Here's a short video of David and I inside Hezekiah's tunnel. Risky to use electronics down there because if you drop them, you drop them into six inches of water!!
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Saturday, November 27, 2010
Pictures speak louder than words
Thought I'd put up some shots in and around the Shuk to give you a better idea of what kinds of dainties are marketed there and who frequents the Shuk.
Friday, November 26, 2010
New Twist to Old Past time
Frisbee in sight of the Knesset. WHAT?! Who would have ever thunk! I've played frisbee within sight of the Israeli seat of government. It's funny because I've never really been excited to play sports within sight of the U.S. Capitol building, but the sentiment should probably be the same. Guess I'll have to work on that one...
I didn't realize though that frisbee, (REAL frisbee!) has plays, routes, and defensive strategies. R my mate from L's house invited me down to play frisbee on Sunday night from 8-10 PM. I guess I didn't pick up on the part about drills, sprints, and other exercises before we even started playing. It was definitely a time when I realized how out of shape I really was, but it was truly glorious to catch my 'second wind' and realize I wasn't too out of shape. A pair of cleats would have worked marvels for me because the ground was muddy and my feet couldn't grip very well. I still thoroughly enjoyed myself and learned some new things about an old game.
I didn't realize though that frisbee, (REAL frisbee!) has plays, routes, and defensive strategies. R my mate from L's house invited me down to play frisbee on Sunday night from 8-10 PM. I guess I didn't pick up on the part about drills, sprints, and other exercises before we even started playing. It was definitely a time when I realized how out of shape I really was, but it was truly glorious to catch my 'second wind' and realize I wasn't too out of shape. A pair of cleats would have worked marvels for me because the ground was muddy and my feet couldn't grip very well. I still thoroughly enjoyed myself and learned some new things about an old game.
Rollercoasting Bus No. 8!
This post has been bumping around in my brain for a while now. I don't have all the bugs worked out of it yet, but we'll see where it goes and have some fun with it.
"Ode to Bus 8":
Oh Bus 8, you are never late (sarcasm)
When I see your shine, I know you are mine
Though you lurch and careen,
I have never seen a more welcome sight coming round the corner.
Thus ends my attempt at an ode to 'Bus 8'. This amazing specimen of machine and might conveniently runs right in front of my apartment building and I have ridden it many times into Jerusalem. I'll have to admit, the thought of riding the bus here in Israel did not appeal very much to me. I had in my mind the horrific images and stories of years past when buses were targets for heinous crimes. I'm grateful to report that the reputation of the bus company has greatly improved since that time (helped in large part to a very large concrete structure that rises approximately 20 feet into the air...yeah, it's called a wall).
I've actually begun to enjoy riding the bus. It provides an excellent place to people watch, provided you have a good pair of sun-glasses that can hide your eyes. Once while riding I couldn't help but smile as I saw a boy, who couldn't be more than twelve years old, carry his two year old sister onto the bus, plop her into a seat and proceed to pay their fare. It was a cute moment (yep, I'm afraid I used the 'cute' word). I've also really been struck by the respect that is shown to women and older folks on bus 8. When the bus fills up, as it is wont to do, if a woman gets on and there are no seats available, the men will very easily get up as if it's no big deal (I don't mean they compete to give her their seat, but they respectfully yield their place to her). That speaks volumes to the societal system that is in place here and to the care and respect that women deserve. I can't say unequivocally that that would never happen in America because I've rarely ever ridden the public transportation in the U.S., but I doubt that it would be done with as much grace and class as I've seen it done over here. I do think that Americans have allowed their respect of women to be eroded over time and through different movements. I don't know, something about watching others yield their seat to their fairer counterpart, made me proud to be a guy and encourages me to make the same sacrifice when the time presents itself.
On the other extreme, I've seen bus drivers make a stop, pull ahead five feet to a red light and then refuse to admit another passenger as they hurry up to the door. That seems a bit overboard but then I consider what would happen if that took place every bus stop. There wouldn't be any need for an actual 'bus stop' if you could get on any time you wanted. This is just to say that not everyone over here is brimming with chivalrous attitudes and gallant deeds.
Buses and roller coasters......hmm what do they have in common? They both are a boatload of fun! I can't say as I've achieved the pinnacle of 'bus-roasting' as I'll call it, but I've definitely improved my technique while over here. The term 'sea-legs' comes to mind when I think about trying to ride a bus standing up. It pitches and rolls almost like a ship at sea and you can't entirely predict which way it will yaw next (perhaps a slight exaggeration, but not too far from the truth). The 'snakes' as I call them, are the worst. These are the longer buses with an airlock type structure in their middle. The other night while riding a 'snake' home I decided to sit nearer the back than I have in the past. Hmm, that might have been a bad idea as practically every time we hit a speed-bump (which for some reason they have installed every quarter mile or so in residential sections in Jerusalem) I was practically guaranteed to get air! Mind you, I was sitting down near the back and I had this experience. The driver must have been intent on finishing up his route as he went barreling along (it was around midnight...I think). That experience gave a whole new level to 'bus-roasting' here in Israel.
I find it of interest to note the different styles of getting around in different parts of the world (that I have experienced anyway). When I was in Europe, trains seem to be the main mode of transportation. While here in Israel, buses have become that M.O. In the U.S. cars are the way to go. Funny how your eyes are opened up to different things depending on what you travel to get to where you're going. Tata!
"Ode to Bus 8":
Oh Bus 8, you are never late (sarcasm)
When I see your shine, I know you are mine
Though you lurch and careen,
I have never seen a more welcome sight coming round the corner.
Thus ends my attempt at an ode to 'Bus 8'. This amazing specimen of machine and might conveniently runs right in front of my apartment building and I have ridden it many times into Jerusalem. I'll have to admit, the thought of riding the bus here in Israel did not appeal very much to me. I had in my mind the horrific images and stories of years past when buses were targets for heinous crimes. I'm grateful to report that the reputation of the bus company has greatly improved since that time (helped in large part to a very large concrete structure that rises approximately 20 feet into the air...yeah, it's called a wall).
I've actually begun to enjoy riding the bus. It provides an excellent place to people watch, provided you have a good pair of sun-glasses that can hide your eyes. Once while riding I couldn't help but smile as I saw a boy, who couldn't be more than twelve years old, carry his two year old sister onto the bus, plop her into a seat and proceed to pay their fare. It was a cute moment (yep, I'm afraid I used the 'cute' word). I've also really been struck by the respect that is shown to women and older folks on bus 8. When the bus fills up, as it is wont to do, if a woman gets on and there are no seats available, the men will very easily get up as if it's no big deal (I don't mean they compete to give her their seat, but they respectfully yield their place to her). That speaks volumes to the societal system that is in place here and to the care and respect that women deserve. I can't say unequivocally that that would never happen in America because I've rarely ever ridden the public transportation in the U.S., but I doubt that it would be done with as much grace and class as I've seen it done over here. I do think that Americans have allowed their respect of women to be eroded over time and through different movements. I don't know, something about watching others yield their seat to their fairer counterpart, made me proud to be a guy and encourages me to make the same sacrifice when the time presents itself.
On the other extreme, I've seen bus drivers make a stop, pull ahead five feet to a red light and then refuse to admit another passenger as they hurry up to the door. That seems a bit overboard but then I consider what would happen if that took place every bus stop. There wouldn't be any need for an actual 'bus stop' if you could get on any time you wanted. This is just to say that not everyone over here is brimming with chivalrous attitudes and gallant deeds.
Buses and roller coasters......hmm what do they have in common? They both are a boatload of fun! I can't say as I've achieved the pinnacle of 'bus-roasting' as I'll call it, but I've definitely improved my technique while over here. The term 'sea-legs' comes to mind when I think about trying to ride a bus standing up. It pitches and rolls almost like a ship at sea and you can't entirely predict which way it will yaw next (perhaps a slight exaggeration, but not too far from the truth). The 'snakes' as I call them, are the worst. These are the longer buses with an airlock type structure in their middle. The other night while riding a 'snake' home I decided to sit nearer the back than I have in the past. Hmm, that might have been a bad idea as practically every time we hit a speed-bump (which for some reason they have installed every quarter mile or so in residential sections in Jerusalem) I was practically guaranteed to get air! Mind you, I was sitting down near the back and I had this experience. The driver must have been intent on finishing up his route as he went barreling along (it was around midnight...I think). That experience gave a whole new level to 'bus-roasting' here in Israel.
I find it of interest to note the different styles of getting around in different parts of the world (that I have experienced anyway). When I was in Europe, trains seem to be the main mode of transportation. While here in Israel, buses have become that M.O. In the U.S. cars are the way to go. Funny how your eyes are opened up to different things depending on what you travel to get to where you're going. Tata!
Christmas in November
Christmas decorations in NOVEMBER?! Most exclamations of incredulity would be well justified but there is always an exception to every rule. In this case, that exception is Mr. L.L.'s house in Jerusalem, Israel. Mr. L is an extremely active public speaker and world traveler so when he comes home, naturally the masses follow too and make it extremely difficult and hectic to even consider decorating the house with Christmas cheer when he is in residence. So when Mr. L is away in North America the perfect opportunity presents itself for decorating his humble abode with all the gaiety of the holiday season. I'll have to admit though, it felt pretty strange setting up and decorating a Christmas tree on November 16th and most of the cheerful spirit normal to the decorating of a tree was severely lacking.
When I spoke of Mr. L's house as a 'humble abode' I'm afraid that was with a bit of sarcasm mixed in. It's not huge by any stretch of the imagination, but it is so crammed full of artifacts from ages past that antique dealers would find themselves in heaven were they to darken his door. In fact, while decorating I noticed a magnificent old grand-father clock in one of the corners. When I remarked on it, one of the guys I was helping mentioned that 'Oh yeah, that clock is older than U.S.A.' WHAT?! As it turns out the clock is somewhere around 350 years old. Gulp!!
Anyway, the fellows who stay and keep L company were tasked with decorating the house before L returned but not without a delicious twist. L loves his decorations so much that they have to be in exactly the same location every year! We're talking exact locations! 'No, oh just throw that Chinese lantern up there and let it dangle.' No, there are three specific Chinese lanterns in the corner of the living room and they all have to hang to a specific length. How on earth would you know what length it was last year to this year? I'll tell you, they have pictures of exactly how the decorations are to go. So when I got there to assist my mates I was handed an eight-an-a-half by eleven sheet of paper with four pictures on it illustrating for me exactly where the decorations went (and they had a whole stack of sheets with pictures on them). Oy vey! It was almost like putting a puzzle together, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
The other monstrosity was the Christmas tree. Holy toledo! That thing has more baubles, birds, beads, lights, pomegranates, candles, ornaments (both glass and straw), than you could ever imagine!! I'm sure I'm forgetting some ornaments on that thing too. It's a fake tree and is actually tied to a hook in the wall to prevent it from following Pisa's example (though this one would go in a much more rapid fashion than the one in Italy). I'm told that it did fall last year and made a royal mess. Absolutely no joke, that tree has easily over 125 decorations littering it's branches. It's beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it took a long time to decorate! Good thing it will be up until the middle of February. Hey why not? If you expend so much effort into decorating, why not let it sit for three months!!
The blokes who take care of L are a bundle of fun! I mostly spent time with R and N as we plugged away at the beautification of the living room (we even spilled over a little bit into the dining room). Both are from Britain and have sweet British accents. It was amazing, after talking with them for awhile, I found myself talking in a similar manner (nowhere near as well though). I was quite tickled because I've tried to talk with that accent before but without a good model of how it is actually done. As it turns out, I'm not as bad as I thought I was at speaking like a Brit. (note to readers.....don't bother asking me to speak like one...it's got to come out natural like...haha).
Thus ends my adventure of decorating for the Lord's birth well over a month in advance. I guess there really is something to waiting until a little closer to 'get into the spirit' of Christmas. Yeah, it's called AFTER Thanksgiving! Cheers!
When I spoke of Mr. L's house as a 'humble abode' I'm afraid that was with a bit of sarcasm mixed in. It's not huge by any stretch of the imagination, but it is so crammed full of artifacts from ages past that antique dealers would find themselves in heaven were they to darken his door. In fact, while decorating I noticed a magnificent old grand-father clock in one of the corners. When I remarked on it, one of the guys I was helping mentioned that 'Oh yeah, that clock is older than U.S.A.' WHAT?! As it turns out the clock is somewhere around 350 years old. Gulp!!
Anyway, the fellows who stay and keep L company were tasked with decorating the house before L returned but not without a delicious twist. L loves his decorations so much that they have to be in exactly the same location every year! We're talking exact locations! 'No, oh just throw that Chinese lantern up there and let it dangle.' No, there are three specific Chinese lanterns in the corner of the living room and they all have to hang to a specific length. How on earth would you know what length it was last year to this year? I'll tell you, they have pictures of exactly how the decorations are to go. So when I got there to assist my mates I was handed an eight-an-a-half by eleven sheet of paper with four pictures on it illustrating for me exactly where the decorations went (and they had a whole stack of sheets with pictures on them). Oy vey! It was almost like putting a puzzle together, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
The other monstrosity was the Christmas tree. Holy toledo! That thing has more baubles, birds, beads, lights, pomegranates, candles, ornaments (both glass and straw), than you could ever imagine!! I'm sure I'm forgetting some ornaments on that thing too. It's a fake tree and is actually tied to a hook in the wall to prevent it from following Pisa's example (though this one would go in a much more rapid fashion than the one in Italy). I'm told that it did fall last year and made a royal mess. Absolutely no joke, that tree has easily over 125 decorations littering it's branches. It's beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it took a long time to decorate! Good thing it will be up until the middle of February. Hey why not? If you expend so much effort into decorating, why not let it sit for three months!!
The blokes who take care of L are a bundle of fun! I mostly spent time with R and N as we plugged away at the beautification of the living room (we even spilled over a little bit into the dining room). Both are from Britain and have sweet British accents. It was amazing, after talking with them for awhile, I found myself talking in a similar manner (nowhere near as well though). I was quite tickled because I've tried to talk with that accent before but without a good model of how it is actually done. As it turns out, I'm not as bad as I thought I was at speaking like a Brit. (note to readers.....don't bother asking me to speak like one...it's got to come out natural like...haha).
