Several years ago, a friend of mine who happened to be a middle school teacher told me about a game called silent ball. Basically, the kids throw a ball around the room. You are "out" if you make any noise or drop the ball. It's a great class (and behavior) management tool. He strongly testified to its effectiveness.
Well, now that I am a middle school teacher, I decided to use this game. When I was buying my classroom supplies, one of the things I purchased was a large foam ball for this very reason. I was shocked when school started and the kids began asking to play silent ball on day 1! Apparently, silent ball is a phenomenon known to every middle school student and teacher in the universe. It even has a wiki entry.
I can't help but liken this to Christianity. At least in part. All over the "civilized" world, people know about Jesus. At least we (and they) think they do. In reality, the only knowledge many people have of Jesus is the use of his name as an exclamation or even a swear. I'd wager the average church going Christian would be surprised how many American born and bred people do not know the basic facts of the traditional children's Christmas play with all the wise men, shepherds, angels, and a stable.
For that matter, many of us who call ourselves "Christian" know less about Jesus than we think. Much of what we know "to be true" about Jesus and following him have more to do with years of traditional interpretation and less about what the Bible actually says about him. Or what the Holy Spirit may even reveal to us. I even had a young Mormon missionary tell me one time that one of the things he liked about the South was that "everybody believed in Jesus". To which I quickly replied, "True, but I don't think we all believe the same thing."
Back to silent ball. Why is it that something as mundane as silent ball can be a universal given in the average middle school classroom but something as important as the knowledge of the person of Jesus Christ and what it means to follow him can be so widespread but shallow in depth? How is it that there can actually be people who don't know about him beyond the "that's what this group of people call the God force out there"?
I'm beginning to digress and my thoughts are becoming more dissociated with one another, putting forth a much less coherent article. So, I shall stop for the night and come back later when I am more organized. Until then, answer these questions for yourself. What do you know about Jesus? How will you make sure everybody does know about him?
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
A Marlboro Weekend
The last two days have been wonderful memory making moments for me. Friday evening I took my youngest son deer hunting. He has been wanting to use his bow to kill a deer for a long time. After work I rushed home and we headed off for the woods until dark. We didn't see any deer, but we came across some fresh tracks on our way out, telling us they somehow ran around behind us. Either way, it was a good time.
Yesterday (Saturday) the whole family attended the Fishing and Hunting Expo put on by the NC Wildlife Resources Commission. We sampled some wonderful outdoor cooking, watched "real" mountain men start fire with a stick, did some simulated duck hunting, and tied some flies to hopefully catch some trout on someday. The whole family had a great time.
Yesterday evening, my oldest son and I went dove hunting. We had discovered a secluded field on some public game land that appears to never be used. We've hunted it before with success. The difference in this trip was I brought along a gun as well. When we first arrived, two large flocks flew out of the field. We took positions on either side of the field and walked parallel lines up the field, hoping to flush any stragglers left behind. Right before three birds flushed immediately in front of me, I remember thinking, "This is the stuff great magazine articles are made of."
Allowing the Hallmark-made-for-tv-movie side to show a bit, I really did think how great the weekend had been. Perhaps it is a bit stereotypical, but a dad and his sons out hunting are great memories. It's part of making my boys junior Marlboro men. I was doing something I enjoy. They were doing something they enjoy. We were are enjoying God's creation. And we were doing together.
I also couldn't help but think that sometimes God feels this way. Whenever we are doing some that we really enjoy and we are doing it for his glory, he has to enjoy being part of it. Weekends like this help me appreciate my relationship with my heavenly father. When I think about my relationship with him it also helps me enjoy my relationship with my children even more. It makes me want to do more things with both God and my children.
Just a thought
Yesterday (Saturday) the whole family attended the Fishing and Hunting Expo put on by the NC Wildlife Resources Commission. We sampled some wonderful outdoor cooking, watched "real" mountain men start fire with a stick, did some simulated duck hunting, and tied some flies to hopefully catch some trout on someday. The whole family had a great time.
