Some people see every tree and can count them, tell you the day they first broke the soil, describe the precise height of each tree and where the leaves lie. Hopefully these people are getting paid to know that kind of detail, but either way, they know the details. This is tremendous knowledge, to be sure, but sometimes that is not the information you need.
That leads me to another person, who does not know the specifics of each tree, but he does know the forest. He knows the best place to enter or exit. He knows what is around the forest. He knows why someone would enter the forest, and what they are likely to see when they get in the forest, but sometimes that is not the information you need.
While I believe there are better analogies, this one has the back-story of years of use that allow me to skip a better explanation. In an ideal world, someone would know the forest and know the trees, but the human brain power being limited and the time for study not as abundant, most will fall into a trap of being one or the other.
At various points in my life, I have felt that I have erred in one direction or another of whatever the proper balance is. Maybe, just maybe, that is the key. Without omniscience, there may be no way to have the proper balance. It is possible that we err continuously in one of the two, because we just can't do it all.
While that may be hollow consolation when you run into a situation like I did this last week, it could be. I just refuse to accept it personally. This week I had a situation where I have been looking at the big picture. I had a tremendous view of everything that was going on and I felt I had it handled. It just so happened that the guy I was working with was staring at a tree and just couldn't get over the fact that I neglected that tree.
As I think about that potential of impossibility, I know that I press forward with the hopes that I will have the perfect balance soon. I work to learn the forest and the trees. And since my latest escapade where I erred on the side of being too globally focused, I am sure the next experience I have (if there is one) will be one where I study each tree too much.
The real question is how do we know what the proper thing to prioritize is in each situation. And as I look at how I've compensated for my shortfalls over the years, I've tried to bring in people that complement me. While I struck gold with my wife, Kelly, I still find that in some areas of my life, I am not as well augmented as I could be.
If I am worried that I will fail, I've already put my belief in me, which is really the wrong person. So as I continue to struggle, I will know that the only real way I can approach completeness in any area is to call on the One who does know it all. I will continue to lean on God, so that my weaknesses can bring forth His strengths and hope that I never again overvalue the forest (or the trees).
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
I Want to Keep My Friends!
I just had a wonderful conversation with a fantastic Christian friend that I have had the good pleasure of (hopefully) mutually challenging each other in our Christian walk for some time now. As I think back on the years we have known each other, I am so happy that all the little pitfalls that can and do happen in a relationship seem to have avoided us, but unfortunately, I cannot say that we have been unaffected by conflict.
Now, I do believe that conflict can be a good thing, but I also think conflict is only good when it is approached correctly. You see, conflict without real resolution is merely a feeling of angst in a situation that will never benefit the two parties. Unfortunately, in my life, I have had many people over the years where small issues have been ignored and there were small matters of contention for which resolution was never sought.
On the positive side, most of these issues were at the center of relationships that didn't matter enough to really lose sleep over. As much as it is possible, I look forward with the hopes that even the smallest of contentions can be resolved in a biblical manner. I think merely the realization and desire will help this to become a lesser problem than it could be, but even that may not be enough, as conflict is always lurking around the corner to ruin another small cavern of our lives, so we must always be vigilant in our efforts.
While my church is committed to never forgetting the past, I need to personally make a similar decision. The reality is that there are always things that come up. I was speaking with my niece the other night about the potential for a friendship to be broken up over $40. While I'd like to say I'd never be that petty, without Christ's redeeming influence on my life, I'd be even more petty. I had a business deal today with a man who potentially will work with me into the future on a regular basis, but due to a small difference of opinion, he was willing to throw it all away.
This is where I can greatly appreciate that being a peacemaker is a very difficult thing. Sometimes this requires us to have uncomfortable conversations with people. To take ownership of your own faults and not look to the faults of others is difficult and not part of the natural man. The only way we can effectively do this is to allow God to continue to work in us. This is my prayer on a daily basis.
The biggest thing I have noticed in my own life is that I need to not glean all my information from outside people. My aforementioned friend and I had the biggest conflict when we were both listening to a mutual "friend," who would tell us things that made us both think less of one another. The damage took years to undo, but by God's grace we made it through. The one thing about which I most worry is who are all the people that I wrote off due to talking to someone else, where I could have a wonderful relationship today?
So, as I muddle through my daily life, I am reminded to not accept unwarranted gossip and not get upset over petty things. Most of all, however, I pray that my own nature would be lost in a DNA-reboot as the Lord of all Creation continues to work on me.
Now, I do believe that conflict can be a good thing, but I also think conflict is only good when it is approached correctly. You see, conflict without real resolution is merely a feeling of angst in a situation that will never benefit the two parties. Unfortunately, in my life, I have had many people over the years where small issues have been ignored and there were small matters of contention for which resolution was never sought.
On the positive side, most of these issues were at the center of relationships that didn't matter enough to really lose sleep over. As much as it is possible, I look forward with the hopes that even the smallest of contentions can be resolved in a biblical manner. I think merely the realization and desire will help this to become a lesser problem than it could be, but even that may not be enough, as conflict is always lurking around the corner to ruin another small cavern of our lives, so we must always be vigilant in our efforts.
While my church is committed to never forgetting the past, I need to personally make a similar decision. The reality is that there are always things that come up. I was speaking with my niece the other night about the potential for a friendship to be broken up over $40. While I'd like to say I'd never be that petty, without Christ's redeeming influence on my life, I'd be even more petty. I had a business deal today with a man who potentially will work with me into the future on a regular basis, but due to a small difference of opinion, he was willing to throw it all away.
This is where I can greatly appreciate that being a peacemaker is a very difficult thing. Sometimes this requires us to have uncomfortable conversations with people. To take ownership of your own faults and not look to the faults of others is difficult and not part of the natural man. The only way we can effectively do this is to allow God to continue to work in us. This is my prayer on a daily basis.
The biggest thing I have noticed in my own life is that I need to not glean all my information from outside people. My aforementioned friend and I had the biggest conflict when we were both listening to a mutual "friend," who would tell us things that made us both think less of one another. The damage took years to undo, but by God's grace we made it through. The one thing about which I most worry is who are all the people that I wrote off due to talking to someone else, where I could have a wonderful relationship today?
So, as I muddle through my daily life, I am reminded to not accept unwarranted gossip and not get upset over petty things. Most of all, however, I pray that my own nature would be lost in a DNA-reboot as the Lord of all Creation continues to work on me.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Can Anyone Write Every Day?
Writer's Block. Clearly we can see that sometimes people who are attempting to write something cannot come up with something to write. While one may assume that this is the sign of a weak writer, there is evidence throughout history of great writers having a period of time where they could not write. But the question that begs to be asked is, "Why does it exist?"
Do we see great cooks having a period of time where they cannot cook? Do we have great designers going through a period of time where they just cannot come up with new designs? On the other hand, do we even see mediocre contributers to society in some way, go through a dark period where they just cannot produce whatever it is they produce?
While it does seem that writing is the area when we see this the most, all of creation is subject to the sabbath. God commands us to rest. God commands us to rest the land. There is strong support that taking a sabbatical for men in certain positions reaps immense benefits. Is it possible that the art of writing also falls into this trap?
