then her husband would talk about the grail and the search for Jesus and then she'd say, "oh, I remember what it is I want. I want a FROSTY." but there was the problem...It really does accurately depict what happens when you look for something, but in the wrong place...but it doesn't allow us to have a good 'slap shot' at the end. It would have changed to 'The frosty! Wendy's has it, Sonic Doesn't!" Which is still very funny, however, it thoroughly blows up our initial premise.

So, when I talked to Brian and Cristy we came up with this idea. It is still very funny...these two are wonderful friends of ours and really were born to do this. They are so comfortable in front of the camera. We talked about how to end it...and I've always thought that certain words were funny. No offense to any of you 'clevelandians,' but the word 'cleveland' is just a funny word. Like dradle and 'wal mart'...well that last one was two words, the first word 'wal' somewhat funny independantly of the other, but together very funny. But I digress. We ended up with a fun quick piece that kicked off our Sunday morning.

By the way, that's my daughter in the back seat...she did great! I'd love to hear any comments that you might have.

Why Humor?

2007-06-08T08:51:00.000-05:00

June is always a busy month...at least it has been for the last few years. We're trying to find ways to reach people where they are. One way is comedy. An originator of the Group Theater in the early 1900's, Harold Clurman, said this. " Truth is like castor oil: the taste is bitter and people don’t like it; so you make them laugh, and when their mouths are open, you pour it in."

This has been my philosophy for quite some time now. I think that God grants his children certain gifts that are meant only to complement his creation. My gift happens to be humor. Of course, don't ask my wife how funny I am or she'll tell you the truth.

So, how are we implementing this humor in Worship? Simple. We prime the pump if you will...We get people ready to listen by breaking down any barrier that might be there. This first Sunday we asked the question, "where in the world is Jesus?" The beginning clip was what you see below. I think it's pretty funny. James, my good friend on the left, (I'm on the right), and I worked on this and his ideas were pretty good. I wish I could show you all the dialoge that led up to this final take, but it would take a while. It's nice to be able to spoof popular culture and utilize it for our own purposes. Enjoy. By the way, I'd love to hear your comments.

Junity

2007-06-05T09:26:00.000-05:00

So, I'm working on Southeast's annual JUNITY Services. It's an exciting venture into the unusual, but also a bit intimidating when it comes to trying to hit everyone on some level. Our focus is UNITY in JUNE. Trying to bring everyone together and learn a bit about the basics of our faith. So, in June, we attempt to answer the questions of where in the world is "the Bible, Jesus, God and The Holy Spirit?" These are four Sundays filled with Drama, Video, Music and Teaching.

We began a few months ago planning the activities involved in each service, but still, the actual implementation of said activities continues to be a 'down to the wire' process complete with script changes, personnel issues etc. But, week one is completed, with little to no real issues. Week two...well, that's in 5 days, so we'll see.

What makes this process fun for a Church of Christ is the collaborative effort involved. Churches should be focused on such things on a normal basis but, with all of the tedious day-to-day activities, the mystique of the process becomes lost in translation. At times we begin to focus on things other than the main worship experience so, inevitably the worship time suffers from the status-quo. Of course, many people like the status-quo. They find comfort in it.

I've promoted the thought that Jesus didn't come to make us comfortable. He came to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable. Seriously, as American Christians who strive for comfort in every aspect of our lives, why should be expect it on Sunday morning? Think about it, we want comfort in our homes, our cars, restaurants, movie theaters, desk chairs, shoes, toilet paper, shaving razors, hair care products, sensitive tooth paste, you name it...it all boils down to comfort. Sometimes I think that Americans are just greedy. We're used to something, so we begin to expect it.

I think that as a Church of Christ...a place that strives to be like Jesus Christ, (we actually sometimes strive to be more like Paul than Jesus) we should realize that the only thing we should really expect is Suffering. But alas, we come to church and sometimes complain when it's too hot or too cold or when the service is a bit unusual we begin to feel neglected, when in actuality, we are feeling uncomfortable.

So, our goal in June is to teach the basics of our faith, but in a small way, we hope to make the comfortable, really uncomfortable while hoping that those who have come to escape the institutionalism of Christianity find a small sense of peace and meaning. We don't ask for much right? We just ask for a realization of unity in June...or Junity.

Haiti continued...

2007-05-22T11:10:00.000-05:00

The day we arrived, we travelled to a city in the mountain area called Mirabalais. For 3+ hours by 4x4 on more of a wide rocky path up the moutain than a road we reminisced about a joy and beauty of something called "pavement." We arrived at a small School/Church surrounded by some lovely country. They were almost out of school and were waiting for us to arrive. They were polite and all smiles if you got them at the right moment. This picture was not that moment.

Of course after this was taken, I began to turn my viewfinder around as I videotaped them. They began to see themselves on the tiny screen. It seemed as if they tried to be objective as they were curious, but their smiles couldn't be hidden. Most of the kids were so excited to see themselves and their friends on the screen that they all began to mob me trying to catch another glimpse.

Next stop - a small farming village called Pageste....

Haiti

2007-05-21T16:57:00.000-05:00

I recently returned from a quick 5 day trip into Haiti. The country is beautiful, but even more importantly, the people are beautiful. I can't quite explain the emotion or the feelings that took place in that brief moment. It continues to hit me in waves of realization as I sit in my nice house watching a tv that's worth a year or more of care for a Haitian orphan. Yes, I know it sounds cliche. Everytime I try to tell people about what I saw, it sounds cliche. I begin to hear Sally Struthers coming out of my mouth as the tears begin to form in my eyes.

It's like trying to describe the color orange to a blind person. It might just be impossible. Sooner or later, you're just going to have to take someone at their word.

While at the orphanage I struck up some friendships with some kids who are not too different from my own daughter and the children I know here in the states. The pictures show kids full of hope. I wondered why. the only explanation is that the Love that Jesus Shows through his people is inexplicably peaceful. When Love is present, so is hope. This is what I saw throughout my visit. Hope.

More later...

Marriage Help

2007-05-01T17:06:00.000-05:00

Shelly and I just got back from our first ever Southeast marriage Retreat. It was an exciting weekend. The entire retreat centered around each couple's story. The truth is, story is so important in our culture. We've discovered that so many people don't realize that their stories are not only interesting, but very helpful to others. It's a unique feeling when you rediscover the US in your relationship. It's not two individuals, but one unique US that sets people apart. All in all, the trip was fascinating, fun and very tiring. (Is that possible?)

Also, we remembered just how beautiful Summer's Mill Retreat Center is. This was our view from the front porch of our lodge.

Soul Link 2007

2007-02-27T14:20:00.000-06:00

Just finished another Soul Link Youth Conference. This year was an interesting and fun theme. "Called: The Evolution Of A Hero."

With all the Superhero projects in television, movies and books, it seems that the theme begged to be recognized. The world, in it's seeming quagmire of conflict is crying out for something bigger than itself to come to it's long overdue rescue. There really is a deepening desire for something great to break forth. Something or someone great that puts itself second to those in need.

What we did is find ways to compare superheroes to Bible Characters. It worked rather well actually. Comparing Batman to Moses seems a stretch, but to think that they both were born into privilege, both ran away to the wilderness to find themselves, then returned to the land of their birth so that they could spend the rest of their lives serving others seems a perfect simultaneous illustration.