Yesterday evening, my oldest son and I went dove hunting. We had discovered a secluded field on some public game land that appears to never be used. We've hunted it before with success. The difference in this trip was I brought along a gun as well. When we first arrived, two large flocks flew out of the field. We took positions on either side of the field and walked parallel lines up the field, hoping to flush any stragglers left behind. Right before three birds flushed immediately in front of me, I remember thinking, "This is the stuff great magazine articles are made of."
Allowing the Hallmark-made-for-tv-movie side to show a bit, I really did think how great the weekend had been. Perhaps it is a bit stereotypical, but a dad and his sons out hunting are great memories. It's part of making my boys junior Marlboro men. I was doing something I enjoy. They were doing something they enjoy. We were are enjoying God's creation. And we were doing together.
I also couldn't help but think that sometimes God feels this way. Whenever we are doing some that we really enjoy and we are doing it for his glory, he has to enjoy being part of it. Weekends like this help me appreciate my relationship with my heavenly father. When I think about my relationship with him it also helps me enjoy my relationship with my children even more. It makes me want to do more things with both God and my children.
Just a thought
Friday, September 26, 2008
Caught in the Storm
Old friend and current church planter Matt LeRoy has posted a beautiful thought about being caught in the storm of God's love. I want to be a tree. More importantly I want to know that I am a tree, feeling the effects of the storm every day.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Why no one will mistake me for John Wesley
Here's a list of reasons why no one will mistake me for John Wesley, the 18th century preacher and leader of the Methodist Movement.
1) He was barely five feet tall. I'm 6'2".
2) He rode over 100K miles on horseback. I've never ridden a horse.
3) He died in 1791. I'm still alive, at least I was when I wrote this.
4) He was known in part for preaching to thousands in the open air. I'm not so good at that.
I'll elaborate on that last one. My youngest son plays flag football in a local Upward league. At every practice, there is a devotional time. Children earn stars for Scripture memorization, great game play, and demonstrating Christlikeness. On game day, there is a devotional at halftime of all the games. I was asked earlier in the week to give the devotional at yesterday's game. I'll probably never get asked to do that again.
Let me begin by saying I hate the sound of my own voice. Whenever I preach in a church, I always request that the stage monitors be turned off. There's not a problem whenever I'm speaking in an situation without a sound system because I've learned to ignore my voice. If only I could have done that yesterday. Or had a set of earplugs and earmuffs.
When halftime came, I stood in the middle of the three football fields, using a wireless mike. Because of the location of the speakers and sound board, there was about a one second delay between when I would actually say something and then hear it myself. I began pausing between every word because I kept hearing it twice. Imagine an old 45 record (for those of you born before cassette tapes) played at 33 rpm. Try as I might, I could not ignore the delay and speak in a normal speed.
As I looked around at the crowd, the 200 or so parents all had a forgiving smile on their faces. I know that I sounded quite a bit country fried, even for this part of this country. When I returned to the sideline, my "supportive" wife (please read sarcasm in that description) was doubled over in laughter. In her words, I sounded like "a stroke victim". Trying to put a positive spin on things and save what little dignity I had left, my response to her was, "Well, I'll not be asked to do it again and that will be one less thing I'll have to prepare."
I wonder how John Wesley would have done in that situation.
1) He was barely five feet tall. I'm 6'2".
2) He rode over 100K miles on horseback. I've never ridden a horse.
3) He died in 1791. I'm still alive, at least I was when I wrote this.
4) He was known in part for preaching to thousands in the open air. I'm not so good at that.
I'll elaborate on that last one. My youngest son plays flag football in a local Upward league. At every practice, there is a devotional time. Children earn stars for Scripture memorization, great game play, and demonstrating Christlikeness. On game day, there is a devotional at halftime of all the games. I was asked earlier in the week to give the devotional at yesterday's game. I'll probably never get asked to do that again.
Let me begin by saying I hate the sound of my own voice. Whenever I preach in a church, I always request that the stage monitors be turned off. There's not a problem whenever I'm speaking in an situation without a sound system because I've learned to ignore my voice. If only I could have done that yesterday. Or had a set of earplugs and earmuffs.
