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Frontyard 400

 

I decided to name my new mower “Cubbie”.  After all, with a name I’ve never heard of plastered on the side emblazoned “Cub Cadet”, I figured that I would graduate the poor little guy from Cadet status to Cubbie status.


A few days later I was telling my friend about this new mower with the weird name and color and how I wanted to support the local guy so that’s why I bought the “knock-off” brand mower.


He responded something like this …

“You bought a Cubbie?!!!!  You bought a Cubbie!!!!  That there is as good as a Johnny Deer!!!”


All the while, whacking me on the back to congratulate me on my ignorant luck.


It would seem that he’s heard of Cub Cadet and had already had the creativity to name my mower the same thing that I did.  I suppose the originality of the naming rite was close to calling your kid Mikey when your name is Michael …

I then realized that I had scored points with him about the brand.  I also realized that I had lost those same points immediately by not having heard of the brand …

I like to do a victory lap before the race begins.


It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.


So I took Cubbie on a victory lap around the perimeter of the front yard to survey the scope of the project before me.  It was a pretty smooth ride as Cubbie & I got to know each other.  It handled well.  The turn-radius was impressive.  And the speed was reasonable.  I realized that Cubbie was sure to be a reliable friend.


About three laps into the Frontyard 400, it happened.


I didn’t navigate the “subtle” mound leftover from where a gumball tree once lived for fifty years.  And I ran the dual blade cutting deck into the dirt on the upside of the grassy mound.  I honestly did not know that the earth beneath any amount of grass could meet the blades.  And that morning, I found out that it could happen.  And it did happen.


I dismounted the Cubbie and got behind and pushed him over the mound.  What I found was an ginormous pile of fresh dirt clods and hacked up divots the size of paper plates.  I was moderately concerned as I sat back down on Cubbie and went to start ‘em back up.  Yet, without missing a beat, Cubbie started right back and up and the blades were back in motion.


For now.


I did a few more laps of the Frontyard 400 and and started to realize something.


The cut “lanes” of grass looked different than before.


The lanes were cut diagonal from left to right with a line.


Much like Arsenio Hall’s haircut in 1990.  A flat top that wasn’t flat ... unless you tipped your head to the side.


I didn’t have time to investigate that morning.  I realized that Cubbie must have gotten his new style from the Gumball Tree Mound Barber at the corner of Dumb Road and Stupid Street.


So I finished the Frontyard 400.  And the finished product displayed a degree of consistency in “look and feel.”  I’m certain that someone with vertigo would have found the yard to look fantastic…


And then I went on to do a victory lap around the back yard.


I was almost done with my first lap of the Backyard 500, and it happened.


While cruising wide around an oak tree, Cubbie came to such a violent and abrupt stop that the front hood went flying open and slammed back down into place.


I simultaneously came off of my seat and arrived in that awkward half-bent over position that looked like I was either waiting for someone to serve me a volleyball or I was going to start riding Cubbie like a jockey in the Thompson Downs…


I’m not sure when the six-inch round root from the oak tree grew up out of the ground ten feet from the base of the tree and surged out and back into the ground like a graceful whale in the arctic.  I’m not sure why I hadn’t seen the drive-by rooting.


What I did know was that the root was now sporting the same haircut as the rest of his flora and fauna brothers in the front yard.


Having just witnessed Cubbie’s stout and vigorous re-start not even 35 minutes earlier, I had high hopes.


Yet this was different.


This haircut had sparks …


I pushed Cubbie over on to the driveway to examine the damage.


Belts had come off.  Blades had  broken.  It was bad.


Cubbie had to go back.


I'm sure I lost more points with my friend on the Ignorant Lawn Mower's Chart ...

At least I had finished the Frontyard 400 …  even if it looked like a popular haircut from the early nineties …

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mowers & wheelies

I used to know how to mow the lawn.

It all started when I was ten when my folks decided it was time for me to have some more responsibility around the house.  And so my circle of responsibility expanded to the circumference of our yard.

It didn’t matter that the grass tickled my kneecaps when I walked through it that summer after our two-week vacation to the top of the “glove” (the northern part of Michigan before crossing the bridge).

I was tagged to mow the jungle.


And I learned to pace myself.  Two strips.  Rest.  Two strips.  Rest.


After all, the push-mover handle was higher than my head.  And if I pushed too hard, the back tires of the mower would lift up …


Then came our first riding lawn mower.  I was twelve.  The riding lawn mower was twenty six.  My Dad bought it for $100 from our minister.  I bet the minister giggled the whole way to home.

 

That mower was the size of the go-cart that I never built but always dreamed I would.  It was the kind that would pop a wheelie when you would hit the gas.  Really.  Now, I had a mower where the front wheels lifted up on their own rather than the back wheels lifting up from exertion.

For a twelve-year old, a riding mower from the sixties that did wheelies, did amazing things for my neighborhood “cool” rating.

I’m pretty sure my nine-year old neighbor behind me secretly wanted to cut my lawn.  But he was already stylin’ in his brand new monster mower his Dad got at Sears.  The kind with the huge flume along the side that sucked the grass into the amazing grass holding tank in the back.  I think it had eight speeds.


But mine could do wheelies.  And all through Junior High and High School, I faithfully cranked out the yard like Evel Knievel doing something productive.


Twenty years and several yards later it was time for me to invest in my own riding mower.


And I decided I would support the local Mom & Pop Riding Lawn Mowers Association.  Sorry Sears.  Sorry Lowes.  I wanted to go where someone would know my name.  I wanted to go to the Cheers Version of lawn care equipment providers.


After introducing myself as a recovering riding lawn mower wheelie popper, the owner told me he “had just the right mower” for me.


After taking out a second mortgage, I had found my new mower.  I thought it had a peculiar name.  I thought it had an unusual color.  But I thought a no-name mower should get the job  done as good as any.


Later that afternoon, the knock-off mower with the weird name and odd color was delivered to the house to great fan-fare in the neighborhood.  Well, I was excited anyway.


After the inaugural ceremonies, which included the Pouring of the Gas and Dripping of the Oil, I was off for the main event, the Scalping of the Yard, using a deck setting that was apparently too low.  I’m still not sure what a “PTO Setting” is…


I’m still trying to figure out how to do wheelies …


At least the dude at the store knows my name now …

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thikarowndamidda

I’ve never been the most athletic guy.  For most of my adult life, I have avoided great physical exertion for the purpose of being healthy and fit.  Actually, those moments of” blood, sweat and tears” were almost always the result of helping a friend move.  And the pain I would feel for the next several days was a great reminder of two things.

Rule #1: I am way out of shape and will probably always be so. (Otherwise known as “thikarowndamidda”)

Rule#2. Trying to get in shape will likely result in pain.  (Otherwise known as “fear”.)

I have almost always enjoyed Rule #1.

Yes, there were times when I secretly wished that I could walk up a flight of stairs without being out of breath.  Yes, it would be nice to be content with an apple and a glass of water, but a Whopper with cheese (no onions) tastes so much better.

I found myself in a health funk.  I liked it.  Felt bad about it..  Had no motivation to do anything about it.

I would even buy pants an inch smaller with the conviction that I would one day actually fit in to them.

Being shaped isn’t comfortable.

 

I have learned to embrace a key promise that God makes.

He’s not through with us yet.  In other words, we have a sense that we should improve in some area of our life, yet resign ourselves to concluding that it’s not terribly likely that that improvement will come to pass.

What’s the core area that we should desire improvement in?  Hint: It’s not physical, but rather it is spiritual, emotional and relational.

A
relationship with God.  Relationships with people.

It is through an intentional willingness to conform to the likeness of God  that we experience growth.  It’s the idea that we are molded and shaped into His desire for us and not our own.

Moving from that place in our life of being out of shape towards getting into a new shape isn’t easy. 
At the same time, being in the shape that God has in store for us and not the shape we have in mind is where we will find the most satisfaction.

