Monday, June 15, 2015

My thoughts on the Samaritan Woman

One of the greatest tragedies in life is a loss of connection to the one who made us.  In these moments, we wander aimlessly from the source of life that gives us hope and purpose.  Soon, almost without realizing it, we find ourselves drowning in the despair of insecurity, fear, and confusion -  being lead like sheep to the slaughter.  We allow ourselves to be overcome by our fear of truth until the faith of our First days is only a distant memory. 

This is NOT Jesus’ desire for us, he longs that we should experience the perfection of his love—the furious grace that drives us deeper into his embrace.  His grace is the rolling waves of his endless sea of love, pounding upon the shore.  Our great hope is that Jesus’ furious grace refuses to relent. Even as we walk in the darkness of this world, following our own paths into destruction, his powerful waves of grace blow us back to shore.  Pounding you firmly - but lovingly, back into his waiting arms.

When I read the story of the Samaritan woman (John 4:1-42), I don't see all that much difference between herself and myself. Really when I get down to it it's all brokenness coming face to face with the awesome transformative power of love - the recalcitrant heart colliding with the irresistible force of God!  

I wish I couldn't relate, but I know I can.  I commit adultery every day.  I commit adultery with my eyes, with my ears and with my mouth.  I ignore the giver of life in the pursuit of my pride and selfishness.  My heart is a place of utter despair. So, can I relate to her brokenness? Of course.  (Just ask me who matters more, "Jesus or my job?") 

Is there any difference (ultimately) between her sins and mine?  

Why do I fight against the waves of his love and grace?


Sunday, April 01, 2012

Daddy, I peed in my bed...

To quote the great scholar Ferris Bueller, "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

This series of blogs tagged "Dad!" are my opportunity to look back at the all out assault on parenting by my sweet daughters. I've been contemplating this for the better part of 2 months. Now the time has come.

This all started when Ella woke up one Friday morning while misti was at work. I woke up to Ella declaring very loudly, "Daddy I peed in my bed." I was not surprised by this announcement, since we are currently in the midst of a protracted potty training battle. She does her best, but I'm thankful we have a great washer and dryer.

I begrudgingly got up out of bed and watched as my daughter waddled to the bathroom. I remember being somewhat perturbed by the faint hint of poop lingering in the air as I walked out of my room and into the hall - I knew the source. Haley. That stupid dog just pooped in my house, AGAIN! Immediately, the thought of how much I detested Haley passed through my mind. Followed by the low murmurings of aggrivation at a dog who just didn't seem to get it. For her to poop on the floor the very morning Ella peed her bed seemed completely unconscionable.

My assumptions were all wrong... and unfortunately so were Ella's. What was on her bed was not pee... it was a stomach virus accompanied by an acute case of diarrhea. Needless to say our plans of hiking that day were put on hold.

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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Art in motion

I am a busy guy. There's really no getting around the fact of it. I spend a good majority of my day doing things that perpetually keep me tied up. My evenings are spent at home or in ministry somewhere. My nights are spent either studying doing the work I didn't get done earlier, or watching something on the TV. I wake up the next day and do it all over again.

I guess there's nothing really wrong with this scenario, except for a serious lack of sleep (self induced). My guess, is that people have been living this way for some time. As long as the schedule has existed, I'm sure people have squandered away time that could otherwise be used and appropriated for more beneficial things. At least, that's what I assume to be true.

I got a wake up call on Tues. Why do I insist on wasting my life doing the things that are unimportant? Why do I feel compelled to miss out on the greatest things in life while chasing after shadows? For instance, I haven't painted since last Christmas. I haven't created art for the simple of joy of expression since I was in Greenville. How can this be? How is it that something I'm so intrinsically tied to can be deemed a waste of time, energy and enthusiasm?

An upheaval is coming... I can feel it. As much as I attempt to scratch the itch, it just comes back even more itchy than before. I don't know how I'm going to pull it off, but I have to paint again... I have to create again. I'm better when I'm creating; I'm smarter, more confident, I'm more joyful... in all actuality, I'm doing one of the things I was created to do.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Have we failed?

Recently, I found myself traveling through the myriad of friends I have on facebook, glancing at photos of the once young and innocent faces of students I taught or had an effect on during their high school years. I check these periodically, in a possibly sadistic effort to validate the work that I've done in the lives of students. I say "sadistic" because before I've ever typed in a name, I know what I'm bound to find - it will only validate my admittance into a league of first rate failures, struggling with the loss of multiple generations to Beer Pong, latent adolescence, sex, drugs, and emo.

The students that I see on FB are obsessed with partying their lives into oblivion and then posting pictures of each other passed out in awkward positions, in awkward places, or just doing generally awkward things. For many of my former students, college has become a play-land of life without consequences. I think to myself, "what on Earth went wrong?" and then I realize, they're not the first generation to feel and live this way - they are simple next in along line of sinners, walking from a simple truth that must not be true, because truth is supposed to be complicated.