When halftime came, I stood in the middle of the three football fields, using a wireless mike. Because of the location of the speakers and sound board, there was about a one second delay between when I would actually say something and then hear it myself. I began pausing between every word because I kept hearing it twice. Imagine an old 45 record (for those of you born before cassette tapes) played at 33 rpm. Try as I might, I could not ignore the delay and speak in a normal speed.
As I looked around at the crowd, the 200 or so parents all had a forgiving smile on their faces. I know that I sounded quite a bit country fried, even for this part of this country. When I returned to the sideline, my "supportive" wife (please read sarcasm in that description) was doubled over in laughter. In her words, I sounded like "a stroke victim". Trying to put a positive spin on things and save what little dignity I had left, my response to her was, "Well, I'll not be asked to do it again and that will be one less thing I'll have to prepare."
I wonder how John Wesley would have done in that situation.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Growth Spurts
One of the unfortunate things about having children is they always outgrow whatever they own. They outgrow their shoes, their clothes, their beds, their bikes . . . Whenever we replace one of these items we find ourselves trying to calculate how to get the maximum usage out of that item for the lowest price. That's because we know just as soon as we spend $30 on a pair of shoes for one of our kids that two days later he will outgrow them overnight. Yesterday we went boot shopping so they would be prepared for the opening day of dove hunting season and their first offical hunt. As one of the boys was lobbying for a much more expensive pair of boots ($80 - $100), I kindly explained that when he was 18 and the overnight growth spurts were over, providing a better chance to get more than two weeks of wear out of a pair of shoes, we could revisit the issue.
Growth is usually a good thing. Corporations want to see their market shares grow which usually also means a growth in revenue and profit. Incumbent politicians prefer to see growth in the economy, especially in an election year. School officials want to see growth in end of year test scores. Leaders of any organization like to see growth in their membership.
Growth in our faith journeys is a good thing too. We want our relationships with God to grow closer, more intimate. We desire to see our faith grow, enabling us to trust more, handle bigger crises, display greater wisdom. Just like children, this growth will usually come in spurts.
We have learned to recognize the signs of an impending growth spurt in the boys. Their appetites usually double or triple for about a week. They might become a little more moody during that same time. After a week of eating everything in sight, they will usually experience a week or so of increased lethargy. Then suddenly they will be a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier. When you think about the fact that a teenager does nothing but eat and sleep for a couple of years, it's clear why they experience the massive spurts they have.
A spiritual growth spurt may have similar signs. A person may have an increased appetite for studying the Bible or becoming involved in the life of his church. Other signs may not appear so positive. A crisis of some sort may be the signal of a growth spurt. How one handles the crisis will determine his or her faith standing on the other side of the trial. A temptation, knowing that we will not be tempted beyond anything we can bear (1 Cor 10:13) may be the signal of a growth spurt.
What are your thoughts? What are the signs you can recall of your own spiritual growth spurt? Is it possible to "outgrow" your current situation as a result of spiritual growth spurt?
Growth is usually a good thing. Corporations want to see their market shares grow which usually also means a growth in revenue and profit. Incumbent politicians prefer to see growth in the economy, especially in an election year. School officials want to see growth in end of year test scores. Leaders of any organization like to see growth in their membership.
Growth in our faith journeys is a good thing too. We want our relationships with God to grow closer, more intimate. We desire to see our faith grow, enabling us to trust more, handle bigger crises, display greater wisdom. Just like children, this growth will usually come in spurts.
We have learned to recognize the signs of an impending growth spurt in the boys. Their appetites usually double or triple for about a week. They might become a little more moody during that same time. After a week of eating everything in sight, they will usually experience a week or so of increased lethargy. Then suddenly they will be a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier. When you think about the fact that a teenager does nothing but eat and sleep for a couple of years, it's clear why they experience the massive spurts they have.
