everything feeds

I have this app that's supposed to let me blog from my phone. It goes from my iPhone app through Posterous and then feeds my Blogspot which feeds to Twitter which updates Facebook ... everything feeds something else.

Why do so many have the need to update their status, blog, etc? I don't know. Narcissism...? Maybe. A lot of people are thinking about this topic. Many will say it's about connectedness and community. We like to feel a part. We like to be fed.

People move around a lot more now than they used to and it's easier to keep up with friends across the country or world. There are people I haven't seen or spoken to in years, but I feel like I have stayed connected with them when I hear about their kids' baseball game or see their pictures from vacation. No it isn't the same as one on one contact but I think a quick blurb every day is better than a letter once a year.

I have met up with friends over coffee or lunch specifically because a FB and Twitter that I probably wouldn't have otherwise.

Do people update (feed) too much? yeah, definitely. But maybe we're all still figuring out the boundaries of this new world called the internet.

Snow Days and Liberalism

Cleveland, Tennessee has seen record snow this year.  Not that we have snow on the ground, but a record number of days we have seen some snow in some form coming from the sky.  We did have about 2-3 inches of snow that lasted for a few days.  It was awesome.  The city descended into complete chaos.  The grocery stores probably sold more milk and bread in two days than can be consumed by our county in a year.

With the snow comes...snow days.  Not for Lee University where I work.  During the armageddon of snow we got to leave early at 3:30.  But the children at the city and county schools have enjoyed several days off.  It's getting kind of silly.  Basically, if the weather person even thinks about the word snow, some counties go ahead and close school  If the weather person actually says the word snow, they go ahead and close for 2 or 3 days.  Everyone is afraid someone's going to get into a wreck.

We were talking about in the office one day.  The legend goes that a long time ago, Cleveland got some snow.  The school officials did not call off school and some parent had an accident on the way to school which ended up killing the child.  From that day forward some type of community vow was taken to never risk the life of a child over snow again. (I think there was a Frank Peretti book written about it.)

Naively I asked, "why is it the school system's fault that this unfortunate accident happened?  I mean if the roads looked so bad, why didn't the parent just say, 'it's not safe on the roads and we're going to stay home today' or 'I don't feel comfortable driving in that' ?"

It was explained to me that it was the city/county's responsibility to decide when the roads are safe.  People are stupid and can't be trusted to make that call on their own.  They need to be protected because they don't know better.  And then it dawned on me.  Our small seemingly conservative town nestled in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains was actually a bastion of liberalism.  These same FoxNews patriots who start screaming SOCIALIST! at the first sign of any government intervention were now asking the government to step in and make basic decisions for them about when they should drive. 

Ok...it wasn't really liberalism, just rich irony.  Apparently, people don't need the government to help them with anything but terrorists, illegal aliens and potentially icy roads. 

Health care? Leave us alone we don't need it. 
Unemployment? Only lazy people aren't working.
Child Hunger? If their parents weren't so lazy they could eat.
Potentially slick road?  PLEASE HELP US - WE CAN'T DECIDE...SHOULD WE DRIVE OR NOT??!!

I'm just having some fun.  Don't get all FoxNews on me. ;)

spiritual insecurity

"Now anxiety is the mark of spiritual insecurity.  It is the fruit of unanswered questions.  But questions cannot go unanswered unless they first be asked.  And there is a far worse anxiety, a far worse insecurity, which comes from being afraid to ask the right questions.  One of the moral diseases we communicate to one another in society comes from huddling together in the pale light of an insufficient answer to a question we are afraid to ask."
--Thomas Merton No Man Is An Island

I love the line "...huddling together in the pale light of an insufficient answer...."  So often we find comfort and security in those who seem to have all of the answers or at least seem confident in a weak answer.  We recognize that the answer they gave us was pretty lame, but we're afraid to press the question deeper.  Afraid of what the real answer is and afraid of looking bad in front of others.  We feel that maybe it is insecure or spiritually immature of us to ask questions everyone else seems fine avoiding.