Consider these important truths about the shape God desires for us.

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.  For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Ephesians 2:8-10)

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.  (Romans 12: 2)

Surely you heard of him and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus.  You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.  (Ephesians 4:21-24)

God desires to be at work in us and through us.  The key for how we can live this out is this.

Will we let Him shape us or are we ok with being spiritually, emotionally and relationally ... “thikarowndamidda”?

Refer to Rule #2.

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new certificate

 

 

There was a time when I considered myself physically fit.

I was pretty proud of my certificate with the gold seal of fitness from President Reagan confirming my physical prowess.  However, my pride diminished when I joined the basketball league in 5th grade and completely evaporated in 6th grade.


Now I’ve learned a few things over the years …


Don’t try and park your high school band director’s Toyota pick-up after unloading the percussion equipment.

Reason: the bumper will fall off when you back it into the brick wall near the music department.


Don’t try and dive off of your friend’s garage roof on to a nearby tree branch while evading being tagged by your friend while hiding in the “perfect spot” during a game of tag in the dark. 

Reason: the branch that you dive onto with your entire body weight will be dead and snap immediately allowing you to land 14 feet on your chest and knock every conceivable speck of air out of your chest and cause you to roll around wheezing and gasping while your friends roll around laughing and crying.

Don’t try and pass a car on an icy two-lane country road in the dark three days after getting your driver’s license.

Reason:  the car you’re driving probably belongs to your dad and mom and the vehicle will begin to turn sideways when you hit 43 mph while accelerating through the pass  and immediately turn backwards, hit a ditch in just the right way and roll three times into a corn field while listening to Phil Collins sing “Another Day in Paradise”.

Don’t play Nintendo Wii Tennis for three straight days over New Years when you haven’t had any physical activity in the past 4.3 years.

Reason: Your wrist, arm, shoulder and back will feel like your wife practiced an eclectic Judo maneuver on you that she learned in her freshmen year of college.


This has brought be to the realization that it was time to put my life-long learning to use …

It was time to purchase the short-shorts and knee high socks and join the local gym.


So this past Monday, we did.


After a health assessment involving push-ups, sit-ups, toe-touching, stair-stepping, grip testing, body-fat measurements, before/after blood pressure and heart rates, we received our own personal print-out of the results showing us where we are, relative to where we should be …


The print-out confirmed what a sedentary life-style will do to your ability to touch your toes ...


Reaching for a cup of Starbucks has been much more rewarding of late ...

Tomorrow morning we will meet with a trainer who will make their recommendation of what we should focus on …


I just might learn to be physically fit after all ...

I can’t wait to receive my new certificate with a gold seal on it ...

I wonder if the gym will play Phil Collins ...

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broken window

For seven years my Ford Ranger pick-up served as the proverbial “work” car.  It got me to the train station and back.  It had a vinyl bench seat, manual transmission and no a/c.  I rarely put anything in the bed of the truck with the exception of four sand bags from Lowe’s during the winter.

It was a used truck that did the job.

It also had a stereo cassette with two knobs (one for volume and one for the tuner).  The tuner was a little thick red line that would crawl across the radio bands.  Hitting the “search” button required listening to the garbled sounds of the intermittent stations on the way to the one that I was looking for.

The Ranger had two “stereo” speakers.  One in each door.  And each of those were only 15 watts.


This of course is where guys differ from the ladies.  We need to have our music.  Preferably crisp with the ability to adjust the treble and bass and every sound wave in between.

This then required a trip to Best Buy.

Now it is also important to know that men really don’t need a “good” reason to go to Best Buy.  Any reason will qualify as a “good” reason.  This is why I started my grocery shopping at Best Buy.  In fact, two of the three basic food groups are available in the check out lines; candy and popcorn.  I put in a request for the third food group; coffee. 

 

So I wandered over to the stereo aisle and witnessed a wall of sound  devices that looked like Mission Control in Houston.  I didn’t know where to begin.  But it didn’t matter.  There were lots of buttons and car stereo faceplates with blue, red or green LCD displays.  I started pushing them like Will Ferrell in the movie "Elf".  It was magical ... and manly ... 

I pretended to “compare” the quality of the sound between stereos.  After 30 minutes of pressing buttons and watching face plates flip up and down turn in on themselves like the Transformers I had in 5th grade, I decided to purchase one.  And then a set of speakers, of course.

After signing over the six months of pay necessary to have “quality” sound while sitting on the vinyl bench seats of the Ranger, I proceeded home trying to think of a good story to tell Lara.  I mused about how I might fake the receipt with a pencil and eraser much like my 3rd grade report card …


After convincing Lara that she drove the “family” car, which was much nicer and already had “quality” sound (not to mention a/c), I was able to avoid pending lashing I was certain would be unleashed upon close examination of the receipt.


After cutting my finger while installing the theft-proof stereo rack, some jury-rigging of some speaker wire and a “minor” crack in the door panel while snapping the speaker cover back on, I was all set.  The Ranger now had a “respectable” sound system.  I could now take pride in my truck.  I could now drive the 21.3 miles to the train station in style.


And I did.


For five months.


Until I got off the train one evening a few days before Christmas in the middle of the snow falling in keeping with the 3 inches forecasted.  As I walked up to my truck in the dark I noticed that the vinyl bench seat of the Ranger was full of snow.


That’s odd.  I hadn’t rolled my windows down in more than 2 months.


And then I saw it.


The huge cinder block.  Sitting in the middle of the snow on the seat … along with the shattered glass from the passenger side window.


The dash had been ripped out and my “theft-proof” stereo was gone.


That was a cold drive home in freezing snowing night with no window.  I think the wind chill factor reached 47 below….


I had a lot of adventures with that Ranger in the seven years that I had it; including three deer that met the flat front nose and another break-in at the train station a few years later.


I used to think that I was all set.  That my “needs” were met.  I was convinced that I had “arrived” as a result of my “stuff” and my “status”.


My spiritual journey was much the same.  I was pretty convinced that my Jesus-quotient was complete and that I had “just enough” of God to be considered in a meaningful relationship with Him.  I had Him figured out I knew how church should work too.


And then a cinder block was thrown through my neat little spiritual world and my understanding of God was stolen in spite of my anti-theft device (rules and regulations for church).


It was a cold drive home to reconnecting with God on His terms.  It was a humbling journey to accept that I did not have all the answers.  It was chilly to learn that not only was my way of doing church not the only way of doing church but that my way of doing church was based on my terms.


I began to embrace the possibility that God was doing more around me than I was giving Him credit for.  I began to embrace the reality that I should be an instrument of grace to other people rather than a gavel of judgment and condemnation.  I began to understand that what I thought I had figured out (God and His church), I was missing the point.


I have now fully embraced the fact of my own brokenness and insufficiency and that I am not a finished project.  I am now fully open to how I might learn and grow and expand the possibilities of how and where God might use me.  I have accepted the possibility of God doing a work in me and through me...


In spite of me.

I now pray for God to allow me to keep my window broken and be open to Him working in my life and in the life of those around me.


It’s all about grace.

And a trip to Best Buy ...

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radio moment

   Radio was once something that I wanted to do for a living.  In fact, I used to be pretty proud of my acceptance to Ball State University's communication program back in 1990.  Lara said that she would be my biggest listener fan ...

I've learned that life almost never goes they way I want it too.  Especially if it involves my "plans".

That's why I ended up in the Navy back then.  It wasn't even on my radar, let alone part of my life goals and plans at the time ...

At the same time, I am convinced that God directs our paths.  When we let Him.

So much for radio ...

And then there was this morning (and the 30 & 60 second mortgage commercial spots I wrote and recorded in 2000) ....

Through a series of events that I did not pursue, I found myself on the radio with a regional "pure" country radio station.