A spiritual growth spurt may have similar signs. A person may have an increased appetite for studying the Bible or becoming involved in the life of his church. Other signs may not appear so positive. A crisis of some sort may be the signal of a growth spurt. How one handles the crisis will determine his or her faith standing on the other side of the trial. A temptation, knowing that we will not be tempted beyond anything we can bear (1 Cor 10:13) may be the signal of a growth spurt.
What are your thoughts? What are the signs you can recall of your own spiritual growth spurt? Is it possible to "outgrow" your current situation as a result of spiritual growth spurt?
Monday, August 25, 2008
Olympics, Genetics, & Success
It's been a while since I've posted, mainly because I've spent almost every waking moment preparing for the new school year now that I'm teaching again. Plus the Olympics have been on for the last two weeks. They were fun to watch, but honestly, I'm glad they're over.
For those of you living under a rock the last two weeks, the American swimmer Michael Phelps was the big story of this year's Olympics. He won EIGHT gold medals this year alone. That gives him a career total of 14. If my memory serves me correctly, six of this year's eight medals involved new world records.
Michael Phelps has sparked a bevy of thoughts. The one I'd like to share tonight deals with genetics. Much was said about Phelps having the perfect body shape for swimming. Apparently he is cursed with a disproportionately long torso for his height, just like me. Plus his inseam is too short for his height. However, the similarities between Phelps and me end there. He had other genetic factors going for him, aiding in his success as a swimmer.
Dara Torres, the 41 year old woman who was also captain of the swim team (and medal winner!) referenced her own genetics in explaining her success as such an "old" age. Like Phelps, she has more fast twitch muscle fibers.
All this discussion about genetics during the Olympics helped to put a damper on my dreams. I can see where it would easily dampen other dreams as people began to examine their own genetic make up. No longer can you get there from hard work. You must have the proper genes. What if you were able to determine exactly what your particular gene would enable you to be successful at and you weren't interested in such a pusruit? Just because I have the perfect genetic combination to be the world's best one handed egg juggler does not mean that's how I want to make my mark on the world.
It's just a matter of time before spiritual matters become boiled down to genetic factors. Or at least some scientific study which claim such. Do some of us have a better chance at being "more successful" on their faith journey's than others? Is that fair? What do the people with "weak genes" do? What about those with "good genes" who do not pursue a relationship with God?
I think some people do have more of a proclivity toward spiritual matters than others. I do not know if genetics have anything to do with it. I also believe that everyone can experience "success" in their faith journeys. That success depends on one's ability to trust in the faith given by the Holy Spirit.
I hope these thoughts inspire some of your own. How about sharing them if so. In the meantime, I've got to start training for the 2012 400m IM.
For those of you living under a rock the last two weeks, the American swimmer Michael Phelps was the big story of this year's Olympics. He won EIGHT gold medals this year alone. That gives him a career total of 14. If my memory serves me correctly, six of this year's eight medals involved new world records.
Michael Phelps has sparked a bevy of thoughts. The one I'd like to share tonight deals with genetics. Much was said about Phelps having the perfect body shape for swimming. Apparently he is cursed with a disproportionately long torso for his height, just like me. Plus his inseam is too short for his height. However, the similarities between Phelps and me end there. He had other genetic factors going for him, aiding in his success as a swimmer.
Dara Torres, the 41 year old woman who was also captain of the swim team (and medal winner!) referenced her own genetics in explaining her success as such an "old" age. Like Phelps, she has more fast twitch muscle fibers.
All this discussion about genetics during the Olympics helped to put a damper on my dreams. I can see where it would easily dampen other dreams as people began to examine their own genetic make up. No longer can you get there from hard work. You must have the proper genes. What if you were able to determine exactly what your particular gene would enable you to be successful at and you weren't interested in such a pusruit? Just because I have the perfect genetic combination to be the world's best one handed egg juggler does not mean that's how I want to make my mark on the world.
It's just a matter of time before spiritual matters become boiled down to genetic factors. Or at least some scientific study which claim such. Do some of us have a better chance at being "more successful" on their faith journey's than others? Is that fair? What do the people with "weak genes" do? What about those with "good genes" who do not pursue a relationship with God?