With other analogies such as that, the stage was set to get people to thinking. It worked. I produced a few video segments that supported the theme. One was taking 4 teens to NYC to live the life of Moses in 3 days...(not literally of course, no one was harmed, except a few sheep maybe.) Day 1 was spent in opulence and fun in Manhattan. Day 2 was spent in Long Island learning how to be a a shepherd. Day 3 was spent serving people at a soup Kitchen in the bronx.

It was a fast-paced experience that I'd love to discuss. If you're interested, let me know and I'll tell you about planning, equipment and editing as well as logo/art design and development.

Overall, I was glad when it ended...The last week in February is typically the busiest week of the year for me...Yawn. Now on to the next project...

Super Beginnings

2007-02-14T09:47:00.000-06:00

Was doing some research for class tonight and came across a story that occured in Seattle a few weeks ago. For more go to http://www.mysuperproposal.com/

So the story goes, that a guy wanted to propose to his girlfriend of 5 years, but found a way to do it for a superbowl ad. Long story short, after many rollercoaster moments until the last possible minute, the ad ended up on the cutting room floor. They never aired it. What they ended up doing was airing a similar ad during and episode of Veronica Mars. He asked her to marry him and the rest is history...and quite amusing and sweet and poignant today.

In her reaction, I love the fact that she seemed not only surprised, but shocked that it happened. I'm sure it was a flurry of emotion and bewilderment at how it all transpired, but the raw, 'I can't believe you chose me' reaction was pure, simple and beautiful. It made me laugh as well as swallow the apparant lump that had developed in my throat.

I love new beginnings. I love the feeling, the thoughts, the emotions, the grace, mercy and love that is given and received. It was a perfect reminder for my day today.

My wife and I are celebrating our 11th valentines day together. I'm constantly reminded how she not only chose me, but wanted me. Today we have a lovely reminder of our love...in the form of a sweet little 4 year old girl. It is a happy valentines day.

The Space Between

2007-02-09T11:13:00.000-06:00

Got a comment from a friend who said, why haven't you updated your blog? To be honest, I haven't really wanted to. I blogged about our IVF procedure...and, well, round 1 didn't take. We plan on doing yet 1 more...probably the last one. It does get rather expensive. So, I've been a bit standoffish on the writing. It's all part of life really. Sometimes things go your way and sometimes things don't. Actually, most times, things don't go your way or how you planned it. Maybe if your a part of the fortunate few who always get what they want, well, your either spoiled rotten, or completely detached from reality...usually it's both. But for the rest of us, we are occasionally blessed with moments of satisfaction, til we want something else.

I do believe that we aren't meant to be fully happy or satisfied..."yet" anyways. Maybe I'm a bit cynical. But I don't recall reading anywhere in the bible Jesus saying, "I have come to give you life..and happiness." Or "sing and be happy." Translated to mean, (shut up and don't rock the boat. You'll eat what your given and pretend to like it just like the rest of us.) [maybe that's in the first book of opinions.]

Then I come to the realization that we constantly live in the moment between satisfaction and dissatisfaction. If ever felt, they only last for a moment. But that's where the Grace of God comes into play. He says, "my grace is sufficient." My response is usually, "ok...whatever that means. I guess I'll wait and see." But it's true. We are in constant struggle for or against something. Survival in it'self is a miracle.

I guess I say all this to remind myself that God is gracious. He has met my needs and life could be much worse. Sound Depressing? Sometime it is, sometime it isn't. It's life.

The Future is Now!

2006-12-13T09:11:00.000-06:00

Here they are...little bitty things aren't they? They are simply known as #5 and #7. Two little embryos that offer us a bit of hope. Future Children? Maybe. We're prepared for the worst case. But we're also ready for some good news.

It's amazing what science has accomplished. Our Doctor is a Christian man who has been very helpful and supportive through this entire process. It's amazing what a good bedside manner will do for a patient. We find out in a little over a week if these little things decided to stick around. So, for now, we wait. Shelly was great in the whole thing. I admire her immensely. The shots, the anxiety...she's inspiring.

So, for now, we wait, play with our daughter, get ready for Christmas, and realize that through it all, God has made us better people through this journey. He has fashioned us a bit more into His image. He has, not us. We're simply along for the ride.

Shelly and I before the procedure. Very Green in there...for fertility I guess.

Waiting...

2006-12-08T22:23:00.000-06:00

I sit, waiting for Shelly to finish with the 1st part of her IVF Procedure. Yes, we've decided to do it. IVF. In Vitro Fertilization. Routine now a days, but 20 or so years ago, a brand new science. We've been trying for some time now. 2 1/2 years or so without luck. Yes we've done the pills, the Doctors...Nothing. We decided to try again and not hold anything back.

Today's the day. I sit, thankful for the life I have been given...For the beautiful woman with which I have been privileged to share life. Even now, I find it difficult to write. I guess I'm rather nervous. I find that my brain tends to work through the issues that arise, but only when it's an inappropriate time to do so. It doesn't absorb the magnitude of the situation until later. Even now as I sit, I am literally feeling lightheaded.

I think about our Daughter who didn't want to let me go this morning. I know she probably sensed we were going somewhere important. She's intuitive in that way.

To think that God might bless us with another child is hard to fathom. The procedure might not work and we are ready for that. However, it just might work as well. Are we ready for that? I thank God for walking with us through this Journey. We haven't been easy to deal with I know that.

I talk with others when difficulties arise and I pray for them. I oftentimes don't pray for myself. I'm not sure why, but today, my prayer is that God's will be done. My prayer is that our children will grow in the light, love and knowledge of God through Jesus Christ. I pray that they will be full of the love of God toward others and that Shelly and I have a part in bringing them life and light to the world.

But for now...I wait...With a light head and a bit of hope. Hope that God is paying attention. Hope that his grace is sufficient...Hope that Shelly's okay...Hope that it just might be a girl...Or a boy...Or, with the odds...Maybe both...

Who is nearer?

2006-12-01T10:05:00.000-06:00

“Those that hate goodness are sometimes nearer than those that know nothing at all about it and think they have it already.” the great divorce pg 82

A quote from the great divorce. It's referring to the question of who is able to cross over into heaven?

I've noticed, lately, an attitude of arrogance. The 'I'm right and you're not' thing doesn't work for me. Throughout Jesus' teaching and life, I don't see this arrogance portrayed by him. But realistically, he is the only one who could pull it off, because he was and is right. Yet, he chooses a different approach. I don't wish to belittle these types of people because they probably are right about several things. But, when we start getting an opinion about Christianity and worship, the attitude with some people changes.

Goodness. What does this mean? Does it have anything to do with worship styles or how we do church? Does Christianity have anything to do with when we meet and whether, while we meet, we pray, sing, listen to singing, entertain, laugh, cry, raise our hands or sit in silence? Did Christ come so that we would have rules more abundantly? Did he come so that by our Sunday morning activities we would be saved? Did God send his son into the world to condemn those that don't worship the way our religious tradition implemented? Are we saved because we have new ideas about innovative and meaningful worship?

Of course, we know the answer. But do we know Goodness? This statement says that those who hate goodness are closer to this Goodness of Heaven than those of us who are more interested in our tradition than the lessons of Christ. This hits home. Whether or not you buy into this statement it should give us pause to consider our motives. It moves me. It makes me want to rethink my intentions. It makes me want to discover goodness again. Rethink it. This quote infers that at the least, these people who hate goodness...at least they know what goodness is. The rest of those who consider themselves in the know...well, they're still trying to convince the rest of us through a little arrogance. As for me, I repent for my arrogance...I had a lot at one point. Now, the more I learn, the less I realize I truly know.

