Sunday, September 2, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Grown Apart, Thrust Back Together
Crisis brings out the extremes in people - both good and bad. I wrestled with even writing this post - but did so, not fully aware of what the fallout may be.
In as much as I'd like to think what a upcoming situation will look like (in my sanctified imagination), reality shows up like the you-know-what-it-is and pops me in the back of the head with reckless abandon. Once my proverbial vision clears, I have to start the art of scanning the room for adversaries and discounting the handicaps I find within the room through the filters I apply.
Old wounds and new egos...
My early years, specifically those before Christ, were not the best years of my life (regrettably). Not only did I "go through the motions" with liturgical Christianity, I had a skewed version of what "normal" was - and when you add siblings to the mix, well... there was ample opportunity to shift blame, manipulate and hurt others for the protection of yourself, to vent one's frustrations or to get over on one's parents easy.
Fast forward thirty plus years and we all become products of our environments (both past and present). What we experienced then, shapes us today. We can take our wounds, bandage them and learn or continue licking the wound(s), keeping it fresh and moist to have it temper our lives... usually not for the better. These experiences usually affect how we deal with those in-and-outside-of the family. It's been my sad lot to see this play out in the lives of those I love.
I didn't walk in the hospital today with a proverbial ax to grind; but, I did get a sense that there was some downed limbs in the yard of someone else that I was having to step over to get to the other side.
Empathy versus sympathy...
I understand no one truly knows how anyone else around us feels (exactly). Far be it from me to "know" what my mother feels seeing her husband unconscious on a hospital gurney; or, how any other family member wishing to portray (on the outside) to the rest of us how they "got it all together" is really spazzing on the inside. Granted, I'm no mind-reader - but that goes both ways.
I empathize because I understand the feelings of helplessness, futility and isolation as I watch the strongest man in my life quelled by a simple thing like anesthesia, seeing him unconscious and wondering, "Is he going to be alright?" It's very much (genuinely) internalized. I will graciously give a "pass" to those who talked back to me today, talked above me and even talked as if I was not in the same room because emotions were running "high" today.
Sympathy is the man looking down into the hole in which the other man fell and shakes his head as he hurries by. Empathy is the one who crawls down there with him, rope in hand, ready to assist in a humble manner.
From the outside looking in...
Part of a mother's nature is to "protect her young" - I've come to realize that mantra never ages, even though her children do. There were times today when I was convinced that my mom wanted to bear the brunt of the shock of the events first, before allowing her son to succumb to the ill-affects of any news. Admirable, if I was 12 and grew up in a perfect home.
Arriving when we did to the hospital, and playing "catch-up" (in a sense) with some small bits of information that I didn't already have, combined with the realization that (as events unfolded) I was back on the elementary school playground... and the game was "keep away"... and I was the one in the middle. It was as if "spectator" was an honorific title bestowed upon me way before I arrived... or they thought I was still 12.
Perhaps the reason many of us feel like we're on the outside looking in is due to someone shutting the front door as we're wiping our feet to come inside?
One family, many roles...
Being raised in a matriarchal household afforded me much to resent and much to be thankful for - let me explain this duality.
First, the resentment - I saw my mother as the only one able to wield power - both to punish and reward... I did not view her as the "nurturer". Because of her own upbringing, I lived out the legacy which had been handed down to her, by many generations of godless patriarchs. And, in that framework, I became aware later (as a young adult) that her parenting style did not afford "males" a favorable position within our home.
Secondly, the thankfulness part - it afforded me "starting point" to go off of. When I got married and had my own children, I had already learned what not to do; so, my wife and I began with the balances of our own experiences and resolved to:
1. love both children unconditionally, even when anger could dictate otherwise
2. treat both children as equals to each other, gender aside
3. never punish in anger
4. allow punishment to fit the crime, per se
5. never put off punishment with "wait till we get home" or "wait till your father gets home"
6. allow our children to suffer "safe" effects of "less than stellar" decision-making
7. live out our lives - warts and all - the same way at home, as in church
Now, that doesn't mean we raised "perfect" children; but, I'm hoping that they have had a better childhood than I and my brother and even my sister. Now, to her credit, I have long-since reconciled with my mom - and her role today is not so much so that of matriarch, but of an adviser, a sage and a mother.
Discounted experiences don't sell well here...
Education and wisdom are entirely two separate things - I believe I covered this on my "Well Isn't That Special" post back in May 2012.
Perhaps in the larger clinical discussions I was not solicited for input - whereas others were and/or freely offered it - because (either) of the lack of alphabet soup behind my name or a serious effort not to get to know me. After all, what do I know, right?
I mean, just because you work at a major health insurer for eight years, supervise medical personnel, deal with PHI, review medical records, discuss behavioral health diagnoses with doctors at work, heed the advice of your pharmacist-father for the better part of your adult life, etc. etc... doesn't mean jack, right? Whoopsie, I sorta discounted the second excuse, didn't I?
GOD is God, denominations be danged...
Praying - oh my. Today was downright hilarious in this sense. No, I'm not being disrespectful here; but, the stylized habits some of us subscribe to if we do pray - that's awkwardness to the nth degree, and possibly worth the price of admission.
We prayed twice today (corporately) for my dad. Most held hands... a few did not. In fact, when I attempted to "continue the circle" with one to my left, they acted as if I was a zombie and jerked suddenly backwards. However, in their defense, they were liturgical in their church choice, somewhat liberal in holding to social norms, thought a little too highly of themselves than they should and (albeit unverifiable) probably not saved. Hope they never want to get prayed for in the future if they find themselves in a room full of evangelicals who are true believers. LOL
Lessons learned...