I think some people do have more of a proclivity toward spiritual matters than others. I do not know if genetics have anything to do with it. I also believe that everyone can experience "success" in their faith journeys. That success depends on one's ability to trust in the faith given by the Holy Spirit.
I hope these thoughts inspire some of your own. How about sharing them if so. In the meantime, I've got to start training for the 2012 400m IM.
Move over Barney, kids wanna Rock
For those of you needing a little humor while exercising your rock'n'roll mojo, here's a clip for you. Enjoy!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
I want one of those!
I've been away from my blog for a while 'cause I've been working a real job as well as filling in an empty pulpit for a while. For those of you who have really missed my weekly updates, I'm sorry your life has deteriorated to that. Anyhow, I saw the coolest thing I've seen in a long time today and I want one! A coworker was showing off her iPhone today. She then admitted to being a Star Wars geek, which proves that I only hang out with good people. After her confession, she showed me her phone saber. The video that the link takes you to does not do justice to how absolutely kewl that app is. I was very impressed with the realistic sounds the app produced. If I had closed my eyes, I would have sworn that Obi Wan was battling the forces of evil in the room there with me.
The iPhone has been out for a while. It's a neat little gadget and I would love to have one. Two things keep me from buying one - the price and it's only compatible with one wireless carrier, one I am not subscribed to. I figure I already have an iPod and a phone and I really don't need a lot of the cool features an iPhone boasts. That is until today. After seeing the phone saber, I surfed the internet for almost 45 minutes, researching prices on iPhones and I also began seriously contemplating switching my wireless carrier just so I could own a phone saber. I came home and excitedly told my family about it.
I was almost converted. When the day was done, I did not buy an iPhone nor did I switch carriers. I probably won't anytime soon. I did think a lot about how my desires and opinions were almost changed by a simple app on a little techno gadget. I thought about the night I decided to change my desires and opinions and desires on how I would live my life. That was the night I decided to follow Jesus on my faith journey. A lot of little things built up, mainly watching the lives of my friends around me, that led me to my "Christian conversion".
Most of us think we need to develop winning debates and convincing arguments so that we sway people into making such conversions on their own. For me, and for many others I talk to, it was something about just how cool other people's lives were compared to their own that led them to "convert". I don't own a phone saber (yet), but I have THE kewlest app ever developed in my heart. That's one I don't want to fail to share with everyone around me.
The iPhone has been out for a while. It's a neat little gadget and I would love to have one. Two things keep me from buying one - the price and it's only compatible with one wireless carrier, one I am not subscribed to. I figure I already have an iPod and a phone and I really don't need a lot of the cool features an iPhone boasts. That is until today. After seeing the phone saber, I surfed the internet for almost 45 minutes, researching prices on iPhones and I also began seriously contemplating switching my wireless carrier just so I could own a phone saber. I came home and excitedly told my family about it.
I was almost converted. When the day was done, I did not buy an iPhone nor did I switch carriers. I probably won't anytime soon. I did think a lot about how my desires and opinions were almost changed by a simple app on a little techno gadget. I thought about the night I decided to change my desires and opinions and desires on how I would live my life. That was the night I decided to follow Jesus on my faith journey. A lot of little things built up, mainly watching the lives of my friends around me, that led me to my "Christian conversion".
Most of us think we need to develop winning debates and convincing arguments so that we sway people into making such conversions on their own. For me, and for many others I talk to, it was something about just how cool other people's lives were compared to their own that led them to "convert". I don't own a phone saber (yet), but I have THE kewlest app ever developed in my heart. That's one I don't want to fail to share with everyone around me.
New Job!
I'm very excited because I'm going back to school. I've been working the last three weeks as a temp for the Raleigh CDSA, a state agency that provides early intervention services for children aged birth to three years. Next week I begin my job as a 7th grade math teacher at Clayton Middle School. I'm really pumped about the opportunity to work at the number 1 ranked middle school in the Johnston County School system. Soon I hope to post some of the cool things that have already happened since getting the job. For now, just celebrate with me.
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