I believe that writing is similar to these things! Resting of the land is where it takes a break from what it is actually intended to do to become sharper at what it does. Taking a sabbatical is much the same. Even a weekly sabbath where we take a break from what we do is something that makes us a better worker. If you do not believe me, try working with someone who hasn't had a day off in over a few months. They will not produce like they once did.
God's built-in design for a break, in my opinion, can be one of the primary reasons for writer's block. Writing is one of the very few things we can do in this world where the totality of who we are can come through. Someone writing can put forth their entirety into their work. There are very few other things in this life, where the totality of who we are can come through.
So when those who write need a break, maybe we should be more gracious and give them that break without hassle. Of course, once the sabbath of writer's block is over, we should expect high quality material. So, take your favorite blog writer, and when he takes a break from his schedule, give him time, then hold him to a higher standard!
Do we see great cooks having a period of time where they cannot cook? Do we have great designers going through a period of time where they just cannot come up with new designs? On the other hand, do we even see mediocre contributers to society in some way, go through a dark period where they just cannot produce whatever it is they produce?
While it does seem that writing is the area when we see this the most, all of creation is subject to the sabbath. God commands us to rest. God commands us to rest the land. There is strong support that taking a sabbatical for men in certain positions reaps immense benefits. Is it possible that the art of writing also falls into this trap?
I believe that writing is similar to these things! Resting of the land is where it takes a break from what it is actually intended to do to become sharper at what it does. Taking a sabbatical is much the same. Even a weekly sabbath where we take a break from what we do is something that makes us a better worker. If you do not believe me, try working with someone who hasn't had a day off in over a few months. They will not produce like they once did.
God's built-in design for a break, in my opinion, can be one of the primary reasons for writer's block. Writing is one of the very few things we can do in this world where the totality of who we are can come through. Someone writing can put forth their entirety into their work. There are very few other things in this life, where the totality of who we are can come through.
So when those who write need a break, maybe we should be more gracious and give them that break without hassle. Of course, once the sabbath of writer's block is over, we should expect high quality material. So, take your favorite blog writer, and when he takes a break from his schedule, give him time, then hold him to a higher standard!
Friday, March 23, 2012
So Many Crises, So Little Time
"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral or spiritual crisis, proclaim their neutrality." Said by John F. Kennedy in an attempt to quote Dante, neither of which are we probably excited to duplicate in speech or theology. While I certainly don't want to get into the potential levels in Hell, I do think that we need to never be neutral in crises where there is a clear and definite side taken by Scripture.
David Wooten did a wonderful job in his poem about life. I am not sure why some in the political realm choose to ignore the obvious truth that life exists prior to birth. When we can have babies successfully survive when "born" after 3-4 months gestational period, it becomes difficult to argue in the alternative. Jeremiah 1:5 says, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you; and before you were born, I consecrated you.”
While we should all be committed to defending the unborn, it isn't often that we get to make a tangible decision to help. My family gets to make such a decision tomorrow (Saturday, March 24), as we walk for life. My church, Orlando Grace Church, will be walking behind a banner displayed at church this last Sunday, as we show our support.
Many of you are firmly convinced of the correctness of a Pro-Life stance, but you are not sure of the benefits of a crisis pregnancy center. Well, the aforementioned crisis is often the position a pregnant woman is in. We live in a society, where parents can win court cases because they were advised against killing their child.
Clearly, there is something wrong with this picture, and people who find themselves in this crisis situation, can use support and outfits like these are invaluable. If you want to learn more about what a crisis pregnancy center can do, you can attend a "baby" shower this coming Thursday, where you will participate in typical shower games, learn about the benefits, and give gifts to help support the crisis pregnancy center. Usually only women attend the showers (though men interested in learning can find another conduit for that also).
If you want to support the walk monetarily or attend the shower, feel free to contact me. Above all we desire your prayers for our country, the issue of abortion, and the mothers and families in crisis. May we never be described as people who, in times of crisis, proclaim our neutrality.
David Wooten did a wonderful job in his poem about life. I am not sure why some in the political realm choose to ignore the obvious truth that life exists prior to birth. When we can have babies successfully survive when "born" after 3-4 months gestational period, it becomes difficult to argue in the alternative. Jeremiah 1:5 says, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you; and before you were born, I consecrated you.”
While we should all be committed to defending the unborn, it isn't often that we get to make a tangible decision to help. My family gets to make such a decision tomorrow (Saturday, March 24), as we walk for life. My church, Orlando Grace Church, will be walking behind a banner displayed at church this last Sunday, as we show our support.
Many of you are firmly convinced of the correctness of a Pro-Life stance, but you are not sure of the benefits of a crisis pregnancy center. Well, the aforementioned crisis is often the position a pregnant woman is in. We live in a society, where parents can win court cases because they were advised against killing their child.
Clearly, there is something wrong with this picture, and people who find themselves in this crisis situation, can use support and outfits like these are invaluable. If you want to learn more about what a crisis pregnancy center can do, you can attend a "baby" shower this coming Thursday, where you will participate in typical shower games, learn about the benefits, and give gifts to help support the crisis pregnancy center. Usually only women attend the showers (though men interested in learning can find another conduit for that also).
If you want to support the walk monetarily or attend the shower, feel free to contact me. Above all we desire your prayers for our country, the issue of abortion, and the mothers and families in crisis. May we never be described as people who, in times of crisis, proclaim our neutrality.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
The Joy of the Mundane and the Irritation of the Everyday
If you are unaware, my sister is on a one year mission, where she only eats things that are made from scratch. I am thoroughly enjoying reading about her journey from afar. Today, however, I had the inordinate joy of joining her as she cooked a few loaves of bread and some cookies. Of course, my contribution was encouraging and watching (and at least one of those I did poorly).
As I encouraged her to contribute to her blog with the story of bread and/or cookies, she told me that her adventures in cooking of the commonplace were not worthy of writing. As much as I may try to convince her otherwise, I really ran out of good arguments. The fact is that writing is most interesting when you have a story to tell. While this seems obvious, I also realize that we have a definite issue with this in our lives.
We tend to undervalue the prosaic. We tend to not enjoy the journey. We tend to not recognize the greatness of the moment we are having. I'm not necessarily referring to enjoying each moment as it comes in this blog, but rather, I am advocating that we should see that some of the things we do each day are extraordinary. Even if what we are doing would not make a good story, there is value in recognizing that each day of our life is outstanding.
We need to see that drama is not necessary for success in a given day. If we recognize that the things we see as mundane as reasonably joyful, we will love our lives quite a bit more. It is simply extraordinary that my sister can take an array of nondescript ingredients and turn it into something as tasty as bread or yeast-free cookies. She sees it as a procession of the everyday, and I see it as amazing.
I think that the danger of not doing this is that we begin to become irritated with our everyday lives. I have had interactions with people recently who are so convinced that what they are going through is not God's will that they are attempting to get others to augment what they are doing. I've had discussions with several people who are thinking divorce is a viable option for them, all because they are failing to see the wonder and amazement in the everyday static.
While I concede that it is possible to fall somewhere in the middle, I think overall those who fail to find joy in the mundane begin to find irritation in the everyday. And I think my sister does see the joy in cooking with weird ingredients, she just doesn't want to blog about it, and for that, the world is saddened by the lack of top notch writing!