Although we truly see the measure of folks' character when they're stressed-and-pressed, we should see some evidence of Jesus there too, if we proclaim Christ. I pray that they did in me - even if a small bit - as I am not the man I once was, praise be to GOD. MMLIA
In as much as I'd like to think what a upcoming situation will look like (in my sanctified imagination), reality shows up like the you-know-what-it-is and pops me in the back of the head with reckless abandon. Once my proverbial vision clears, I have to start the art of scanning the room for adversaries and discounting the handicaps I find within the room through the filters I apply.
Old wounds and new egos...
My early years, specifically those before Christ, were not the best years of my life (regrettably). Not only did I "go through the motions" with liturgical Christianity, I had a skewed version of what "normal" was - and when you add siblings to the mix, well... there was ample opportunity to shift blame, manipulate and hurt others for the protection of yourself, to vent one's frustrations or to get over on one's parents easy.
Fast forward thirty plus years and we all become products of our environments (both past and present). What we experienced then, shapes us today. We can take our wounds, bandage them and learn or continue licking the wound(s), keeping it fresh and moist to have it temper our lives... usually not for the better. These experiences usually affect how we deal with those in-and-outside-of the family. It's been my sad lot to see this play out in the lives of those I love.
I didn't walk in the hospital today with a proverbial ax to grind; but, I did get a sense that there was some downed limbs in the yard of someone else that I was having to step over to get to the other side.
Empathy versus sympathy...
I understand no one truly knows how anyone else around us feels (exactly). Far be it from me to "know" what my mother feels seeing her husband unconscious on a hospital gurney; or, how any other family member wishing to portray (on the outside) to the rest of us how they "got it all together" is really spazzing on the inside. Granted, I'm no mind-reader - but that goes both ways.
I empathize because I understand the feelings of helplessness, futility and isolation as I watch the strongest man in my life quelled by a simple thing like anesthesia, seeing him unconscious and wondering, "Is he going to be alright?" It's very much (genuinely) internalized. I will graciously give a "pass" to those who talked back to me today, talked above me and even talked as if I was not in the same room because emotions were running "high" today.
Sympathy is the man looking down into the hole in which the other man fell and shakes his head as he hurries by. Empathy is the one who crawls down there with him, rope in hand, ready to assist in a humble manner.
From the outside looking in...
Part of a mother's nature is to "protect her young" - I've come to realize that mantra never ages, even though her children do. There were times today when I was convinced that my mom wanted to bear the brunt of the shock of the events first, before allowing her son to succumb to the ill-affects of any news. Admirable, if I was 12 and grew up in a perfect home.
Arriving when we did to the hospital, and playing "catch-up" (in a sense) with some small bits of information that I didn't already have, combined with the realization that (as events unfolded) I was back on the elementary school playground... and the game was "keep away"... and I was the one in the middle. It was as if "spectator" was an honorific title bestowed upon me way before I arrived... or they thought I was still 12.
Perhaps the reason many of us feel like we're on the outside looking in is due to someone shutting the front door as we're wiping our feet to come inside?
One family, many roles...
Being raised in a matriarchal household afforded me much to resent and much to be thankful for - let me explain this duality.
First, the resentment - I saw my mother as the only one able to wield power - both to punish and reward... I did not view her as the "nurturer". Because of her own upbringing, I lived out the legacy which had been handed down to her, by many generations of godless patriarchs. And, in that framework, I became aware later (as a young adult) that her parenting style did not afford "males" a favorable position within our home.
Secondly, the thankfulness part - it afforded me "starting point" to go off of. When I got married and had my own children, I had already learned what not to do; so, my wife and I began with the balances of our own experiences and resolved to:
1. love both children unconditionally, even when anger could dictate otherwise
2. treat both children as equals to each other, gender aside
3. never punish in anger
4. allow punishment to fit the crime, per se
5. never put off punishment with "wait till we get home" or "wait till your father gets home"
6. allow our children to suffer "safe" effects of "less than stellar" decision-making
7. live out our lives - warts and all - the same way at home, as in church
Now, that doesn't mean we raised "perfect" children; but, I'm hoping that they have had a better childhood than I and my brother and even my sister. Now, to her credit, I have long-since reconciled with my mom - and her role today is not so much so that of matriarch, but of an adviser, a sage and a mother.
Discounted experiences don't sell well here...
Education and wisdom are entirely two separate things - I believe I covered this on my "Well Isn't That Special" post back in May 2012.
Perhaps in the larger clinical discussions I was not solicited for input - whereas others were and/or freely offered it - because (either) of the lack of alphabet soup behind my name or a serious effort not to get to know me. After all, what do I know, right?
I mean, just because you work at a major health insurer for eight years, supervise medical personnel, deal with PHI, review medical records, discuss behavioral health diagnoses with doctors at work, heed the advice of your pharmacist-father for the better part of your adult life, etc. etc... doesn't mean jack, right? Whoopsie, I sorta discounted the second excuse, didn't I?
GOD is God, denominations be danged...
Praying - oh my. Today was downright hilarious in this sense. No, I'm not being disrespectful here; but, the stylized habits some of us subscribe to if we do pray - that's awkwardness to the nth degree, and possibly worth the price of admission.
We prayed twice today (corporately) for my dad. Most held hands... a few did not. In fact, when I attempted to "continue the circle" with one to my left, they acted as if I was a zombie and jerked suddenly backwards. However, in their defense, they were liturgical in their church choice, somewhat liberal in holding to social norms, thought a little too highly of themselves than they should and (albeit unverifiable) probably not saved. Hope they never want to get prayed for in the future if they find themselves in a room full of evangelicals who are true believers. LOL
Lessons learned...