Turning Point

2006-10-12T10:04:00.000-05:00

As in any great story, there comes a moment when the protagonist is faced with a decision. One which will change his life forever. Regardless of the decision he cannot go back to life as it was. This new dilemma will forever change the way he sees both his life and the world around him. When I read the story of Abraham and those before him, I get the sense that there were not just one, but many moments of decision. Moments that changed the course of history. Of course then, they probably didn't think that much of it, but as we look back, those innocuous little choices have had serious consequences.

In the Great Divorce, our main character sees many people in the midst of the choice. Of course here, on the frontiers of heaven, the spirit people or 'the solids' understand fully the ramifications of the decision that is to be made. However, those ghostly people who are in the midst of the conversation consider it nothing more than yet another series of words which they must endure. They do not understand how precious the situation is.

This seems to be the norm doesn't it? When I read this book, I remember the countless times that I have been faced with certain choices that now, as I look back on those decisions, have had enormous impact on my life today. It makes me reconsider my words when in a heated discussion. It makes me consider carefully my choices when dealing with people at church and at work.

The moments come without warning. And there is grace and mercy in those moments as well. How? Because God keeps sending those choices our way. To quote a character from the movie Vanilla Sky, "it's one more chance to turn it all around." If this book is possible, then that means that God keeps giving us a chance to make it right. He still pursues us and wants us to know that this is the moment...This could be the turning point in our life. What is our choice?

Wandering

2006-08-11T15:11:00.000-05:00

Have you ever been somewhere so unfamiliar that you acted as if you knew exactly where you were in order not to draw attention to yourself? Probably happens all the time huh? I find myself in situations - locations where I feel completely out of place, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, I simply pretend to be at home. It's my defense mechanism.

What I find interesting about the main character's beginning journey is that he is surrounded by people who don't seem to be so concerned about the fact that they are all headed for a destination that is completely unfamiliar. They all seem to have it all together. They all seem to know exactly where they are going when in reality, not one person has a clue. They don't even seem to be enjoying the ride. They all tell their stories, and cry about how they've been put upon and mistreated and maligned. They share their plans to revolutionize the barren city below. Conversation seems intelligent, but beneath it all lies complete insecurity.

When it comes right down to it, none of us really know what's going on in life. A child dies, a mother disappears, one trusted friend rejects another, sickness creeps in. Some people walk around like they understand what's going on. Truth is, their just as lost as the rest of us, or they're wandering like the rest of us. Some of us aren't so lost as much as we are wandering. Tolkien said (roughly), "not all who wander are lost." Most of us wander. Some might have a better sense of the way than others, but for the most part, we're all trying to make it the best way we know how. I think for me, I'll just admit that I have got little clue as to why or what is about to happen, but I'll try my best to enjoy the journey.

Twilight

2006-08-08T08:09:00.000-05:00

C.S. Lewis has a distinct way of describing things. His descriptions of the town at twilight are familiar one moment and ghostly the next. It's the town where his hero, if you could call him that, he's more of a voyeur...a traveller through this story, finds himself. Because the town is empty, he naturally gravitates to the only crowd he sees - the ones waiting at a bus stop.

The people are normal - a bit edgy and irritated. Kind of like church on occasion. But as the author points out, these are people who seem to know the answers. They seem to think they have it right, even though they mysteriously find themselves in the middle of an abandoned town during eternal twilight alongside a motley crew of fairly odd people. Still, through their conversation and attempt at order, each considers their socially constructed view of life as the social norm ...again, kind of like church on occasion.

What struck me as interesting is how the people in line waiting for something to happen pass their time through conflict and grumbling. It is unclear to everyone why they wait, but they await in their natural state. Here at this bus stop, no one can hide their true self. It will become evident eventually. Some stay, most leave, but the beginning of the journey begins at this all too familiar, but not so exciting place.

I find that I have admiration for these people - even for those rude self-centered ones present. Admiration for their bravery in attempting the journey. Something inside them seeks - longs for the trip until they find themselves at the crossroads of decision. For the most part, they've arrived at a place without really understanding why. It could be that the deep seeded longing to go home takes over the mind's perception of reality. Whatever the case, we as a people are drawn to the life changing decision. Unfortunately, we usually arrive with people who annoy us. We must be confronted with this decision alongside others who are in the same situation and how we react to each other will affect that decision in a particular manner. How will we be? Who will we find ourselves alongside? Will we be so consumed that we fail to notice each other? Or will we endure each other without disturbing the peace? Funny thing is...this still sounds a lot like church.

The Great Divorce - the Process

2006-08-04T08:42:00.000-05:00

C.S. Lewis in his book The Great Divorce discusses the afterlife with a rather unique perspective. he presents the idea that "I do not think that all who choose wrong roads perish; but their rescue consists in being put back on the right road....Evil can be undone, but it cannot 'develop' into good. Time does not heal it."

The book talks about the journey of those who have passed from this life into the next. Now, the former fundamentalist side in me screams that the point of salvation is to rest forever in heaven with God so that we don't perish in everlasting torment. After all hell is reserved for those who clearly deserve it and those who just didn't get a chance to hear about Jesus. But the point of salvation rested in the 'transaction' of the recieving. I heard and used the prototypical evangelical question. "If you died tonight, do you know if you'd spend eternity with God?" Or I asked, "if you were standing in front of the pearly gates and God asked you why He should let you into His heaven, what would your answer be?"

These questions scared me. And when I used them on others it scared them too...well, the ones who actually cared about being saved. The ones who blew me off were probably destined for torment, so it was their fault for not being scared.

Now, the current me has changed a bit since then. I've grown to learn that salvation is more a journey of relationship rather than a 1 time obeying of the Gospel. I hear that...they 'obeyed the gospel.' Well, good. Are they still obeying it or was it just that once? In 1 Corinthians 1:18, Paul uses the term 'we are being saved.' He also brings up in 2 Corinthians 2:15. This statement was very intriguing to me because I never thought of it as a process. I dealt with absolutes. Right or wrong...no gray areas. But the idea of the grace that this statement presents is very comforting.

I've grown to learn that salvation is a growing process...a relational process. It is not programmatic nor is it committee based. Evangelism doesn't have to be scary. Unless you don't like people...then it might be scary. But more on evangelism later.

C.S. Lewis presents people as completely imperfect. Not in control. The struggle still present after death with those who have found themselves on the frontiers of heaven. How we hold onto things and think for a moment that we know better. In upcoming blogs I'll be talking about certain characters that are revealed and how I find a bit of myself in most all of them.

I'd love to hear your comments...

A New Normal

2006-07-27T10:52:00.000-05:00

It’s been quite some time since my last post. Partly due to the fact that I really just didn’t want to write about anything. When you’re unpacking, painting, working a lot and not spending enough time with family - words are used more for speaking than writing. We’re in the house now and it’s still more than we expected. I’m still amazed at how God seems to over indulge his kids sometimes. He gives us more than we expected…well, maybe not more, but better. Quality, not quantity I guess. Overall, we sleep well.

As far as thinking goes, Shelly and I have been talking a lot about what it means to live well. When we’re bound to the ruts of our making, whether in lifestyle, or social interaction, we fail to fully realize the freedom that we have been given. It’s difficult to get out of those ‘same ole-same ole’ ways. It’s difficult to forge new process thereby creating sort of a new normal for ourselves. But, the new normal begins with conversation.