As I encouraged her to contribute to her blog with the story of bread and/or cookies, she told me that her adventures in cooking of the commonplace were not worthy of writing. As much as I may try to convince her otherwise, I really ran out of good arguments. The fact is that writing is most interesting when you have a story to tell. While this seems obvious, I also realize that we have a definite issue with this in our lives.
We tend to undervalue the prosaic. We tend to not enjoy the journey. We tend to not recognize the greatness of the moment we are having. I'm not necessarily referring to enjoying each moment as it comes in this blog, but rather, I am advocating that we should see that some of the things we do each day are extraordinary. Even if what we are doing would not make a good story, there is value in recognizing that each day of our life is outstanding.
We need to see that drama is not necessary for success in a given day. If we recognize that the things we see as mundane as reasonably joyful, we will love our lives quite a bit more. It is simply extraordinary that my sister can take an array of nondescript ingredients and turn it into something as tasty as bread or yeast-free cookies. She sees it as a procession of the everyday, and I see it as amazing.
I think that the danger of not doing this is that we begin to become irritated with our everyday lives. I have had interactions with people recently who are so convinced that what they are going through is not God's will that they are attempting to get others to augment what they are doing. I've had discussions with several people who are thinking divorce is a viable option for them, all because they are failing to see the wonder and amazement in the everyday static.
While I concede that it is possible to fall somewhere in the middle, I think overall those who fail to find joy in the mundane begin to find irritation in the everyday. And I think my sister does see the joy in cooking with weird ingredients, she just doesn't want to blog about it, and for that, the world is saddened by the lack of top notch writing!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Do We Really Need Art?
I have been accused of loving math. While this accusation does not bother me, I don't believe it is as good of a description as is possible. I think I just understand math. That alone probably puts me in the minority, but it doesn't make me a tin foil hat wearing guy. Does it?
There is a simplicity to numbers. It is easy to see when something is off. Symmetry (or lack thereof) becomes an easy thing to evaluate. When you want an answer, there is a definite one. There is no room for atrtistic expression with numbers.
Numbers do not lie, and noone would suggest that they do. People don't frequently evaluate the originator of a good spreadsheet as something to be desired. On the other hand, people will value an original of something artistic at a thousand times more than a knock-off that looks exactly the same. Why is this? I watch TV shows like Remington Steele and White Collar and marvel about how a simple imperfection here or there adds millions to the value.
Now, I can look at two pieces of art and determine which I believe to be better. Of course, you may look at the same two pieces and make the opposite determination. This is really what frustrates me. My high school art teacher was a great person, but even when I had followed the instructions to a tee, she had a firm grasp of the obvious—I have no artistic talent.
One offshoot of this is that I struggle even with sports which grade artstic creativity. I have no problem accepting divers, gymnasts, and ice skaters as legitimate athletes. By the same token, I have a real hard time accepting that something with so subjective a determinate can be a sport. Clearly there are subjective calls made in football and basketball, but the score is very objective.
This also affects the way I look at just about everything.
So, I guess I am pleading with you to not take offense if I do something to visually frustrate you. It isn't that I don't care about you, just that I couldn't care less about art.
There is a simplicity to numbers. It is easy to see when something is off. Symmetry (or lack thereof) becomes an easy thing to evaluate. When you want an answer, there is a definite one. There is no room for atrtistic expression with numbers.
Numbers do not lie, and noone would suggest that they do. People don't frequently evaluate the originator of a good spreadsheet as something to be desired. On the other hand, people will value an original of something artistic at a thousand times more than a knock-off that looks exactly the same. Why is this? I watch TV shows like Remington Steele and White Collar and marvel about how a simple imperfection here or there adds millions to the value.
Now, I can look at two pieces of art and determine which I believe to be better. Of course, you may look at the same two pieces and make the opposite determination. This is really what frustrates me. My high school art teacher was a great person, but even when I had followed the instructions to a tee, she had a firm grasp of the obvious—I have no artistic talent.
One offshoot of this is that I struggle even with sports which grade artstic creativity. I have no problem accepting divers, gymnasts, and ice skaters as legitimate athletes. By the same token, I have a real hard time accepting that something with so subjective a determinate can be a sport. Clearly there are subjective calls made in football and basketball, but the score is very objective.
This also affects the way I look at just about everything.
- I ran a website design company while in graduate school, which I wrote all code for and yet, I couldn't put together the page to actually make the sites look good without serious help.
- I ran Vacation Bible School a while ago, where people were exuberant about the event, but they were disgruntled by my lack of decorations.
- I run many Bible Quiz tournaments and a league, where everyone always enjoys the events, but my awards are shady.
- I write a blog occassionally for my church, which Pastor Curt claims to like, but claims I need to brighten it up with pictures (which he goes back and inserts later). Having written almost 80 blog posts and never once included a picture may have led my faithful readers to know that already.
- This may also be why I am also the most disheveled guy in a typical group in which I travel. I just can't really tell what looks good and what doesn't.
So, I guess I am pleading with you to not take offense if I do something to visually frustrate you. It isn't that I don't care about you, just that I couldn't care less about art.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
The Tracks of Our Tears
As I sat down with a dear friend earlier today who was tremendously sad and needed a good cry. I couldn't get my friend to cry, which almost made me cry except I choked back the tears, as that would be weakness shown and I wanted to be strong for this friend. Then I decided to drive home in my rental car for the week (which should be a post of its own) and turned on its satellite radio (another post also) to the sappy channels.
As I heard the song, "Don't Cry out Loud," I felt it hit a little too close to home and I changed it over to the 60's station. There I heard, "Big Girls Don't Cry" and I thought God was directly speaking to me through the radio, like the aliens in The Greatest American Hero. Then I went to the country stations, where I heard a couple lines like, "I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years" and "Real men Never Cry, They Never Shed a Tear."
At this point I was drawn to consider this culture's view of crying. I had a friend in high school who refused to cry ever. In fact when he was around people crying, he would walk away to show his disapproval. I also remember a discussion with many people in college, most of which stated that they had never seen their father cry.
Fortunately (I believe), these are foreign concepts to me. My father was exceedingly willing to let us see him cry when the occasion called for it. My mother was very much against whining, but that was largely so there would be value in our tears. We were raised to allow our tears to show when the occasion was appropriate, but I firmly believe that my family was correct, but not normal. And this realization leaves me sad for our culture, in general and specifically for those I know who are afraid to cry when they should.
I cannot understand why our culture criminalizes the crying, but I really dislike it. The fact is that there are times where we will be sad. There are times when we will have such over-riding joy. There will be times of immense disappointment. There will be times where we marvel at the greatness of the gifts that are given to us. There are times where the best, easiest, and most accurate way to communicate our feelings is to shed a tear (or many tears).
In my humble opinion, we have taken away this natural, helpful activity as an option for many in our society. As a father of children in their formative years, I want to make sure they have a healthy view of crying. I want to teach them that false, deceptive tears are an abomination, and being overly weepy and whiny is a sign of a loathsome person. On the other hand, someone who bottles in tears is someone who will burst eventually. While my children may learn what I believe to be the correct theology of crying, they will almost certainly exist in a world that does not.
So how do we deal with our friends who need to cry and won't? What can I say to my dear friend who needed to cry and felt like he couldn't? I think I would have been a better friend by empathising with him, crying with/for him and telling him I was there for him. And beyond that I think I am not powerful enough to overcome decades of societal ingraining, but we certainly can hope, eh.