Thus ends my adventure of decorating for the Lord's birth well over a month in advance. I guess there really is something to waiting until a little closer to 'get into the spirit' of Christmas. Yeah, it's called AFTER Thanksgiving! Cheers!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tanks Ahoy!
(spoiler alert...guys may appreciate this post more than girls due to it's extensive metal content)I never realized how many things tanks could be used for! I had thought they were simply hunks of metal that shot large shells long distances, but I had my assumptions corrected after visiting the Armored Corp. museum and memorial in Latrun, Israel (about 160 tanks there). The trip was a birthday present on Monday for D.A. who turned sixteen and boy did he enjoy himself (and so did I and Mr. A).
Everything from troop transport to engineering, tanks provide the back-bone for the Israeli military. It was fascinating to see tanks whose sole purpose was to deploy a steel bridge over a river (or whatever else stands in their way). I espied one tank whose only job consisted of acting as a staging platform for other tanks and military things to be assembled on. Did you know there are tanks that are rocket launchers? Fascinating! Tanks are even used for plowing! haha. Can you imagine paying to have your snow removed by a tank?
"Hey Ma, could you stop the vacuum cleaner from making so much noise? I'm trying to watch tv here!"
"No, honey sorry. That's the tank outside bull dozing your snow fort."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah, they cut us an extra special price, so I figured hey, why not employ a tank instead of a truck to clean up the snow this year."
"But I worked so hard on that thing Ma..."
"Sorry honey...." (evil grin)
(Maybe I should go into the business of Calvin & Hobbes imitation comics...just kidding).
Course they also pack some serious fire-power with heavy machine guns and their cannons. They literally are the modern day cannon...except they have tracks that allow them to be mobile and extremely dangerous! Israel as a nation is able to construct their own tanks by themselves! Now think about that for a second. A country the size of New Jersey and they can build their own tanks? Very dangerous (I wouldn't even trust NJ with tanks....hahaha...just had to throw in a poke at the 'armpit of the East coast' as my NJ friends call their own state). Oh, by the way, they could call up and mobilize over a million men in less than forty-eight hours. But then again, when you're surrounded by nations that hate your guts, you've gotta always be prepared. We in America haven't had to experience this in quite the same way and for that I'm extremely grateful.
I loved Latrun and I was very glad to have my assumptions about tanks corrected. I've only begun to scratch the surface of how awesome the tank museum was. I'm so glad I had this opportunity!
(a video was supposed to be uploaded with this post, but I'm afraid pictures will have to suffice. If you'd ever like to see them just let me know)
Everything from troop transport to engineering, tanks provide the back-bone for the Israeli military. It was fascinating to see tanks whose sole purpose was to deploy a steel bridge over a river (or whatever else stands in their way). I espied one tank whose only job consisted of acting as a staging platform for other tanks and military things to be assembled on. Did you know there are tanks that are rocket launchers? Fascinating! Tanks are even used for plowing! haha. Can you imagine paying to have your snow removed by a tank?
"Hey Ma, could you stop the vacuum cleaner from making so much noise? I'm trying to watch tv here!"
"No, honey sorry. That's the tank outside bull dozing your snow fort."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah, they cut us an extra special price, so I figured hey, why not employ a tank instead of a truck to clean up the snow this year."
"But I worked so hard on that thing Ma..."
"Sorry honey...." (evil grin)
(Maybe I should go into the business of Calvin & Hobbes imitation comics...just kidding).
Course they also pack some serious fire-power with heavy machine guns and their cannons. They literally are the modern day cannon...except they have tracks that allow them to be mobile and extremely dangerous! Israel as a nation is able to construct their own tanks by themselves! Now think about that for a second. A country the size of New Jersey and they can build their own tanks? Very dangerous (I wouldn't even trust NJ with tanks....hahaha...just had to throw in a poke at the 'armpit of the East coast' as my NJ friends call their own state). Oh, by the way, they could call up and mobilize over a million men in less than forty-eight hours. But then again, when you're surrounded by nations that hate your guts, you've gotta always be prepared. We in America haven't had to experience this in quite the same way and for that I'm extremely grateful.
I loved Latrun and I was very glad to have my assumptions about tanks corrected. I've only begun to scratch the surface of how awesome the tank museum was. I'm so glad I had this opportunity!
(a video was supposed to be uploaded with this post, but I'm afraid pictures will have to suffice. If you'd ever like to see them just let me know)
Friday, November 12, 2010
Adventures of a Wanderer in Jerusalem
Today is Friday. 'Well duh', some might say, but here in Israel that day takes on a whole new meaning. It's actually a double meaning because it is the muslims holy day and it is the beginning of Shabbat for the Jews. Shabbat is something near and dear to my heart as I've observed the sabbath all my life. There's something special about observing a day that you know is special to the Lord. I find it refreshing, invigorating, and an absolute life-saver. Many a time I've dragged myself through the week with nought but the sabbath to keep me going. So, with the arrival of Friday, I'd decided earlier this week that I wanted to begin the sabbath down at the Western Wall with my Jewish compatriots, and so I set off via bus for the W.W. and the Old City.
Unfortunately, because the Jews don't really appreciate lots of cameras in the secluded area of the W.W., I had to resort to an overlook above the W.W. from which to watch and take my photos. My fortune couldn't have been greater!! Arriving there before sundown, which is when Shabbat begins, I was a bit dismayed to see the railing filled with tourists and others desiring to take pictures of the wall. But a kind Texan welcomed me beside her by beckoning me up to the rail after she noticed me patiently waiting; I wasn't about to give up that position for the next hour+ of time.
Soon after the group from Texas vacated the look-out who should appear but 40+ Israeli Air Force men and women in their khaki uniforms! The Air Force khaki distinguishes this branch of the military from the Olive Green clad IDF (Israeli Defense Force...their normal military which is equivalent to our Army), but who would have thunk that the Air Force carry automatic weapons?! (Alright so that was a bit of a facetious comment as I know every branch of the military needs to carry weapons while on the ground, but I did think it amusing and a tad bit ironic). As excited as I was to share my perch with this group, I was even more over-joyed by the next group that followed the Air Force.
YESHIVA STUDENTS! I have no idea what age group this dynamic is made up of, but guessing from the looks of them, most of them were in high school and some in college. A whole big group of them (gestimated 30-50) poured into the look-out and took up residence. This was to be their prayer and singing location before approaching the Wall itself. I was overjoyed as I was treated to a full demonstration of their prayers, singing, and dancing. (At the end of the blog post I'm going to attach a short clip of them singing and dancing.) Their singing made my heart soar! I'm looking forward to the day when they'll know their true Savior King Jesus, and they'll sing with the same amount of energy and enthusiasm! This was definitely an adventure worth coming to Jerusalem for!
My final adventure was alas, not so joyous. I was walking up King David's Street, which is the walking thoroughfare through the middle of the Old City, headed towards Jaffa gate, when people started running down the street towards me. No joke, the people looked like waves rolling forwards amidst the harsh cry of "Jews!". I didn't know what was going on, but I decided I'd better step aside and not get entangled in any international incidents. At last the mob materialized into four or five Jews running down the street with a host of Arab shopkeepers giving chase. One of the Arabs had a hold of one of the Jews coats and was trying to slow him down. But the Jew tore free with his jacket intact and disappeared with his fellows down the street towards the Western Wall. Confused and wondering what had just happened, I continued on my way walking up the street, taking some pictures as I went. Near as I can tell as I passed by a couple shops that had some of their wares strewn about the street (and shopkeepers picking up after them), the Jews had decided to ransack the outside of a couple of shops on their way down to the Wall and then taken off running and the Arabs had come pounding after them like a swarm of hornets. I felt bad for the Arab shopkeepers and ashamed for those who, for whatever reason, perpetrated this unfortunate incident. But, nevertheless, it was an adventure worthy of noting.
Finally, I meandered outside the walls and enjoyed shooting night shots of the walls of Jerusalem (courtesy of D.A.'s small tripod, without which my shots would have been blurry). I really enjoy photography and this was an opportunity to make use of my hobby and make some memories for myself while on this trip. I then tramped home through the night and successfully survived the 2+ mile walk home, where I am writing this post. How thoughtful of me... :P Thus ends another day of adventures in Jerusalem.
Unfortunately, because the Jews don't really appreciate lots of cameras in the secluded area of the W.W., I had to resort to an overlook above the W.W. from which to watch and take my photos. My fortune couldn't have been greater!! Arriving there before sundown, which is when Shabbat begins, I was a bit dismayed to see the railing filled with tourists and others desiring to take pictures of the wall. But a kind Texan welcomed me beside her by beckoning me up to the rail after she noticed me patiently waiting; I wasn't about to give up that position for the next hour+ of time.
Soon after the group from Texas vacated the look-out who should appear but 40+ Israeli Air Force men and women in their khaki uniforms! The Air Force khaki distinguishes this branch of the military from the Olive Green clad IDF (Israeli Defense Force...their normal military which is equivalent to our Army), but who would have thunk that the Air Force carry automatic weapons?! (Alright so that was a bit of a facetious comment as I know every branch of the military needs to carry weapons while on the ground, but I did think it amusing and a tad bit ironic). As excited as I was to share my perch with this group, I was even more over-joyed by the next group that followed the Air Force.
YESHIVA STUDENTS! I have no idea what age group this dynamic is made up of, but guessing from the looks of them, most of them were in high school and some in college. A whole big group of them (gestimated 30-50) poured into the look-out and took up residence. This was to be their prayer and singing location before approaching the Wall itself. I was overjoyed as I was treated to a full demonstration of their prayers, singing, and dancing. (At the end of the blog post I'm going to attach a short clip of them singing and dancing.) Their singing made my heart soar! I'm looking forward to the day when they'll know their true Savior King Jesus, and they'll sing with the same amount of energy and enthusiasm! This was definitely an adventure worth coming to Jerusalem for!
My final adventure was alas, not so joyous. I was walking up King David's Street, which is the walking thoroughfare through the middle of the Old City, headed towards Jaffa gate, when people started running down the street towards me. No joke, the people looked like waves rolling forwards amidst the harsh cry of "Jews!". I didn't know what was going on, but I decided I'd better step aside and not get entangled in any international incidents. At last the mob materialized into four or five Jews running down the street with a host of Arab shopkeepers giving chase. One of the Arabs had a hold of one of the Jews coats and was trying to slow him down. But the Jew tore free with his jacket intact and disappeared with his fellows down the street towards the Western Wall. Confused and wondering what had just happened, I continued on my way walking up the street, taking some pictures as I went. Near as I can tell as I passed by a couple shops that had some of their wares strewn about the street (and shopkeepers picking up after them), the Jews had decided to ransack the outside of a couple of shops on their way down to the Wall and then taken off running and the Arabs had come pounding after them like a swarm of hornets. I felt bad for the Arab shopkeepers and ashamed for those who, for whatever reason, perpetrated this unfortunate incident. But, nevertheless, it was an adventure worthy of noting.
Finally, I meandered outside the walls and enjoyed shooting night shots of the walls of Jerusalem (courtesy of D.A.'s small tripod, without which my shots would have been blurry). I really enjoy photography and this was an opportunity to make use of my hobby and make some memories for myself while on this trip. I then tramped home through the night and successfully survived the 2+ mile walk home, where I am writing this post. How thoughtful of me... :P Thus ends another day of adventures in Jerusalem.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Storms?
"The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing." Zephaniah 3:17 (ESV)
This is a verse that has blessed me in the last several months. I was really seeking God during the Feast of Harvest and noticed this verse in flipping through my bible(s). One of the most enjoyable things I've found is transferring truth from one Bible to another. You know, when you've written some key insight or note in one Bible and then when you've grabbed your 'other' Bible on the way out the door and discover you haven't underlined the same passage...? For me, I want to emphasize all the lessons I've learned in whatever Bible I'm using. Some would tell me to consolidate it all down into one Bible, but I'm afraid I'm not going to do that. One of my texts I've purposefully dubbed my 'counseling Bible' because in it I have made extra effort to highlight and note scriptures that could benefit me in counseling situations (anger, lust, wisdom, etc.) that I might encounter and I don't want to cram all my notes and lessons JUST into one copy of the scriptures.
(chuckle) I realize that might sound a bit like an a oxymoron, but I don't think it really is. Anyway, the thought that God the Father would 'quiet me by his love' I found to be extremely comforting. Here in Israel there are storms and trials; in fact those storms are simply called life. In America we've gotten so accustomed to our 'to-do' lists that we forget what it is to simply live life. Sure, it's a blessing to get a lot of things done and cross them off our 'list' but that is not the end all by any means. When's the last time you simply lived life and were thankful God brought you safely to the grocery store and back? That's life, the little things. Take joy in the little things today my friends and enjoy the 'storms.' After all, the Master of Wind and Waves is with you in the boat and He'll never let you go down!
This is a verse that has blessed me in the last several months. I was really seeking God during the Feast of Harvest and noticed this verse in flipping through my bible(s). One of the most enjoyable things I've found is transferring truth from one Bible to another. You know, when you've written some key insight or note in one Bible and then when you've grabbed your 'other' Bible on the way out the door and discover you haven't underlined the same passage...? For me, I want to emphasize all the lessons I've learned in whatever Bible I'm using. Some would tell me to consolidate it all down into one Bible, but I'm afraid I'm not going to do that. One of my texts I've purposefully dubbed my 'counseling Bible' because in it I have made extra effort to highlight and note scriptures that could benefit me in counseling situations (anger, lust, wisdom, etc.) that I might encounter and I don't want to cram all my notes and lessons JUST into one copy of the scriptures.