There’s a book that deals with our past, and our future. It deals with the idea of what it means to get rid of ourselves. CS Lewis tells an interesting tale about possibilities of the afterlife. It’s an original story full of interesting and provocative characters. One character might remind you of yourself or someone you know.. What I would encourage you to do is to go buy it – It’s called The Great Divorce.

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&isbn=0060652950&itm=1

This will be the subject of my posts for a few weeks to come. So - I’m getting out of my rut now. I’m going to attempt to rough ride my way into a whole new rut…hey I gotta start somewhere!

Busy, Busy, Busy

2006-04-26T10:22:00.000-05:00

I’ve recently been a busy bee. We’re getting ready to move from our luxurious 750 Square foot palacial estate to a much larger plantation type home. Of course, the plantation is not necessarily true, but it is larger than we thought we could afford, but by the grace and blessing of God, we’ve been able to go forward with the purchase. Now, what I’ve realized is that buying a house takes a LOT of time. I’m busy, yes, but when you add in the house walkthroughs, the meetings, the other things, the business just adds up.

The good thing, besides the rockin house, is that I’ve been able to realize exactly how much time I waste on an average day. I try to be responsible, yet sometimes, we waste time doing the piddly things. Now, this has gotten me to thinking about my life. It seems that the one thing that Satan likes to do more than anything is to get me to waste my time. If he can get me to waste my time then I won’t be effective. I’ll get down on myself. I’ll become distracted from my real purpose. I’ll become rushed trying to make up for lost time. I don’t want that. I want to be busy, but not because I have to be, but because I want to be.

Just some thoughts…

WOW

2006-03-01T17:19:00.000-06:00

WOW!

I can’t believe how much stuff one can accumulate over a 5 year period. Useless stuff that we don’t really use…but we might, so we keep it. We’ve just spent the last 3 days moving out of our current house into a temporary smaller house, (located directly adjacent to Shelly’s Parent’s house.) But, this wasn’t because we were kicked out or foreclosed on…we just happened to sell our house a bit too soon. Some of our house purchase deals weren’t quite right, so we decided to go ahead and move out despite the difficulties.

Liv, our daughter absolutely loves it. She’s three and just yesterday morning, her wake up words were, “good morning mommy, I’m going to say good morning to Nana and Papa now.” We have to try to tell her that just because we are on the same lot of land doesn’t really mean that they want to see us constantly. Well, they might want to see her maybe, but probably not us. So, that leaves me here, worn out, or as a friend said to me, “You look plum tuckered!” I told her…”Yes I am.” That’s my life this week. I’ll give more details later.

Narnia

2006-01-06T16:56:00.000-06:00

Saw Narnia today. It's a new resolution of mine to go and see more movies. Not for recreation mind you, but mainly to keep up with the culture. Now there are a lot of bad movies out there, but occasionally one actually makes a crease in your memory. Narnia, moved me. The parallels are enticing. The story, I've always thought, was strange. The play, done by mainly by high schools now, is just drudgery. I did it in high school. Although the relieving moment came when my best friend Paul flint came out at the last moment dressed as the cowardly lion, er...Aslan. Now that was funny.
Nevertheless, This film urges me to consider myself in relation to each child. It seems I relate most to the traitor Edmond. But I wish to be magnificent and face my fears and fight my battles as Peter did. But too often I rationalize things away like Susan. But it all really comes down to little Lucy. Could we have the childlike qualities that help us overcome fear and be willing to sacrifice our comfort in order to help others? If you haven't seen it, I urge you to do so. Although I wouldn't take 7 and younger because of some pretty violent images.

Just some thoughts.

A whole new Year!

2006-01-02T10:16:00.000-06:00

I know, I know, I haven't updated since December 5th. Well, that's another new resolution. I will write at least 2 to 3 times per week. What does it really matter anyway huh? These are just words of rambling from someone who may or may not be insane. Yes, 2005 wasn't the best year for us. In fact it was not good at all. Of course, we still have our family and our jobs, and laughter and money...some in our country do not. We still have the ability to walk around on our own two legs and flip the remote with our ten fingers...some in our country do not. We have the ability to work and take care of ourselves...some do not. All in all, we're alive, healthy and still fighting the fight. At least that means something!

I was watching Dick Clark on New Year's eve. The guy is AMAZING! He had a stroke but still found the guts and determination to go on the air, slur and all, and do what he loves. And when the clock struck 12, he kissed his wife - passionately. (at least, I think that was his wife) WOW! It looked like he was just so happy to be alive! Inspiring.

As for me...I look for the good in the new year. It's time for some good things to happen. Not just for my family, but for the world. But I don't really have control over a lot of that, so I'll focus on doing what I can to change my world. That includes those around me.

So, here's to 2005. Thanks for coming and Going. Here's to 2006. I hope we miss your departure.

This Moment

2005-12-05T15:10:00.000-06:00

I’m listening to Pink Moon by Nick Drake right now. I don’t know why it is, but I love this song. It kind of centers me. I’m not even sure what it means really, but the images that it gives me are serene and confident. It’s like I have the whole world in front of me, and a lifetime of experience behind me. I guess that’s true regardless, but it just sounds better saying that while I’m listening to the song. I’m in the midst of the struggle. You know, those daily things that could get you down if you let them? I’m in the middle of it. That’s ok though. That’s life isn’t it? You get through and sometimes you laugh, and sometimes you weep. Your mood determines your spirit sometimes. Sometimes it doesn’t.

Of course then you have those moments of complete happiness and laughter. The moments when the music seems so inspiring that just by listening to it, you could do anything. “Each passing moment is another chance to turn it all around.” That was a quote by one of the characters in the Tom Cruise movie Vanilla Sky. It is an enormous truth wrapped up in a short 11 words. So…I’ll take this moment. I’ll enjoy it. I’ll just think about the Pink Moon…whatever that is.

We'll never really know until...

2005-11-03T13:46:00.000-06:00

It’s Thursday. I got back into town Tuesday night from a fun-filled week in Disney with my family. My 3 year old was simply amazed at this whole new world. To her, it was real. She loves Belle from Beauty and the Beast, so when she saw her at a lunch, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of my daughter. That uninhibited stare. The adoration…actually it was more amazement I think. She had seen this princess on the magic boxes in her living room and in our Mini. But, now she was actually seeing her live for the very first time. It was a moment to remember…for me really. I’m sure she’ll probably forget. But I won’t.

I’m glad we went. This week I realized how crazy in love I am with my wife and my daughter. I would have done anything for them. Before we went, we would tell her about Disney and she would smile a little. But it was kind of like the Bible describing heaven to us. We can only imagine what it is through the words that people use in the description. We’ll never really know what it’s like until we get there. When Liv walked through those gates and saw the castle towering before her, she couldn’t do anything but giggle. The excitement just shot out of her. And her eyes - to see her seeing that place for the first time – wow! I think Jesus is going to want to walk with us through heaven for the first time. But, to him, he’ll be more interested in seeing that excited look on our faces. He’s described it to us, but He knows that we’ll never really understand until we get there. Of course, I’m sure it’ll be a bit better than Disney.

Intro Video Project

2005-10-19T14:46:00.000-05:00

I just finished another Sunday Morning Intro Video. I tell you…this was like pulling teeth. I was trying to get something that was a bit more modern, but I think I ended up doing something similar to what I’ve already done. It’s interesting because I approach these things with a truly clean slate, I don’t want to repeat and I don’t want to do something that mimics Michelangelo. I want to start simple and let the creativity guide me. Sometimes I know it’s clicking! Other times I just have to finish or start all over.