Although we truly see the measure of folks' character when they're stressed-and-pressed, we should see some evidence of Jesus there too, if we proclaim Christ. I pray that they did in me - even if a small bit - as I am not the man I once was, praise be to GOD. MMLIA
Monday, August 6, 2012
Restoring the Shape of the Dropped Ball
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| Dorothy 1993 |
There's been a lot transpiring in my home, at work, in our church and even within the respective camps which have had the benefit of my daughters' cumulative experiences to employ for youth ministry. And, considering the tempo of activities and efforts here-and-there, I have taken a few moments to ask myself,
"What more could I have done that might've effected a better outcome?"
Now, I'll be the FIRST person to tell you that I haven't "arrived" (my wife, will be a very close "second"... but, sometimes she's "first" - especially when I ain't looking). I tend to play the role of "Monday morning armchair quarterback" and over-analyze things to death. I believe - to some degree - this is hard-wired into most men; and, although not a "geek" per se, I do find myself grouped in that gaggle.
When I was much, much younger (and lighter), I was real quick to attack the offender (or get mad at myself when it was me) as anyone who dropped the proverbial "ball" made life tough for the entire group (i.e. my teammates in football, my cohorts in combat arms, other analysts at my insurance job, etc.). Getting "bent outta shape" was just something I did... too well.
So, in the interim... life lessons come-and-go, people die, tears are shed, companies lose money, people are offended, yada, yada, yada.
So, over time, I've found it a tad more fruitful to shift the focus from "blame" to "recovery". Then, given that I control no one's thoughts, motivations and actions other than my own, I asked myself two questions, one...
"What do I need to do?"
Well, whether the Holy Scripture is your guide, or not, none can argue with the ethic it presents:
"[Employees] are to be submissive to their own [employers] in everything; they are to be well-pleasing, not argumentative, not pilfering, but showing all good faith, so that in everything they may adorn the doctrine of God our Savior." (Tts.2.9-10.esv)
Okay, simple enough (BTW: pilfering is "stealing") And, secondly...
"What do I do when others don't, can't or won't?"
Yeah, here's the "rub"... before answering THAT one, I have to "assume" (yeah, I know what happens when we "assume"...) that either I'm going to hold fast to one set of tenets to guide every facet of my life (e.g. the Holy Scriptures) or I employ "situational ethics" - that is to "tailor" the situation according to the outcome I desire. By the way, I choose the former, not the latter.
Therefore, I have (lately) been taking the "restoring and rehabilitation" approach to dealing with organizational deficiencies. For example, I ask myself (only because these have ACTUALLY happened)..
When IT doesn't communicate and deliver updates to requested reports requested, I...
When HR doesn't get a personnel action loaded into the applicable payroll cycle, I...
When someone outside your "food chain" doesn't provide me a piece of data that senior leadership needed, I...
When someone tells you to pick them up at a certain time and you wind up waiting, I...
When a friend says they'll do something for me and forgets, I...
In my reactions, do I consider other Scripture?
"Finally, brothers, rejoice. Aim for restoration, comfort one another, agree with one another, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you." (2Cr.2.11.esv)
"Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear." (Eph.4.29.esv)
That is not to say that it must be done in a hyper-sensitive nature, skirting around the issue entirely; but, on the opposite end of the spectrum, it shouldn't be done in a cold, calculated unloving manner either... even if we're "right". Our LORD Jesus was a very balanced person - being both Man and GOD - and gave us examples of how to deal with "difficult situations" and/or "difficult people".
So, what happens AFTERWARDS? Do we give the ball-carrier another opportunity to run it into the "end zone"? Do we scoop up the mistake, own it, attempting to do it ourselves - becoming either "savior" or "martyr" in the process?
Wish there was an easy answer. But, I offer this for the moment...
Just because something "falls through the cracks" doesn't mean we have the obligation to repair/remedy it. It might not have needed to be undertaken in the first place; or, simply, some things have to fall apart before the lesson can be learned in order for it to be built stronger. MMLIA
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Southern Convention - Come to Order
By convention, things in the South are slow to change. Amen and amen.
However, that's a blade that cuts both ways... and I know ALL about cutting oneself (rabbit trail: just because it says "Safety Razor" doesn't mean it is - as the beagle bays at the child gate, quite certain that I have inflicted a series of mortal wounds to my face).
On one hand, the pace at which things change in the South usually means that the sense and sensibility of day-to-day convention is not lost on those dealing with us Southerners. Making a deal where both parties could - for all intents and purposes - ratify with a handshake, nowadays, takes a lawyer (another blog, for sure - sorry Johnny - love you, Cus).
And then, on the other hand, it reinforces several stereotypes about "Southerners" altogether: beat-up trucks, hound dogs, guns, wearing ball caps, using antiquated terms (i.e. honey, dear, sweetie, sugar, ma'am, sir, etc.) and taking worship to a whole new level (e.g. by putting on our best and arriving early, ready to cheer... never mind, that's another blog). Yes, I meant to be facetious - that and sarcasm are the two distinct dialects of the English language in our culture.
Now, I could tout ALL the wondrous reasons why being, living and breathing in the South (humidity aside, cough... cough) are leaps and bounds better than life in a gob of other places where one may hang one's proverbial hat - but, I won't. Instead, fix your gaze on the following - my top three pet peeves regarding "Southern Convention":
"I'll be there if I can."