(chuckle) I realize that might sound a bit like an a oxymoron, but I don't think it really is. Anyway, the thought that God the Father would 'quiet me by his love' I found to be extremely comforting. Here in Israel there are storms and trials; in fact those storms are simply called life. In America we've gotten so accustomed to our 'to-do' lists that we forget what it is to simply live life. Sure, it's a blessing to get a lot of things done and cross them off our 'list' but that is not the end all by any means. When's the last time you simply lived life and were thankful God brought you safely to the grocery store and back? That's life, the little things. Take joy in the little things today my friends and enjoy the 'storms.' After all, the Master of Wind and Waves is with you in the boat and He'll never let you go down!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Blessing & Differences
It sure is neat to witness God's blessing! I had a chance to witness that on Friday. But some background information is required, though since you know the story ends happily, your mind will be able to jump to the conclusion before I get there. Anyway, when Mr. A had gone with the movers to our storage facility in Bet Shemesh on Wednesday, he had a sheaf of papers with him in a plastic sleeve (contract and proof of this and that). Though none of the documents were completely irreplaceable, when he left that location and headed to set-up the gas line for the apartment here, which required at least one of those documents, they were nowhere to be found! He ransacked his backpack and we prayed here at the apartment that God would cause those papers to turn up. In our timing that would have taken place that same day, but God had something else in mind.
Fast forward to Friday and we were able to get the gas hooked up without those papers in that particular stack. Mr. and Mrs. A and I were on our way to Ramat Bet Shemesh to examine and possibly purchase a closet/wardrobe, which do not come standard over here. As we were going to be passing near the storage facility, Mr. A suggested we swing by and see if the papers had simply blown off the roof of the car or something like that. We traversed through the valley on narrow roads and as we rounded the corner to our storage facility we spied something on the ground. None other than our missing plastic sleeve of papers! God had answered our prayers, though not in our own timing. It was a great blessing and relief to have them back!
Ahem, now onto some differences here. (chuckle) There are many, but here are several I've noticed so far that either struck me as unusual, humorous, or cute. First all, they don't have closets over here. You either have to buy wardrobe's or hang your clothes on metal poles that mimic closet rods. I'm sure it saves on space and design since space is so limited over here, but it's just an example of something I guess I've taken for granted and I shouldn't.
Second, and I probably wouldn't have noticed this difference if it weren't for the fact that I sat in the car on the way back from Bet Shemesh while Mrs. A went into get some grcoeries, but the shopping carts go sideways! Yup, you read correctly. Instead of having those limiters on the wheels that only allow them to go straight (analogous to a horse with blinders on making it go straight and if it didn't it could get distracted to this side or that) they don't have them so the wheels spin free. I found it quite amusing to witness carts going sideways as their owners pushed them along. In some ways I'll bet the limiters are a good invention, but it was eye-opening to see the converse.
Finally, Shabbat flowers. Either I didn't witness this when I was here before, or had simply forgotten, but it is a custom for Jewish men to bring home flowers to their wives for Shabbat. So you will see by bus stops and at intersections little flower stands popping up, sometimes as early as Wednesday, in anticipation of Shabbat. Flowers are relatively inexpensive over here and they provide color and fragrance to the home. Traditions sometimes can be very beneficial and a great blessing! :)
Fast forward to Friday and we were able to get the gas hooked up without those papers in that particular stack. Mr. and Mrs. A and I were on our way to Ramat Bet Shemesh to examine and possibly purchase a closet/wardrobe, which do not come standard over here. As we were going to be passing near the storage facility, Mr. A suggested we swing by and see if the papers had simply blown off the roof of the car or something like that. We traversed through the valley on narrow roads and as we rounded the corner to our storage facility we spied something on the ground. None other than our missing plastic sleeve of papers! God had answered our prayers, though not in our own timing. It was a great blessing and relief to have them back!
Ahem, now onto some differences here. (chuckle) There are many, but here are several I've noticed so far that either struck me as unusual, humorous, or cute. First all, they don't have closets over here. You either have to buy wardrobe's or hang your clothes on metal poles that mimic closet rods. I'm sure it saves on space and design since space is so limited over here, but it's just an example of something I guess I've taken for granted and I shouldn't.
Second, and I probably wouldn't have noticed this difference if it weren't for the fact that I sat in the car on the way back from Bet Shemesh while Mrs. A went into get some grcoeries, but the shopping carts go sideways! Yup, you read correctly. Instead of having those limiters on the wheels that only allow them to go straight (analogous to a horse with blinders on making it go straight and if it didn't it could get distracted to this side or that) they don't have them so the wheels spin free. I found it quite amusing to witness carts going sideways as their owners pushed them along. In some ways I'll bet the limiters are a good invention, but it was eye-opening to see the converse.
Finally, Shabbat flowers. Either I didn't witness this when I was here before, or had simply forgotten, but it is a custom for Jewish men to bring home flowers to their wives for Shabbat. So you will see by bus stops and at intersections little flower stands popping up, sometimes as early as Wednesday, in anticipation of Shabbat. Flowers are relatively inexpensive over here and they provide color and fragrance to the home. Traditions sometimes can be very beneficial and a great blessing! :)
Friday, November 5, 2010
Memory Lane
The Shuk. Sometime, you should experience it for yourself. But until you get that opportunity, I'll try and describe it a little bit (and for those who have frequented that bustling and busy hive of activity you will know what I am trying to describe. Hopefully you won't look down on my meager attempt to bring some life to the trip I took yesterday to this produce wonderland).
For those desiring a short and sweet explanation of what the Shuk really is, I'll try and sum it up in a sentence (perhaps two). It's a market where a lot of fresh produce is sold (as well as some other odds and ends). Well there ya go. That's it in a sentence (I actually did hold it to merely one...not bad if I don't say so myself).
Now for those who desire a little bit more detail and description of where we go to purchase our fresh fruits and vegetables. I would almost describe it as being held in several alleys but without the dark and dank feel the word ally conjures up. It's well lit and covered over by opaque rounded plastic, but it isn't very wide. It's length is a long city block with several smaller side 'streets' that also hold vendors. Almost EVERY fruit and vegetable imaginable is sold in the Shuk (though the time and season does also dictate what you can find there)! Flat stands holding tomatoes, green beans, lettuce, potatoes, onions, fresh corn, squash, dates, raisins, granola, apples, bananas, pears, kiwis, and much much more (including olive oil, fish, turkey, beef, and head coverings) stretch the length of both sides of the Shuk. Behind each stand resides an Arabic or Jewish shopkeeper hawking their wares with great vim and vigor (let me tell you it can be a bit overwhelming if visited for the first time). Mrs. A explained that shopping there can be a bit exhausting, but the prices can be cheaper than the regular grocery store and the wares are extremely fresh (she bought flat bread that was still warm!). Wow! I almost forgot to round out the picture for you.
In addition to above, imagine people filling the aisles like waves that ebb and flow, walking up and down the aisles, picking over the best fruits, talking to the vendors, telling them what they want, asking how much for this or that. Older and younger Jewish women with their hair tied up in buns covered by scarves of various sedate colors, Jewish men ancient and young complete with their thick brimmed black hats, prayer tassels, and side-curls shopping for the family groceries. Secular Jews marked merely by their yarmulke along with Arabs and completely secular Israelis also bustle through the market shopping for their various needs. The differences in people there are endless! I can't believe I almost forgot to describe the most fascinating part of the Shuk. Each has a story and a life in this special land.
Other countries boast similar ways of buying produce, but the Shuk is an experience all it's own that everybody should enjoy at least once in their lives.
Here's a picture that I am very tactfully providing for your benefit after attempting to describe my shopping experience. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and though I haven't written one thousand words, I'll hope you enjoy!
For those desiring a short and sweet explanation of what the Shuk really is, I'll try and sum it up in a sentence (perhaps two). It's a market where a lot of fresh produce is sold (as well as some other odds and ends). Well there ya go. That's it in a sentence (I actually did hold it to merely one...not bad if I don't say so myself).
Now for those who desire a little bit more detail and description of where we go to purchase our fresh fruits and vegetables. I would almost describe it as being held in several alleys but without the dark and dank feel the word ally conjures up. It's well lit and covered over by opaque rounded plastic, but it isn't very wide. It's length is a long city block with several smaller side 'streets' that also hold vendors. Almost EVERY fruit and vegetable imaginable is sold in the Shuk (though the time and season does also dictate what you can find there)! Flat stands holding tomatoes, green beans, lettuce, potatoes, onions, fresh corn, squash, dates, raisins, granola, apples, bananas, pears, kiwis, and much much more (including olive oil, fish, turkey, beef, and head coverings) stretch the length of both sides of the Shuk. Behind each stand resides an Arabic or Jewish shopkeeper hawking their wares with great vim and vigor (let me tell you it can be a bit overwhelming if visited for the first time). Mrs. A explained that shopping there can be a bit exhausting, but the prices can be cheaper than the regular grocery store and the wares are extremely fresh (she bought flat bread that was still warm!). Wow! I almost forgot to round out the picture for you.
In addition to above, imagine people filling the aisles like waves that ebb and flow, walking up and down the aisles, picking over the best fruits, talking to the vendors, telling them what they want, asking how much for this or that. Older and younger Jewish women with their hair tied up in buns covered by scarves of various sedate colors, Jewish men ancient and young complete with their thick brimmed black hats, prayer tassels, and side-curls shopping for the family groceries. Secular Jews marked merely by their yarmulke along with Arabs and completely secular Israelis also bustle through the market shopping for their various needs. The differences in people there are endless! I can't believe I almost forgot to describe the most fascinating part of the Shuk. Each has a story and a life in this special land.
Other countries boast similar ways of buying produce, but the Shuk is an experience all it's own that everybody should enjoy at least once in their lives.
Here's a picture that I am very tactfully providing for your benefit after attempting to describe my shopping experience. They say a picture is worth a thousand words and though I haven't written one thousand words, I'll hope you enjoy!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Miraculous Break Down
Tada! Israel. Mhm, here I is (recovering from jet-sickness) but nevertheless sane and in my right mind. Thank the Lord for a smooth entrance into the country. I was stopped before getting to passport control and questioned, but provided satisfactory answers to the security guard who had stopped me. It was still a little nerve wracking, but I had a sense of peace throughout the whole process. After all, if God wanted me here, He'd clear the way.
I must say it sure was nice to see a smiling face in the form of Ms. L.A. once I had procured my duffel bag from the proverbial circling baggage claim (I wonder if such a thing as a different patterned baggage claim even exists...? Oh well). She had graciously come down to help me navigate my way via the Israeli bus system (I might have been able to figure out what was going on, but it was much nicer to have somebody else bearing that responsibility for me after my flight). It did turn out to be a bit of a challenge. First of all, we walked out of the airport on the wrong floor and found out that buses don't even depart from the third level of the pick-up area (note to anyone else coming over. The bus departs from the 2nd level of the parking pick-up area). Next, after waiting for the city bus that would take us out to the main route headed for Jerusalem, we wended our way around the airport for what seemed like ten minutes! It might have actually been that amount of time. L checked with that bus driver and he dropped us off at what he TOLD us was the correct pick-up point for bus 947 to Jerusalem. But for some strange reason, the bus sign did not have that numbered bus as one of its frequenters. So L became a little suspicious and finally asked an IDF soldier. He informed her that we were at the wrong place and pointed her to the right one. We were at the correct junction, but pointed the wrong direction.
Bus 947 took an eternity to come (it was most definitely late!) according to the schedule which it was supposed to be running on. Finally, to top it all off, on our way up the steep hills heading into Jerusalem, the bus broke down! It had pulled off at a stop before cresting the hill and heading down and it couldn't go any further. It started, but when the bus tried to engage in drive, it stalled and died. Wonder of wonders though it had miraculously stalled at the very stop we would have gotten off at if we were going to have walked to Moza Illit! God definitely knew what He was doing with that one. So L and I began trudging our way up and then down to the house with her parents coming along behind in their vehicle. We could have stopped and waited, but I figured we might as well walk as far as we could get before they picked us up. They did for the last half-a-mile or so and voila, we were there! I'm sorry this has been abysmal in it's descriptive quality, but I'm feeling more in descriptive mode than story mode. I'm sure you'll manage.
The evening held meeting of new friends, connecting via the internet with home, showering, eating, and finally making my way to bed about 8 p.m. All told it was a God blessed day and I'm safely in God's land!
I must say it sure was nice to see a smiling face in the form of Ms. L.A. once I had procured my duffel bag from the proverbial circling baggage claim (I wonder if such a thing as a different patterned baggage claim even exists...? Oh well). She had graciously come down to help me navigate my way via the Israeli bus system (I might have been able to figure out what was going on, but it was much nicer to have somebody else bearing that responsibility for me after my flight). It did turn out to be a bit of a challenge. First of all, we walked out of the airport on the wrong floor and found out that buses don't even depart from the third level of the pick-up area (note to anyone else coming over. The bus departs from the 2nd level of the parking pick-up area). Next, after waiting for the city bus that would take us out to the main route headed for Jerusalem, we wended our way around the airport for what seemed like ten minutes! It might have actually been that amount of time. L checked with that bus driver and he dropped us off at what he TOLD us was the correct pick-up point for bus 947 to Jerusalem. But for some strange reason, the bus sign did not have that numbered bus as one of its frequenters. So L became a little suspicious and finally asked an IDF soldier. He informed her that we were at the wrong place and pointed her to the right one. We were at the correct junction, but pointed the wrong direction.
Bus 947 took an eternity to come (it was most definitely late!) according to the schedule which it was supposed to be running on. Finally, to top it all off, on our way up the steep hills heading into Jerusalem, the bus broke down! It had pulled off at a stop before cresting the hill and heading down and it couldn't go any further. It started, but when the bus tried to engage in drive, it stalled and died. Wonder of wonders though it had miraculously stalled at the very stop we would have gotten off at if we were going to have walked to Moza Illit! God definitely knew what He was doing with that one. So L and I began trudging our way up and then down to the house with her parents coming along behind in their vehicle. We could have stopped and waited, but I figured we might as well walk as far as we could get before they picked us up. They did for the last half-a-mile or so and voila, we were there! I'm sorry this has been abysmal in it's descriptive quality, but I'm feeling more in descriptive mode than story mode. I'm sure you'll manage.