And I don't even listen to country ...  But at least it was a radio moment ...
For 10 minutes I had the privilege of chatting on-air with the "on-air personality" (aka DJ).  I decided to save my joke about how my initials are also DJ ...  It seemed pretty funny to me when I was 17 ...  Good thing he didn't challenge my limited knowledge of country music trivia ...

My deep "morning radio" voice was also in full swing while chugging on my home-brewed Christmas Blend from Starbucks in my stainless steel travel mug with the warped base from going through the dishwasher ...

Instead, I seized the opportunity to share with the listeners that church is not about religion.

It's about a relationship.

With God.  And with people.

It's that simple.

I encouraged the listeners to consider checking out the upcoming live nativity that our community of faith is offering this weekend on Friday and Saturday night.  I let them know that we don't do this as a gimmick or "hook" to get them to come to church.  We do it, for no other reason than to be a blessing to them.

The funny thing is, Lara forgot to turn the radio on and only caught that last few seconds ....

So much for the "listener fan" thing ...

At least I had a radio moment ...

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click

There was a time when my daily goal was to just get through the day.  It was usually those days when I knew I had so much to accomplish that I actually didn’t have a clue how I would get it all done.

I wished I could hit the “fast-forward” button and leap into tomorrow.  Just skip the day and arrive at the next and have the benefit of having gone through the day without the pain and discomfort of actually going through the day.


It reminds me of the Adam Sandler movie, “Click”.  If only there were a way to avoid uncomfortable and trying times, and fast-forward into the blissful “day after”.

It’s actually similar to our walk with Christ.  The idea of growing up and becoming more and more like Him.

As a follower of Christ, I am a Christ-follower or disciple.  And a disciple not only follows but longs to soak in His teachings and live a life that is more and more like him.  Emulating Christ; being transformed into the likeness of Christ; conforming to Jesus and His ways.  These are all goals of the Christian walk.


Yet it’s not always easy.  It can be rather uncomfortable and sometimes painful. 

Sometimes I just want to "click" forward.

 

I’ve learned that transformation and spiritual growth is a journey, not a destination.  Spiritual maturity is a process that happens over time.

Growing up in our faith begins the moment we become a believer in Jesus through faith and turn from our sin.

Our desire is then to continue to grow spiritually throughout the rest of our lives.


Yet at the same time spiritual growth is a choice.  We have to choose to allow the Spirit of God to work in us and through us to bring about that ongoing transformation into the likeness of Jesus.


“Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed—not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence—continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose."  Philippians 2:12-13 (NIV)


I remember being frustrated as a child when we would leave on our family vacation.  I wanted to be at our destination at my grandparent’s cottage in northern Michigan about 30 minutes into the 9 hour drive!  I couldn’t wait to get there!  I had no use for the journey, I just wanted to be there.  I wanted to click the fast-forward button and arrive at my destination.


We often want our transformation into the likeness of Jesus to be the same way.  We want to “arrive” at being just like Jesus yet we tire at the process and journey of getting there.  We grow frustrated that we continue to struggle with sin.  We sometimes grow weary of even trying to make progress on the journey.  We see the idea of becoming more and more like Jesus as an impossible goal.  So we beat ourselves up and quit trying.


“Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”  Romans 12:2 (NIV)


Consider this.  Spiritual growth requires effort; it just doesn’t happen.

God’s Word provides the truth we need to grow.

God’s people provide the support we need to grow.

Circumstances provide the environment we need to practice Christlikeness.

The important thing is that we are on the journey.  And once the journey begins (a relationship with Jesus), we need to stay the course.

We can never fully be like Jesus 100% while in this body, on this earth.  As followers of Jesus, we can’t be completely like Him until we see Him face to face in eternity.


“Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when He appears, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.”  I John 3:2 (NIV)


The journey in life of becoming more and more like Him while in this body should be the desire of our heart; to be constantly renewed and transformed.


“And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”  2 Corinthians 3:18 (NIV)


Jesus desires His followers to continue on the journey of becoming more like Him; the journey of growing up in Him.

Have you put down the remote yet?  What area of your life do you need to ask for the Spirit’s power to be like Christ today?

Click.

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life together

 

We had never met them before.  It was Thursday night and Lara and I anxiously looked forward to how it would go.  Our new small group (life group or community group) was starting in fifteen minutes and I had absolutely no idea who these twelve people were.

Then they started showing up.

As they walked up to the doorway to come in, I wondered if we would have “chosen” them out of a crowd to be friends with.

I concluded that the ball was already in motion and that it was too late to pretend to have a horrible cough.

We were stuck.  Or so it seemed for at least the next several weeks.  I figured it was time to buck up and see how this thing goes tonight.

After all, there has to be someone with whom we might connect with right?

This small group stuff is just another fancy name for Bible Study anyway right?

These people probably won’t even get in to this and stick around for very long. 

Well.  At least we can say that we had tried.

So we began, “Hi everyone, my name is Dan and this is my wife Lara ….”

That was September of 2004.


Fast-forward to October 2006.


We were being sent to Maryland to do ministry with more people who we had never met.  This was the last day we would be together like this.  It was a going away party, and over 100 people had come by our friend’s house throughout the day and early evening to encourage us and say “so long, for now”.  They were friends and family who loved God and loved us.  Many of them we had known for many years, if not all or most of our lives.

And then there were twelve people who we had known for only 25 months.  Our small group.


Twelve people with whom we had done life with.  Twelve people that we experienced true “community” with.  Twelve people that we had grown to love deeply and intimately. 
We had laughed together.  We had cried together.  We had laid ourselves bare before the Lord together.

God had done a work in each of us, far surpassing any fathomable expectation we had ever had.  It was life-change.  Community.  Authenticity.  Vulnerability.  Spiritual Growth.  Accountability.

It was God speaking into each of our lives through other people.  It was God revealing Himself to us through other people.


Sure we had spent time studying God’s Word.  But it was so much more.  It was a community of people experiencing what the first church experienced.  Worship.  Ministry.  Evangelism.  Fellowship.  Discipleship.  We were intentional in “being” the church.  We were intentional in “doing” life together.

And we were blessed beyond comprehension.


In the local church, we need to be intentional.  I am convinced that we are all called to begin and continue the transformation of becoming a church of small groups; not a church with small groups as another program.

God doesn't’t want another program in His church.  He wants transformed lives.  He wants life-change.  He wants people to do life together with Himself and other people.


Won’t you join me on the journey of doing life together?  “My name is Dan, and this is my wife Lara …”
 

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genius

 
The library is a magical place.  Few places allow you to hang out in the lap of a giant teddy bear to chill with a good book for a while.

There's also something about the availability of a gazillion books available to read without having to pay a dime.

It's the genius of borrowing.  (Benefits me.)

At the same time, there are usually guidelines and boundaries to the process of borrowing.  And when those boundaries are broken there are penalties.

It's the genius of late fees. (Benefits the library.)

I went with Lara to return some books the other day.  (It was really an excuse to peruse the obscure collection of cd's that are available for check-out.  I discovered that I could take home every Christmas cd known to mankind for the entire month of August.  I also learned that the Spice Girls parlayed their two hit songs from '94 into a greatest hits cd?)

After Lara grabbed a few books and I grabbed a few cd's we headed on over to check out.  Lara kindly told the woman behind the counter that we probably had a few dollars in late fees to pay.

I'm not certain how it's possible to rack up $28 at the local library.  But I do know one thing.

It's the genius of late fees.

Ouch.

At least I can listen to some old school Hootie and the Blowfish and Huey Lewis and the News for the month of August ...

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relational drift

 

We were not made to do life alone.  We were made to do life in community with God and in community with other people.  Being in community requires intentionality.  It is not God’s desire or design that we live unto ourselves.  Doing life together in the context of intentional and purposeful community is God’s intent.