Okay, if I had a dollar for every time I heard THAT one tossed out - like a "stupid grenade" - I'd be able to buy the buses that K-12 education needs in this state (Education Lottery blog on the horizon folks, stay tuned). Part of me wants to say, "If you can WHAT - tell time, have nothing else more interesting to do, have a normal bowel movement?" What happened to folks who had the presence of mind to write down events on a paper calendar? Who moved other "wishful" things on/off the calendar date(s) to accommodate things that REALLY matter? Some things to consider the next time you feel compelled to offer up that patent answer...
"But above all, my Brothers, do not swear, either by heaven or by earth... but let your 'yes' be yes and your 'no' be no, so that you may not fall under condemnation." (Jas.5.12.esv)
"Do or do not. There is no try." (Yoda, Star Wars Episode 5, 1980)
"Oh, just bless their heart."
Really? That "code" has been broken for a while now and yet I STILL hear it batted around - and most using this colloquialism aren't Christians taking prayer requests, my Brothers and Sisters. Knowhutahmean, Vern? Let's all say what this really means, all together know... "The speaker thinks this person is an idiot." Daddy always told me that you shouldn't be surprised what you catch, given the bait you use. In this regard, it baits others to enjoin in gossip. Yep, I said it... just laid it flat-on-out-there: GOSSIP. Good rule-of-thumb: if they're telling you about someone who's not in the room... what happens when you leave the room? Hmm. How about concentrating to be a bit more "positive and family-friendly"...
"And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another and all the more as you see the Day drawing near." (Heb.10.24-25.esv)
"People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately!" (Norman Bates, Psycho, 1960)
"You know how they are - they didn't mean anything by it."
That's a load... of bricks. A load of bricks dropped from the second story window on the unsuspecting victim's head, figuratively of course. This heinous example of rudeness is either demonstrated by or towards a Southerner. The take away - for my friends who are "mathematically challenged", paints a picture (you're welcome, Sarrah) where the recipient (victim) should be the one apologizing to the brick-layer. So, which is it - "high road" or "low road"?
"Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. " (Eph.4.29.esv)
Sarah: You're the Goblin King! I want my brother back, please, if it's all the same.
Jareth: What's said is said.
Sarah: But, I didn't mean it.
Jareth: Oh, you didn't? (Labyrinth, 1986)
We have First Amendment rights granted by the Constitutional Convention - that's a given if you're a citizen of these "United States" - so there's really no changing what people can or cannot say (for the most part anyways... I acknowledge that shouting "Hi, Jack!" in the airport terminal would not be the most clever use of my afternoon in a security office, but I digress).
Magic wands and wispy potions of coercion aside - if I could have the LORD grant one last request right up before this shell is vacated, it be that everyone had to be honest, open and transparent for one month. Can you imagine what would happen in the General Assembly and up yonder in Washington D.C. (a.k.a. "Castle Conundrum" or "the Puzzle Palace")?
I now declare this convention is adjourned. MMLIA
However, that's a blade that cuts both ways... and I know ALL about cutting oneself (rabbit trail: just because it says "Safety Razor" doesn't mean it is - as the beagle bays at the child gate, quite certain that I have inflicted a series of mortal wounds to my face).
On one hand, the pace at which things change in the South usually means that the sense and sensibility of day-to-day convention is not lost on those dealing with us Southerners. Making a deal where both parties could - for all intents and purposes - ratify with a handshake, nowadays, takes a lawyer (another blog, for sure - sorry Johnny - love you, Cus).
And then, on the other hand, it reinforces several stereotypes about "Southerners" altogether: beat-up trucks, hound dogs, guns, wearing ball caps, using antiquated terms (i.e. honey, dear, sweetie, sugar, ma'am, sir, etc.) and taking worship to a whole new level (e.g. by putting on our best and arriving early, ready to cheer... never mind, that's another blog). Yes, I meant to be facetious - that and sarcasm are the two distinct dialects of the English language in our culture.
Now, I could tout ALL the wondrous reasons why being, living and breathing in the South (humidity aside, cough... cough) are leaps and bounds better than life in a gob of other places where one may hang one's proverbial hat - but, I won't. Instead, fix your gaze on the following - my top three pet peeves regarding "Southern Convention":
"I'll be there if I can."
Okay, if I had a dollar for every time I heard THAT one tossed out - like a "stupid grenade" - I'd be able to buy the buses that K-12 education needs in this state (Education Lottery blog on the horizon folks, stay tuned). Part of me wants to say, "If you can WHAT - tell time, have nothing else more interesting to do, have a normal bowel movement?" What happened to folks who had the presence of mind to write down events on a paper calendar? Who moved other "wishful" things on/off the calendar date(s) to accommodate things that REALLY matter? Some things to consider the next time you feel compelled to offer up that patent answer...
"But above all, my Brothers, do not swear, either by heaven or by earth... but let your 'yes' be yes and your 'no' be no, so that you may not fall under condemnation." (Jas.5.12.esv)
"Do or do not. There is no try." (Yoda, Star Wars Episode 5, 1980)
"Oh, just bless their heart."
Really? That "code" has been broken for a while now and yet I STILL hear it batted around - and most using this colloquialism aren't Christians taking prayer requests, my Brothers and Sisters. Knowhutahmean, Vern? Let's all say what this really means, all together know... "The speaker thinks this person is an idiot." Daddy always told me that you shouldn't be surprised what you catch, given the bait you use. In this regard, it baits others to enjoin in gossip. Yep, I said it... just laid it flat-on-out-there: GOSSIP. Good rule-of-thumb: if they're telling you about someone who's not in the room... what happens when you leave the room? Hmm. How about concentrating to be a bit more "positive and family-friendly"...
"And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another and all the more as you see the Day drawing near." (Heb.10.24-25.esv)
"People always mean well. They cluck their thick tongues, and shake their heads and suggest, oh, so very delicately!" (Norman Bates, Psycho, 1960)
"You know how they are - they didn't mean anything by it."