This got me to thinking. Why is it exactly that students walk away from their faith? Who does the blame lie with? Is it the college? What about the student? Is it the parents? The Youth Pastors? The church? Who deserves the credit for ruining the next generation of the Church? (I write this somewhat tongue in cheek, because I don't really think the next generation of the church is ruined, more on that later.)
My answer is simple: "Yes."

You see the answers you'll get depend quite a bit on the people you ask. If you ask a parent, they'll tell you some highly unreliable statistic about youth walking away from their faith and implicate the church or youth ministry for not teaching the bible the way it needed to be taught. If you ask the church leader, they'll very graciously place the blame on the family or school. Finally, if you ask the youth pastor, they'll tell you, "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening I was trying to figure out how to make our youth group cool [which it won't be]." You see, it is rare that anyone will look in the mirror and see for the first time who is really at fault... We all are at fault - but not in the way you may be thinking.

It is my observation that there are 3 major components that go into a student walking away from His or Her faith once they've gone to college [College isn't one of them].
First, let's demystify "college" shall we? Simply put, college is the baptism of life - it is the outward expression of an inward decision. The freedom of thought and expression, of time and friendships found in the college years of a student's life incubate and birth the student's repressed desires for or from their belief system. Put another way, it is the petri dish in which everything grows.

That said, let's look at what affects the decisions of a student in college:
1. Parental situation
I've been working with youth for quite a while now, and I've seen kids from bad families walkaway from their faith as well as the kids from good ones. The opposite is true as well though - it is a contributing factor, but in no way is it the only factor. A student who watches believing parents go through traumatic family situations is going to have their faith tested to it's very core. There is no amount of human support from friends, loved ones, family, or pastors that can in any way replace the relationship they'll have to their parents. Losing a parent to divorce, death, or a loveless marriage will undoubtedly affect the student's long term outlook on the meaningfulness or meaninglessness of their once affirmed faith.
2. Faith Expressed
How challenged are students, really? Is their faith tested constantly. Are they challenged to stand up and be more than underlings of the church or are they relegated to the basement rooms as the cast-aways of the church? Do youth pastors engage the culture directly or are they too consumed with the order of programming or the planning of the spring fling, moderately interesting, but mostly boring retreat? I see this happen in my own ministry - a sense of satisfaction with a youth group that does the same stuff every year, growing because of babies growing older not conversions of the lost. Youth pastors have become in many ways like the horsemen of Rohan, lulled into a lost stupor killing us slowly as opposed to failing spectacularly. Our lack of willingness to try something untested - to go out on a limb and fail spectacularly is costing the students we purport to love so much.

As ridiculous as it sounds, we (I) have to be willing to stop teaching and actually get our hands dirty on a regular basis. Not just once a quarter but once a month... once a week! If we want our students to understand what faith is when they leave, they have to know how to use before they go! It is incumbent upon us (youth pastors) to give their faith feet, so they can walk and eventually run to win!

If we do this, we will inevitably lose some church kids. But really, wouldn't we rather lose them in a controlled environment over the one with no support, or parental oversight?

3. Friends
The purpose of the youth group is not - as believed - to make good friends. It's to learn to make good friends. A youth group is a testing ground, just like school. Yes, I believe they'll learn some good lessons that in 10 years they may actually remember, but somehow I doubt it. What they'll really learn is who "good" friends are and how to become one who is truly known, and truly loved.

Recently, I did a survey of my own students (middle schoolers) of all my eighth grade students my most popular student put this down, "I wish I had a good friend." How sad is that? If we do not teach them the work necessary to make lasting relationships that will bring them closer to Christ (both didactically and observationally), you can mark my words: THEY WILL WALK AWAY! Ultimately, they'll make friends with someone, and that someone will know how to get them to do all the stuff that will be fun and it will inevitably destroy your son or daughter.

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So where do we go from here?

We pursue our students. We live righteous lives, and find righteous friendships. Dad's find other men to speak into their lives, and invite their sons along for that ride. Parents pursue your spouse with reckless abandon - your child will watch with a subdued joy to see that love expressed and will relish in the security it communicates. Pastors and parents challenge the students to step up and become the church that they've been called to become.

Have we failed... not yet?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

bath time...

Ella is so stinking cute at bath time! She just smiles and smiles and says all kinds of things that I can't understand. Probably something along the line of "I sure wish this water was a couple of degrees warmer, it's slightly a chill on my bum." But that's just a guess since I don't speak baby.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

my experiment isn't a total loss...

Well, my little experiment in discipline and blogging has turned out to be a failure. 4 days into it I experienced my first major setback - Misti came home. Though it was cause for great joy, it also got me to bed much earlier than I had been bedding down before. With great gusto I prepared to announce my defeat but bravely soldier on to the finish line the next evening. All that soldiering on was totally intended but the follow through was lacking once I got ill after Sunday night's youth group message. As the minutes counted down I found myself sliding deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of "OH No... Not Strep!" which turned out to not be strep and instead has manifest itself into some very wearisome head cold. Therefore the last two days have kinda' been a wash.