As I heard the song, "Don't Cry out Loud," I felt it hit a little too close to home and I changed it over to the 60's station. There I heard, "Big Girls Don't Cry" and I thought God was directly speaking to me through the radio, like the aliens in The Greatest American Hero. Then I went to the country stations, where I heard a couple lines like, "I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years" and "Real men Never Cry, They Never Shed a Tear."
At this point I was drawn to consider this culture's view of crying. I had a friend in high school who refused to cry ever. In fact when he was around people crying, he would walk away to show his disapproval. I also remember a discussion with many people in college, most of which stated that they had never seen their father cry.
Fortunately (I believe), these are foreign concepts to me. My father was exceedingly willing to let us see him cry when the occasion called for it. My mother was very much against whining, but that was largely so there would be value in our tears. We were raised to allow our tears to show when the occasion was appropriate, but I firmly believe that my family was correct, but not normal. And this realization leaves me sad for our culture, in general and specifically for those I know who are afraid to cry when they should.
I cannot understand why our culture criminalizes the crying, but I really dislike it. The fact is that there are times where we will be sad. There are times when we will have such over-riding joy. There will be times of immense disappointment. There will be times where we marvel at the greatness of the gifts that are given to us. There are times where the best, easiest, and most accurate way to communicate our feelings is to shed a tear (or many tears).
In my humble opinion, we have taken away this natural, helpful activity as an option for many in our society. As a father of children in their formative years, I want to make sure they have a healthy view of crying. I want to teach them that false, deceptive tears are an abomination, and being overly weepy and whiny is a sign of a loathsome person. On the other hand, someone who bottles in tears is someone who will burst eventually. While my children may learn what I believe to be the correct theology of crying, they will almost certainly exist in a world that does not.
So how do we deal with our friends who need to cry and won't? What can I say to my dear friend who needed to cry and felt like he couldn't? I think I would have been a better friend by empathising with him, crying with/for him and telling him I was there for him. And beyond that I think I am not powerful enough to overcome decades of societal ingraining, but we certainly can hope, eh.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
How Magical is Absolute Power?
It seems that today Dwight Howard decided he would stay with the Orlando Magic for at least another year and a half. Some people may be upset at his seemingly fickle decision-making, while others will applaud his loyalty. Most of Orlando is probably stoked that he is sticking around, and I am kind of torn on this issue. I love what Dwight says, stands for as a person, and what he has done for the community.
On the other hand, I am not completely sure that building around him is the best way to win a championship. It is certainly a way to make sure the team makes the playoffs every year and gets to the conference semi's or farther, which is probably better than the alternatives at the Orlando Magic's disposal last week. In order to improve their stock, I am convinced that the Orlando Magic need to get another all star starter, particularly one with a good clutch game. This is why they made a move for Gilbert Arenas last year, I'm sure.
Having said all of that, this is certainly not the time I make a play for Otis Smith's job as general manager. What I find amazing is that the Orlando Magic were seemingly willing to give Dwight Howard so much power. It was said that Dwight could determine whether the team would keep the coach (Stan Van Gundy) and GM (Otis Smith). Can you imagine being able to determine if the HR representative and your manager at your job got to stay? It certainly would be fun and fulfilling from a power perception perspective, but that isn't necessarily the best thing to do.
I've heard it said that people raise to their highest level of competency in an organization. I believe that people actually raise to their lowest level of incompetence, as they keep getting promoted until they are slightly incompetent. While it is possible that some people would be capable of making decisions above their "pay grade," the reality is that those people would be few and far between.
In addition, it is completely true that when one person is given too much power, it typically does not go well. The founding fathers of our country saw the potential when they divided what they saw as the three main jobs of government into three different branches. But even in small places, we can see this. Single people generally make less-informed decisions than married people. Individuals who work by themselves are often more apt to do something crazy than those who work in groups. Cults hardly ever have a group of several people leading the way.
"Anyone dealing with a group that purposefully separates itself to the extent that they answer to noone, be careful." This is why the Orlando Magic, if they want to be successful, may need Dwight Howard roaming the paint, but they definitely need someone else drawing the plays and determining who gets to play with Dwight, because as great of a person as Dwight is, he is not capable of doing the job of three people, especially when 29 other teams out there have three really bright, accomplished people doing so.
So, while the Orlando area resident in me is excited by the potential of the Orlando Magic with Dwight Howard, the logician in me is desirous of making sure they do not incapacitate themselves by pulling all effective power from Stan Van Gundy or Otis Smith. And if these two men are now essentially powerless to Dwight, the team must replace them with people willing and able to stand up to Dwight to tell him to stick to what he does best—rebound and block shots!
On the other hand, I am not completely sure that building around him is the best way to win a championship. It is certainly a way to make sure the team makes the playoffs every year and gets to the conference semi's or farther, which is probably better than the alternatives at the Orlando Magic's disposal last week. In order to improve their stock, I am convinced that the Orlando Magic need to get another all star starter, particularly one with a good clutch game. This is why they made a move for Gilbert Arenas last year, I'm sure.
Having said all of that, this is certainly not the time I make a play for Otis Smith's job as general manager. What I find amazing is that the Orlando Magic were seemingly willing to give Dwight Howard so much power. It was said that Dwight could determine whether the team would keep the coach (Stan Van Gundy) and GM (Otis Smith). Can you imagine being able to determine if the HR representative and your manager at your job got to stay? It certainly would be fun and fulfilling from a power perception perspective, but that isn't necessarily the best thing to do.
I've heard it said that people raise to their highest level of competency in an organization. I believe that people actually raise to their lowest level of incompetence, as they keep getting promoted until they are slightly incompetent. While it is possible that some people would be capable of making decisions above their "pay grade," the reality is that those people would be few and far between.
In addition, it is completely true that when one person is given too much power, it typically does not go well. The founding fathers of our country saw the potential when they divided what they saw as the three main jobs of government into three different branches. But even in small places, we can see this. Single people generally make less-informed decisions than married people. Individuals who work by themselves are often more apt to do something crazy than those who work in groups. Cults hardly ever have a group of several people leading the way.
"Anyone dealing with a group that purposefully separates itself to the extent that they answer to noone, be careful." This is why the Orlando Magic, if they want to be successful, may need Dwight Howard roaming the paint, but they definitely need someone else drawing the plays and determining who gets to play with Dwight, because as great of a person as Dwight is, he is not capable of doing the job of three people, especially when 29 other teams out there have three really bright, accomplished people doing so.
So, while the Orlando area resident in me is excited by the potential of the Orlando Magic with Dwight Howard, the logician in me is desirous of making sure they do not incapacitate themselves by pulling all effective power from Stan Van Gundy or Otis Smith. And if these two men are now essentially powerless to Dwight, the team must replace them with people willing and able to stand up to Dwight to tell him to stick to what he does best—rebound and block shots!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Daylight Savings Time
My life has been a whirlwind lately and there are many things that I would like to discuss, and while I am sure they will come up, I feel the need to discuss a topic that comes up but twice a year. Daylight Savings Time is such an interesting concept, that my high school math teacher, Jeff LeMaster, told me it was based on the old indian concept of lengthening one's blanket by cutting a foot from the top and sewing it to the bottom.