That's a load... of bricks. A load of bricks dropped from the second story window on the unsuspecting victim's head, figuratively of course. This heinous example of rudeness is either demonstrated by or towards a Southerner. The take away - for my friends who are "mathematically challenged", paints a picture (you're welcome, Sarrah) where the recipient (victim) should be the one apologizing to the brick-layer. So, which is it - "high road" or "low road"?
"Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. " (Eph.4.29.esv)
Sarah: You're the Goblin King! I want my brother back, please, if it's all the same.
Jareth: What's said is said.
Sarah: But, I didn't mean it.
Jareth: Oh, you didn't? (Labyrinth, 1986)
We have First Amendment rights granted by the Constitutional Convention - that's a given if you're a citizen of these "United States" - so there's really no changing what people can or cannot say (for the most part anyways... I acknowledge that shouting "Hi, Jack!" in the airport terminal would not be the most clever use of my afternoon in a security office, but I digress).
Magic wands and wispy potions of coercion aside - if I could have the LORD grant one last request right up before this shell is vacated, it be that everyone had to be honest, open and transparent for one month. Can you imagine what would happen in the General Assembly and up yonder in Washington D.C. (a.k.a. "Castle Conundrum" or "the Puzzle Palace")?
I now declare this convention is adjourned. MMLIA
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Bumper Sticker Theology?
Had to pick up some stuff from the Food Kitty in the sprawling metropolis that is "Lugoff" this afternoon and got an idea... I immediately repented and asked for forgiveness. I experienced a righteous indignation over a bumper sticker of all things. Really.
We've seen them, sported them and even find ourselves laughing and/or grinning at them... bumper stickers. A plethora of categories exist: political, sarcasm (a personal fave), eduction (inclusive of the stomach-churning, "My Kid..." series) and religious. Specifically, I want to broker the idea that what we slap on our can may tell more about us than we'd really care - both in-and-out of the church body.
Yes, I believe bumper stickers can define our theology - genuine or corrupt - and either make-or-break whatever indelible mark we wish to leave on this broken Earth. T-shirts can too, but that's for another day's emotional eruption (LOL)!
More to the point... like the top of my poodle's head.
"After the Rapture You Can Have This Car" - Sometime in the not-to-distant future... "Okay, so I'm minding my own business, driving down the road and I see this crazy Christian's car fly out-of-control, up an embankment at 75 mph - concerned, I screech to a halt, hop out of my own car, go running up to the driver's side door and I happen to notice THIS bumper sticker? Sorry, I don't get it... and, I don't want the car now. I mean, really?" Better: "If This Car Is Seen Driving Itself and Crashes, It's Too Late for You."
"God is My Co-Pilot" - Okay, okay, I know... Brad Stine had A LOT of fun with this one on a video lately. What is it in our arrogance that we think "we got this". Really? Pardon me while I fan the air for laughing so hard. Let's improve on this by saying, "God Is My Navigator - It's Up To Me To Trust the Directions".
"Have a God Day" - Not only could this be considered ubiquitous, all across the spectrum of religions... it doesn't definitively scream "Christian". How about: "May God Show You the Day You Were Suppose to Have" (Hope they don't think you're a fortune-teller, right?)
"Honk If You Love Jesus" - in some South Carolina municipalities, you could actually get a $250 ticket for doing this - just saying. Presenting decent driving behaviors for Christ could (possibly) go further to maintaining (or restoring?) a walk with Him in the first place, hmm? A counter-proposal, if you will: "If You Love Jesus, Drive Like He Would"
"Jesus On Board" - theologically, that's difficult to prove from outside the vehicle, heart and mind of the person driving like they got their license yesterday. "Jesus on board, huh? Then why are you speeding? Why did you just roll right through that stop sign when you were behind that white utility truck?" See what I mean? How about: "Holy Spirit On Board - Better Hope I'm Listening"
"Life Is Short, Pray Hard" - is it just me, or could this possibly be shouting, "Eat, drink, be merry - for tomorrow you will die." People of all faiths "pray" - this is no more a "Christian" bumper sticker than naming your kid "Christian" and expecting he'll turn out okay. An improvement would be: "Life Is Short, Be Careful Who You Pray To"
"Prayer - All the Cool Kids Are Doing It" - Mercy, he's on a prayer rant! Nope, just how the words came down on this digital drawing board. You could insert almost any word in lieu of "Prayer" and sell the sticker to almost anyone... Insubordination, Freebasing, Random Acts of Violence (brainstorming, sorry). How about adding a little mystique to this, eh? How about: "Prayer - Cool or Not, Kids Are Doing It"
"Protected By Angels" - I see a lot of polytheistic, well-intentioned Americans with this one on their tails; but, the error here is that Lucifer was an angel, those thrown out of Heaven with him were angels, and all those who were banished to Earth are known as fallen angels. Better if we said: "Entertaining Angels Unaware" or even "LORD, Send Your Angels Before I Need Them"
"Proud To Be A Christian" - Pride and Arrogance in a Christian? May it never be. It sounds like a throw-back to the days of the Sadducees and Pharisees. Perhaps to say "Unworthy To Be A Christian" or "Humbled To Be Called Christ-Like" would be more God-honoring?
