Friday, October 31, 2008
There have been times when I have struggled with letting certain weight go in my life; guilt over something I had done or said, pain in my heart over someone's words or actions, issues I felt I had to carry on my own. We all have things that weigh on us.
Sometimes we would rather hide them, maybe moving from large to XL, to cover them up. Or maybe we just pretend like they are not there. Maybe we tried the all the diets and they just did not work. The thing is, if we keep living that way, is it really living?
There is freedom found in addressing and releasing the weight. In having the tough conversatons, in forgiving, in seeking forgiveness, in letting someOne help take the weight off and finding rest.
The thing about monkeys, as long as they are there, they want to be fed and they have a nasty habit of throwing poo. Sometimes we have to go through the poo to get rid of the monkey. Stay dilligent.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Even typing the title chills ripple up my spine. As a young boy I grew up on a heavy dose of Star Wars and Indiana Jones. Unfortunately, this next generation knows them for the more recent additions to the franchise. At that young age though, they awakened in me a passion for adventure.
Sunday afternoons were when that passion could be momentarily sated. After church, many days I could be found at my grandparents house, scaling the cliffs, defending the valley from hordes of invaders. Our I would be at my cousins house, tromping through the woods, sliding into every hole we could find, hoping the next might be the cavern in which we would find the lost kings treasure. A constant by my side was my cousin Mike.
There were many a Sunday we found ourselves far from home, discovering a new pasture where the insects made a unique buzzing, that sounded like time travel. Or we would be, what seemed like, miles underground, exploring a cave we had found, sliding into a hole where the ceiling was covered with bats and sometimes being chased out as we began to hear monsters awaken from their slumber. What were our parents thinking?
When Jesus sends out the disciples (Matt 10), it sounds a lot more like my Sunday afternoons. Actually the whole book of Matthew is messing me up in a good kinda way. "Foxes have holes and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to rest his head." Birds don't live in nests, unless they reproduce.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Last night, I braved the rain and back roads of Williamsburg to connect with two great friends. It had been a few months since we have seen each other. Sure we had talked on the phone, but there is just something about sitting down at the same table, eating dinner or drinking Starbucks and sharing stories with good friends.
A good friend is someone...
that will listen and still love you in the morning...that you can be real with...that you can share your joy and pain with and not fear it showing up in supermarket tabloids...that will tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear...that you feel refreshed by even after hearing what you need to hear...that will challenge you...that you can argue politics with and still laugh...that brings out the best in you...that will pray for you in earnest...
In reality, you are blessed if you find a handful of great friends. Great friendships don't just happen, you have to live up to all you look for in a friend and more. But ultimately, who you choose to surround yourself with will ultimately determine the direction of your life.
Thanks for a great evening guys!
Monday, October 27, 2008
CPR for the dead of night (car)
The scalp can lose and grow about 100 hairs a day and we think we are busy. Respect the scalp. (shampoo)
In life, it's not who you represent but what (Marines)
It may be humpday, but I'm feeling kinda Sunday (insurance?)
A friend you can eat (candy-my personal favorite tagline)
The American Marketing Association (AMA) defines a brand as a "name, term, sign, symbol or design, or a combination of them intended to identify the goods and services of one seller or group of sellers and to differentiate them from those of other sellers."
What is your brand? Every day our decisions, our attitudes, our habits, our beliefs determine how people view us. What sets you apart?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
In this election, a lot of voices have been heard. The candidates grinding their stump. The character assassin feeding the email rumor mill. The robo-calls...oh the robo-calls. The commentators delivering the blow-by-blow, as if two prize fighters were pummeling each other, as the bell rings for the final round. I am sure the talk will continue for a time after the election is done and the dust settles.
The most important voice is the one you exercise in a little over a week. Many people don't have the same freedom. Yet many will choose not to use it, maybe because they don't like their choices or because they doubt it really even matters. In your silence, you make a choice.
Let your voice be heard. Do your homework. Don't rely on your well meaning neighbor, spam or which celebrity endorsements a candidate receives. Then let your voice be heard.
Next Sunday @ Waters Edge, Stu is presenting "Dear Mr. President", a look at what you would tell the next President. What are you telling the next President with your vote?
Saturday, October 25, 2008
This morning Logan and I were discussing finances. Yeah, he is only 6 but we have tried early on to teach our boys how to handle money. Tara and I really had no clue when we first got married and had to learn the hard way in many things.