While never really completely believing good ol' Coach LeMaster, I've always remembered that story because it was so funny. The irony is something I think of every night when I lay down and adjust my blanket upward or downward. Of course, there is a little bit more sophistication to a typical day than a blanket, so there will be some more reasons to alter the time than just moving the day around, but I think it still points out the absurdity of the whole thing.
I learned when I watched National Treasure, I learned that the first recommendation for Daylight Savings Time came from Benjamin Franklin. As my son read his biography, he told me that Ben Franklin did not really recommend time change, just that we alter our schedules based on the pattern of when the sun is.
To me, that is an adjustment that makes sense. After all, how can we teach our children that noon is the middle of the day when, for half of the year, it actually isn't the middle of the day. On the other hand, it does make sense to not have daylight when most of us are asleep and allow us to enjoy more time in the evening. My friend, Marc Rapetti, tells me about something called a circadian rhythm, which is benefited by being up during daylight hours.
Before the modern synchronization of clocks, many civilizations adapted their day and called the sunlight time twelve hours and split it accordingly. After the concept of precise time zones, set by time in Greenwich, England, this daily adjustment became more difficult. On the other hand, taking advantage of the aforementioned extra daylight benefits, can benefit individuals, which could also lead to the benefit of society, in general.
So, most countries (excluding those in Asia and Africa) and a majority of the states in this country are currently adjusting their clock to account for the change in when the sun rises and sets. And while knuckleheads like me might think it laughable that it actually saves that much in energy costs, apparently during the Great War, the savings was significant enough that countries decided to implement it.
Now I enjoy the benefits of a longer evening as much as anyone, but I also hate waking up an hour earlier on just one day. While I think it would be nice to have our work schedule follow the daylight, I think it is impractical for a society such as ours. So, as I join people in the complaining about the lost hour, I guess it beats any potential alternative.
While never really completely believing good ol' Coach LeMaster, I've always remembered that story because it was so funny. The irony is something I think of every night when I lay down and adjust my blanket upward or downward. Of course, there is a little bit more sophistication to a typical day than a blanket, so there will be some more reasons to alter the time than just moving the day around, but I think it still points out the absurdity of the whole thing.
I learned when I watched National Treasure, I learned that the first recommendation for Daylight Savings Time came from Benjamin Franklin. As my son read his biography, he told me that Ben Franklin did not really recommend time change, just that we alter our schedules based on the pattern of when the sun is.
To me, that is an adjustment that makes sense. After all, how can we teach our children that noon is the middle of the day when, for half of the year, it actually isn't the middle of the day. On the other hand, it does make sense to not have daylight when most of us are asleep and allow us to enjoy more time in the evening. My friend, Marc Rapetti, tells me about something called a circadian rhythm, which is benefited by being up during daylight hours.
Before the modern synchronization of clocks, many civilizations adapted their day and called the sunlight time twelve hours and split it accordingly. After the concept of precise time zones, set by time in Greenwich, England, this daily adjustment became more difficult. On the other hand, taking advantage of the aforementioned extra daylight benefits, can benefit individuals, which could also lead to the benefit of society, in general.
So, most countries (excluding those in Asia and Africa) and a majority of the states in this country are currently adjusting their clock to account for the change in when the sun rises and sets. And while knuckleheads like me might think it laughable that it actually saves that much in energy costs, apparently during the Great War, the savings was significant enough that countries decided to implement it.
Now I enjoy the benefits of a longer evening as much as anyone, but I also hate waking up an hour earlier on just one day. While I think it would be nice to have our work schedule follow the daylight, I think it is impractical for a society such as ours. So, as I join people in the complaining about the lost hour, I guess it beats any potential alternative.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Insecure much?
Does someone like me? It isn't just a question that insecure middle school girls ask. It is also a question that plagues most of us into adulthood. Many of us walk around so uncertain and unsure of ourselves hoping for someone to give us that boon of encouragement that we need at any given point. We are creatures of immense hesitancy and verecund. We never do feel completely comfortable in our own skin.
I believe as a kid that is why we crave the attention and affirmation of our parents. At least then we feel as if there is a secure place to go. After that security is felt, we move on to our peers and others, but someone who never feels secure around their parents lives a perpetual childhood. You meet these people, who are like 53 and still pining for the approval of their parents. It is unnatural and a result (normally) of never feeling as if they received that as a child.
The antithesis of that position may also be something that seems to affect us into adulthood. However, whether you are in either of those two camps or the meaty part of the bell curve in between, the fact is that we all want affirmation somehow. As adults we usually don't blatantly ask, but the insecurity still resides in most of us. Is someone really my friend? How can I really tell?
I have come up with a theory that may be crazy, but I always feel we can tell the affection and respect someone has for us by the way they introduce us. When we like someone, we introduce them with enthusiasm and vigor. We love to introduce those people whom we love and respect. If we are begrudgingly introducing someone, I think it shows up.
Similarly, we are gleaning information on what others feel about us by how they introduce us. So, I am forever trying to be around someone I want to like me with someone they know to see how they will introduce me. This way I can determine what they think about me. But more than anything, I realize that my children are right now gleaning from me what I think about them.
I realize how fragile they are and how on a day-to-day basis what I say and do can alter their ego and how they feel about themselves. Every day, I either push them closer to neurosis or closer to a proper view of self. So, I am exceedingly thankful that I have a Parakletos and I pray continually to the Sovereign God that He will take my works of filthy rags and turn them into lovely clothing for my children to wear into a phenomenal future!
I believe as a kid that is why we crave the attention and affirmation of our parents. At least then we feel as if there is a secure place to go. After that security is felt, we move on to our peers and others, but someone who never feels secure around their parents lives a perpetual childhood. You meet these people, who are like 53 and still pining for the approval of their parents. It is unnatural and a result (normally) of never feeling as if they received that as a child.
The antithesis of that position may also be something that seems to affect us into adulthood. However, whether you are in either of those two camps or the meaty part of the bell curve in between, the fact is that we all want affirmation somehow. As adults we usually don't blatantly ask, but the insecurity still resides in most of us. Is someone really my friend? How can I really tell?
I have come up with a theory that may be crazy, but I always feel we can tell the affection and respect someone has for us by the way they introduce us. When we like someone, we introduce them with enthusiasm and vigor. We love to introduce those people whom we love and respect. If we are begrudgingly introducing someone, I think it shows up.
Similarly, we are gleaning information on what others feel about us by how they introduce us. So, I am forever trying to be around someone I want to like me with someone they know to see how they will introduce me. This way I can determine what they think about me. But more than anything, I realize that my children are right now gleaning from me what I think about them.
I realize how fragile they are and how on a day-to-day basis what I say and do can alter their ego and how they feel about themselves. Every day, I either push them closer to neurosis or closer to a proper view of self. So, I am exceedingly thankful that I have a Parakletos and I pray continually to the Sovereign God that He will take my works of filthy rags and turn them into lovely clothing for my children to wear into a phenomenal future!
Friday, March 9, 2012
Training our Children
Recently, I was asked to attempt to occasionally make some of my blogs worthy of my church's website. While the thought of people actually reading my blog terrifies me (or at least makes me think I should write better), I decided to give it a go. So, as I attend a church, which firmly believes in propagating the gospel, we should be building disciples. Orlando Grace is fervently desirous of reproducing both Christians within our congregation and reproducing solid, biblical churches outside of our congregations. While the impact on missions and evangelism is obvious, we also feel it is essential to plan for the discipleship of the young that God clearly and obviously places within our covenant community—the children of our covenant members.