"Relax, God is in Control (Proverbs 3:5)" - Let's not work cause God is gonna take care of us, right? "Come to Christ and life's good - kick back, take your shoes off and knock it neutral." Ah... nah. Let's be blunt, if anything, life following Christ is HARDER than anything else we've EVER done. If we're going to be crystal clear with the commuting public, we'd say, "God Is Still In Control, Buckle Up!" or "Christians Aren't Called To Relax, They're Called To Service"
Well, there's my cheesy chunk of change on the matter, and a lot off my gray matter to boot! So, after giving both proverbial barrels, momentarily glowing and steaming of burnt powder... it's time to wind down with some mental CLP and light maintenance on the carpal tunnel. Till we enjoin brain cells once again, MMLIA
We've seen them, sported them and even find ourselves laughing and/or grinning at them... bumper stickers. A plethora of categories exist: political, sarcasm (a personal fave), eduction (inclusive of the stomach-churning, "My Kid..." series) and religious. Specifically, I want to broker the idea that what we slap on our can may tell more about us than we'd really care - both in-and-out of the church body.
Yes, I believe bumper stickers can define our theology - genuine or corrupt - and either make-or-break whatever indelible mark we wish to leave on this broken Earth. T-shirts can too, but that's for another day's emotional eruption (LOL)!
More to the point... like the top of my poodle's head.
"After the Rapture You Can Have This Car" - Sometime in the not-to-distant future... "Okay, so I'm minding my own business, driving down the road and I see this crazy Christian's car fly out-of-control, up an embankment at 75 mph - concerned, I screech to a halt, hop out of my own car, go running up to the driver's side door and I happen to notice THIS bumper sticker? Sorry, I don't get it... and, I don't want the car now. I mean, really?" Better: "If This Car Is Seen Driving Itself and Crashes, It's Too Late for You."
"God is My Co-Pilot" - Okay, okay, I know... Brad Stine had A LOT of fun with this one on a video lately. What is it in our arrogance that we think "we got this". Really? Pardon me while I fan the air for laughing so hard. Let's improve on this by saying, "God Is My Navigator - It's Up To Me To Trust the Directions".
"Have a God Day" - Not only could this be considered ubiquitous, all across the spectrum of religions... it doesn't definitively scream "Christian". How about: "May God Show You the Day You Were Suppose to Have" (Hope they don't think you're a fortune-teller, right?)
"Honk If You Love Jesus" - in some South Carolina municipalities, you could actually get a $250 ticket for doing this - just saying. Presenting decent driving behaviors for Christ could (possibly) go further to maintaining (or restoring?) a walk with Him in the first place, hmm? A counter-proposal, if you will: "If You Love Jesus, Drive Like He Would"
"Jesus On Board" - theologically, that's difficult to prove from outside the vehicle, heart and mind of the person driving like they got their license yesterday. "Jesus on board, huh? Then why are you speeding? Why did you just roll right through that stop sign when you were behind that white utility truck?" See what I mean? How about: "Holy Spirit On Board - Better Hope I'm Listening"
"Life Is Short, Pray Hard" - is it just me, or could this possibly be shouting, "Eat, drink, be merry - for tomorrow you will die." People of all faiths "pray" - this is no more a "Christian" bumper sticker than naming your kid "Christian" and expecting he'll turn out okay. An improvement would be: "Life Is Short, Be Careful Who You Pray To"
"Prayer - All the Cool Kids Are Doing It" - Mercy, he's on a prayer rant! Nope, just how the words came down on this digital drawing board. You could insert almost any word in lieu of "Prayer" and sell the sticker to almost anyone... Insubordination, Freebasing, Random Acts of Violence (brainstorming, sorry). How about adding a little mystique to this, eh? How about: "Prayer - Cool or Not, Kids Are Doing It"
"Protected By Angels" - I see a lot of polytheistic, well-intentioned Americans with this one on their tails; but, the error here is that Lucifer was an angel, those thrown out of Heaven with him were angels, and all those who were banished to Earth are known as fallen angels. Better if we said: "Entertaining Angels Unaware" or even "LORD, Send Your Angels Before I Need Them"
"Proud To Be A Christian" - Pride and Arrogance in a Christian? May it never be. It sounds like a throw-back to the days of the Sadducees and Pharisees. Perhaps to say "Unworthy To Be A Christian" or "Humbled To Be Called Christ-Like" would be more God-honoring?
"Relax, God is in Control (Proverbs 3:5)" - Let's not work cause God is gonna take care of us, right? "Come to Christ and life's good - kick back, take your shoes off and knock it neutral." Ah... nah. Let's be blunt, if anything, life following Christ is HARDER than anything else we've EVER done. If we're going to be crystal clear with the commuting public, we'd say, "God Is Still In Control, Buckle Up!" or "Christians Aren't Called To Relax, They're Called To Service"
Well, there's my cheesy chunk of change on the matter, and a lot off my gray matter to boot! So, after giving both proverbial barrels, momentarily glowing and steaming of burnt powder... it's time to wind down with some mental CLP and light maintenance on the carpal tunnel. Till we enjoin brain cells once again, MMLIA
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Like To Linger A Little Longer?
All over this broken Earth, people seem (at least, to me) to be seriously preoccupied with entertaining what's left of their brains whilst extending their lives in these mortal dressings. As if some greater joy is realized the longer you toil and tarry along your way to the grave.
Amateurs... apparently they haven't read Ecclesiastes.
Most of these naive naves can be blamed for proverbially shot-gunning the fodder the media chooses to offer us - and that's chiefly (albeit, sadly) as a result of consumers voting with their wallets, casting their ballots for the multitudes of desires... which, at times, decries the practice of sensuality-laden media offerings (it's ironic, go figure) - but, as long as the seller has the wares to peddle in our streets, and the masses continue throwing hard-earned money at them (akin to politicians' solution to under-performing "public education") nothing ever changes.
Insert a vicious finger-pointing circle HERE.