The evening held meeting of new friends, connecting via the internet with home, showering, eating, and finally making my way to bed about 8 p.m. All told it was a God blessed day and I'm safely in God's land!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Look B4 you Leap
Hello Friends! Um, unfortunately I'm still alive, unfortunate for you that is. No 'kicking of the bucket' for me. That means you get to wade through another post from yours truly! I'm quite relieved to still be breathing good ol' oxygen. In fact, I get to relax a little bit today and enjoy the Sabbath without too many extracurricular activities (last week I was in Pennsylvania, weekend before that saw the wrap up of the Feast of Tabernacles, and the weekend before that was the beginning of that same Feast).
In this post I'm hoping to tie together a theme that seems to be cropping up more than normal in my own life and a piece of scripture my eyes took in during my devotions this morning. I believe the Lord enabled me to glimpse a fuller insight into perhaps one of the meanings of this piece of scripture. "If you would like to follow along..." Okay, so that is a sermon phrase, and I'm not here to preach a sermon on this topic. :) But the passage is Matthew 7:13-14 which says: "Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few." I don't know how many of you have seen this, but there is a poster illustrating this concept. It is incredibly detailed and a helpful reminder of what a serious reality the 'broad and narrow' way really are. I have it hanging over my bed at home (and perhaps will attach a picture so you can also receive blessing and benefit from it's truth).
The theme is this: As a follower of Jesus Christ, I need to carefully examine and evaluate every facet of my life rather than just getting sucked along with the world I live in and its insidious attitudes. "Let me xplain.." (Okay, so if you haven't ever seen the Princess Bride, you wouldn't get that quote....lol.) Music, media, how time is spent, etc. all have to be carefully evaluated, because they are mediums through which the decay of my faith can so easily take place. I can't make the unequivocal statement that all Christians don't fully examine these different facets of their lives, but it seems like few really do. The justification of entertainment, or peer pressure or, you fill in the blank adds to the general uniformity between believers and nonbelievers. They don't seem to realize the full import the effect(s) of materialism, humanism, hedonism, and other worldly attitudes can have on their faith. Music as an example is one of the greatest mediums through which these attitudes are propagated. Am I then condemning all music of this type as wrong for believers in Jesus to listen to? No, I'm not making that strong a statement. But what I am saying is, we need to be aware of those themes and messages conveyed in the music, and weigh the effects it can have on our spiritual sensitivity or other areas of our lives. Because believe me, it will have an effect. Don't merely allow yourself to get sucked along with the tide of the world and its pleasures without examining where that path leads you.
It was neat because I was able to have dialogue with several brothers in Christ (only one of which I'll discuss here) earlier this summer on this type of thought progression. For one the subject was dancing. Now I'm not here to debate the biblical approach to that prevalent form of entertainment, but I was able to discuss with my 'brother' how he has gone about evaluating that entertainment. Personally, if that is something you have sought God over, and He has led/allowed you to enjoy that form of entertainment, who am I to step in and say that God is wrong. That is something between you and God; and that is how this discussion played out. But the time has to be taken to ask God what He thinks. That is the essential ingredient in this whole equation!!! Because if my 'brother' or any other follower of Christ doesn't take the time to listen to what God may be saying about that issue to them personally, its the same as getting sucked along with the world and its pleasures. Christians are called to be salt and light, both of which are distinct because they are not the norm. As such, as a follower of Jesus I need to be different and distinct!
Perhaps those who take time to see what God says about the nitty-gritty in their lives are those on the 'narrow' path? It's not something that is easy and as a follower of Christ I shouldn't expect life to be easy. I have to strive to enter by the narrow gate! It takes work and effort on my part, but the rewards are otherworldly (literally). I've found this very challenging and encouraging to me and my own walk with God. Am I really seeking God for His direction in my music, media, or other areas of my life? If not, I should be. I need to be more aware of what I'm filling my mind with and not simply 'go with the flow'. After all I'm supposed to be different and if my life isn't different in this area, what other area will nonbelievers notice?
How about you? Are you looking B4 you leap or are you leaping B4 you look? It's between you and God, but I suggest you take the time to ask.
In this post I'm hoping to tie together a theme that seems to be cropping up more than normal in my own life and a piece of scripture my eyes took in during my devotions this morning. I believe the Lord enabled me to glimpse a fuller insight into perhaps one of the meanings of this piece of scripture. "If you would like to follow along..." Okay, so that is a sermon phrase, and I'm not here to preach a sermon on this topic. :) But the passage is Matthew 7:13-14 which says: "Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few." I don't know how many of you have seen this, but there is a poster illustrating this concept. It is incredibly detailed and a helpful reminder of what a serious reality the 'broad and narrow' way really are. I have it hanging over my bed at home (and perhaps will attach a picture so you can also receive blessing and benefit from it's truth).
The theme is this: As a follower of Jesus Christ, I need to carefully examine and evaluate every facet of my life rather than just getting sucked along with the world I live in and its insidious attitudes. "Let me xplain.." (Okay, so if you haven't ever seen the Princess Bride, you wouldn't get that quote....lol.) Music, media, how time is spent, etc. all have to be carefully evaluated, because they are mediums through which the decay of my faith can so easily take place. I can't make the unequivocal statement that all Christians don't fully examine these different facets of their lives, but it seems like few really do. The justification of entertainment, or peer pressure or, you fill in the blank adds to the general uniformity between believers and nonbelievers. They don't seem to realize the full import the effect(s) of materialism, humanism, hedonism, and other worldly attitudes can have on their faith. Music as an example is one of the greatest mediums through which these attitudes are propagated. Am I then condemning all music of this type as wrong for believers in Jesus to listen to? No, I'm not making that strong a statement. But what I am saying is, we need to be aware of those themes and messages conveyed in the music, and weigh the effects it can have on our spiritual sensitivity or other areas of our lives. Because believe me, it will have an effect. Don't merely allow yourself to get sucked along with the tide of the world and its pleasures without examining where that path leads you.
It was neat because I was able to have dialogue with several brothers in Christ (only one of which I'll discuss here) earlier this summer on this type of thought progression. For one the subject was dancing. Now I'm not here to debate the biblical approach to that prevalent form of entertainment, but I was able to discuss with my 'brother' how he has gone about evaluating that entertainment. Personally, if that is something you have sought God over, and He has led/allowed you to enjoy that form of entertainment, who am I to step in and say that God is wrong. That is something between you and God; and that is how this discussion played out. But the time has to be taken to ask God what He thinks. That is the essential ingredient in this whole equation!!! Because if my 'brother' or any other follower of Christ doesn't take the time to listen to what God may be saying about that issue to them personally, its the same as getting sucked along with the world and its pleasures. Christians are called to be salt and light, both of which are distinct because they are not the norm. As such, as a follower of Jesus I need to be different and distinct!
Perhaps those who take time to see what God says about the nitty-gritty in their lives are those on the 'narrow' path? It's not something that is easy and as a follower of Christ I shouldn't expect life to be easy. I have to strive to enter by the narrow gate! It takes work and effort on my part, but the rewards are otherworldly (literally). I've found this very challenging and encouraging to me and my own walk with God. Am I really seeking God for His direction in my music, media, or other areas of my life? If not, I should be. I need to be more aware of what I'm filling my mind with and not simply 'go with the flow'. After all I'm supposed to be different and if my life isn't different in this area, what other area will nonbelievers notice?
How about you? Are you looking B4 you leap or are you leaping B4 you look? It's between you and God, but I suggest you take the time to ask.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
"Hawsers away boys!"
Nautical term. Yes, I used a nautical term. Am I a nautical kinda fella? Well, no, not really. That fact is besides the point of my post. For those unfamiliar with this most common and oft used term, a hawser is a rope employed in many capacities upon the high seas. But for the purpose of this post, it illustrates a rope used to tie two ships together while on the open ocean. Sorry for those of you who are weary of my deep posts and thoughts brimming with spiritual benefit, but this is another one of those. The thought for this post alighted in (or on) my brain whilst sitting in the communion service that my church has on the first Sunday of every month.
I was listening to the testimonies that were being offered and for some reason the word "connections" sparked an image/vision in my mind. And this is what I saw:
A small ship out on the open ocean, a sloop not very strong or seaworthy and it was crippled and unable to sail (the ship provided a representation of me). And without the ability to sail, I couldn't make it to port in order to have the necessary repairs made on my frail frame. But then Jesus, represented by a larger ship came alongside and threw a hawser to me. Guess what that hawser represented? Communion with Jesus. Partaking of the Lord's table provided a connection between Jesus and myself that enabled us to be drawn closer together and allowed me to make the heavenly "port" of heaven.
Then I got to thinking, don't I need more than just one rope to keep me securely tied to my Master? The thoughts began trickling in and I realized there were other "hawsers" that kept me close to my best friend. Among them were church attendance, personal devotional time with Him, prayer, honoring of the shed blood of Jesus, and resisting the 'enemy' who would love to use his ax to cut the ropes that bind my ship to God's (and I'm sure there are many more that I haven't even thought of) [please excuse the "church" lingo for any reading this who are unfamiliar with this type of language. Please feel free to ask and I'll do my best to explain].
This whole thought pattern was both encouraging and inspiring to dwell upon. I can stay close to Jesus because He has provided a way! Ultimately I believe Christianity to be about a relationship with Jesus instead of the often thought of 'list of rules and do and do nots'. Hey I hope this thought and image will also be an encouragement to you as you face the trials of life upon the seas. Chuck that hawser and ride-out the storm secure in who your Anchor truly is!
I was listening to the testimonies that were being offered and for some reason the word "connections" sparked an image/vision in my mind. And this is what I saw:
A small ship out on the open ocean, a sloop not very strong or seaworthy and it was crippled and unable to sail (the ship provided a representation of me). And without the ability to sail, I couldn't make it to port in order to have the necessary repairs made on my frail frame. But then Jesus, represented by a larger ship came alongside and threw a hawser to me. Guess what that hawser represented? Communion with Jesus. Partaking of the Lord's table provided a connection between Jesus and myself that enabled us to be drawn closer together and allowed me to make the heavenly "port" of heaven.
Then I got to thinking, don't I need more than just one rope to keep me securely tied to my Master? The thoughts began trickling in and I realized there were other "hawsers" that kept me close to my best friend. Among them were church attendance, personal devotional time with Him, prayer, honoring of the shed blood of Jesus, and resisting the 'enemy' who would love to use his ax to cut the ropes that bind my ship to God's (and I'm sure there are many more that I haven't even thought of) [please excuse the "church" lingo for any reading this who are unfamiliar with this type of language. Please feel free to ask and I'll do my best to explain].
This whole thought pattern was both encouraging and inspiring to dwell upon. I can stay close to Jesus because He has provided a way! Ultimately I believe Christianity to be about a relationship with Jesus instead of the often thought of 'list of rules and do and do nots'. Hey I hope this thought and image will also be an encouragement to you as you face the trials of life upon the seas. Chuck that hawser and ride-out the storm secure in who your Anchor truly is!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Digging
I have just stumbled upon a button in my life that I wish I had known about before. It's called the 'preview all' button on your local iTunes album search. I'm currently previewing the soundtrack to the movie "Leap Year". I'm quite fond of that movie because of my Irish heritage. I'm darn proud to be Irish too!
"Ew! Yuck! Gross! Acky!" are all expressions of utmost distaste, yet they are ways of communicating emotion over something that needs to be done occasionally (no, I am not talking about changing diapers or any such nonsense). I'm referring to the fine art of vacuum cleaner regurgitation. Oh, you know, that thing you have to do when you think your trusty 'hoover' has successfully sucked up your favorite engagement ring. Wait a second, I don't have one of those and even if I had, how could it be my 'favorite'?! Don't puzzle over that one for too long. Merely thought of an amusing and entertaining object that my 'hoover' could inhale. Anyway, I had the extreme pleasure of sifting through the contents of my family's vacuum cleaners innards last night because the last three puzzle pieces of my mother's puzzle had gone AWOL. I didn't think my trusting servant had grasped those last three precious pieces, but I wanted to make sure. In short, I felt bad for what might have been my fault so I wanted to make every effort to vindicate myself.
I must say, and I'm not ashamed of admitting to the fact that I used gloves, but hair is extremely prevalent in our society. Whether it be on your noggin or in the belly of a vacuum cleaner. Yikes! Not to mention that I don't know the last time that thing had been cleaned out. Perhaps I was doing a favor to seek for that which was lost. But I can't take too much credit because my mother had already replaced the bag and all I had to do was physically touch (through the gloves) most of its contents. Did I find the pieces?? No, I didn't!! Argh! Those varmints weren't to be found in that bag, which means, I was released from suspicion!!
Still, that didn't resolve the problem that those three pieces still were on the outside lookin in. So I set upon a search and lo and behold, there was one sittin right on the floor of our living room just as saucy as you please (mom spotted that one)! Various chairs hit the floor in an effort to leave no stone unturned in my assiduous efforts to now find the last two pieces (in order to give some perspective, this is not just ANY ordinary puzzle. This is a mammoth one thousand piece puzzle of tiny proportions. No kidding the pieces were the smallest pieces I have ever seen in all my puzzle probing days. That is why they were lost much easier than most. They could get stuck in your clothes and you would have no clue where they had gone...and it was a challenge that had daunted our family for the last two weeks. There was no way I was going to give up without a fight!)
Hmmm only one more place to look. Under, in, or around the great papa chair in our corner. I wondered if the pieces had fallen down in the cracks, so I stuck my hand down to probe its depths. What's this? Oh, only the cover for the back of the chair. Nothing special. As I reach down again I'm ready for greatness. Must...keep...looking...eh? Oh, only the arm-rest cover. Sigh...eureka!!! There nestled together in a fold of the arm-rest cover were the two coveted last pieces to that puzzle! Thank you Jesus! So with a gleeful chortle of victory and triumph I hold up those two pieces and am rewarded with the extreme pleasure of depositing them into their proper abodes in that puzzle. (chuckle) In fact, they were the only pieces I put together in that puzzle. How fitting that the laziest puzzle person gets the last laugh? But then again, I had to endure the suffering and misery of that wretched vacuum cleaner bag. I guess after all poetic justice rules in the end!!