As you look around on an average Sunday, it is obvious that God has blessed us in this area. Sometimes, as believers, we look at ourselves and feel that we may not have been as responsible in our commitment to God in areas as we have been blessed. The training of our children here at Orlando Grace was previously one of those areas. However, within the last few years, we have completely revamped this and are finally starting to feel ourselves walking worthy of the blessing God has given us.
Orlando Grace Church believes that Scripture clearly teaches that the parents have the primary responsibility to raise their children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. This includes teaching them about God, disciplining them and striving to honor God before them in all they do. The Children’s Ministry team at Orlando Grace desires to be a support to its parents by encouraging them and supplementing them in the nurture of their children, in accordance to Scripture and the vision of its God-given elders.
Because the church takes these things so seriously, we recently went on a thorough study of children's curriculum and added The Praise Factory to our Equipping Hour. We are already seeing the benefits of this in our church. As a father with children in the classes, I can attest to the fact that I am exceedingly excited about the awesome instruction my children are receiving! However, the leadership was not content to stop there.
So, with the knowledge that a new facility is on its way, we have undertaken the re-writing of our children's policy. With Evan and Katie Fairey spearheading this operation, a new policy has been authored and it is now going through the tweaking channels to make sure nothing (OK, as little as possible) gets missed.
This means that Orlando Grace Church will start to see some systematic changes in the way we filter our children, in the way we interact with them, in the way we look at their potential leaders, and the way we treat them as members of the broader covenant community. As an excited dad, I am further exuberant that I have begun to see these operational efficiencies and steps to improve what we do come. I am further energized by the fact that I have been given a chance to help integrate some of these changes, and I know that soon we will all be reaping the benefits of this new policy.
Serendipitously, God is synchronizing this with the initiation of a full time facility, which we get to look after and use for His glory. Continue to pray for the elders, deacons, leaders, and workers as these changes become part of the footprint of how God is using OGC to build disciples from these dear little ones with which He has blessed us. May we never take that for granted!
As you look around on an average Sunday, it is obvious that God has blessed us in this area. Sometimes, as believers, we look at ourselves and feel that we may not have been as responsible in our commitment to God in areas as we have been blessed. The training of our children here at Orlando Grace was previously one of those areas. However, within the last few years, we have completely revamped this and are finally starting to feel ourselves walking worthy of the blessing God has given us.
Orlando Grace Church believes that Scripture clearly teaches that the parents have the primary responsibility to raise their children in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. This includes teaching them about God, disciplining them and striving to honor God before them in all they do. The Children’s Ministry team at Orlando Grace desires to be a support to its parents by encouraging them and supplementing them in the nurture of their children, in accordance to Scripture and the vision of its God-given elders.
Because the church takes these things so seriously, we recently went on a thorough study of children's curriculum and added The Praise Factory to our Equipping Hour. We are already seeing the benefits of this in our church. As a father with children in the classes, I can attest to the fact that I am exceedingly excited about the awesome instruction my children are receiving! However, the leadership was not content to stop there.
So, with the knowledge that a new facility is on its way, we have undertaken the re-writing of our children's policy. With Evan and Katie Fairey spearheading this operation, a new policy has been authored and it is now going through the tweaking channels to make sure nothing (OK, as little as possible) gets missed.
This means that Orlando Grace Church will start to see some systematic changes in the way we filter our children, in the way we interact with them, in the way we look at their potential leaders, and the way we treat them as members of the broader covenant community. As an excited dad, I am further exuberant that I have begun to see these operational efficiencies and steps to improve what we do come. I am further energized by the fact that I have been given a chance to help integrate some of these changes, and I know that soon we will all be reaping the benefits of this new policy.
Serendipitously, God is synchronizing this with the initiation of a full time facility, which we get to look after and use for His glory. Continue to pray for the elders, deacons, leaders, and workers as these changes become part of the footprint of how God is using OGC to build disciples from these dear little ones with which He has blessed us. May we never take that for granted!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Technology is Maddening
I have a friend, who boasts that his phone is essentially the perfect phone and does everything well, except make calls. Now for a man my age, it seems like that is a ridiculous statement. When I was growing up, phones made calls and that's it. In fact, I remember when my family was considering buying an answering machine, only to learn about some new-fangled technology known as voice mail. You could get messages on your phone without having one of these devices that looked like a tape recorder. Wow!
Fast forward to today when people are buying phones that have little to do with the sound quality on the other line, and it is quite a paradigm shift. I, however, can get sucked in as much as anyone, and since I added texting to my phone last year, I have become an over-zealous person at firing off messages 160 characters at a time. And when my wife got a phone that allows her to surf the internet at our house, I thought that was completely awesome.
So, with the potential enthusiasm, I decided to actually consider getting a phone that had internet capabilities. So, I perused the T-Mobile website to pick out a phone that may work. Well, I learned that you cannot get a phone that has internet capability without shelling out sixty bucks a month to use the T-Mobile internet service (there was a cheaper plan that you could get, but I had to get one of the plans and that was the one they RECOMMENDED). Now, it is kind of cool to look at a webpage while being to lazy to walk the five feet over to a computer, but I live my life between places that have wireless networks and loads of computers, so in the normal course of things, the only time I need internet is in the car, and I already get accused of texting while driving, so that isn't a good thing.
Then, I had the brilliant idea of getting an old phone with internet capability that I could buy from someone and then just plug in the SIM card. I got the a blackberry from a friend at work, who was so kind to supply it to me. Then, I noticed that it was old enough that the software had expired. So, I diligently studied the book and google and found a way to re-install the OS system so that I could actually get something on the screen.
Finally, I thought I had success. But I couldn't get the time to display the correct time and I couldn't surf the web. These are minor complaints to a guy of my generation, as the phone part still worked, but that was kind of the intent of this whole thing. As I began getting frustrated, I brought it to my class of real estate students who informed me that it was obviously a T-Mobile issue and I should either talk to them or google it.
As I was at home tonight, I looked it up on google and saw something about taking out the SIM card and putting it back in. I took out the SIM card and I was surfing the internet on the phone. Feeling success was just around the corner, I plugged the SIM card in, and again error message. So I called T-Mobile and asked them. After telling me that it was impossible to get internet on my phone (did they even listen to me), I asked to be transferred to someone who knew what they were talking about.
I was informed by the new person that due to some technology Blackberry purposefully halted getting internet by putting in firewalls (now this doesn't make sense, since the phone works without the SIM card). At any rate, I was told that unless I got a data plan of at least $20/month, they could not help me. At this point, I decided to revert to a dumb phone unless or until someone in my house (seems like Emily is the likely person) gets smart enough to help me make it work without costing an arm and a leg. Therefore, I am reverting to using an actual computer to surf the internet.
But when I informed my family, Emily thinks I should carry around the blackberry without the SIM (it would, after all, be in my other phone, which I want to use as a phone) and use it for wireless internet only. I told you she was the likely candidate to find me an inexpensive, effective way to use the internet signal in my house, which I already pay for, as the internet device for my phone. Has anyone else experienced anything like this?