Well, I got to thinking. I know what you're going to say, "He's thinking again - he'll get dizzy, have to sit down and pretty soon there'll be smoke pouring out his ears." Anyways... I got to thinking, despite the huge (sarcasm) draw the media has over the desires of my heart, who really wants to live any longer than they have to on this spitball of mud?
Don't dial 9-1-1 just yet - I'm not depressed or suicidal - I'm deliberate and cynical. Let me explain...
Society romanticizes living a long, full life filled with fluff and stuff. But, trying to live too long of a stint of time can complicate things, even according to the fictitious characters the media moguls offer us. Think back... (queue flashback sequence and Twilight Zone music)
The movie Highlander (1986) offered a story of select individuals living hundreds and thousands of years, just to fight or comply with periodic urges to go somewhere, swing swords and lop off other immortals' heads. And yet, it seemed exciting enough. Yeah, exciting if you define outliving a spouse, burying her, swearing you'll never fall in love again, just to fall in love again and eventually losing the next spouse (after the movie ends, of course). And besides, James Bond with a goatee, really?
Forever Young (1992) begins with a man so depressed over his gal being in a coma that he volunteers to be frozen (unbeknownst to him) for a few decades. He wakes up, starts aging and tries to find her - and when he does, they're both old - ah... happiness (not). Think of all the time he wasted being selfish and trying to sleep away his depression. Goofy movie and definitely a "chick flick" and I don't even like Jamie Lee Curtis that much to watch it twice.
To counter, and in as much as I loathe quoting over-the-top, over-actors (see William Shatner's T.J. Hooker days)... Johnny Rico said it best, when he looked at the Mobile Infantry and shouted "Come on you apes, you wanna live forever?" Starship Troopers (1997) - by the way, I do NOT recommend this movie - made the mistake of watching it. Now, that particular eclectic example being provided, I'm not anxious to storm off and kill outer space insects just yet... give me a couple hundred years, okay?
Well, movie/media references aside... I said all that to simply say this... there's only two worthwhile purposes why we only live a pre-determined amount of time on this big blue marble... to glorify GOD and to edify/encourage/equip each other. But, with THAT being said, and perhaps this segue is worthy of it's own/separate posting, this one question begs to be answered:
Why would those who say they're Christians live in such a way as to clamor for all the bells and whistles on this sphere of fear?
Good question, so... I look at my life and see the low and the high times, the times of plenty, the times of nothing and everything in between... and I ask myself, could I walk away from all of this? Do I have to think about it? The short answer is "yes"!
Why? Because, I am just a "migrant worker" in this "temporal vineyard" happily toiling (well, most of the time) along till my "work VISA" expires, so that I can (finally) go "home". MMLIA
Amateurs... apparently they haven't read Ecclesiastes.
Most of these naive naves can be blamed for proverbially shot-gunning the fodder the media chooses to offer us - and that's chiefly (albeit, sadly) as a result of consumers voting with their wallets, casting their ballots for the multitudes of desires... which, at times, decries the practice of sensuality-laden media offerings (it's ironic, go figure) - but, as long as the seller has the wares to peddle in our streets, and the masses continue throwing hard-earned money at them (akin to politicians' solution to under-performing "public education") nothing ever changes.
Insert a vicious finger-pointing circle HERE.
Well, I got to thinking. I know what you're going to say, "He's thinking again - he'll get dizzy, have to sit down and pretty soon there'll be smoke pouring out his ears." Anyways... I got to thinking, despite the huge (sarcasm) draw the media has over the desires of my heart, who really wants to live any longer than they have to on this spitball of mud?
Don't dial 9-1-1 just yet - I'm not depressed or suicidal - I'm deliberate and cynical. Let me explain...
Society romanticizes living a long, full life filled with fluff and stuff. But, trying to live too long of a stint of time can complicate things, even according to the fictitious characters the media moguls offer us. Think back... (queue flashback sequence and Twilight Zone music)
The movie Highlander (1986) offered a story of select individuals living hundreds and thousands of years, just to fight or comply with periodic urges to go somewhere, swing swords and lop off other immortals' heads. And yet, it seemed exciting enough. Yeah, exciting if you define outliving a spouse, burying her, swearing you'll never fall in love again, just to fall in love again and eventually losing the next spouse (after the movie ends, of course). And besides, James Bond with a goatee, really?
Forever Young (1992) begins with a man so depressed over his gal being in a coma that he volunteers to be frozen (unbeknownst to him) for a few decades. He wakes up, starts aging and tries to find her - and when he does, they're both old - ah... happiness (not). Think of all the time he wasted being selfish and trying to sleep away his depression. Goofy movie and definitely a "chick flick" and I don't even like Jamie Lee Curtis that much to watch it twice.
To counter, and in as much as I loathe quoting over-the-top, over-actors (see William Shatner's T.J. Hooker days)... Johnny Rico said it best, when he looked at the Mobile Infantry and shouted "Come on you apes, you wanna live forever?" Starship Troopers (1997) - by the way, I do NOT recommend this movie - made the mistake of watching it. Now, that particular eclectic example being provided, I'm not anxious to storm off and kill outer space insects just yet... give me a couple hundred years, okay?
Well, movie/media references aside... I said all that to simply say this... there's only two worthwhile purposes why we only live a pre-determined amount of time on this big blue marble... to glorify GOD and to edify/encourage/equip each other. But, with THAT being said, and perhaps this segue is worthy of it's own/separate posting, this one question begs to be answered:
Why would those who say they're Christians live in such a way as to clamor for all the bells and whistles on this sphere of fear?