With this particular project, I was trying to go with something that wouldn’t outdo the images. I wanted a look that was basic, but interesting. I was looking through a magazine called Dynamic Graphics and got an idea for a look that included straight lines, circles and basic, thinner style text. I liked the look, but wasn’t sure how to incorporate it. I started with some circles, but thought they looked kind of forced. I ended up with just one straight line and frames panning from right to left in a complete moving motion. Different colors highlight the piece, but the focus is on the images and the text scrolling across the screen.

The song is “clap your hands.” I experimented with some still images of clapping hands, but that looked just plain creepy…free floating hands moving unnaturally…creepy. So I focused on the text and the images. Still, after inserting the images, it just didn’t feel great to me.

I honestly worked on this 1-minute piece for about 30+ hours total. Of course, if you haven’t already noticed, I think it’s good, but I don’t think it’s one for the highlight reel. It did, however, teach me some things. What…I don’t know…but I’m sure I learned something. View the video (3 mb).

The Feel of History

2005-10-14T10:59:00.000-05:00

While in Nashville, we went to the original Grand Ole Opry. I walked in, not really knowing what to expect, but was actually moved to emotion as I stepped foot inside this historic landmark. Yeah, I’ll admit it, I grew up with parents who were, ‘closet’ Hee-Haw lovers. (Mom, Dad, if you’re reading this, then just admit it…) I actually liked it myself. We would enjoy it most every Saturday at 6:00 p.m., especially when we went to Mama and Papa’s place. That was my only escape from the small chitchat and conversation, which isn’t really that good as an 8 year old anyway, so I was actually sparing my relatives from meaningless and forgetful conversation.

As I walked in I could just feel it. You know when you sit in a chair that has been recently occupied by someone else? The warmth that you feel is an immediate reminder that someone was there. This is what I felt. Honestly, the echoes of music and laughter and emotion caught up with me and for a brief moment I breathed in deep, like you do when you’re trying not to weep. My breath stammered a bit and I just closed my eyes and tried to see and hear those years of life being lived and sung about from the likes of Patsy Cline, Roy Acuff, Gene Autry, Bob Hope, Minnie Pearl, and yes, John Bon Jovi. I didn’t expect to be hit like that.

I wonder if my life will leave such an impression. I wonder if my church…or my Christian brothers and sisters could inhabit a place with such passion that the very presence of that passion lingers? I wonder. (Hebrews 12:1)

The only way I could remember it was to revert to my tourist tendencies, so Shelly took a picture.

Now, I can say that I have stood where they stood and I’ve seen some of what they’ve seen. I am glad that I could piggyback on the passion of their lives.

Of course, I took a picture of Shelly as well and thought, now that's passion!

The Core

2005-10-12T15:42:00.000-05:00

I just got back from a Worship Conference in Nashville called the “Look to the hills conference.” Shelly and I were able to spend Wednesday through Sunday in the Tennessee hills communing with God and with each other. This was vastly different from the Chicago “Willow Arts Conference” that we went to back in June. The conference was about the ways in which we see our people and our church relating to the world. Although I was a bit disappointed with the organizational aspect of the entire week, I was encouraged by some of the content.

My wife has such a good way of seeing and putting things-so discerning. She has a gift. Something I can only hope to one day attain. But she said, some of these topics, the things talked about by Mike Cope, Jeff Walling and some of the other speakers hit right at the ‘core’ of what the message of God is all about. The Incarnation of Jesus - how can we be Jesus to the world? It was so poignant to me. I realized that at times Christians become disgusted with the world and with what our nation has become. We become upset at how TV has gotten so trashy and how films have become so frivolous with morality. I have heard voices of hatred for the world from some Christians…at times I have been that voice.

But, what I’m being reminded of is that Jesus did not hate the world. (John 3:17) He was not shocked by the world’s lack of morality. He Loved The World. And when he approached us he didn’t do it with an attitude of Judgment. He didn’t expect us to meet him where he was. He didn’t have make people see that he was God before he would get to know us. He lived his life in relationship with people. He lived his life respecting people and showing them their value.

That is what it means to be Jesus today. It may mean not caring if someone is Jehovah’s Witness, or Muslim or Hindu…It may mean respecting their past and building relationship with them. It may mean that we love them and not expect them to come to church with us. Being Jesus isn’t getting someone to see God and then moving along to someone or something else. It’s letting them see God through me. My life, my friendship and hospitality. Breaking bread shouldn’t be restricted to Christians. I should be inviting others to break bread with me. That’s what Jesus did. And when we talk about the core of Christianity, we’re talking about Jesus.

2005-09-30T13:57:00.000-05:00

There are several “defining” moments in our lives. Moments that we will remember regardless of where we are or what we have become. In my life, when these moments have occurred, I often wish that I would have better memorialized it. I know that in the old testament, whenever God would do something great for his people, they would remember it by doing something simple. They made an altar out of rocks. That’s it. It doesn’t seem that technical, but it was effective. And, back then, the population being what it was, you didn’t have to worry about people coming and developing land and mowing over this precious site.

Today, though, it’s easier to remember. In my office I have a picture of Times Square in New York. The caption reads, “Times Square, 1942.”

I love the picture. An obviously cold and misty night where bundled up people were going to the movies during a time when the world was at war. I like seeing people trying to retain a sense of normalcy in this otherwise chaotic world. It’s a nice reminder of the resilience and determination that people have. Honestly, it’s nice to look at.

But, then I looked a bit more closely.

The movies showing are Battleground and The Third Man. The Musical listed at the top of the picture is Kiss Me Kate. Hmmm…America has just joined the war and already in 1942 they have a movie out about the war? I don’t think so. So, I did some research. Both The Third Man and Battleground debuted in 1949. Kiss me Kate won 5 Tony Awards in 1949. So…the date of this picture is actually - 1949.

Wow. I’ve been duped. Here I have a picture of people I admire doing something I think is very brave and truly ‘American.’ But, this new information changes everything. It’s not a picture of the American spirit battling tyranny and oppression through economic capitalism. It’s just a bunch of people going to the movies in Times Square. (which may really by the true American spirit…entertainment at any cost.)

Defining moments need to be remembered. We need to do something in the moment to remember the moment. If we try to symbolize the moment 30+years later, then we might be remembering something that may make us feel good, but won’t necessarily be the whole truth. Just some thoughts…Oh well…the picture is still nice to look at.

Rita

2005-09-22T20:33:00.000-05:00

So, we left Wednesday Morning at around 5:00 a.m. Some people thought we were crazy then, but we didn't care. Of course now, they tell us, wow you were smart. We made it in 3 hourse 45minutes to Dallas. It was early, but nice. However, I feel badly for those friends of mine who were stuck in traffic for over 12 hours.

What makes me mad is that our media has been scaring the living daylights out of our City by choosing the most terrifying words possible to describe the possible effects of this storm. So, in essence, they caused the largest traffic Jam in the history of America.

Oh well, that's what we get for living in a place where things actually happen. I pray that the storm is lenient on whoever it hits. I hope that the community of Houston and America has been strengthened through this event. We'll see. But for now, I sit and wait...

oh...by the way...those of you who have tried to contact me by Cell...It's not worked very well lately. But Shelly, Liv and I are allright. We're in Dallas with the Folks. Hopefully for just a short while.