And that my friends, is the end of my tale. I'm Ronsard and I approve this message!
I hope you enjoy this sweet picture of the Grand Canal in Venice, Italy!!
"Ew! Yuck! Gross! Acky!" are all expressions of utmost distaste, yet they are ways of communicating emotion over something that needs to be done occasionally (no, I am not talking about changing diapers or any such nonsense). I'm referring to the fine art of vacuum cleaner regurgitation. Oh, you know, that thing you have to do when you think your trusty 'hoover' has successfully sucked up your favorite engagement ring. Wait a second, I don't have one of those and even if I had, how could it be my 'favorite'?! Don't puzzle over that one for too long. Merely thought of an amusing and entertaining object that my 'hoover' could inhale. Anyway, I had the extreme pleasure of sifting through the contents of my family's vacuum cleaners innards last night because the last three puzzle pieces of my mother's puzzle had gone AWOL. I didn't think my trusting servant had grasped those last three precious pieces, but I wanted to make sure. In short, I felt bad for what might have been my fault so I wanted to make every effort to vindicate myself.
I must say, and I'm not ashamed of admitting to the fact that I used gloves, but hair is extremely prevalent in our society. Whether it be on your noggin or in the belly of a vacuum cleaner. Yikes! Not to mention that I don't know the last time that thing had been cleaned out. Perhaps I was doing a favor to seek for that which was lost. But I can't take too much credit because my mother had already replaced the bag and all I had to do was physically touch (through the gloves) most of its contents. Did I find the pieces?? No, I didn't!! Argh! Those varmints weren't to be found in that bag, which means, I was released from suspicion!!
Still, that didn't resolve the problem that those three pieces still were on the outside lookin in. So I set upon a search and lo and behold, there was one sittin right on the floor of our living room just as saucy as you please (mom spotted that one)! Various chairs hit the floor in an effort to leave no stone unturned in my assiduous efforts to now find the last two pieces (in order to give some perspective, this is not just ANY ordinary puzzle. This is a mammoth one thousand piece puzzle of tiny proportions. No kidding the pieces were the smallest pieces I have ever seen in all my puzzle probing days. That is why they were lost much easier than most. They could get stuck in your clothes and you would have no clue where they had gone...and it was a challenge that had daunted our family for the last two weeks. There was no way I was going to give up without a fight!)
Hmmm only one more place to look. Under, in, or around the great papa chair in our corner. I wondered if the pieces had fallen down in the cracks, so I stuck my hand down to probe its depths. What's this? Oh, only the cover for the back of the chair. Nothing special. As I reach down again I'm ready for greatness. Must...keep...looking...eh? Oh, only the arm-rest cover. Sigh...eureka!!! There nestled together in a fold of the arm-rest cover were the two coveted last pieces to that puzzle! Thank you Jesus! So with a gleeful chortle of victory and triumph I hold up those two pieces and am rewarded with the extreme pleasure of depositing them into their proper abodes in that puzzle. (chuckle) In fact, they were the only pieces I put together in that puzzle. How fitting that the laziest puzzle person gets the last laugh? But then again, I had to endure the suffering and misery of that wretched vacuum cleaner bag. I guess after all poetic justice rules in the end!!
And that my friends, is the end of my tale. I'm Ronsard and I approve this message!
I hope you enjoy this sweet picture of the Grand Canal in Venice, Italy!!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Muscle Doesn't Cut it...
So, before I ramble off on the soliloquy for the night, I thought I'd give an update on my life. I'm here. Sitting in a chair. Typing at my computer. Alright, now that you're thoroughly enthralled with every minute detail of my life, I can go onto the 'big' stuff.
Upon receiving that oh-so-coveted piece of paper called a college diploma, I have been happily living at home and working for a nearby bank. That much most of you already know. I was planning on attending Graduate School this Fall in the warm and sunny state of California, but unfortunately (or more fortunately) God had something better in mind. So, no scholarships came through and I was left wondering what was next. Well the 'next' appears to be taking a graduate course online this Fall (Human Growth and Development), continue to work, and then go back to Graduate school for the Spring semester. Lancaster Bible College is the preferred school of choice in which I will begin my pursuit of another highly coveted piece of paper. But I don't plan on graduating with my MA from LBC, because even though I love the school, they do not have the masters degree I would like. So I'll take the courses I earn from there and then transfer them on out to another MA program of my choice. Why even go there in the first place you might ask? Good question. As an undergraduate of LBC they offer each and every one of their traditional four-year graduates a free graduate course. I'm hoping to take advantage of that free course and then tack on another to make me a full-time student while there. Save some money and earn some credits. A win-win!
Now, onto the 'meat' of this post. You know what? I'm tired. Sick and tired! Tired of doing things on my own and for myself. I'm weary of trying and hitting the proverbial brick wall. Torn between what I want and when I want it and what and when I believe God wants for me. Riddled with bullet holes from my own stupidity and mistakes. The joy of mistakes is supposed to be what you learn from them, right? The conclusion I've come to is, I can't do it on my own. I have to have God do it for me.
While typing this, I'm reminded of the parallel thought presented in C.S. Lewis' book "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" (coming out in theaters by the way on December 10th yay!). Eustace is turned into a dragon and he can't change himself back. He's bound and can't survive on his own. His friends have brought him, as a boy, to an island and then he becomes a dragon, and they can't take him as he is along with them. So he finds himself faced with a dilemma. How can he change himself back? The answer for him is not found in "how" or "what" he can do for himself, but in WHO. Aslan (or in my case Jesus Christ) is the only one who could change Eustace back into a boy. Back to the present world and to how this applies to my own life, back to where Jesus is the only one who can change me. I'm not talking about my own decisions or pledges in areas where I want to change. And I'm not talking about surface change where I've made a choice, stuck with it for a little while, and then reverted back to my old ways of doing things. I'm talking about change from the INSIDE OUT!!! Change that runs so deep into areas you thought were engraved in stone and you didn't think anything would ever budge. Well that can happen, but it's only through Jesus Christ. I've reached a point, in one area of my life, where I've 'given up' trying to change and I'm letting my Master do His work in my life. Because I can't do it on my own, and I'm sick of trying!
I know God has my best interests at heart and I (choose) not to doubt that for a minute! There really is something to the phrase, 'letting go and letting God'. Because sometimes, that's really what it takes. But it's not 'letting go' to then grip it with my pinky finger and keep holding on. It's choosing to forsake something I know to be a God given privilege. Yet by choosing to 'let God' I'm choosing to let it GO COMPLETELY! I'm not holding onto it at all because I can't. In my own desires and in my own weakness I'll mess up the good God has in mind for me. Is there anything you're holding onto in your life that you know you should let go of? A tough question, but one that each one of us should answer. And keep answering. That's why my muscle just doesn't cut it. God has to do it for me and I know He will!
Blessings,
Ronsard
Upon receiving that oh-so-coveted piece of paper called a college diploma, I have been happily living at home and working for a nearby bank. That much most of you already know. I was planning on attending Graduate School this Fall in the warm and sunny state of California, but unfortunately (or more fortunately) God had something better in mind. So, no scholarships came through and I was left wondering what was next. Well the 'next' appears to be taking a graduate course online this Fall (Human Growth and Development), continue to work, and then go back to Graduate school for the Spring semester. Lancaster Bible College is the preferred school of choice in which I will begin my pursuit of another highly coveted piece of paper. But I don't plan on graduating with my MA from LBC, because even though I love the school, they do not have the masters degree I would like. So I'll take the courses I earn from there and then transfer them on out to another MA program of my choice. Why even go there in the first place you might ask? Good question. As an undergraduate of LBC they offer each and every one of their traditional four-year graduates a free graduate course. I'm hoping to take advantage of that free course and then tack on another to make me a full-time student while there. Save some money and earn some credits. A win-win!
Now, onto the 'meat' of this post. You know what? I'm tired. Sick and tired! Tired of doing things on my own and for myself. I'm weary of trying and hitting the proverbial brick wall. Torn between what I want and when I want it and what and when I believe God wants for me. Riddled with bullet holes from my own stupidity and mistakes. The joy of mistakes is supposed to be what you learn from them, right? The conclusion I've come to is, I can't do it on my own. I have to have God do it for me.
While typing this, I'm reminded of the parallel thought presented in C.S. Lewis' book "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" (coming out in theaters by the way on December 10th yay!). Eustace is turned into a dragon and he can't change himself back. He's bound and can't survive on his own. His friends have brought him, as a boy, to an island and then he becomes a dragon, and they can't take him as he is along with them. So he finds himself faced with a dilemma. How can he change himself back? The answer for him is not found in "how" or "what" he can do for himself, but in WHO. Aslan (or in my case Jesus Christ) is the only one who could change Eustace back into a boy. Back to the present world and to how this applies to my own life, back to where Jesus is the only one who can change me. I'm not talking about my own decisions or pledges in areas where I want to change. And I'm not talking about surface change where I've made a choice, stuck with it for a little while, and then reverted back to my old ways of doing things. I'm talking about change from the INSIDE OUT!!! Change that runs so deep into areas you thought were engraved in stone and you didn't think anything would ever budge. Well that can happen, but it's only through Jesus Christ. I've reached a point, in one area of my life, where I've 'given up' trying to change and I'm letting my Master do His work in my life. Because I can't do it on my own, and I'm sick of trying!
I know God has my best interests at heart and I (choose) not to doubt that for a minute! There really is something to the phrase, 'letting go and letting God'. Because sometimes, that's really what it takes. But it's not 'letting go' to then grip it with my pinky finger and keep holding on. It's choosing to forsake something I know to be a God given privilege. Yet by choosing to 'let God' I'm choosing to let it GO COMPLETELY! I'm not holding onto it at all because I can't. In my own desires and in my own weakness I'll mess up the good God has in mind for me. Is there anything you're holding onto in your life that you know you should let go of? A tough question, but one that each one of us should answer. And keep answering. That's why my muscle just doesn't cut it. God has to do it for me and I know He will!
Blessings,
Ronsard
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Does IT Matter?
The title really does matter. In some of my earlier posts I've simply slapped some words in the title line and forged ahead. Well, I'm going to try and not do that as much from now on. Of course there will be the occasional post where that is the case, but not this one. I relish asking questions because it makes me think and examine thoughts or issues that perhaps I haven't faced before. And as one who is along for the journey on this blog, I'm afraid you might have to exercise some brain power as well.
I know sometimes I can become weary of questions, but asking those sentences with the little squiggly thing at the end enables me to learn, and I don't want to ever stop learning. So the question I pose to myself (and you as my reader) is this, "How do you know you are making a difference in the lives of others"? Perhaps an additional question in the natural progression of thought would be, "Why do I care what difference I'm making in the lives of others"?
I viewed a film recently which poignantly illustrated this thought. Whether we realize it or not, and I would challenge each one of us (myself included) we do make a difference in the lives of others. Whether that difference is for the better or worse, well I leave that up to you to ponder. I know I want to make a difference in the lives' of the people I interact with and I want that influence to be a positive one. Yet how can I know for sure that I'm not wasting my time? Well in a way, I'll never know. I guess the only real way that question can be answered is if somebody thanks me for making a difference in their lives. I find it a bit amusing because this influence we exert over others is also illustrated in a well known Christmas film. Remember George Bailey? Yeah, mhm, I'm talking about "It's A Wonderful Life".
Though definitely not wishing what George wished for, it is thought provoking to consider what life would be like for others if I didn't exist. Now as he found out, life would be radically different for all those he knew and loved (and doubtless they were extremely glad he had been borne, which the movie demonstrates when he comes to his senses). I'm not suicidal nor suggest or encourage any such notions, but I found the thought that I impact others, to be a very challenging one to consider, which was heightened by the wonderment of what life would be like if I didn't exist. My words and even more my actions, which speak louder than words, demonstrate the impact I can have on those around me. How am I demonstrating love to those around me? What more can I do to be a positive role model to those following in my footsteps?
In the arena of sports I've been very aware of the impact I have on the younger generation back when I started playing Varsity Basketball for Conval High. Why is that? I came to that realization because of the impact those guys had on me. I grew up watching the CV Cougars Basketball team and I idolized it's players. My family will regale you with who was my favorite player if you're ever interested to know. So when I stepped on that court I knew all the kids in the stands would be looking up to me. There was a weight of responsibility that I hadn't realized existed. I must admit, I was scared by that realization, but that didn't make me any less determined to carry myself with as much professionalism and good sportsmanship, as I knew how.
I'm additionally aware of that responsibility every time I stepped on the court/field of a collegiate athletic event. But even though it is a great responsibility the privilege of being an athlete makes it all worth it.
Athletics however, are only a small arena where I can impact peoples' lives. I hope every area of my life has a positive impact on others (that's what I'm striving for). After all, what I say or do really DOES matter.
I know sometimes I can become weary of questions, but asking those sentences with the little squiggly thing at the end enables me to learn, and I don't want to ever stop learning. So the question I pose to myself (and you as my reader) is this, "How do you know you are making a difference in the lives of others"? Perhaps an additional question in the natural progression of thought would be, "Why do I care what difference I'm making in the lives of others"?
I viewed a film recently which poignantly illustrated this thought. Whether we realize it or not, and I would challenge each one of us (myself included) we do make a difference in the lives of others. Whether that difference is for the better or worse, well I leave that up to you to ponder. I know I want to make a difference in the lives' of the people I interact with and I want that influence to be a positive one. Yet how can I know for sure that I'm not wasting my time? Well in a way, I'll never know. I guess the only real way that question can be answered is if somebody thanks me for making a difference in their lives. I find it a bit amusing because this influence we exert over others is also illustrated in a well known Christmas film. Remember George Bailey? Yeah, mhm, I'm talking about "It's A Wonderful Life".