I am convinced that community is best realized in the small group setting of eight to twelve people where the core purposes of God’s design are lived out and practiced; in community, together. These core purposes may be articulated as connecting, worshipping, growing, and serving.  Together.

In the local church, living these out in the small group setting can make all the difference in your faith journey.  Call it a Small Group a Life Group a Cell Group or a Community Group.  It’s still a community of people doing life and faith together.  And it matters that you connect.


Have you ever felt disconnected?  Have you ever felt isolated?  Have you ever felt like people could care less if you’re plugged in or not?


I have.


I call it Relational Drift.  And it happens to all of us.


And it goes against the grain of God’s desire.


I find that when I’m not intentional and purposeful about cultivating a relationship with God, my outlook on life wanes.  My interaction with my family suffers.  And other things in life begin to take the place and priority where God wants to be.

I have learned that to ensure an ongoing vibrant relationship with God, I have got to be intentional.  I have got to be relentless in the pursuit of fulfilling my purpose for my existence.  Bringing glory to God. 


It starts there.  Moving away from life about me and towards life about God.

It is the development of the desire, passion and willingness to allow God to work in me and through me to bring the myself and those around me infancy in Christ to maturity in Christ.  It is the idea that people must move from isolation to connection and from loneliness to love.  This is a passion that God has given everyone who bears the name of Christ.  It is the desire of a heart surrendered to God that cries out and conforms to Christ and becomes part one of the greatest ministries on the planet.


Doing life together.  In Christ.  In community.


Jesus made it clear what our mission is (Great Commission) and he made it clear how we should go about that mission (Great Commandment); the next step is to apply the “what” and the “how” to our lives and to our LifeGroups.


Connecting.  Worshipping.  Growing.  Serving.

The effectiveness of this application can be measured in nothing less than life-change; the ongoing transformation into the likeness of Christ


Our faith-journey.  Our spiritual maturity.   It’s a process and not a destination.

Bringing glory to God is what doing life together in healthy community accomplishes. 

It is when His intention for humanity, becoming fully devoted followers of Christ, is realized.  It is the theme of discipleship recurring throughout all aspects of our life and most fully realized in the context of a healthy small group.


The reason to develop as a disciple and the reason to develop other disciples is to ultimately bring as much glory to God as possible with one’s life.  The LifeGroup is uniquely positioned to allow God to use them to make a difference for the Kingdom for no other reason than to bring glory to God.  They become the gardener who removes all possible barriers for maturity to take place.


The leader seeks to “create the right ‘ecosystem’ for spiritual growth to take place.  As the spiritual growth continues, intentionally and purposefully, the group continues to see that the group must expand beyond the members currently connected in the group itself.  As the leader, you should make it abundantly clear that your group was formed to minister to one another and reach out, resulting in the birth of new leaders and new groups.  A healthy maturing group understands that being more like Christ means multiplying that group.  It is intentionality and purpose of replication.


Will you consider being intentional about a growing relationship with God and with others?


I don’t have it all figured out.  But at least I’m on the journey.


What about you? 

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broken boogie

 

I'm covered.

Or so I thought.

An outing with my family and my sister's family to Ocean City yesterday was a lot of fun.  It was a blast for the three kids from each family to go crazy on the boogie boards and buckets with shovels.

Only one boogie was broken.  (Much to the chagrin of my brother-in-law who took one for the team right in the gut as a wave slammed him like a rag doll in the surf and broke his son's brand new boogie board.)

Only one pail was swept out to sea.  (Much to the horror of my 3 year-old niece who watched the mean wave come up to her and grab her brand new pail and run back out to see while she played in the sand with her mom.)

My brother-in-law and I tried to change in to our bathing suits in the public restroom at the beach.  A seemingly logical and innocent endeavor.

Until the bathroom police stopped us cold.  (Someone actually gets paid to sit in a folding chair with a clip board and chastise innocent bathroom goers...)

It appears that changing into your bathing suit in a public restroom at the beach in Ocean City is "against the law."

We were told to change in our hotel or in our car.  No, we didn't read the sign above the door on the way into the bathroom.  No we didn't have a hotel room.  We had just driven the 2.75 hours from our house. Yes, we could have taken turns in the back seat of the mini-vans.

A strategic towl on the beach with hundrends of on-lookers turned out to be much more fun.

And much more challenging.

Yet, I was good.  I stayed covered.  Lest a full pastoral moon come out.

At the same time, I neglected one important beach detail.

Any part of exposed skin that I do not want fried, needs to have 372 SPF applied in great liberation and zeal.

I somehow did not smear the greasy protective goodness that costs too much and feels like sand paper when there is one speck of sand on my hand on my entire midsection, lower back and feet.

And today, my feet, tummy and back are swollen along with the second degree burns that scream at me when I'm driving the 5-speed General Ki.

I thought I was covered.

I wasn't.

And today, I'm paying for it.  (My swolen burnt feet are soaking in water and oatmeal at this very moment ...)

At least my boogie wasn't broken...

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come as you are

Dressing up for work (and for church) used to be a thing for me.

It might have something to do with the creases I used to iron into my uniforms while in the Navy.

It might have something to do with the obsession I have with making sure my t-shirt looks presentable too (the part that shows above your shirt).  And so I iron the top part of my t-shirt.  Really.

It might have something to do with the GQ book I read years ago about clothing man-rules.

Here's a few.

1.  Belts should always match the shoes.
2.  Suspenders (braces) and belts should never be worn at the same time.
3.  Ties should be an accent to your appearance and not the focus.

Here's the problem.

1.  I started wearing sandals to work on occasion.  (Flip flops hurt my toes.)
2.  I haven't worn my wall-street suspenders since 2001.
3.  I only wear ties now for weddings and funerals that I officiate at.
 
For me, dressing up for work (and church) is not as important as it once was.  (or seemed).

At ACC, we encourage folks to "come as you are".  It's a simple philosophy actually.

Connecting with God and other people has nothing to do with what you wear or how you look.

It's about a heart surrendered to God.

Looking sharp in the church building used to be a big deal for me.

It's not anymore.

Come as you are.

I'll probably be wearing casual pants (or jeans), sandals (on occasion), relaxed shirt, and t-shirt that I obsessively ironed underneath....

What about you? 

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the door

I love it, when people get it.

I love it when folks see ministry as the responsibility of all Christ-followers and not just those who are "ministers" as a vocation.

I love it when people accept a gift.  No strings attached.  No score-keeping.

Last Friday, a family at ACC stopped in during the day and asked if I would do them a favor.

They wanted to know if I would be willing to drop off some groceries for a family that they knew of in the local community who had fallen on hard times.

The plan was that they would go out and purchase the groceries and stop back by and place them in the General Ki and I would then deliver them.  (This "giving" family wanted to remain anonymous so as not to affect their relationship with the "receiving" family.)

And so they did.

And so I did. 
I drove to the family's apartment and told the shocked lady at the door that someone wanted to bless them and that I had the privilege of simply being the guy who was able to bring the blessing by.  She only opened the door as wide as the chain lock would allow.  She was highly suspicious that someone would give something to her for free.

I told her that I didn't want anything from her at all.  I told her that there really IS such a thing as a free lunch.

After several moments of suspicion, confusion and utter bewilderment (she almost completely refused), the woman relented and sent her two sons down to the General Ki for the ten-plus bags of fresh groceries.  After a few trips up and down the sidewalk and some chit-chat about marching band percussion sections, I said good-bye to these young men.

You see, there are a lot of people who are chained up in the comfort of their home and are suspicious that God would offer them eternal life.  For free.  They're convinced that they don't want anything to do with God; standing on the other side of the door.  They're suspicious.  And they barely crack the door to seek Him or understand why He would desire to bless them.

And sadly, they either leave the door shut, or reject the offer.