Good question, so... I look at my life and see the low and the high times, the times of plenty, the times of nothing and everything in between... and I ask myself, could I walk away from all of this? Do I have to think about it? The short answer is "yes"!
Why? Because, I am just a "migrant worker" in this "temporal vineyard" happily toiling (well, most of the time) along till my "work VISA" expires, so that I can (finally) go "home". MMLIA
Monday, July 16, 2012
The Gravity of Your Reality
Tell me if this sounds the least bit familiar to you...
Coming home after school, do the chores, square the family pet away, hit the books, prepare for supper, watch television, take your bath (shower) and go to bed.
Yep, that's right - the eighties (1980's).
But, this is what's happening today...
Come home after work, ignore (or delegate) the chores, yell at the family pet, hit the ceiling when it leaves you a present, prepare for your favorite television show by nuking your supper to return back to the television and plop down to spend the balance of the evening (like a potato) until you cannot stay awake anymore - and like a zombie, stutter-step your way back to the crypt (bed)?
Yes, you got it - welcome to the 21st century American household... replete with the draw of (so-called) "Reality TV".
It's amazing how they (programming executives) really came up with a "winner" with this formula, right? I mean... it's like going down the interstate and seeing a wreck... and... you... just... can't... look... away.
It promises the titillation of being a voyeur with only half the calories (tongue-in-cheek). And, after all, it's not like we have anything else better to do, right?
Why do we gravitate towards "Reality TV"?
Are our lives less-than-interesting in comparison? Do we see in the stars and starlets the future we might have had? Does it allow us to displace our dreams and goals just long enough to fantasize about occupying the same space as those we see on the screen? Is it the appearance of affluence, the fame of being known (pseudo-worshiped) by all, or the way the actors/actresses are treated which cajoles us to the eerily lit screen in the den and/or bedroom?
"For all that is in the world - the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions - is not from the Father but is from the world." (1.Jn.2.16.esv)
Curve ball! Oh my!
Now let's read that paraphrased: "Everything in this world that entertains you - satisfying your sensual hunger, things you wish you had, and celebrating your (or others') possessions - is not from GOD but is from a broken world."
"Ooo, why you hit so hard?!" (Osmosis Jones, 2001)
In all honesty, I won't sit here and say I've never watched any of the "Reality TV" shows; but, in a very short while it gets wearisome to see "staged reality" try to convince you of what's important, what's right (and wrong), what's normal and what the majority of people like (or don't like). Take a look at this...
Show - [ chief avarice ] - what we see in light of Scripture
Keeping Up with the Kardashians - [ greed ] - desires of the flesh
The Glee Project - [ pride ] - desires of the eyes
Hell's Kitchen - [ greed ] - pride in possessions
So You Think You Can Dance - [ pride ] - desires of the eyes
Big Brother - [ greed ] - desires of the flesh
Jersey Shore - [ pride ] - desires of the flesh, desires of the eyes and pride in possessions
The Bachelorette - [ greed ] - desires of the flesh and desires of teh eyes
Seeing a pattern? List some of the shows you've seen and comment below. MMLIA
Coming home after school, do the chores, square the family pet away, hit the books, prepare for supper, watch television, take your bath (shower) and go to bed.
Yep, that's right - the eighties (1980's).
But, this is what's happening today...
Come home after work, ignore (or delegate) the chores, yell at the family pet, hit the ceiling when it leaves you a present, prepare for your favorite television show by nuking your supper to return back to the television and plop down to spend the balance of the evening (like a potato) until you cannot stay awake anymore - and like a zombie, stutter-step your way back to the crypt (bed)?
Yes, you got it - welcome to the 21st century American household... replete with the draw of (so-called) "Reality TV".
It's amazing how they (programming executives) really came up with a "winner" with this formula, right? I mean... it's like going down the interstate and seeing a wreck... and... you... just... can't... look... away.
It promises the titillation of being a voyeur with only half the calories (tongue-in-cheek). And, after all, it's not like we have anything else better to do, right?
Why do we gravitate towards "Reality TV"?
Are our lives less-than-interesting in comparison? Do we see in the stars and starlets the future we might have had? Does it allow us to displace our dreams and goals just long enough to fantasize about occupying the same space as those we see on the screen? Is it the appearance of affluence, the fame of being known (pseudo-worshiped) by all, or the way the actors/actresses are treated which cajoles us to the eerily lit screen in the den and/or bedroom?
"For all that is in the world - the desires of the flesh and the desires of the eyes and pride in possessions - is not from the Father but is from the world." (1.Jn.2.16.esv)
Curve ball! Oh my!
Now let's read that paraphrased: "Everything in this world that entertains you - satisfying your sensual hunger, things you wish you had, and celebrating your (or others') possessions - is not from GOD but is from a broken world."
"Ooo, why you hit so hard?!" (Osmosis Jones, 2001)
In all honesty, I won't sit here and say I've never watched any of the "Reality TV" shows; but, in a very short while it gets wearisome to see "staged reality" try to convince you of what's important, what's right (and wrong), what's normal and what the majority of people like (or don't like). Take a look at this...
Show - [ chief avarice ] - what we see in light of Scripture
Keeping Up with the Kardashians - [ greed ] - desires of the flesh
The Glee Project - [ pride ] - desires of the eyes
Hell's Kitchen - [ greed ] - pride in possessions
So You Think You Can Dance - [ pride ] - desires of the eyes
Big Brother - [ greed ] - desires of the flesh
Jersey Shore - [ pride ] - desires of the flesh, desires of the eyes and pride in possessions
The Bachelorette - [ greed ] - desires of the flesh and desires of teh eyes
Seeing a pattern? List some of the shows you've seen and comment below. MMLIA
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