It's Amazing!

2005-09-09T08:31:00.000-05:00

I've been able to meet some really amazing people since Hurricane Katrina hit. It's good to know that when a person gets to a point when they are almost completely self-involved, God intervenes and shows them some things that are possible.

I've been able to meet a man named Ted Ellis www.tellisart.com This man had family in New Orleans and since the hurricane, they've all come his way. 50+ to be exact. Granted, Ted has a nice house and has some space, but 50 people gets a bit overwhelming. But, what I saw in Ted, his wife and children, was an 'unselfishness' that comes directly from God. They've opened their house, their time and their wallet to a family and extended family that just needed a place to be.

It's been my extreme privilege to talk with them, make friends with them, laugh, cry and sing with them. They aren't asking for things, but they need things. They aren't acting angry, even though I know they must feel it occasionally. They are grateful to be alive and with family.

The stories are unbelievable, but necessary to hear. When one family was able to find temporary housing, after sleeping on the highway, at the dome and on the floor of the Ellis's house, they said, God sent you. We had to say...No, I really think God sent you to us. Why? I don't know, but I'm better now. I'm closer to God because of these new friends.

I wish I could have met them under different circumstances. I know that they are dazed and not knowing where to go next. I know that some of them just want to rest and go back to not having to live in a 'survival' mode. I know that they would rather not be here, but unknowingly they have created a community out of a city of 2 million. I know they feel lost and helpless, but to me, I have 50 new heroes. And through them, I've been able to see a little glimpse of God.

It's amazing.

A Prayer For the People

2005-08-31T11:04:00.000-05:00

It truly is amazing how many things I take for granted. When I went to Virginia back in 1995 with my uhaul and big ideas, I went with a lot of ignorance. You see, I was going to Virginia when they had been predicting that Hurricane Felix or Humberto…or Tropical Storm Gabrielle…one of those would hit in Virginia Beach. I took it in stride though. Having never realized the magnitude of a hurricane I quietly got out my Masking tape and put two big ‘X’s’ on the windows to keep them from shattering. Yes…masking tape against 139mph winds. That’ll hold. I even went to the market to get some supplies. Rows and Rows of where water and canned goods once stood were, at this point, completely empty. So, scrounged for some large containers of water, some canned beans, chili and chef boyRdee products. I found a flashlight and some batteries and considered myself prepared. I was ready for Mother Nature.

What I didn’t realize back then was just how treacherous nature could be. I was spared that fateful August, because the storm never hit us. So, I was stuck with all these canned goods and masking tape on my windows. I do, however, still have that very same flashlight. I keep it as a reminder of what ignorance will buy me - a cheap plastic flashlight.

Even when in Houston during Tropical Storm Allison, I had no Idea that this constant pouring of Rain would lead to the destruction that it did. Again, ignorant. Now, looking at these poor people, I am struck again by the shear magnitude of the power God unleashed in this world. I wish it wouldn’t have happened and I pray against those things. My heart goes out for those few who were like me - those who didn’t see it coming. I pray that God found mercy and spared them. I pray that He brings this country together for a quick and meaningful restoration. I pray that Christians will act in the face of such blatant opportunity. I pray that I will be compassionate and responsible with my fortune and help those who are stuck, some completely alone, in a strange place with little food and nothing but a cheap plastic flashlight.

It's Still Rock and Roll to Me

2005-08-16T16:55:00.000-05:00

I was thinking about my days in 6th through 9th grade. I was really a bit neurotic because of what I was taught about certain things. Rock and roll being one of those ‘hot button’ issues. I was told that Rock music was evil and straight from the devil. (Whether it was the beat or the lyrics I don’t know.) Of course being a ‘younger than the rest of my classmates’ kind of a guy I wasn’t really informed on what ‘rock music’ really was.

One particular day as I was at baseball practice standing in the outfield I’ve got that Darrel Hall and John Oates song “Kiss is on my list” going on in my head. Over and over it played. I tried my best to get it out of my head because of the guilt I was feeling for even thinking of such evil. But as I practiced and the words came out of my mouth, “(Because your kiss) Your kiss I can't resist. Because your kiss is what I miss when I turn out the light,” The Guilt…Oh The Guilt! Besides, Darryl Hall and John Oates…not the coolest group in the world.

I do remember one day as I’m riding with my brother to school. He had a friend with him in the front seat…Mike. He was a no-nonsense kind of a guy who found out about my little ‘Rock-n-Roll’ phobia. We’re sitting in my brother’s 67 mustang listening (not by choice) to that evil musician Billy Joel. Mike turned to me, noticing my disdain and sympathy for the two of them, and said, “You don’t like rock and roll huh? Well…you will!” I just brushed him off thinking, who’s this guy to tell me what I will like? I might as well marry Satan.

But later…he was right. I realized that some things aren’t as evil as I was told. I eventually got into some groups, but didn’t really have a group with which I could associate. You know a lot of my friends had their bands that they would promote. I had nothing. So I decided to start looking. That’s when I discovered The Police. Sting’s really cool band that I didn’t really care for all that much, but I liked being able to sound like I was into a band. So, when people would say, hey, what band you like? I’d respond, The Police. Yeah, they’re awesome. And that was that. Of course Now...I really like Sting...but that's a whole different story.

It’s funny how I feel the need to have something with which to associate. I can’t just be myself. I couldn’t just tell everyone that I really did like Hall and Oates. And that Adult Education was one of my favorite song ever. No…I just told them that I liked the Police…even though the only song I knew them to sing was Roxanne…that was them…right?

Moving forward

2005-08-11T17:30:00.000-05:00

So, what exactly does it mean to keep on running? In life I mean. Or Moving forward? You really can't help but move forward. If you're still alive, then there's still movement. This is proven fact. I guess it's a figure of speech-you're not dwelling on the past or something similar.

Why is it so important that we move forward? Why is it that we have to be moving at all? To be honest, sometimes I need a little rest. I push myself really hard to make sure that I have projects and things going on at any given moment so that I can have some sort of reference point for accomplishment. My whole life is an attempt to be like Jesus, and to be honest, he really didn't look as if he was moving forward. ( In the broadest sense of the word.) He kinda looked casual about it all. The only time I really sensed him feeling hardpressed was toward the end, when he was telling his friends about what was going to happen to him and they just weren't getting it...after three years of conversation! I wonder if he thought, "well, I've just gotta keep moving forward." I'm not sure.

I once heard that Sharks don't sleep. They rest, but are constantly on the move. I don't know if it's true, but I also heard that if they stop moving then other sharks may think that they're dead and go after them. I think that is how we have conditioned ourselves. To be constantly on the move forward or otherwise. If you're not then you others pounce in and devour your character or motives or just dismiss you as uninspired.

Lately, I've felt like I've been moving, but am not really sure which way I've been going. Sometimes things look familiar...like I've been here before. But mostly, it's just a blur. I rely on those moments where I am almost forced to sit and rest. Whether it's storytime with Liv or before bed when my wife and I play cards or talk. But you can't have too much of that sitting around...I mean your not going anywhere.

Then I think about it and...well Jesus moved through relationships. That was 'how' he moved. It was through people. He had nowhere else to go...because he specifically came 'here' for us. Basically he spent 3 full years in storytime. He focused on everyone else.

I think the moving forward I do, whether emotionally or professionally - well, it happens during those storytime moments. I guess those times when I'm focusing on someone other than myself, that's when it happens. So...it's home I go...for storytime.