As I drove away, I prayed that this moment would have been a seed planted in her heart and in the hearts of her teenage children.  A seed about how God offers grace to all of us.  It's free.  None of us deserve it.  All of us have access to it.

We simply receive it through faith.  And then we praise and thank God for this greatest blessing of all.

We serve a big God.  It's humbling to be an instrument to bless other people.

It's all part of the Plan.  His.  Not ours.

I love it when people get it...

I love it when people open the door of their hearts and accept the free gift of grace through faith in Jesus.

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story-telling

 


 

I’ve always enjoyed a good story.  Stories connect with people.  Especially stories that are about things that we can relate to.

Jesus was a teller of stories.  He told stories to teach and explain spiritual truths.  Truths that are timeless.  Truths that have application for you and I.


They were called parables;  and they help you and I get a clue about the Living God and His Kingdom.  They were sometimes simplistic, and at other times obscure.  At the same time, those parables always convey a truth.

And that truth was either revealed or concealed.  The truth was revealed (obvious) to those who were truly desiring to be a Christ-follower.  The truth was concealed (hidden) from those who rejected Jesus.

You see, there is an interesting outcome of Jesus’ method of teaching through story telling.

People can still miss the point.  They remember the story, but walk away with a different understanding of the intent of the story.  Or they walk away with no understanding at all; completely perplexed and confused.  Consider this conversation Jesus had with His followers.

The disciples came to him and asked, "Why do you speak to the people in parables?"  He replied, "The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of heaven has been given to you, but not to them. Whoever has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. This is why I speak to them in parables: "Though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear or understand. In them is fulfilled the prophecy of Isaiah:"

'You will be ever hearing but never understanding; you will be ever seeing but never perceiving.  For this people's heart has become calloused; they hardly hear with their ears, and they have closed their eyes.  Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts and turn, and I would heal them.'

But blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear. For I tell you the truth, many prophets and righteous men longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.
  Matthew 13:10-17 (NIV).

For you and I to truly understand Jesus and all that He would have us learn, we have to be intentional about following Him, listening to Him and becoming like Him.


God reveals to Christ-followers truths that are concealed from those who do not follow Christ.

“This is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, expressing spiritual truths in spiritual words.  The man without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him, and he cannot understand them, because they are spiritually discerned.”  I Cor. 2:13-14

Indeed, these stories and illustrations that Jesus told require us to be His followers for us to understand and discern what He was talking about.

Jesus has a great story to tell.  The story of His Kingdom.

And we have the privilege to understand the entire picture of God's plan to reconcile you to Him through Jesus.

Will you choose to learn from Him?

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seventeen in twenty-two

 
Seventeen in twenty-two.

It's the number of people of who have given their life to Christ at ACC in the first twenty-two weeks (five months) of 2008.

It's the number of people at ACC who's eternity has been transformed before our very eyes.

It's the number of people at ACC who didn't have their "stuff" dealt with before laying it before Christ.

It's the number of people at ACC who have accepted Christ's free offer of forgiveness from the sin in their life.

It's the number of people at ACC who surrendered & decided they were tired of doing life their way.

It's the number of people at ACC who have recognized that without Christ, their life will always seem meaningless, hopeless and pointless.

It's the number of people at ACC who who became a new creation in Christ.

It's the number of people at ACC who have begun a new journey of being a Christ-follower.

Seventeen in twenty-two.

God is awesome.

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un-done

Growing.

It's acknowledging one thing.

  1. You're not where you were.

Refinement.

It's embracing one thing.

  1. God's not done with you yet.


Today I had the privilege of proclaiming and explaining the word of God.

In front of other preachers.

In an intimate studio, with the video camera rolling.

With a blue curtain behind me on a small platform and a Plexiglas "pulpit' in front.  Each of us had a double-side piece of paper with areas to critique each other.

 

This graduate "intensive" class doubles as a masters-level course as well as a doctorate-level class depending on what program you're in.  There are guys at both levels in there.

It's pretty humbling to teach Scripture.  It's also pretty humbling to hear your peers comment on how you may or may not have been effective in proclaiming and explaining it. 
 
After each of us finished our message, we spent about 20 minutes sharing our insights with each other.  At the end, it was a time to build each other up and encourage one another.

It's refinement.  It's growth.

In our spiritual journey of being a Christ-follower, may none of us ever think we've ever "arrived".

God's not done with us yet.  As Christ-followers, we're un-done.

The question is.  Are you being intentional about allowing God to grow and refine you?

"I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."  Phil. 1:3-6 


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garden hose

 
Drinking from a garden hose was one of my favorite things to do in the summer when I was a kid.  I can still taste it.  The best part was how refreshing it was after running around the yard like a wild man playing tag with the neighbor kids.  The next best part was holding my thumb across the end to create the famous "jet spray".  The next-next best part was trying to whip my friends with the hose before they tackled me for spraying them down ...

The last several days have been a blur.  (My present day wild man pace.)

  1. This past Saturday morning I had the privilege of officiating at the wedding of a great couple in our church.
  2. Saturday afternoon I had the privilege of baptizing another man into Christ.
  3. Saturday night I had the privilege of tons of reading in preparation for a graduate "intensive" course that I am taking this week in central Virginia.  I squeezed in an adventure "spy" movie with the surround sound cranked up later Saturday night with our oldest daughter.
  4. Sunday morning early I had the privilege of playing percussion as part of our three worship services at ACC.
  5. Sunday afternoon, Lara and I took the girls to Macaroni Grill for some yummy Italian food.
  6. Later Sunday afternoon I grabbed a home brewed Starbucks with some vanilla ice cream and hit the road in the General Ki in the middle of a thunderstorm to drive the 4-hour winding roads of Virginia on Route 29 to Lynchburg, VA.
  7. Sunday night I completed the reading for my course sitting at the desk in the hotel room until 12:15 a.m.
  8. This morning at 6:30 a.m. I was up (much to my chagrin) and found the local Starbucks (much to my delight) in the hills of Virginia and set off for eight hours of lecture and discussion about the Old Testament prophets: their message, their style, their intent and how the modern day preacher can bring the message home for present-day application by preaching about Jesus from those same prophetic texts.  I will be packing an entire graduate class into this week alone.  This intensive is definitely intense....
I think I'm going to take a nap before trying to read some more.  First, maybe I'll ask the front desk if they have a garden hose ...

I miss Lara and the girls.

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man-hug

 
Life-change.

It's when we stop looking inward for meaning and start looking upward for truth.

It's what happens when our life intersects with the truth of God.

It's the moment that we stop trying to do life our way and begin doing life God's way.

It's the moment that we throw our hands up in the air and surrender.

It's the moment that we change clothes; we take off our old self and put on Christ.

It's the moment we bury who we were (the person I thought I was) and begin a new life (the person I'm supposed to be).

I witnessed a man last Friday, deep six who he was.  I witnessed that same man become a new creation in Christ Jesus.  He decided to stop living for himself and to begin living for God.  He gave his life to Jesus and was baptized.

The very next day, I witnessed another man on Saturday throw his hands up.  He had been watching someone in his life be transformed into the likeness of Christ over the last five months.  That person's story of life-change was having an impact on him.  He wanted life-change too.  His heart was ripe.  The soil of his life had been tilled and was ready for the truth of God to be planted in his heart.  And it was.  Right there on my back porch.

That's when we had a man-hug.  You know the kind.  It's when two grown men only reach half way around the other and try to avoid their facial hair coming together like velcro.  And then you get a firm grip on each other's upper arms and hold for 3.7 seconds; testing the firmness of their biceps.  And then you look down at the ground and back away from each other.

It's a man-hug.

And it happened again on Sunday when that same guy had that goofy smile of peacefulness on his face when he came up out of the water.  Clean.  A new creation in Christ.  He was just baptized.

That man-hug was a wet one.  It was awesome.  My shirt dried off later as I drove hope praying for him with the windows down in the General Ki.