Though definitely not wishing what George wished for, it is thought provoking to consider what life would be like for others if I didn't exist. Now as he found out, life would be radically different for all those he knew and loved (and doubtless they were extremely glad he had been borne, which the movie demonstrates when he comes to his senses). I'm not suicidal nor suggest or encourage any such notions, but I found the thought that I impact others, to be a very challenging one to consider, which was heightened by the wonderment of what life would be like if I didn't exist. My words and even more my actions, which speak louder than words, demonstrate the impact I can have on those around me. How am I demonstrating love to those around me? What more can I do to be a positive role model to those following in my footsteps?
In the arena of sports I've been very aware of the impact I have on the younger generation back when I started playing Varsity Basketball for Conval High. Why is that? I came to that realization because of the impact those guys had on me. I grew up watching the CV Cougars Basketball team and I idolized it's players. My family will regale you with who was my favorite player if you're ever interested to know. So when I stepped on that court I knew all the kids in the stands would be looking up to me. There was a weight of responsibility that I hadn't realized existed. I must admit, I was scared by that realization, but that didn't make me any less determined to carry myself with as much professionalism and good sportsmanship, as I knew how.
I'm additionally aware of that responsibility every time I stepped on the court/field of a collegiate athletic event. But even though it is a great responsibility the privilege of being an athlete makes it all worth it.
Athletics however, are only a small arena where I can impact peoples' lives. I hope every area of my life has a positive impact on others (that's what I'm striving for). After all, what I say or do really DOES matter.
When Life Makes Cent$
I suppose some sort of exclamation along the lines of, "Yikes! I haven't posted on here in over a month!!!" wouldn't quite make up for the fact that I haven't?? But I suppose I'll try and remedy that. Who knows, you might even read two or three posts in a row! I mean I have been storing up for a while. (chuckle) I actually thought of things I wanted to post about at work in the last month or so, but that didn't exactly turn into action.
Since my last post I've experienced something new. What, may you ask? You may. But I'll string this out for a few characters more. There! I think I've just about reached my max of suspense (at least what you'll be able to reasonably handle without throttling me). I was asked to preach. Yes, you heard it correctly. You know, that thing where you get up in front of other people and speak for God...? Yeah, that thing. Thankfully I was given a couple months warning, so I was able to really pray and mull over what God wanted me to speak about. I decided that it would only make sense to intertwine what God has been teaching me in everyday life into an applicable presentation that would be of mutual benefit. At least that is what I hoped.
Honestly, my life has taken so many twists and turns this summer and it seems like all I can really do is hang onto God's hand for dear life because I can't see where He's leading (but then again I don't have to know, all I have to do is follow). I feel like the dust has settled a little bit, even since I spoke for church, but I've been able to learn some pretty invaluable lessons along the way. Okay, okay. I'll stop 'salting the oats'. For those who were there, they already know where this post is going. But then again I might add some different twists here than I did in person. The sermon was built around a question. I wanted to come up with a different way of illustrating something each one of us experiences. The question is this, "What do you do when life doesn't make sense"? Because mine sure hasn't made sense.
So honestly, what do you do? Think about it for a second. I came to realize that generally my first reaction was what I really did, and my second reaction was what I wanted my reaction to be. For example, I FREAK!!!! Oh, wait, no. I don't do that. I pray and suffer in silence. Alright, so that 'suffer in silence' bit is a little bit of an exaggeration, but I thought I'd add it for effect. But then again shouldn't my first reaction be to pray and NOT freak?! Because where I run to or what I choose to trust in when life isn't going as I wanted it to reflects on where my trust truly is. The passage I spoke from was James 5:7-11. Blessed are those who endure. Did you get that?! BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO ENDURE!
So even though my natural reaction(s) when life doesn't make sense are to complain, panic, and bolt, are those really the best I can do? Is that the best God has in mind for me? The emphatic answer to that is, NO! Because as the end of verse eleven says, God is compassionate and merciful. He knows what's going on. Instead my reaction(s) should be to pray, trust, and wait. I realize this is one of those things that are 'easier said than done'. But that doesn't negate from its veracity! The good God has in mind for me (and He really does have my/our best good at heart) is not always what I think would be good for myself. I can't look to God and say, "I know what's good for me, now give it to me"! It just doesn't work that way. In fact I'm glad it didn't, because I wouldn't know what is really good for me.
Therefore, life only really makes cent$ when I'm trusting in God and choosing to let Him show me the way. So what if that means I don't know where or what my future holds. He does, and that's all that really matters. I want to make sure I don't have the attitude of barging ahead with my own plans and then deciding, "Oh Lord, would you please bless me on my adventure." Instead I need to be asking, "Lord would you please lead me where You want me to be" and then move when He directs. Can you see the difference in the attitudes portrayed? One is all on my own and the other is dependent on God. So that's what this is all about. Life really only makes cent$ when God is in control and I'm choosing to follow Him day by day.
P.S. That is not to say that one/me should not have plans/hopes/dreams. Because I certainly do. But I need to hold the plans very lightly as I'm seeking to follow God wherever He leads. I think God directs a moving ship, but He needs to have full access to the rudder. Savvy?
Since my last post I've experienced something new. What, may you ask? You may. But I'll string this out for a few characters more. There! I think I've just about reached my max of suspense (at least what you'll be able to reasonably handle without throttling me). I was asked to preach. Yes, you heard it correctly. You know, that thing where you get up in front of other people and speak for God...? Yeah, that thing. Thankfully I was given a couple months warning, so I was able to really pray and mull over what God wanted me to speak about. I decided that it would only make sense to intertwine what God has been teaching me in everyday life into an applicable presentation that would be of mutual benefit. At least that is what I hoped.
Honestly, my life has taken so many twists and turns this summer and it seems like all I can really do is hang onto God's hand for dear life because I can't see where He's leading (but then again I don't have to know, all I have to do is follow). I feel like the dust has settled a little bit, even since I spoke for church, but I've been able to learn some pretty invaluable lessons along the way. Okay, okay. I'll stop 'salting the oats'. For those who were there, they already know where this post is going. But then again I might add some different twists here than I did in person. The sermon was built around a question. I wanted to come up with a different way of illustrating something each one of us experiences. The question is this, "What do you do when life doesn't make sense"? Because mine sure hasn't made sense.
So honestly, what do you do? Think about it for a second. I came to realize that generally my first reaction was what I really did, and my second reaction was what I wanted my reaction to be. For example, I FREAK!!!! Oh, wait, no. I don't do that. I pray and suffer in silence. Alright, so that 'suffer in silence' bit is a little bit of an exaggeration, but I thought I'd add it for effect. But then again shouldn't my first reaction be to pray and NOT freak?! Because where I run to or what I choose to trust in when life isn't going as I wanted it to reflects on where my trust truly is. The passage I spoke from was James 5:7-11. Blessed are those who endure. Did you get that?! BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO ENDURE!
So even though my natural reaction(s) when life doesn't make sense are to complain, panic, and bolt, are those really the best I can do? Is that the best God has in mind for me? The emphatic answer to that is, NO! Because as the end of verse eleven says, God is compassionate and merciful. He knows what's going on. Instead my reaction(s) should be to pray, trust, and wait. I realize this is one of those things that are 'easier said than done'. But that doesn't negate from its veracity! The good God has in mind for me (and He really does have my/our best good at heart) is not always what I think would be good for myself. I can't look to God and say, "I know what's good for me, now give it to me"! It just doesn't work that way. In fact I'm glad it didn't, because I wouldn't know what is really good for me.
Therefore, life only really makes cent$ when I'm trusting in God and choosing to let Him show me the way. So what if that means I don't know where or what my future holds. He does, and that's all that really matters. I want to make sure I don't have the attitude of barging ahead with my own plans and then deciding, "Oh Lord, would you please bless me on my adventure." Instead I need to be asking, "Lord would you please lead me where You want me to be" and then move when He directs. Can you see the difference in the attitudes portrayed? One is all on my own and the other is dependent on God. So that's what this is all about. Life really only makes cent$ when God is in control and I'm choosing to follow Him day by day.
P.S. That is not to say that one/me should not have plans/hopes/dreams. Because I certainly do. But I need to hold the plans very lightly as I'm seeking to follow God wherever He leads. I think God directs a moving ship, but He needs to have full access to the rudder. Savvy?
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thoughts knocking around in my brain
Hurray! Here is the first official post of July! Wow, time sure does seem to be moving by quickly. Here it is already July 10th. But God is still good. So, I know this may sound like an amusing question, but have you ever looked at people and said, "hmm, you remind me of an animal?" Alright, so I know that is not the most flattering thing to say to somebody (and I hope I wouldn't ever say that to somebody unless I knew them extremely well). I guess the thought comes to mind though because of a cartoon I used to watch of the beloved classic "The Wind in the Willows". I haven't seen that cartoon in years, but in that rendition there is a mole, who is incredibly gentle and kind, but whose physiological features are quite unique. He wears glasses, is a little humped in his back, and is incredibly soft-spoken and meek. Now I know this may not seem flattering, and I am in no ways trying to come across as insulting in anyway, but I have a friend who reminds me of that character in the cartoon.
I think it amusing to consider that what we often recognize in an animal is simply what we have seen or remember from our childhoods. Perhaps the mole in the cartoon of the "Wind in the Willows" is an accurate representation of what a real mole looks like, and then again maybe not. But what I have in my mind how a mole looks is what I saw when I was younger. This could be a sobering consideration for what our children see on the screen, or it may provide fodder for us to discuss with our children about the reality of what is on tv and what is in fact real life. This was one of the insights from counseling classes. Children are often unable to recognize what is reality from fiction when they are younger. They automatically tend to believe whatever they see is true, when if it is on tv, it may not be.
Tangents abound in this post, but maybe you can start to look at your friends in a new light?! (chuckle) But make sure you keep it to yourself as I'm not sure they would understand where you are coming from or what you really mean. Okay, one last thought here. It is interesting how we view other people. Most of the time our perception of them is totally inaccurate and we can only know the real them if we talk to them and take the time to get to know them. After all, first impressions can never be done over. (not my own original thought)
I think it amusing to consider that what we often recognize in an animal is simply what we have seen or remember from our childhoods. Perhaps the mole in the cartoon of the "Wind in the Willows" is an accurate representation of what a real mole looks like, and then again maybe not. But what I have in my mind how a mole looks is what I saw when I was younger. This could be a sobering consideration for what our children see on the screen, or it may provide fodder for us to discuss with our children about the reality of what is on tv and what is in fact real life. This was one of the insights from counseling classes. Children are often unable to recognize what is reality from fiction when they are younger. They automatically tend to believe whatever they see is true, when if it is on tv, it may not be.
Tangents abound in this post, but maybe you can start to look at your friends in a new light?! (chuckle) But make sure you keep it to yourself as I'm not sure they would understand where you are coming from or what you really mean. Okay, one last thought here. It is interesting how we view other people. Most of the time our perception of them is totally inaccurate and we can only know the real them if we talk to them and take the time to get to know them. After all, first impressions can never be done over. (not my own original thought)
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thoughts
Alright, time for a more serious post (both in length and content). I'm definitely battering some thoughts around in my head and I'm trying to decide which one to pull out and ponder aloud. Hmm...I guess I'll go with standards and convictions.
Today was an absolutely incredible day here in New England and as such, I wanted to make sure and spend some good quality time outdoors. So, I did. At least four hours worth. Spent chatting (since I can't be outside and NOT be around people) with some of my fabulous neighbors. Among many topics of discussion, both sublime and ridiculous, standards and convictions came up. Now I have been mulling some of these thoughts over for a long time, but it was nice to have a refresher of the subject and discuss it with good friends. The subject? Well you already know what it is. Personal convictions and standards.
When talking with non-Christians there tends to be an easier explanation for standards and convictions. In other words there is the ability to say to a non-Christian, "Hey I don't smoke because I'm a Christian" or "Hey, I don't live with my girlfriend [figment of the imagination for me personally] because I am a Christian". And they can question me further and I'll be glad to explain why I hold to those standards. Non-Christians may not understand the reasoning for why I'm making the choice that I am, but they respect the choice as my own and as a religious conviction.
The real dicey situation comes when you are trying to talk to a fellow Christian who does not hold the same standards or convictions. Now you can no longer say, "Hey I don't drink because I'm a Christian" and they will curiously ask questions for the benefit of greater understanding of you and your religious beliefs, and then leave you alone to practice how you feel God has led you. Instead they will question your standards and, sometimes, feel funny because they don't have those same standards. It's really sad but some Christians who are not big enough to understand God's greatness and His ability to lead some to adhere to a scriptural or personal standard, while at the same time not leading them in that same standard, try to undermine or question with a super critical spirit. Personally, I don't mind if believers question my own standards or convictions as long as it is not with a critical spirit/attitude and they are really trying to understand how God has led me. The other caveat which I allow is if a fellow brother or sister in Christ is really concerned that I may have missed something that God has shown me and are trying to help straighten me out (with humility and a gentle spirit). That is the ultimate beauty of the body of Christ! The ability to live in community and help and encourage one another. I never want to be accused of not listening to a fellow Christian and not adequately working something out between me and God. If I need to re-evaluate my standard or conviction, I will. The Holy Spirit is incredibly faithful when it comes to leading those who earnestly ask him.
Why do some Christians react so strongly to standards held by other Christians but not they themselves? I think there may be two answers. Of course, I may have missed some, but these are some of what I thought about. First, they feel downright guilty. They know they should be held to a higher standard of conduct and living and they don't want to hear you are holding to the very standard they know they should themselves cling to. Scripture admonishes us along this line in Romans 14:4-19. We as believers have to get our bearings from God and deal with the scorn or contempt of other brothers and sisters in the Lord. Secondly, I believe the enemy of our souls has used convictions as a petty wedge that has been used to further divide and splinter the body of Christ. What better use of pride or self-love than to condemn a fellow lover of Jesus simply because they are not like yourself? That is the very epitome of pride! Which we know God absolutely abhors!