Making My Way

2005-08-09T16:36:00.000-05:00

It’s Tuesday. Here I sit, making my way in the world. My schedule is periodically hectic, but lately, it’s been rather slow. I guess it’s nice though, to have some time to get my thoughts together and plan my next life-changing project. It seems that I’m just starting to get my creativity back.

Artists and writers call it different things. I’ve just called it 'the funk I’ve been in.’ It started about a year ago when things seemed to be looking up. I had a relatively new Job. Shelly decided to stay home for a while with our Daughter...and we had a new baby on the way. She was about 13 weeks pregnant. I was writing consistently…journaling, which I don’t do a lot of, but I had just started. Things were going really well when the ‘emotional bottom’ fell out.

Shelly noticed something wasn’t right. After going to the doctor we realized that we had miscarried at 14 weeks. We were stunned. There is a scene that happens in some war movies when a bomb goes off near a soldier. He is thrown some distance, but he’s still alive. Only everything is disoriented. He can’t hear. He can’t see well. He’s obviously hurt, but is still trying to go…somewhere. That’s exactly what I felt like.

They always say that people, suffering from shock, tend to focus heavily on one thing. I stopped by a traffic accident once and the lady, obviously in shock, kept asking me to get the keys out of her car. “Get the keys out of the car! Get the keys out of the car!” I got them and gave them to her and she just sat there, not knowing what else to do.

I guess my ‘thing’ was that I stopped creating. Almost completely. Creativity was the farthest thing from my mind. What kept me going was the fact that through it all one of my best friends would sit and talk with me. He didn’t want anything, except what was best for me. He would just sit, sometimes talk, but mostly listen. It is because of this that our friendship went to a whole new place. That’s one thing that allows me today, to continue to make my way in the world - because my friend decided to be Jesus instead of himself. (Actually, God allowed him to do both.)

For now…the ringing has died down…a little. I think I’ve seen a few positives come out of this. Although, I still think about our child, but know that I’ll never understand why he/she was taken away. I just have to go on making my way, and trusting that God’s going to make the best of it.

Routine

2005-08-03T11:07:00.000-05:00

My daughter and I have this ritual before bed. Shelly or I will read her a story. Then we’ll say our bible verses, (she’s memorized three so far) and then we say our prayers. We blow out the light, although lately she’s found it funny to ‘sneeze’ out the light, and then she immediately raises her right arm and says, “Rub my arm please.”

The rubbing of the arm started when she was a child and I would try anything to get her to go to sleep. I started rubbing her face and then arms. That seemed to really calm her down. Now, it’s routine. But, of course, it has evolved into a toddler massage of sorts. First the arm then the other, then the tummy and the back and the feet, to which she always says, “that tickles.” When she’s stalling she’ll start thinking of other things like fingers and eyebrows and neck and ears.

Yes, I sit there and I do it. I really kind of like it. I mean after all, she just wants to be with me. How long will that last? Maybe in her two and a half year old mind she considers me or shelly the only ones who could really help her rest. But, sometimes the tired side of me says, “Ok, this is the last time.”

Last night I was in the middle of the routine when it hits me. How many times do I do this with God? How many times have I put God through the routine? Sometimes it’s positive, but mostly it’s not. How many times have I committed the same offense and said, “God I’m sorry, I really don’t want to be this way. Please forgive me. I promise never to do it again!” Then I’m fine for a while until it happens again. And then I sink into the same routine. It’s maddening really.

Albert Einstein once said, "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

That pretty much says it all. You know George Castanza of Seinfeld fame once decided to do the complete opposite of what his instincts told him to do. When he wanted to lie, he told the truth. When he wanted to order one thing, he ordered another. He was amazed at the results. He was liberated.

I question that. But then again, I question most everything. I didn’t used to. But I’m learning that not everything is as it seems. People aren’t as well intentioned as I once thought. I used to be naive and think that people were thinking more of me than of themselves. That’s hardly ever the case.

So, today, I sit in the midst of routine attempting to break out of the ruts I’ve created in my thought process. It’s insanity trying to become better by oneself. This is why my attempt at reconciliation with God becomes so tedious. Because deep down, somewhere, where I lack a confidant center, I feel that I’ll do it again. And this makes me sad, because alone, I really am powerless to defeat any of this. But while I pray, God remains. Maybe He’s thinking the same thing that I think while rubbing Liv’s earlobes. Maybe He likes the fact that I consider Him the only one that can help me get some rest.

The "C" Word

2005-07-29T16:00:00.000-05:00

I just found out that a friend of mine has cancer. I’m not sure of the specifics yet, but I’ve known people with this type and they’ve survived quite well. But the news, for me, was hard to hear. I can’t imagine his thoughts. I know for a moment, he must have really felt alone. Hopefully not.

I was just reading in a book called, “Blue Like Jazz” and in it he talks about a speaker who discussed metaphors for Cancer. He asked the audience and they kept coming back with war metaphors. You know, they're fighting cancer…battle with cancer…etc. He said that many people consider the “C” word as something to fight. Because of this thought process, many people give up initially because they don’t want to have to go through something like that. They don’t want to fight. He went on to discuss how somewhere around 90% of people who have cancer are surviving. The cancer is either manageable or curable. He says that many people survive because they choose to look at cancer differently.

I thought this was encouraging, but didn’t think about it when I found out about my friend. I went right to the negative and then started looking at myself. My High School friend LeighAnn wrote in her blog ‘Cancer Chupa.’ Chupa is Spanish for ‘sucks.’ Sometimes there’s just no other way to say it.

I pray for my friend. I know that he is not alone. But I know that he may feel that way. At one time or another, we all do.

2005-07-28T10:31:00.000-05:00

Computers...blogging...this is truly an orwellian fantasy we've gotten ourselves into. 1984 is now. Of course that summated that we've got to be careful when big brother is watching. What we're doing now is asking big brother to watch us. We're gladly opening up our lives and thoughts to the world. We're becoming vulnerable because we want people to know us. We want to be known. Funny how in this world of constant connectedness, we are becoming increasingly disconnected with the souls of people.

Every Sunday as I walk the halls of our church asking people, how are you...the answer is rarely a deep one. Maybe that's because I give off an air of not really caring to begin with. That makes me sad. Because I know what it's like when people don't care about you. In the movie 1984, society got to the point where nothing was intimate anymore. The society had become somewhat sterile and controlled. (sounds like many of our churches today.) People were together, but they were alone.

It never ceases to amaze me how people cope with pain. Hidden pain. They sometimes don't talk about it because they think that it's a burden to other people. Can you believe that, they don't want to burden us? They're the ones in pain and tragedy. What is it to us to listen? Maybe that means we'll have to do something. And frankly, someone telling me about their cancer or the problems with a friend or the massacres going on in the Sudan or the problems with war...I don't really want to have to listen to that...I feel pushed to take action. And honestly, that's encroaching on my personal space. Besides, I have other things to think about you know? Reruns of The Apprentice are on and I forgot to set the TIVO.

But we all deal with it. We all have pain, addictions, anxiety and fear. And sadly enough, most of us hold it in. What would happen if we had a unanimous data dump? What if we all found someone we cared about and told them everything? Hmmm. I wonder how that would turn out? I know God's there to take it and Listen. King David Did it in the Psalms. and Psalm 88 isn't a nice little talk about how nice life is. It's pretty depressing. But, then so was 1984...the movie I mean, not the year...I liked the year 1984, but the movie...well, I'd rather ask someone how their doing.