Life-change.

It's what happens when God gets a hold of your heart.  It's what happens when we stop resisting Him.

It's when we allow Jesus to give us a man-hug.

It's when we stop looking inward for meaning and start looking upward for truth.

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control issues

 

I tend to have control issues at times.  I want to figure things out and solve problems.  That's usually when I become overwhelmed.  And life starts piling up all around me.  Surrounding me.  Choking me.

There is a great account of Jesus’ disciples in a boat on a lake when a giant storm came up out of nowhere.  (Jesus had actually suggested that they get into the boat to start with!)  They were all wigging out as the water came into the boat to the point where they were all convinced that they weren’t going to make it.  They even wondered why Jesus wasn’t doing anything about their problem.  They also were incredulous that he was sleeping in the back of the boat!

When they woke Jesus up, He rebuked the storm.  And at the same time, He turned to His followers and rebuked them for having little or no faith in Him.

You see, they missed or overlooked a few key characteristics of following Jesus...

  1. Jesus sends us in directions that can be tough and full of difficulty.  (Causing us to worry, stress out, feel despondent, and wonder why stuff in life is happening to us.)
  2. Jesus allows storms to happen in our life.
  3. Our faith is measurable.  We can have no faith,  a little faith or a lot of faith.  It can vary in quantity from believer to believer.
  4. We tend to miss the obvious in our journey with Christ.  Jesus is in the boat with us in the midst of our storms in life!  He wants us to wholly and completely trust Him.  He doesn’t want us to try and bail the water out of our boat to fix our problems.  He wants us to recognize and live our lives daily resting in Him.

Here is the text to encourage you from Mark 4:35 – 41.

That day when evening came, he said to his disciples, "Let us go over to the other side." Leaving the crowd behind, they took him along, just as he was, in the boat. There were also other boats with him. A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over the boat, so that it was nearly swamped. Jesus was in the stern, sleeping on a cushion. The disciples woke him and said to him, "Teacher, don't you care if we drown?"

He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, "Quiet! Be still!" Then the wind died down and it was completely calm.  He said to his disciples, "Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?"  They were terrified and asked each other, "Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!"

Be encouraged my friend!  While we think Jesus is asleep at the wheel, He's actually got our back!  He's always in control.

Do we believe it?

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catch me if you can

 
Hanging out in the ER is not my first idea of a way to spend an evening alone with Lara.  Yet, last night, we tried it anyway.  The result of cavalier trash smashing.

I had a firm grip on my right index finger with my left hand for three hours.  Much like the song "This Little Light of Mine".  I guess you could say it looked as though I was hiding my light under a bushel....

After 30 minutes in the waiting room we were called back.  (The lady at the desk said that we had come at a good time because the wait throughout the day was averaging 6 hours.)

After some preliminary vitals and sharing of personal information (no I am NOT strung out on any controlled substances and no I do NOT have any known allergies...) we were transferred to another room.  But not before I was "tagged" on my wrist lest I start running for the door.

On the way to the room where we would spend the rest of our date, I noticed a young handsome admin assistant interning behind a desk named Andy.  He looked like he had just fished planning a graduation frat party at the local community college.

So, off we go down the hall to the "room".  That's where we had the "insurance" conversation along with the "Can my wife sign this stuff because I'm hiding my light under a bushel right now" conversation.

And then we noticed a wall-mount tv with a chick-flick (What Women Want) playing on TBS.  I thought, "Hmm, a TV in the ER.  Nice.  This will be much more enjoyable than playing with all of the medical equipment and oxygen valves on the walls while waiting for the doctor ..."

And then he came in.

Andy the Frat Party Intern.  In a lab coat.  With fancy embroidery on his left lapel.  That's when I noticed that there were two peculiar letters after his name.

M.D.

That could mean only one thing.

"Catch Me if You Can"

There was no WAY Andy the Frat Party Intern was a doctor!!!  He's younger than me!!!!  He must be on the lam from a fedora-wearing Tom Hanks!!!

And then he convinced me of something ...

I was right.

We watched him fumble around with the medical equipment and mumble to himself something about an "incomplete kit".  He told me to remove my light from the bushel and lay my hand on the table while he went to the other room for something he "forgot".  I told him that if I did that, my light would drip my life blood all over the table.  He said, "Let's see."

And so I did.

And so he did.

He agreed that I should keep my light under the bushel until he returned.

We went back to watching the chick-flick while waiting for Dr. Frat Party to return.

He came back in and made 11 punctures around the base of my index finger on the top of my hand, in-between my fingers and underneath.  That hurt.

He then said he'd return in 5 - 10 minutes after the anesthesia took affect.

And so we went back to watching the chick-flick.  Again.

45 minutes later, Junior walked in again and asked me if my finger was numb yet.

I wanted to say something like, "Hello!  It's been almost an hour since you poked me like a ginormous potato about to be placed in the microwave!  Of course it's numb!!!"

And so Dr. Frat Party took the curvy needle and some fishing wire (ala Rambo) and went to work on my finger.  I have to admit, he didn't learn those knots in Boy Scouts.

After a few more minutes of fumbling around, he completed his Senior Project and told us that a nurse would be in a few minutes to discharge us.

And so we went back to watching the chick-flick.  Again.

50 minutes later, a nurse walked in, had me sign some papers (with my bad hand) and let us go.  Our date was over.

As we walked down the hall, I waved at Dr. Frat Party across the ER admin area.  I was certain he was sitting back down at a desk putting the finishing touches on his Senior Project...

Truth be told.  I did ask him how long he had been a Doc.  He said he was 31 years old and had been a Doc for 6 years.  Hmm.  I know what he was really thinking ...

"Catch Me if You Can"

Another night out together.

The only downside.

We missed the last ten minutes of the chick-flick.

The upside.

I didn't have to hide my light under a bushel anymore.

And I got a cool bracelet with my name on it too.

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trash smashing

Memorial Day weekend is good for three things.

1.  remembering the ultimate sacrifice of those who gave their life while serving our country.
2.  enjoying time together with family and friends.
3.  finding obscure reasons to hang out in the ER.

We buried the needle on the temperature gage on the grill on the back porch.  It was a record for us.  Exceeding 680 degrees because of the fat-fire from the steaks dripping fat into the bottom of the grill.  The flames were sassy.  The steak was awesome.  And it required a tasty dessert to go with it ...

Flannery's Delight is a wonderful concoction of chocolate pudding, cherry pie filling, whipped cream, crumbled Oreo's and yesterday, the new addition of chunks of brownies - all layered in a clear dessert bowl (the kind with the fancy stem on the bottom).  The problem is this ...

Cherry pie filling comes in a can.  And cans have sharp lids when they're cut off and laying in the trash can.

When you're entertaining, it's easy to fill up trash can in the kitchen.  And for nearly seventeen years, it has been our space-saving habit to "smash" the trash into the can when it gets too full (making more room for more trash and thus delaying the inevitable trip to the dumpster in the garage for a little while longer.)
Yesterday evening, I smashed the trash.  Just like we always do.

And as I smashed the trash...

I smashed my index and middle finger across the cherry-pie filling can lid camouflaged in the trash.

I've had many cuts over the years.  And somehow, someway, I just "know".  I "know" when a cut is actually one of those cuts.  The kind of cut that require more than a few curse words and a trip to the kitchen sink.  This injury was one of those.

Three hours and three stitches later my index finger throbs in sync with my heart beat.  The habitual trash-smashing needs to be re-thought.

The worst part of the entire night was ....

I didn't even get one bite of Flannery's Delight. 

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notebooked

I'm usually not into chick flicks.  At the same time, I consider myself a sensitive guy.

I'm finishing up one of my graduate classes on marriage counseling.  My coursework requires me to choose two movies with a strong marital theme and extract concepts and thoughts that could be used in the counseling setting.