Fast forward to today when people are buying phones that have little to do with the sound quality on the other line, and it is quite a paradigm shift. I, however, can get sucked in as much as anyone, and since I added texting to my phone last year, I have become an over-zealous person at firing off messages 160 characters at a time. And when my wife got a phone that allows her to surf the internet at our house, I thought that was completely awesome.
So, with the potential enthusiasm, I decided to actually consider getting a phone that had internet capabilities. So, I perused the T-Mobile website to pick out a phone that may work. Well, I learned that you cannot get a phone that has internet capability without shelling out sixty bucks a month to use the T-Mobile internet service (there was a cheaper plan that you could get, but I had to get one of the plans and that was the one they RECOMMENDED). Now, it is kind of cool to look at a webpage while being to lazy to walk the five feet over to a computer, but I live my life between places that have wireless networks and loads of computers, so in the normal course of things, the only time I need internet is in the car, and I already get accused of texting while driving, so that isn't a good thing.
Then, I had the brilliant idea of getting an old phone with internet capability that I could buy from someone and then just plug in the SIM card. I got the a blackberry from a friend at work, who was so kind to supply it to me. Then, I noticed that it was old enough that the software had expired. So, I diligently studied the book and google and found a way to re-install the OS system so that I could actually get something on the screen.
Finally, I thought I had success. But I couldn't get the time to display the correct time and I couldn't surf the web. These are minor complaints to a guy of my generation, as the phone part still worked, but that was kind of the intent of this whole thing. As I began getting frustrated, I brought it to my class of real estate students who informed me that it was obviously a T-Mobile issue and I should either talk to them or google it.
As I was at home tonight, I looked it up on google and saw something about taking out the SIM card and putting it back in. I took out the SIM card and I was surfing the internet on the phone. Feeling success was just around the corner, I plugged the SIM card in, and again error message. So I called T-Mobile and asked them. After telling me that it was impossible to get internet on my phone (did they even listen to me), I asked to be transferred to someone who knew what they were talking about.
I was informed by the new person that due to some technology Blackberry purposefully halted getting internet by putting in firewalls (now this doesn't make sense, since the phone works without the SIM card). At any rate, I was told that unless I got a data plan of at least $20/month, they could not help me. At this point, I decided to revert to a dumb phone unless or until someone in my house (seems like Emily is the likely person) gets smart enough to help me make it work without costing an arm and a leg. Therefore, I am reverting to using an actual computer to surf the internet.
But when I informed my family, Emily thinks I should carry around the blackberry without the SIM (it would, after all, be in my other phone, which I want to use as a phone) and use it for wireless internet only. I told you she was the likely candidate to find me an inexpensive, effective way to use the internet signal in my house, which I already pay for, as the internet device for my phone. Has anyone else experienced anything like this?
Monday, March 5, 2012
Got Advice? Need Advice?
Yesterday, my wife and I were sitting around talking about how a friend of ours should change his course of action and improve upon what he was doing. We each had a critique of the method with which he was trying to accomplish what he was trying to accomplish.
Two weeks ago, I sat around with my good friend, David Poston, and we determined several ways that people operating within the ministry to which we are both so innately connected, Bible Quiz, could run better tournaments or have better teams. We had some tidbits that I think many people would love to know. We had ideas that would lead us to the top of the heap. We hypothesized about how it would be slightly better if this thing or that thing were altered slightly.
My children were speaking with me a week ago about how they thought I could do better at a few things. They were correcting something I was doing and informing me that if only I would do it their way, I would have greater success. They are apparently knowledgeable about a way I can become the best me I can be.
I received a call the other day from a man, who apparently calls people like me for a living. He told me that my business would run better if I paid him a lot of money and he told me what it was. Try as I might to get him to tell me what he knew that I did not, he was unwilling to tell me what I needed to know.
Now, you may have experienced many situations like this or may think that I am the sole possessor of circumstances like unto these, but I believe we have all been in situations where someone on the outside has knowledge that would benefit someone on the inside. Even something as simple as a movie where we are the audience and we have information that could benefit the characters can exemplify a knowledge from the outside.
Now, why do we care? First, as the person who is getting the correction, we should take heed. To quote Baz Luhrman, "Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it for nothing." These little corrections on the way can sometimes make our lives so much better. I can not tell you the number of times someone has made a quick comment to me that ended up making my life infinitely easier.
On the other side of the matter, when we are giving advice, I believe approaching it with a spirit of humility will take you further. In the examples given above, you can probably see some examples where you think the advice should be taken and others where it could be completely ignored. Approaching the situation with the proper decorum is important.
Finally, I think the important thing to remember is that the decision is not with the person giving the advice. God, in His Sovereignty, put the person in position to make the decision as the person in question. Whatever advice we give, we must understand that it is merely advice. Supporting someone who looks at our advice and comes to the opposite conclusion is the test of true friendship.
Similarly, we cannot weasel out of a decision, merely because someone gave us advice. God, in His Sovereignty, put us in position to make the decision. Take responsibility for the things you need to make decisions for. They may be incorrect and we may regret them, but blame shifting is never a good idea. Take responsibility for your actions, and the world will be a better place!
Two weeks ago, I sat around with my good friend, David Poston, and we determined several ways that people operating within the ministry to which we are both so innately connected, Bible Quiz, could run better tournaments or have better teams. We had some tidbits that I think many people would love to know. We had ideas that would lead us to the top of the heap. We hypothesized about how it would be slightly better if this thing or that thing were altered slightly.
My children were speaking with me a week ago about how they thought I could do better at a few things. They were correcting something I was doing and informing me that if only I would do it their way, I would have greater success. They are apparently knowledgeable about a way I can become the best me I can be.
I received a call the other day from a man, who apparently calls people like me for a living. He told me that my business would run better if I paid him a lot of money and he told me what it was. Try as I might to get him to tell me what he knew that I did not, he was unwilling to tell me what I needed to know.
Now, you may have experienced many situations like this or may think that I am the sole possessor of circumstances like unto these, but I believe we have all been in situations where someone on the outside has knowledge that would benefit someone on the inside. Even something as simple as a movie where we are the audience and we have information that could benefit the characters can exemplify a knowledge from the outside.
Now, why do we care? First, as the person who is getting the correction, we should take heed. To quote Baz Luhrman, "Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it for nothing." These little corrections on the way can sometimes make our lives so much better. I can not tell you the number of times someone has made a quick comment to me that ended up making my life infinitely easier.
On the other side of the matter, when we are giving advice, I believe approaching it with a spirit of humility will take you further. In the examples given above, you can probably see some examples where you think the advice should be taken and others where it could be completely ignored. Approaching the situation with the proper decorum is important.
Finally, I think the important thing to remember is that the decision is not with the person giving the advice. God, in His Sovereignty, put the person in position to make the decision as the person in question. Whatever advice we give, we must understand that it is merely advice. Supporting someone who looks at our advice and comes to the opposite conclusion is the test of true friendship.
Similarly, we cannot weasel out of a decision, merely because someone gave us advice. God, in His Sovereignty, put us in position to make the decision. Take responsibility for the things you need to make decisions for. They may be incorrect and we may regret them, but blame shifting is never a good idea. Take responsibility for your actions, and the world will be a better place!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
A Different Kind of Driving Lesson
I was driving to Asheville, North Carolina yesterday. I had a group of kids with me, and this has become my life. At any rate, as we were nearing the end of the trip, a guy started flashing his lights at me.