Living In The Past

2005-07-26T08:58:00.000-05:00

Last night, for some reason, became an evening of memories. As I sit in my mini driving with my wife and daughter, something triggers a past memory and we begin talking about college and a bit after. (Oh, by the way, by ‘mini’ I mean ‘mini-van.’ Sorry if I pretended to be cooler that I actually am. It does have a personalized license plate if that makes any difference.)

So we’re telling each other some things that we haven’t talked about in years and wondering if the choices we made were wise or not. Moments we would have changed - You know, asking what we would do differently if we had the choice. I talked about past girlfriends and the fact that my choice of majoring in theatre and minoring in music may not have been the most lucrative career path. I said, you know, if I had to do it differently I would have…and I would have been…you know how the story goes. We all do it. Maybe it’s a form of regret, maybe it’s just a way to make yourself feel better that you could have made a better choice. For some people, I’m sure that they would go back in a second.

But as I drove with my wife and my two and a half year old, I began to realize that everything I love and hold dearly has been an outcome of those decisions. Those horribly selfish, but sometimes good decisions have placed me where I am today. I’m not convinced that it’s all worked out like it was supposed to have, but what does that mean anyway? Who knows how things were supposed to have worked out? All I know is that I was lucky enough to land a ‘red-headed’ wife who, for some reason, loves the fire out of me. And because of that love, I have a little girl who thinks I am the greatest man on the planet. How could I want that to change? Just so that I could have majored in business and maybe have a few more bucks right now? No…I think I’ll trust that God, my God has created this place for me to be. I realize that my decisions are who I am. Good and bad. And I kind of like to think that God’s been fixing this life as I go through messing it all up. I’m sure he’s tired by now… “Scott, just make a good decision…just one…please…I’m tired here.”

You know, His choices determine where He is too. He could have chosen not to love me anymore. But that wouldn’t have been true to who he was either. So…I guess that I’ll live in the today…not the yesterdays…and hope to come to a place where the past doesn’t haunt me…it teaches me.
By the way…my daughter loves the mini. So, I guess that was a good decision.

What I do...One More...

2005-07-22T15:31:00.000-05:00

This is becoming a life story. Once more and then I'll begin to get to the point.

I walked away. Sort of. I tried to do something spectacular. I tried to take a strong step of faith that would have landed me on the cover of Christian inspirational books worldwide. What did I do? Go to Haiti? No. Go to Russia? No. Did I become a native American monk? No. I went to Virginia. And not even because I was following God's call. I went for Film school and for a girl.

I arrived stepped out of my truck and took a deep breath. "New Life," I thought to myself. "Ok God. I'm here. Let the blessings commence!"

(silence)

"Um...Hello?"

So, there I was. In Virginia. It felt a lot like Texas. Same air, same grass, same trees...and the same me. Only now I was alone. So to make a long story short...I couldn't really pay for Film school so I dropped out. I couldn't really handle the girl so I dropped her. I couldn't really handle myself, so I just...dropped. I ended up selling cars for the next 5 months.

I had quite a bit of time to examine the pathways I had chosen. Then God gave me a little help...through phone calls with a sensitive red-head who would end up becoming my wife. I learned a lot in that time. One thing specifically was that I needed to serve. My calling was service to God. How I wasn't sure. But, all my training and experience led me to this. Recently, my wife and I were talking and we both realized how we had kind of 'Gumped' our way through the last 8 years. You know, Not really knowing where we were going, but responding to each new turn with a sort of ignorant audacity. No matter what was thrown at us, we just kept on running...together. That's where the Children of God seem to fair best. Together.

So, it's been a while, but I've finally discovered that my experience has become my biggest reference point. God has me here, attempting to communicate his truth and love to a world who isn't really wanting to hear it. (They want to, they just don't know it yet...at least that's I feel now...it could change. ) Using creativity to turn these truths into bite-size theology. Images and situations in which most everyone can relate. I feel honored that Jesus has allowed me to do the thing that he practiced when speaking. Stories...helping people imagine without them realizing it. Honestly, I'm sure I'm still Gumping through it. Of course now, I realize I'm Gump. It's a nice feeling. So for now we'll just keep running... Until we stop.

What I Do...Continued

2005-07-21T15:01:00.000-05:00

What I do. Professionally, it's been a long road. I guess "professionally" didn't really begin until a few years ago. Before then I basked in the world of the irresponsible - tossing unopened bills to the side and ordering cheap luggage from 2nd rate mail order catalogs. I would walk about as if the 300.00 I just earned for 1 day's work was worth a bit of admiration.

In those days having just finished college, I selected an almost perfect job path. Comedian. Finally I could remain that feelgood, carefree man-boy who really wasn't ready to leave college in the first place. I could associate with younger more vibrant people and...At times...Make them laugh. Guys would envy - girls would dream and I would get paid. All for talking in a French accent or pretending to be funny. It was great! Until I started realizing that the 300.00 I was getting was in fact, hush money. Money meant to keep me eternally irresponsible and naive.

Even then, when I knew that I was enabling my own de-construction, it took me a while to break away and into the world of the living. Now, for others, who are solidly responsible comedians (if there is such a thing) I know this will not be true, as they are solid and...well...responsible - fully integrated adults in a world for the perpetually young. But for me, I was buried under a mound of inaction. All the while hoping I would one day stumble or happen upon that thing or idea or world view that would make me spiritually rich. As it was, all I had to show for my life's work was a bucket of half truths mixed with tradition and religion...oh, and a kickin French accent. Yet, there was something missing - Me. I had become the jokes I was telling. So, I finally stood up and walked away. Sort of...

What I Do

2005-07-20T11:50:00.000-05:00

It's interesting to see and hear people's reactions to what it is I do. I guess the title alone needs a bit of explaining. In a way, it does sounds kind of flaky anytime you have the words creative and arts in the same sentence. Creative can really mean most anything. "He's a creative accountant." "He's an administrative arts minister." When you use the word creative, you throw out most absolutes. College for a creative type...we aren't right or wrong. It all depends on how we 'feel' about our answer. That's the key.

Yeah...maybe I need to rethink it. However, there is a certain striking nature to the sound of it. Especially in ministry. But honestly, the bottom line is that titles are always a bit more glamourous than the actual nature of the work. The nature of my work is communicating with people. That's pretty much it. Hmmmm. To put it like that...It doesn't really sound that glamorous.

Regardless, what I do isn't that different from what anyone else does. I just get to do it with high tech equipment and cool music...sometimes.

more later...

Welcome

2005-07-19T11:51:00.000-05:00

Well...here it is - My first ever blog. I have hesitated in doing this due to the fact that I've got a lot to say and not really enough time in my day to say it. I just assumed that I'd be yet another voice in a cacophony of sound...yet for some reason I'm just nieve enough to think that someone may care.

It doesn't really matter who reads this. I'll just talk and if you care to listen or respond then...fantastic.

I'll try to update this every other day for now and then after a few weeks we'll see. I'm still processing my past weekend. A lot of encouragement and affirmation from fellow ministers and their wives. I understand how important affirmation is. I take that as meaning that affirmation is just as important for the ones you feel you should be receiving the encouragement 'from.'

So...my mission this week is to affirm, encourage and pray for those I feel should be dishing it out. Maybe it's selfish, maybe it's not. Who knows...better to do it and learn than to not do anything and...well...not learn. Peace and blessings and Encouragement to you.

Scott