I briefly considered t The Incredibles would be a good start ...  Ala, "Baby!  Where's my super suit!"  I needed something more though ...

As I flipped through our dvd collection at the house to work on movie #2, I found the "chick flick" section.  You know the one.  Movies that you leave for your wife to watch when you're stuck working late.  Or movies to watch when you're stuck in the dog house and need to have some "together" time.

Movies that most men would never confess to watching alone.

And there it was.  The consummate ineedatishoo chick flick right there next to Beaches......

The Notebook.

I asked Lara if she wanted to watch it with me (cause men don't watch chick flicks alone).  She said she wasn't in the mood to cry.
 
I was stuck.  For God and country.  I decided to take one for the team.  I would have to watch a chick flick alone.

And so I fire up the laptop and plug in the speakers and sit back in my chair with my own notebook to extract the concepts and ideas I would write about in my paper.

I mustered all the manliness that I could and settled in, determined not to let this flick get to me.

I should have known better.

I fell in love with Lara 19 years ago.  And I never imagined in my wildest dreams that my capacity to love her would increase over the years.

The Notebook made me weep like a baby.  I couldn't hold it together.

Especially when Lara walks in the room right when the movie ends.  There was no hiding it.  I was caught in a non-manly moment.  I had been Notebooked.

Serving God and growing old with the woman who I pledged to honor, cherish and love is a holy privilege.  My love for Lara welled over in my heart and in my eyes.

In all it's sappiness, this movie reminded me that love is a choice.  It's intentional.  It requires effort.  And marriage is like a triangle with God at the top and the man and woman at each corner.  The closer the couple draws closer to God the closer they draw to each other.

It's all about priorities and remembering our first love, God; and the gift that our spouses are to us.  May I always keep God first.  Lara second.  Our children third.  Church fourth. and Me fifth.

I think we should all be Notebooked now and then.

Ineedatishoo. 

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i spy

Furniture shopping is different than other kinds of shopping.

Besides being one of the only places where you can lay down while shopping, it is surprisingly tiring.

I am amazed about how sore my thighs get from these outings.  It must be becuase I'm doing squats for a few hours to some eclectic music overhead while you're trying not to snag my cell phone on the latest micro-fiber upholstery...

I can't possibly be that I'm tired simply because I'm out of shape... 
At the same time, there is the oddity of having someone following Lara & I and the kids around the ginormous store.  Maybe you've met him...

Joe Bifrumeenow.

And he won't leave us alone.

He hovers.  And watches us intently.

And then tries to answer questions we're not asking.

And then we ditch him around the corner by the buffets and china cabinets.  All is well.  And we're left alone.  Just me and my family.  Doing squats.  Up and down on forty-three different couches.

We're doing the "Tooshy Test"; testing the furniture for comfort and lower-back support.  Occasionally we find the recliner and stretch out while making silly noises of utter relaxation and contentment.  I convince the kids that I'm "resting" my eyes for a few moments.

We even play a quick game of "I Spy".  I see something "black".  And it takes my youngest a few minutes to realize that Dad's spying the inside of his eyelids....

After standing up, I notice something out of the corner of my eye.

It's him.  Joe Bifrumeenow. And he's watching us from across the showroom floor.  And then we lock eyes.

He makes his move to come "check on us".

We thank him and shuffle out the front door into the blustery puffy cloud day.

My thighs hurt and I'm tired.  I think I'll go home and test out the living room sofa and play another round of "I Spy"... 

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multi-tasking

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Learning about God (listening) is good.

But it's not good enough.

God calls us to be DOERS of His Word.

The scientific community has estimated that good communication is 98% listening.

Hearing and listening are not the same thing.  Hearing is passive.  Listening is actively interacting with a message.  And you interact with a message by being quiet (zipping it); allowing it to penetrate your heart (internalizing it) and working through it (processing it).

Consider this: nonverbal communication accounts for 58% of the total message.  Tone of voice makes up 35% .  The actual words you say account for only 7% of the total message.

You see communication is not what you say, but what the other person understands by what you say.  And then what that person does in response to their understanding.

Take a listen (click the play button above) to a recent message I shared this past Sunday from the book of James 1:17-29.  It's part 3 of a 9-part series on the entire book of James.

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stain magnet

It's been a family joke for years that my brother-in-law will manage to paint his shirt with whatever he happens to be eating.

At the same time, I can't seem to wear a white shirt without a blob of coffee finding it's way on to the center of my shirt.  I've also ruined a few dress shirts by putting my pen in my shirt pocket without putting the cap back on.  That was painful.

I'm a stain magnet.  I admit it.

This morning I pulled out one of our ginormous coffee cups.  It was the Mickey Mouse mug we paid too much for at one of the 137 gift shops at the Magic Kingdom in Orlando in 2005.

And then we realized that we were out of half-and-half and that the 2% milk just won't do.

But then, that's what ice cream is for.  It makes for a great clutch play for a decadent coffee experience.  And so Lara dropped a scoop of the ice cream into the empty cup and poured the piping hot freshly ground and brewed Starbucks Gold Coast over the top as the coffee became nice and foamy with a slight blob of ice cream that hadn't fully melted yet. 
I sit down in the living room while the music is playing; the children are playing "elephant" with some over sized blankets over their bodies as they crawl around the floor crashing into each other giggling.

I go for my first sip of the decadent coffee with the ice cream blob floating in the middle and then it happened.

My soul patch caught the ice cream blob and my white shirt I had just spent 20 minutes ironing caught the Gold Coast.

Lara laughed at me as I raced in to the kitchen to grab some paper towels.  Of course my only option was to grab that last little piece of paper towel that is glued to the brown tube ...

I'm a stain magnet.  It's that simple.  I just can't get away from it.

It's actually the same with our life.  People are stain magnets.  We have the stain of sin finding it's way on to us all the time.

What's awesome as that Jesus washes away our sin.  He doesn't cover it up.  He washes that stain away.  In fact, He makes us whiter than snow.  He took on the stain of sin for all of us and actually became sin for us.

Only Jesus can deal with the stain of sin in our life.  Through faith and belief in Jesus we can receive the free gift of "stain removal".

I decided not to change shirts today.  I needed to be reminded of how awesome Jesus is and how un-awesome I am.  Stains (sin) will always find me.  I'm a stain magnet.

At the same time, Jesus will always clean me ...

When I ask Him (becuase I'm sorry I grieved Him and not simply becuase I got caught or stuck in a bad situation) and allow Him to (when I fully surrender my sin to Him and let Him clean me up without trying to clean my self up.)

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outside the wake

I remember going out on my grandparent’s 12-person boat on Black Lake in northern Michigan in late grade school.

There are the great memories of learning to water ski (thumbs up to go faster, thumbs down to go slower) and tying my swim trunks extra tight to avoid any mishaps when I fell.

My favorite place to water ski was outside the wake of the boat.  It was always calmer and smoother outside the wake.

The challenge was always breaking over the crest of the wake to get there.  Usually, that’s exactly when I would wipe out.

 

Getting out of the rough waters of the boat’s wake required going over the biggest rough spot of all before going into the “promised land” of the smooth glass-like waters outside the wake.

There have been times in my spiritual walk when it feels much the same.  Usually, I’m trying to get up out of the water with all of might only to find myself in the choppy rough waters in the wake of the daily grind of life.  I know my spiritual walk can and should be better than the choppy waters I was in marked by occasional prayer, rare study of the Bible and lots of “thumb down” to slow the speed of the chaos in my life.  Many times it felt comfortable there in the wake of life.  I always knew that it would be smoother and more tolerable outside the wake, yet going over that “big” wave to get there seemed to always hold me back.  Being more spiritual and connected to God was always a desire, yet I couldn’t bring myself to take the right steps.