Now light flashing at a driver is much like trying to communicate with someone who is deaf or just doesn't speak your language. You attempt to use a series of crazy gestures in the hopes that it all pans out. Charades is the closest situation I've ever had to it, and that's really not all that close. The reality, though, is I could only learn from this driver that he was somehow disappointed in what I was doing, but I had no idea what he wanted.
As I made the rotation of things I knew to check with the hope that I'd figure it out, I was at a loss. That prompted the only girl in the group (I guess we can count on the women to be more observant) to point out that he probably wanted me to turn on my headlights. I obliged, which led the group to rightfully mock me.
As I became interrogated by high school students wanting to know why I thought I was above the law requiring a car in the evening hours to use lighting, I began to make some argument about how the very nature of car lights, much like other lights, was not to be noticed, but rather to illuminate the road ahead. Ergo, if I was seeing fine from the well lit streets and seeing well enough, I must have not needed them.
I also had some remembrances of my son "teaching" me about why race cars do not need headlights while watching Cars the movie. And I think that it really is true that all vehicles which are only on designated areas really don't have or need headlights.
While I really was making the argument in jest, I couldn't help but think about our call as Christans is to be the light of the world. Our job is to shine that light in such a way that when others see us, they glorify God. I really think our very purpose is to point people back to Him. Light, itself, is not the point, meaning that we are not the point.
So this whole logic forced me to introspectively ask if the headlights of my life were on. I want to be a driver who is alert enough to point people back to God on every occasion. I don't want to rely on the lights of others to be enough that my witness is seen, but I want to shine as a light in the world. And that is the lesson I learned when taking a group of high school students to a Bible Quiz in Asheville, North Carolina!
Now light flashing at a driver is much like trying to communicate with someone who is deaf or just doesn't speak your language. You attempt to use a series of crazy gestures in the hopes that it all pans out. Charades is the closest situation I've ever had to it, and that's really not all that close. The reality, though, is I could only learn from this driver that he was somehow disappointed in what I was doing, but I had no idea what he wanted.
As I made the rotation of things I knew to check with the hope that I'd figure it out, I was at a loss. That prompted the only girl in the group (I guess we can count on the women to be more observant) to point out that he probably wanted me to turn on my headlights. I obliged, which led the group to rightfully mock me.
As I became interrogated by high school students wanting to know why I thought I was above the law requiring a car in the evening hours to use lighting, I began to make some argument about how the very nature of car lights, much like other lights, was not to be noticed, but rather to illuminate the road ahead. Ergo, if I was seeing fine from the well lit streets and seeing well enough, I must have not needed them.
I also had some remembrances of my son "teaching" me about why race cars do not need headlights while watching Cars the movie. And I think that it really is true that all vehicles which are only on designated areas really don't have or need headlights.
While I really was making the argument in jest, I couldn't help but think about our call as Christans is to be the light of the world. Our job is to shine that light in such a way that when others see us, they glorify God. I really think our very purpose is to point people back to Him. Light, itself, is not the point, meaning that we are not the point.
So this whole logic forced me to introspectively ask if the headlights of my life were on. I want to be a driver who is alert enough to point people back to God on every occasion. I don't want to rely on the lights of others to be enough that my witness is seen, but I want to shine as a light in the world. And that is the lesson I learned when taking a group of high school students to a Bible Quiz in Asheville, North Carolina!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
OGC owns a building!
When I was young, I grew up in my parents' house. It was a great house, and I loved it. The lack of responsibility was fantastic, but at the end of the day, it was my parents' house. As I got older, I got to live in a dorm, where life was great also, but the dorm was not mine. I was subject to a series of rules, some I liked, some I didn't, but nevertheless the dorm was a great place to live, while still being a temporary place.
As Christians, we certainly understand the concept of a temporary home. We understand being strangers in a strange land. This is one of the reasons that we are so excited about things that bring us closer to our permanent home (like worship, prayer, Christian fellowship, and discipleship). John Piper said, "We pray because we are homesick!"
I will not forget the day that Kelly and I moved into our first house together. The house did not, and does not, define us to those who know us best (though it may, to a degree, to those who know us a little). The fact that the house is ours, however, gives us a little comfort, the ability to set roots, a focus point for our ministry, and a place for our kids to grow up and leave.
At Orlando Grace, we have been in a temporary home for our existence. That doesn't de-legitimize our ministry in any sense, but having a building will allow us to set down better roots, have a focus point for our ministry, and have a place where we can raise those servants that will one day represent us in other ministries or on the mission field. This building is a huge step, and those of us who are members at this point of OGC's history get to do this!
Just as on a personal level, I could have never achieved what I did without my parents, we could never have achieved this without those who have supported OGC over the years. We could never have done this without the "support" of the city. God sovereignly has put the pieces together so that we can have this building, and a committee of seven members has been meeting to try and make sure that we have an appropriate show of appreciation at the dedication. I am blessed to be a small part of that committee.
As a committee, we want to honor those who came before us, those who allowed us to do this project from the outside, and what God has done with those of us whom He is knitting together into His church. We want this to be a launching point for our ministry to achieve even greater things while "Engaging peoples everywhere to pursue ultimate satisfaction in Jesus." So, in the coming weeks, as you are hearing about various things the church will be doing to help us reach this ultimate goal, take note.
Hold us accountable so that we don't idolize this new gift from God, but certainly join us in celebrating the incredible gifts He has bestowed upon us!
As Christians, we certainly understand the concept of a temporary home. We understand being strangers in a strange land. This is one of the reasons that we are so excited about things that bring us closer to our permanent home (like worship, prayer, Christian fellowship, and discipleship). John Piper said, "We pray because we are homesick!"
I will not forget the day that Kelly and I moved into our first house together. The house did not, and does not, define us to those who know us best (though it may, to a degree, to those who know us a little). The fact that the house is ours, however, gives us a little comfort, the ability to set roots, a focus point for our ministry, and a place for our kids to grow up and leave.
At Orlando Grace, we have been in a temporary home for our existence. That doesn't de-legitimize our ministry in any sense, but having a building will allow us to set down better roots, have a focus point for our ministry, and have a place where we can raise those servants that will one day represent us in other ministries or on the mission field. This building is a huge step, and those of us who are members at this point of OGC's history get to do this!
Just as on a personal level, I could have never achieved what I did without my parents, we could never have achieved this without those who have supported OGC over the years. We could never have done this without the "support" of the city. God sovereignly has put the pieces together so that we can have this building, and a committee of seven members has been meeting to try and make sure that we have an appropriate show of appreciation at the dedication. I am blessed to be a small part of that committee.
As a committee, we want to honor those who came before us, those who allowed us to do this project from the outside, and what God has done with those of us whom He is knitting together into His church. We want this to be a launching point for our ministry to achieve even greater things while "Engaging peoples everywhere to pursue ultimate satisfaction in Jesus." So, in the coming weeks, as you are hearing about various things the church will be doing to help us reach this ultimate goal, take note.
Hold us accountable so that we don't idolize this new gift from God, but certainly join us in celebrating the incredible gifts He has bestowed upon us!
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