So when you come upon fellow Christians who feel God has led them in a different direction than yourself, praise God for His ability to lead them and that they are sensitive to God's direction for their lives. Hey, you could even rejoice that they even adhere to standards as it seems many in the Evangelical church have abandoned them for the deceptively "greener" pastures of the world. The only way to break this vicious cycle is if we each can recognize the Holy Spirit's ability to lead others differently and remain sensitive to how the Holy Spirit is leading us personally. After all, our walk is before God, not men.
The picture was taken of one of my next door neighbors children last summer. I hope you enjoy!
Today was an absolutely incredible day here in New England and as such, I wanted to make sure and spend some good quality time outdoors. So, I did. At least four hours worth. Spent chatting (since I can't be outside and NOT be around people) with some of my fabulous neighbors. Among many topics of discussion, both sublime and ridiculous, standards and convictions came up. Now I have been mulling some of these thoughts over for a long time, but it was nice to have a refresher of the subject and discuss it with good friends. The subject? Well you already know what it is. Personal convictions and standards.
When talking with non-Christians there tends to be an easier explanation for standards and convictions. In other words there is the ability to say to a non-Christian, "Hey I don't smoke because I'm a Christian" or "Hey, I don't live with my girlfriend [figment of the imagination for me personally] because I am a Christian". And they can question me further and I'll be glad to explain why I hold to those standards. Non-Christians may not understand the reasoning for why I'm making the choice that I am, but they respect the choice as my own and as a religious conviction.
The real dicey situation comes when you are trying to talk to a fellow Christian who does not hold the same standards or convictions. Now you can no longer say, "Hey I don't drink because I'm a Christian" and they will curiously ask questions for the benefit of greater understanding of you and your religious beliefs, and then leave you alone to practice how you feel God has led you. Instead they will question your standards and, sometimes, feel funny because they don't have those same standards. It's really sad but some Christians who are not big enough to understand God's greatness and His ability to lead some to adhere to a scriptural or personal standard, while at the same time not leading them in that same standard, try to undermine or question with a super critical spirit. Personally, I don't mind if believers question my own standards or convictions as long as it is not with a critical spirit/attitude and they are really trying to understand how God has led me. The other caveat which I allow is if a fellow brother or sister in Christ is really concerned that I may have missed something that God has shown me and are trying to help straighten me out (with humility and a gentle spirit). That is the ultimate beauty of the body of Christ! The ability to live in community and help and encourage one another. I never want to be accused of not listening to a fellow Christian and not adequately working something out between me and God. If I need to re-evaluate my standard or conviction, I will. The Holy Spirit is incredibly faithful when it comes to leading those who earnestly ask him.
Why do some Christians react so strongly to standards held by other Christians but not they themselves? I think there may be two answers. Of course, I may have missed some, but these are some of what I thought about. First, they feel downright guilty. They know they should be held to a higher standard of conduct and living and they don't want to hear you are holding to the very standard they know they should themselves cling to. Scripture admonishes us along this line in Romans 14:4-19. We as believers have to get our bearings from God and deal with the scorn or contempt of other brothers and sisters in the Lord. Secondly, I believe the enemy of our souls has used convictions as a petty wedge that has been used to further divide and splinter the body of Christ. What better use of pride or self-love than to condemn a fellow lover of Jesus simply because they are not like yourself? That is the very epitome of pride! Which we know God absolutely abhors!
So when you come upon fellow Christians who feel God has led them in a different direction than yourself, praise God for His ability to lead them and that they are sensitive to God's direction for their lives. Hey, you could even rejoice that they even adhere to standards as it seems many in the Evangelical church have abandoned them for the deceptively "greener" pastures of the world. The only way to break this vicious cycle is if we each can recognize the Holy Spirit's ability to lead others differently and remain sensitive to how the Holy Spirit is leading us personally. After all, our walk is before God, not men.
The picture was taken of one of my next door neighbors children last summer. I hope you enjoy!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Edited Glimpse into Spain
So, I know this post isn't much to speak of, but I thought I'd post a picture from Spain. It is edited a little bit, but the edits, I trust, only enhance the image itself. Enjoy!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Risk
So I've been doing a lot of thinking lately (one of the major benefits of my current job) and I felt like throwing a question out there. Now I'm thinking about friendships, relationships, and interactions with people; So that is a where this thought is stemming from. You ready?
How much risk is taken when you are genuine with people? I'm talking about genuine, as in, you're not afraid to say, "Hey my day has really stunk!" when somebody asks you how you are doing, instead of the proverbial, "Fine" when all hell is about to break loose in your day. It's risky, I know. And I've come to believe there is a good deal of risk involved. Being genuine means you let down your guard and show some sort of vulnerability. The mask of self-sufficiency comes off, and you allow somebody else to see the real you. Combined with that there is definitely an element of the 'fear of rejection' involved. "What if I'm too genuine, and make a fool of myself" or "I'll be they can't handle the REAL me" may be some of the thoughts that run through your mind. But ultimately, you have to realize you can't control the minds and emotions of other people. Truth-be-told you can't accurately predict others reactions or feelings 100% of the time.
Another thing about being genuine is the 'give and take' nature of that arrangement. You can't be genuine with somebody else, and then simply turn it off when they try and be genuine back. You have to actually care about what the other person is saying, feeling, thinking. You have to ask questions to try and understand what is going on. That there might be the very reason why there aren't as many genuine people in the world as their should be. Because it takes WORK to be genuine and quite honestly, pain. Pain of rejection, pain in trying something new, pain in actually caring and sometimes getting burned because you do care... But it is neat to see that as you are genuine with others, there is a bond of friendship and trust that develops. People will then talk to you about their struggles or their frustrations. So with being genuine comes a lot of responsibility.
So I definitely try and be genuine with others, but I'm struggling myself to understand their trust in me. I mean, people share some pretty darn deep stuff with me, and I'm a bit awe-struck and blown away by their trust. Yet, I know that by telling me, it is doing them some good. I guess this is the pinnacle of counselors struggles. How much do you take upon yourself? And how much do you simply leave at the office? In scripture though, we are admonished to bear one anothers burdens, and thus fulfill the law of Christ. But I guess it doesn't say bear their burdens 'all the way home' which can be comforting.
So I guess the ultimate answer to my original question is, a lot. It takes a lot of risk both in order to reap the benefits as well as the pain of interacting with others. God gave us relationships but how we use them is up to us. How much risk are you taking in you relationships?
How much risk is taken when you are genuine with people? I'm talking about genuine, as in, you're not afraid to say, "Hey my day has really stunk!" when somebody asks you how you are doing, instead of the proverbial, "Fine" when all hell is about to break loose in your day. It's risky, I know. And I've come to believe there is a good deal of risk involved. Being genuine means you let down your guard and show some sort of vulnerability. The mask of self-sufficiency comes off, and you allow somebody else to see the real you. Combined with that there is definitely an element of the 'fear of rejection' involved. "What if I'm too genuine, and make a fool of myself" or "I'll be they can't handle the REAL me" may be some of the thoughts that run through your mind. But ultimately, you have to realize you can't control the minds and emotions of other people. Truth-be-told you can't accurately predict others reactions or feelings 100% of the time.
Another thing about being genuine is the 'give and take' nature of that arrangement. You can't be genuine with somebody else, and then simply turn it off when they try and be genuine back. You have to actually care about what the other person is saying, feeling, thinking. You have to ask questions to try and understand what is going on. That there might be the very reason why there aren't as many genuine people in the world as their should be. Because it takes WORK to be genuine and quite honestly, pain. Pain of rejection, pain in trying something new, pain in actually caring and sometimes getting burned because you do care... But it is neat to see that as you are genuine with others, there is a bond of friendship and trust that develops. People will then talk to you about their struggles or their frustrations. So with being genuine comes a lot of responsibility.
So I definitely try and be genuine with others, but I'm struggling myself to understand their trust in me. I mean, people share some pretty darn deep stuff with me, and I'm a bit awe-struck and blown away by their trust. Yet, I know that by telling me, it is doing them some good. I guess this is the pinnacle of counselors struggles. How much do you take upon yourself? And how much do you simply leave at the office? In scripture though, we are admonished to bear one anothers burdens, and thus fulfill the law of Christ. But I guess it doesn't say bear their burdens 'all the way home' which can be comforting.
So I guess the ultimate answer to my original question is, a lot. It takes a lot of risk both in order to reap the benefits as well as the pain of interacting with others. God gave us relationships but how we use them is up to us. How much risk are you taking in you relationships?
Friday, April 9, 2010
Nickname Additions
Alright, so this week has unveiled two new nickname additions for my expansive list. But I'm afraid they don't really exemplify me. For those who actually know who I am and what I stand for, you will totally understand. For those who don't know me and therefore don't know where I stand on these issues, you may jump to the wrong conclusion. But I trust after a little explanation, you will understand, and be amused. Ready for the nicknames? They are "Wild One" and "Party-Animal".
So here comes the explanations for both. Well, actually they are both related, being from the mouth of the same individual, and with the same idea they were meant to convey. Personally, and here is some of the explanation, I don't drink, smoke, do drugs, I don't have a girlfriend, and I live a fairly normal level life. Yes, I enjoy having fun, but not using any of the above mentioned substances or avenues for enjoying that fun.
So this co-worker of mine, who I've known for years, and has in fact grown into somewhat of a legend in my family's 'bank lore', decided to try and describe my brothers and I to another co-worker. "Now there are three brothers in that family. The quiet one, the middle one, and the wild one." I then asked her, "Which one am I?" to which she replied, "The wild one." She then confirmed that my eldest brother, who this coworker absolutely adores, is the 'quiet one.' (Which coming from her, is an extremely high compliment.) I'm sorry, but I was terribly amused. Hahahahaha! I've been dubbed the 'Wild One'. And upon further probe, discovered she decided to call me that for my antics involving rubber bands at work. Yes, I'll freely admit that I enjoy indulging in some friendly target practice of co-workers (of which this particular co-worker has not been targeted by me).
I'm afraid I mercilessly teased her for the rest of the day for calling me 'Wild One.' And now I have an official name-tag at my desk where I can proudly wear that tag. There is another story related with the name tag, but I don't think my blog would be the best place to talk about it. It is/was a little amusing and at the same time frustrating. Ask me about it sometime if you want to know more.
Yes, um, party-animal. That name originated today, and sprang from the same co-worker, when she was talking to me. I didn't tease her as much about this name as I did about the 'Wild One' but I still tucked it away. And now it is forever immortalized on my blog. Ah, good times, and co-workers. They certainly make life more amusing (they are certainly worth more than just a good laugh, but that was an appropriate word usage for this post).
So here comes the explanations for both. Well, actually they are both related, being from the mouth of the same individual, and with the same idea they were meant to convey. Personally, and here is some of the explanation, I don't drink, smoke, do drugs, I don't have a girlfriend, and I live a fairly normal level life. Yes, I enjoy having fun, but not using any of the above mentioned substances or avenues for enjoying that fun.
So this co-worker of mine, who I've known for years, and has in fact grown into somewhat of a legend in my family's 'bank lore', decided to try and describe my brothers and I to another co-worker. "Now there are three brothers in that family. The quiet one, the middle one, and the wild one." I then asked her, "Which one am I?" to which she replied, "The wild one." She then confirmed that my eldest brother, who this coworker absolutely adores, is the 'quiet one.' (Which coming from her, is an extremely high compliment.) I'm sorry, but I was terribly amused. Hahahahaha! I've been dubbed the 'Wild One'. And upon further probe, discovered she decided to call me that for my antics involving rubber bands at work. Yes, I'll freely admit that I enjoy indulging in some friendly target practice of co-workers (of which this particular co-worker has not been targeted by me).
I'm afraid I mercilessly teased her for the rest of the day for calling me 'Wild One.' And now I have an official name-tag at my desk where I can proudly wear that tag. There is another story related with the name tag, but I don't think my blog would be the best place to talk about it. It is/was a little amusing and at the same time frustrating. Ask me about it sometime if you want to know more.
Yes, um, party-animal. That name originated today, and sprang from the same co-worker, when she was talking to me. I didn't tease her as much about this name as I did about the 'Wild One' but I still tucked it away. And now it is forever immortalized on my blog. Ah, good times, and co-workers. They certainly make life more amusing (they are certainly worth more than just a good laugh, but that was an appropriate word usage for this post).
Friday, April 2, 2010
Co-worker Interaction(s)
Alright, so I'm not the most proficient or witty of writers, but I definitely enjoy composing and writing up a good story. But sadly, and I'm sure most of you are noticing the pattern by now, I twist things so they have a spiritual or beneficial spin on them and make a point. I trust I don't ever (well hardly ever) post a post simply to say something I did. In my humble opinion, that is ridiculous!
Okay, now moving onto my story. So, my boss at work and I have recently decided to ask each other challenging and deep questions. The first one stemmed when she sidled up to me and said, "So, when are you going to get a wife?" My response was (and please envision the accompanying sweeping motion with my arm...as if I'm snatching a fish out of the water), "Oh yeah, I just need to go out and 'get' one!"
What followed was a meaningful discussion on where I'm coming from relationally. Yes, at some point I would like to develop a relationship with a young lady, but so far God has not opened up that avenue of ministry. We bantered back and forth for a little while, and then she asked me, "So what happens if you marry the wrong person and are stuck for the rest of your life? Are you simply going to be miserable for the rest of your life?" (well now, imagine being smacked between the eyes with some a baseball bat! Now picture yourself trying to answer those questions). My answer was, "Yes, I'd have to deal with it and life would go on." But I also attempted to make it clear to her that I wasn't ever going to put myself in that position until I was pretty sure of who was the right one for me. That, in my opinion, is the glory and benefit of courtship/dating. You get to know somebody, ask them questions, and iron out issues before saying the proverbial "I do".