But here I am moving forward - head cold and all - to complete the task before me.

It has been wonderful (even considering the aforementioned illnesses) having Misti and Ella back. I LOVE my little daughter. She smiles all the time and it brings me immeasurable amounts of satisfaction that Ella will do her "Ohh..." trick for me, and not Misti. And I am continually astounded at my wife's innate ability to mother. She's astounding! At any rate, time for some Chick-Fil-A.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Things I love... apart from the obvious.

1. Good Food.
2. Good Film.
3. Good Television.
4. Good Sport.

(not necessarily in that order)

Tonight, I had 4 of the 4 which from the standpoint of enjoyment makes this night a roaring success. I will work backwards.

I had chili that is about 2.5 days past its prime. Not so good, but I watched an episode of Psych and Burn Notice - 2 of my favorite television shows on the DVR. Those can make a bad meal not feel like so much of a waste.

Before the Chili incident I went to the movies with my students which served as a bonus because as we all know doing anything with friends is a major plus. I went to see Where the Wild Things Are on opening night. It's the first opening night I've been to since Star Wars 3. I must say it didn't disappoint, however I wouldn't go planning any trips to see it with individuals under 14. Though it may be rated PG, it is well over the head of most PG level children. But that is beside the point; I thought the movie was beautiful, well acted, and extremely well written. I feel like I could have watched that movie with my friends in Jax. and we would have been able to have quite the lively conversation to follow. And yes, the Monsters are scary but in that creepy David Bowie, Labrynth, sort of way.

Preceding the movie, I played a robust round of Disc Golf and had a wonderful time after joining in with 2 gentleman I had never met before in my life (I will call them Charlotte Bob and Big Philly, since I forgot their names pretty much immediately and they were from Charlotte and Philadelphia respectively. As you've probably guessed the guy from Philly was rather large and the guy from charlotte mentioned another disc golfer named Bob McDonald.)

Fortunately, for the Chili it didn't have to live up to the hype of it's peak performance because I had 2 of the most heavenly, delicious hotdogs sold on the face of the earth. To those in the know that is without doubt a Sandy's Chili Dog with the onions. It is one of only 2 dining establishments I know of that smells as good post meal as it does pre meal. I'm not sure how they do it, but my hat's off to both Sandy's and Tacos Del Rey for their fine dining smells.

All in all, a wonderful day off. Tomorrow brings an early breakfast with students (7:30) and a canoe trip for the other portion of the day. As a bit of an aside my canoe is nearly as wide as my white Ford Explorer XLT. I think I could do Jumping jacks on that thing and not flip it over.

Cheers.

Things I love... apart from the obvious.

1. Good Food.
2. Good Film.
3. Good Television.
4. Good Sport.

(not necessarily in that order)

Tonight, I had 4 of the 4 which from the standpoint of enjoyment makes this night a roaring success. I will work backwards.

I had chili that is about 2.5 days past its prime. Not so good, but I watched an episode of Psych and Burn Notice - 2 of my favorite television shows on the DVR. Those can make a bad meal not feel like so much of a waste.

Before the Chili incident I went to the movies with my students which served as a bonus because as we all know doing anything with friends is a major plus. I went to see Where the Wild Things Are on opening night. It's the first opening night I've been to since Star Wars 3. I must say it didn't disappoint, however I wouldn't go planning any trips to see it with individuals under 14. Though it may be rated PG, it is well over the head of most PG level children. But that is beside the point; I thought the movie was beautiful, well acted, and extremely well written. I feel like I could have watched that movie with my friends in Jax. and we would have been able to have quite the lively conversation to follow. And yes, the Monsters are scary but in that creepy David Bowie, Labrynth, sort of way.

Preceding the movie, I played a robust round of Disc Golf and had a wonderful time after joining in with 2 gentleman I had never met before in my life (I will call them Charlotte Bob and Big Philly, since I forgot their names pretty much immediately and they were from Charlotte and Philadelphia respectively. As you've probably guessed the guy from Philly was rather large and the guy from charlotte mentioned another disc golfer named Bob McDonald.)

Fortunately, for the Chili it didn't have to live up to the hype of it's peak performance because I had 2 of the most heavenly, delicious hotdogs sold on the face of the earth. To those in the know that is without doubt a Sandy's Chili Dog with the onions. It is one of only 2 dining establishments I know of that smells as good post meal as it does pre meal. I'm not sure how they do it, but my hat's off to both Sandy's and Tacos Del Rey for their fine dining smells.

All in all, a wonderful day off. Tomorrow brings an early breakfast with students (7:30) and a canoe trip for the other portion of the day. As a bit of an aside my canoe is nearly as wide as my white Ford Explorer XLT. I think I could do Jumping jacks on that thing and not flip it over.

Cheers.