But you know, I have to be honest.  When life started going faster and the years started slipping by and Lara & I started having children and then they started growing faster and faster I realized that it was time to stop staying in the comfortable wake of life.  I needed to step up my spiritual walk with God.  My connectedness to God was marginal.  It was dull.  I needed to be intentional about growing closer to Him.  I couldn’t keep waiting for that day when I woke up and was suddenly “spiritual”.  I needed to move outside of my comfort zone and get over the big wave.

I needed a relationship with God that was more meaningful than “Please give me this and please do that.”  It dawned on me that here I was constantly asking God for something yet I never did what He asked me to do.  No wonder life was so choppy.  Life was about me.  I needed to get outside of the wake.

And when I took those intentional actions towards investing in a true relationship with God and doing for God rather than constantly asking and taking from God; I found my spiritual life to be much smoother and less choppy.  The storms of life certainly come up now and then, yet outside that wake, in an intentional relationship with God, the choppy seas are much easier to endure. 

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girly soap

I have a thing about smells.  Especially when it's me.

Ever since I received that first bottle of Avon cologne in 6th grade from my Grandma Thompson, I've been all over smelling good.

In fact, my dresser is a hall of fame of men's cologne.  A little dab'll do ya.  Right?

But then there's the soap factor.  I like a good soap that won't ex foliate every layer of skin in one use; usually bar soap.

The problem with bar soap is that after two weeks or so, it becomes the size of an oblong penny. Much like the penny crunchers at the mall that you can grind flat or that piece of silly putty that gets hard after sitting out on the table all night.
I try to use that bar to the very end.  And then it cracks in half and I have to fuse them back together to get a good lather on the washcloth.  It's like a hard taco shell that breaks right down the middle.  It's a button for me; a nerve-ending connected directly to the irritation gland in the middle of my head.  Broken soap and cracked tacos are small stuff that I seem to sweat.

The other morning, that little remnant was completely unusable, and I had a choice to make.

To use Lara's girly-soap or not to.

It's that girly liquid soap in a pink squeezable bottle that smells like mangos and tulips on the kitchen window sill in spring time.

The other day, I decided that desperate times required desperate measures...

So I used the girly-soap.

I was out of my man-soap and had to smell like a girl all day.
 
The good news is that I didn't have tacos for dinner.

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bad boys

 
 
There is a certain "feeling" that comes over your entire person when you see flashing lights in your rear view mirror.  It's that numb kind of "aw man, I can't believe he got me.  Where was he hiding at ...."

And then there's the classic question the police officer asks ...

"Do you know why I pulled you over?"

It's just like when Dad & Mom would call me upstairs from my bedroom when I was a kid.  I was certain I was busted.  I just wasn't certain exactly for "what" I was busted for.  And so I start searching my mind for all of the stuff that I could possibly get in trouble for.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?"  (All I could hear in my head was, "Bad boys, bad boys.  Whatcha gonna do when they come for you.  Bad boys.  Bad boys ...")

Hmm.  I wanted to say something like, "Well officer, is it for my broken tail lights, my tags bungee-corded to the rear panel, my cracked windshield from the dump truck on the highway this morning, the styrofoam peanuts that were blowing out of my window for the last 3.7 miles around suburbia, the stop sign I just rolled through or the illegal lane movement I just made while trying to sip my piping hot Starbucks?"

Instead, I said what every good law-abiding citizen says.

"No sir.  Would you be kind enough to share with me exactly what obscure Maryland law I just flagrantly violated before I file a Clergy Harassment report."

He said, "Your Maryland emissions expired last June.  You should have received something in the mail last summer as a reminder." 

"Really?  How on earth did you learn that?"

"Mr. Thompson, I didn't have anything to do so I ran your plates while toodeling along behind you while you were singing that one Toad the Wet Sprocket song from 1992. Can I see your license and insurance?"

Nice. The pastor is two blocks from his house on the way home from work and sitting on a residential street as the entire neighborhood gathers on their front porches to see what the squad car lights are all about.

I wanted to get out of the General Ki and explain to everyone that I wasn't really a bad person and that I really didn't have black smoke coming out of my tail pipes.  I wanted to explain that I received my Maryland State Vehicle Inspection in February of last year to get my plates and didn't realize that I still had to have another part of my vehicle inspected four months later.  In Indiana, you couldn't get your plates without a current emissions test....

The moms and dads on the front porches covered the eyes of their children and sent them inside to finish diner while the Bad Pastor got it. 

I thanked the officer for the warning.

And drove the remaining two blocks to our house.  That "numb" feeling didn't go away for about an hour.  Then I got to go back to church and teach class ...

Lara & I switched cars today while she has the General Ki emissions testing completed and up to date.

Now if I could only get the cracked windshield fixed ...

Bad boys.  Bad boys.   

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BE the church

Attending church doesn't require much effort beyond the motivation to roll out of bed and into a building.

What if we stopped attending church ...

... and started being the church.


The church is the body of Christ.  The church is Jesus' body on earth.  The church is not the building we assemble in.  The church is an assembly of Christ-followers.


So what does it look like to “be” Jesus to other people? 

 

It’s a “roll-your-sleeves-up” approach where folks do something sacrificial and servant-minded.  When Jesus washed the feet of His closest followers He gave them this directive… Go and do likewise.


“Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.”  John 13:14,15


What does it look like in this era to “be” the hands and feet of Jesus in the world?


We are ambassadors for Christ; His emissaries; His proxy; we are continuing the work that He did when He walked the earth.  And the cool things is, we are given His Spirit to enable us for service.  We're not doing it of our own ability.  We rely wholly and completely on Him.


When Jesus modeled a servant’s heart, He took off His outer garments and washed His followers feet. 


How can we “wash” the feet of people in our church and community?

What does it look like to personally serve God?

What does it look like to personally serve other people?

Is my "serve" sacrificial?


Here are a few SERVE ideas to consider ...


Landscaping at a neighborhood elementary school

Neighborhood redevelopment (i.e. painting run-down houses, cleaning up empty lots, painting over graffiti)

Grant-a-wish” service projects for needy families in the church

Adopt-a-room or apartment for an elderly or needy person

Special delivery care packages

Senior service projects

Disaster relief kits

Blanket or sock drive for the homeless

Car clinic

Computer clinic

Health & Wellness Fair

Art fair

“Adopt” a public school with school supply kits

Holiday meals and food baskets

Professional clothing drive for job seekers

Baby showers for pregnancy clinic.

Invite teenage girls to shop for free formal dresses donated by church members

Community clean-up of a park or beach, followed by a picnic lunch for everyone there

Let local firefighters know how much we appreciate them with a breakfast or lunch at their station

Shop for the disabled and seniors at ACC

Zoo-safari with disadvantaged children, or take them to other outings in the Metro DC/Baltimore area.

Distribute food and household supplies in attractive baskets for families suffering with illness or other crises

Parking meter feeding

Gasoline giveaway

Flower seeds during spring

Moving day burgers or pizza at apartments or dorms

Grocery cart return service

Love baskets for families in crisis

Bag of quarters giveaway outside the local Laundromat

Mother’s Day flowers

Beautification of ACC landscaping and grounds

Clean-a-Garage/Basement for single parents or the elderly at ACC

Spring Cleaning Projects at needy families at ACC


These are just ideas to generate more ideas.  I want to encourage you to use those four leading questions above as a “filter” to guide your thinking.  If you can determine, with some Spirit-led certainty, that “xyz” idea accomplishes “being” Jesus to other people and demonstrates personal service to God and other people, then you’re probably on the mark.


When we stop attending church and start being the church, we find that we can't do it alone.  We do life together with other believers in Christ to be His representatives in our communities.  And so we don't give up gathering together but rather assemble together to be the church; to give praise, glory and honor to God; to build each other up in the LORD; and to become equipped to be Jesus to other people.


You might say ...


The church has left the building ....

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