I told her my only recourse, and this would be very slight, due to my religious convictions, would be if there was unfaithfulness on the part of my spouse. Then I MIGHT, be able to slip out of the marriage. At this point another co-worker chimed in with, "O I've been through that, twice in fact!" (baseball bat has now been upgraded to metal bat...boy this is getting good). After chatting a little more, both co-workers decided that it would be much safer and a whole lot better for me if I simply 'dated with benefits.' I said I couldn't do that, and let the matter fall. But my boss had really gotten me to think (one of the small side benefits of doing the same thing all day...some recourse to tackle deeper life issues). I finally formulated my thoughts and marched down to her office in order to better explain myself and where I was coming from.
I told her I thought the premise of how she was looking at marriage was flawed. By her own word choice she had indicated to me that to her, happiness was paramount to a successful marriage, and not anything else. That is not how I view marriage, and what I continued to explain to her. Now, I certainly want to be happy, and trust that marriage will add an element of happiness and enjoyment to my life, but it is by no means the 'end-all'. Marriage is not so much what I can get out of the relationship, but instead what I can GIVE to the relationship. It is one of a servant attitude and spirit. Yes, there are times when I'm going to be selfish and want my own way, but generally it needs to be a relationship where I put the others interests ahead of my own. (these are sure some grand words, and yes, I know I still need to put them into action for them to have any real merit...famous last words and all that). And so, by me choosing to put my spouses interests ahead of my own, even if I thought perhaps I had made the wrong choice, I was still going to be happy because my foundation was correctly laid. Instead of happiness from my spouse, I receive happiness by serving and sacrificing for my spouse.
I think this whole thought process was a bit of a shock for my boss. She was impressed! Recently she had gone through a rough patch in her own life and she seemed as if she wished she had that kind of attitude in her own relationship (well, maybe she wished her husband had the same kind of attitude as I expressed..chuckle) who knows. But this discussion reminded me of how barren relationships can be without Jesus. Without God, you have to physically MAKE THINGS WORK! There's nobody to fall back on, there is no place to hide, and there is no place to run. With Jesus in our lives though, we shouldn't be allowed to 'run' from our issues in the sense of not facing them, but we do have Someone who cares enough to be intimately involved in our lives and help smooth things over. Human brokenness is human brokenness. We can't escape it, but we can run to the One who can help. Trusting each one of you will!
Okay, now moving onto my story. So, my boss at work and I have recently decided to ask each other challenging and deep questions. The first one stemmed when she sidled up to me and said, "So, when are you going to get a wife?" My response was (and please envision the accompanying sweeping motion with my arm...as if I'm snatching a fish out of the water), "Oh yeah, I just need to go out and 'get' one!"
What followed was a meaningful discussion on where I'm coming from relationally. Yes, at some point I would like to develop a relationship with a young lady, but so far God has not opened up that avenue of ministry. We bantered back and forth for a little while, and then she asked me, "So what happens if you marry the wrong person and are stuck for the rest of your life? Are you simply going to be miserable for the rest of your life?" (well now, imagine being smacked between the eyes with some a baseball bat! Now picture yourself trying to answer those questions). My answer was, "Yes, I'd have to deal with it and life would go on." But I also attempted to make it clear to her that I wasn't ever going to put myself in that position until I was pretty sure of who was the right one for me. That, in my opinion, is the glory and benefit of courtship/dating. You get to know somebody, ask them questions, and iron out issues before saying the proverbial "I do".
I told her my only recourse, and this would be very slight, due to my religious convictions, would be if there was unfaithfulness on the part of my spouse. Then I MIGHT, be able to slip out of the marriage. At this point another co-worker chimed in with, "O I've been through that, twice in fact!" (baseball bat has now been upgraded to metal bat...boy this is getting good). After chatting a little more, both co-workers decided that it would be much safer and a whole lot better for me if I simply 'dated with benefits.' I said I couldn't do that, and let the matter fall. But my boss had really gotten me to think (one of the small side benefits of doing the same thing all day...some recourse to tackle deeper life issues). I finally formulated my thoughts and marched down to her office in order to better explain myself and where I was coming from.
I told her I thought the premise of how she was looking at marriage was flawed. By her own word choice she had indicated to me that to her, happiness was paramount to a successful marriage, and not anything else. That is not how I view marriage, and what I continued to explain to her. Now, I certainly want to be happy, and trust that marriage will add an element of happiness and enjoyment to my life, but it is by no means the 'end-all'. Marriage is not so much what I can get out of the relationship, but instead what I can GIVE to the relationship. It is one of a servant attitude and spirit. Yes, there are times when I'm going to be selfish and want my own way, but generally it needs to be a relationship where I put the others interests ahead of my own. (these are sure some grand words, and yes, I know I still need to put them into action for them to have any real merit...famous last words and all that). And so, by me choosing to put my spouses interests ahead of my own, even if I thought perhaps I had made the wrong choice, I was still going to be happy because my foundation was correctly laid. Instead of happiness from my spouse, I receive happiness by serving and sacrificing for my spouse.
I think this whole thought process was a bit of a shock for my boss. She was impressed! Recently she had gone through a rough patch in her own life and she seemed as if she wished she had that kind of attitude in her own relationship (well, maybe she wished her husband had the same kind of attitude as I expressed..chuckle) who knows. But this discussion reminded me of how barren relationships can be without Jesus. Without God, you have to physically MAKE THINGS WORK! There's nobody to fall back on, there is no place to hide, and there is no place to run. With Jesus in our lives though, we shouldn't be allowed to 'run' from our issues in the sense of not facing them, but we do have Someone who cares enough to be intimately involved in our lives and help smooth things over. Human brokenness is human brokenness. We can't escape it, but we can run to the One who can help. Trusting each one of you will!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Amusing & Amazing
So I thought I'd share something funny I witnessed while at work the other day. So, I work for a major bank corporation, and as such am stuck in a cubicle farm for most of the day. Yet, they are gracious enough to let me out of my cage for two ten minute walks per day around our office building. Aaaah, I'll take what I can get. So I'm in the midst of my walk, headed down the homestretch (aka...front parking lot headed back for the door and my dungeon) when I witness the following scene.
Two boys, gestimated ages being 11 or 12 are racing each other to the family minivan, their mother lagging behind in their dust. Suddenly, the one who is losing pulls up short and shouts, "Time-out, time-out!" accompanied with emphatic gestures in the t-form. The one out in front stops, turns, and says, "You can't call time-out in the middle of a race." "Oh yes, I can" says the cheater as his purpose is achieved and the other has stopped. He lunges for the van, only to come up short! His scheme was not carried out to fruition.
That whole scene cracked me up. All I could so was grin from ear-to-ear as I walked past the mother, who noticed my expression with a tad bit of chagrin. Oh, what we will do to win at whatever cost. Yet, the sad reality is, somebody has to win. Everybody does not get a trophy; which is contrary to what the Federal Government is trying to say.
By enacting universal health care the democratic party has effectively committed political suicide. Yet, they are fully aware of the retribution that is sure to come because of their actions yesterday. For some, March 21 was a special day. For others, one of utter horror. As Glenn Beck is so used to trumpeting, "The world is about to change." All I can hope is for America to wake up in time. Hope, pray, and take action!!!
Two boys, gestimated ages being 11 or 12 are racing each other to the family minivan, their mother lagging behind in their dust. Suddenly, the one who is losing pulls up short and shouts, "Time-out, time-out!" accompanied with emphatic gestures in the t-form. The one out in front stops, turns, and says, "You can't call time-out in the middle of a race." "Oh yes, I can" says the cheater as his purpose is achieved and the other has stopped. He lunges for the van, only to come up short! His scheme was not carried out to fruition.
That whole scene cracked me up. All I could so was grin from ear-to-ear as I walked past the mother, who noticed my expression with a tad bit of chagrin. Oh, what we will do to win at whatever cost. Yet, the sad reality is, somebody has to win. Everybody does not get a trophy; which is contrary to what the Federal Government is trying to say.
By enacting universal health care the democratic party has effectively committed political suicide. Yet, they are fully aware of the retribution that is sure to come because of their actions yesterday. For some, March 21 was a special day. For others, one of utter horror. As Glenn Beck is so used to trumpeting, "The world is about to change." All I can hope is for America to wake up in time. Hope, pray, and take action!!!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Few & Far between
Well as I'm sure you can tell, my posts have become very few and far between. Blame the effects of not having high speed internet at my home and the rigors of life. (I guess technically that is placing blame on something or somebody else other than myself, but that is simply too bad).
I did travel 2200+ miles this past weekend! My dear cousin Joseph (of which there is a previous post telling about how he asked me to be in his wedding) was so kind enough to invite me to be one of his many groomsmen in his nuptials. I thoroughly enjoyed it, though the bride did forget me in the program, and therefore I wasn't in the marching order when we first got there for the rehearsal. But in the end it all worked out (I was only the second person who traveled the farthest to get to the wedding...I mean c'mon where is the love...lol). I forgive her.
And now the team I'm helping to coach is in the championship basketball game tomorrow night! Eek! It's going to be a raucous evening over at SNHU tomorrow night. Both Conant teams are in the championship games. I hope they both do well. So I know I'm writing mundane things right now, but this is sorta to get things up on my blog, and to make sure I remember the password for my blog since I haven't used it in so long. Apparently I can still remember.
Well toodles!
I did travel 2200+ miles this past weekend! My dear cousin Joseph (of which there is a previous post telling about how he asked me to be in his wedding) was so kind enough to invite me to be one of his many groomsmen in his nuptials. I thoroughly enjoyed it, though the bride did forget me in the program, and therefore I wasn't in the marching order when we first got there for the rehearsal. But in the end it all worked out (I was only the second person who traveled the farthest to get to the wedding...I mean c'mon where is the love...lol). I forgive her.
And now the team I'm helping to coach is in the championship basketball game tomorrow night! Eek! It's going to be a raucous evening over at SNHU tomorrow night. Both Conant teams are in the championship games. I hope they both do well. So I know I'm writing mundane things right now, but this is sorta to get things up on my blog, and to make sure I remember the password for my blog since I haven't used it in so long. Apparently I can still remember.
Well toodles!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Right vs. Wrong
Wow! So much has transpired since my last blog post. I'll quickly summarize the main points. I graduated from college (so now I am a wiser and richer individual) and have moved back home. I fondly refer to myself as another "failure to launch" kind of guy (taken from the movie title of that same name. I can't say I fully recommend the movie but the concept is quite amusing). If you have not had the pleasure of watching that movie, you may miss the joke that is found therein.
Later in that same week my birthday and Christmas occurred. I am now practically in my middle 20's and can't say as I feel a whole lot older than I did at eighteen. Yet, in the end I have to remember that I'm not as spry or nimble as I used to be. I am also working for a bank corporation of quite immense proportions and, though, the job isn't the most glamorous or exciting, I am thankful for work.
Oh yes! New car! God amazingly provided a new car for me. I say amazingly because its former owners decided to sell it to me for the cost of what they would have received in trade in value at their local winter vehicle dealer. Which in turn provided me with an astounding deal for what I was getting. What did I buy? A 2002 Toyota Camry. Although an automatic transmission I am very grateful for it.
Yes, now down to the business of this post. I have recently been pondering society's view of what is right and wrong. Sad to say it appears as if society doesn't question the morality of an issue unless a) you are caught or b) you are actually offended by what occurred. Why is that? (this is not to toot my own horn, but it is one of the occurrences that spurred this post) Recently I had occasion to apologize to one of the basketball players I coach for not being a very appropriate role model for him. During one of the practices I was a bit crass and felt like I needed to set the record straight. His response or words to this affect were, that didn't offend me at all coach. You don't need to apologize for that. In fact that was pretty funny.
So if it wasn't offensive it was alright? That I'm afraid is how far our culture has slid on the morality scale of today. No, just because I didn't offend you doesn't mean what I said or did was RIGHT! The "right thing" is probably the issue here, but its sad to say that the younger generation is not getting the same kind of training that I have benefited from. Something is right or wrong, not because of its relativity to people (horizontal perspective) but because of its effect on my relationship with God(vertical perspective).
The "right" thing is not relative in regards to what our responsibility as believers is. We are to exemplify Christ and glorify Him in every word and action. Even though I may have failed in this instance, that failure provided an opportunity to further exemplify Christ and now all I can do is continue on the best I can.
Later in that same week my birthday and Christmas occurred. I am now practically in my middle 20's and can't say as I feel a whole lot older than I did at eighteen. Yet, in the end I have to remember that I'm not as spry or nimble as I used to be. I am also working for a bank corporation of quite immense proportions and, though, the job isn't the most glamorous or exciting, I am thankful for work.
Oh yes! New car! God amazingly provided a new car for me. I say amazingly because its former owners decided to sell it to me for the cost of what they would have received in trade in value at their local winter vehicle dealer. Which in turn provided me with an astounding deal for what I was getting. What did I buy? A 2002 Toyota Camry. Although an automatic transmission I am very grateful for it.
Yes, now down to the business of this post. I have recently been pondering society's view of what is right and wrong. Sad to say it appears as if society doesn't question the morality of an issue unless a) you are caught or b) you are actually offended by what occurred. Why is that? (this is not to toot my own horn, but it is one of the occurrences that spurred this post) Recently I had occasion to apologize to one of the basketball players I coach for not being a very appropriate role model for him. During one of the practices I was a bit crass and felt like I needed to set the record straight. His response or words to this affect were, that didn't offend me at all coach. You don't need to apologize for that. In fact that was pretty funny.
So if it wasn't offensive it was alright? That I'm afraid is how far our culture has slid on the morality scale of today. No, just because I didn't offend you doesn't mean what I said or did was RIGHT! The "right thing" is probably the issue here, but its sad to say that the younger generation is not getting the same kind of training that I have benefited from. Something is right or wrong, not because of its relativity to people (horizontal perspective) but because of its effect on my relationship with God(vertical perspective).
The "right" thing is not relative in regards to what our responsibility as believers is. We are to exemplify Christ and glorify Him in every word and action. Even though I may have failed in this instance, that failure provided an opportunity to further exemplify Christ and now all I can do is continue on the best I can.
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