Each month the boys put a certain amount of money into their piggy banks for savings and a certain amount into their wallets for spending. Logan could not understand why he could not just spend what was in his wallet.
We talked about the kind of things he wanted to spend his money on and what he wanted to get in the future (financial goals). The goals they set now to get certain toys or art supplies will hopefully translate to their first car or home one day.
Money can be a tough Master if you let it control you, or a great tool if you master it.
On a good note, Cole seems to have gotten the point that you should set aside some to give away. He tried to slip me some extra money from his wallet for "my drive home". Four quarters should get me enough gas, right?
Friday, October 24, 2008
Trick or Treat! Wake up Daddy! Cole straddled my chest in his Wolerine outfit, a menacing glare in his eyes, claws extended toward me and the hint of a smile creeping into the corner of his mouth. It's so good to be home!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Prior to our voyeurism at the Chik-vill-age, we were at the Wave Conference in VA Beach. The whole event dripped with passion. Whether is was the worship led by Joel Huston or the talk by Joshua Smith, you could hear the passion come through them and visually see the effect on the crowd. Clinton Portis and Shaun Alexander were there. (unabashed name dropping)
In each of these experience tonight I got a glimpse into what people were committed to, what they were passionate about. What are you passionate about? It really boils down to what you are willing to sacrifice for, because when we make a commitment we are choosing one way over another. We are choosing to invest our time, energy and resources into something or someone we love.
So what do you love? Does it show in how you choose to live your life?
That was when it happened. I felt my hair grow longer in the back, shorter on the sides. The knees of my jeans ripped and a Members Only tag grew out of my jacket. I knew this was the onset of a bad 80's flashback.
Its the summer of 1988 and over the radio comes "Boom, boom, shakalaka, boom..." A band called Was not Was, through their ingenious lyrical articism, introduced everyone to the Dinosaur dance in Everybody Walk the Dinosaur. A sampling of the eloquence..
So now I sit exhausted still trying to eradicate the rhythm from my brain, fearful of the next time the 80s come back to haunt me.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
For the past two days my dad has been digging up the sewer pipes trying to alleviate the “blockage” at their house. Last night he came across an elbow (corner pipe) that was packed solid with...yeah, it's rather disgusting. No matter what he tried, he could not unpack the pipe.
Sometimes life seems to get like that pipe. Let’s face it, we live a pretty face paced life. Running from soccer games, to PTA, to church, to after hours work meetings…grabbing fast food on the go…you get the picture, you probably live it. We become so busy that when thing slips, we can start to develop a clog in our life.
All of a sudden we find blockage in our relationships, things start to pile up at work, important things don’t get done because we become so focused on managing all the small tasks. Ultimately our relationships consist of facebook wall posts, or reading a blog just to stay connected.
At some point, we have to decide, what is going into our pipe? Are we really spending our time on the things that are important to us? Or are we just cramming our pipe with things that keep up appearances but have no real value.
I got a wall post from my mom this morning. “Your dad is my hero. He fixed both bathrooms last night.” He ended up doing a little surgery on the pipe and replacing it. Maybe a little surgery would not be bad in our own lives.
My hope is that your life becomes about something more, by doing less. It’s better to have one handful with tranquility, than two handfuls of…something or other.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tonight, I served dinner at the rescue mission as I regularly do on Monday evenings. A company had donated chicken strips, so we added some potato salad and green beans to make a relatively easy meal. That gave me more time to hang out with the guys.
Jon introduced himself to me. And then he introduced his dog, Blue. The only thing was Blue was not really there, or he had lost so much weight that I was looking right through him. Besides, Blue can't eat the crackers because it gives him gas, but he does like to tree the squirrels or escapees. Then Jon introduced himself to me again.
No one really minded having Blue there, but I was pretty worried, because if he decided to leave a landmine behind, I was afraid I would not be able to see that as well. After a while, Jon confessed he was not really crazy...and then his voiced changed and he confessed he really was.
I don't know...maybe he was, maybe he was not. I do know that he brought a smile to everyone's face and made washing the dishes that much more fun.
A happy heart makes a cheerful face...try intentionally smiling today...let me know how it goes.
So, welcome to my way station. I hope you find in enjoyable, amusing or at least interesting enough to stop back by as you journey along in life. A way station is just that, a stop along the journey. That way we can look back and share stories about the past and look forward to what the future has in store.
See you soon.