I agree with Merton, the insecurity seems to rest on those who are afraid to ask.  I think it takes divine strength and confidence to ask a question that may open a door to a world you had not prepared to enter.  Asking certain questions may pull back the curtain to reveal something unexpected or unwanted.  Once something is revealed, one cannot go back.  Church folk prefer to "stay the course" and stick with what they know, especially those who are comfortable in this world.  But perhaps we are called to explore and wander a bit.  To "pack a suitcase for a place that none of us has been" (thanks Bono).

"You have not because you ask not...." (James 4.2-3).  Jesus said it this way, '...ask and it will be given, seek and you will find, knock and the door will be opened unto you..."  (Matt 7.7-11).  We mostly interpret this to mean things and opportunities for "success" (expensive things if you watch TBN).  But what if Jesus meant answers and ultimately spiritual confidence?  I know having answers doesn't sound as cool as having a new car.  But perhaps a deeper relationship and clearer understanding of God's Kingdom is to be preferred in the long run. 

We don't have the answers because we are afraid to ask the questions.  We would prefer to stay in the pale light huddled with others who fear the truth.  I think we may find something far better than what we know if we could just muster the courage to ask.

I'm Old

So it's taken me a year and a half of working at a college to realize that I'm old.  I'm 36.  I don't feel old.  I still think I'm cool.  I haven't checked out on life.  I don't wear sweat pants in public (Seinfeld reference).  I keep up with movies, tv and music.  But I'm beginning to accept that, while I'm not signing up for an AARP card nor am I using a senior discount at Hardees, I'm getting older. 

For your consideration:

1 - I have no idea why guys want to wear "skinny jeans".  I have yet to develop an appreciation for this fashion statement.  I don't mind the  messy bed head, the faux hawk, the ironic t-shirts or hats.  I'm ok with a pinstripe jacket, flannel shirt, jeans and chuck taylors.  In fact I kind of like it.  But "skinny jeans" kind of creep me out.  I suppose it came out of the emo scene and I guess that's cool.  I just don't get it. 

2 - College kids think I'm old.  The student workers in my office were born my senior year of high school/first year of college.  I graduated from college 15 years ago!  When students learn my age they look a little sad for me.  The same look you give someone when they tell you they have a terminal disease and 3 months to live.  I think one girl almost cried.  I still feel like college wasn't that long ago.

3 - Here's the big one, I'm in bed by 9:30 - 10 o'clock.  I'm not asleep by then, but we are in the bed watching TV preparing for sleep.  I'm a sponsor for one of the clubs at Lee.  They start their meetings at 9pm.  Are you kidding me?  As I'm winding down, these guys are just getting started.  This past Tuesday they had voting.  We started at 9pm and finished at 1:30am.   That's right A.M.  The next day I felt like I had not slept in a year.  I used to pull all nighters.  No big deal.  No  longer.

I now that someone will read this who really is old (like 40 something).  And that person will read this and think it's cute and tell me I have no idea what awaits me.  You're right.  I know I'm not as old you.  I know it's only going to get worse.  My only hope is that "skinny jeans" will be a fad and I will not have to wear them in 10 years to avoid a mid-life crisis.

Morpheus

“You are here because you know something.  What you know you can’t explain but you feel it.  You felt it your entire life.  There is something wrong with the world but you don’t know what it is.  But its there like a splinter in your mind.”
–Morpheus

i still love the first matrix (i like the other two).  the first movie captured so much of what i was thinking and feeling about the church at that time (still does i suppose).  sometimes i feel like my calling to the church may be to act as a morpheus.  revealing the truth to those who are ready for it and attempting to rescue them from the lie.  morpheus was a missionary.  sent to rescue those aware of the lie.  while in the matrix, he didn't belong.  many of those who had been 'unplugged' were uncomfortable going back in.  they didn't fit anymore. they were exiles.

a lot of new churches have sprung up in recent years.  many claim their purpose is to reach out to those who don't do church.  but i get the feeling many of them enjoy doing ministry in the matrix.  i'm not sure how many of them have really 'unplugged'.  it seems as though so much of the commercialism and marketing of the matrix still play a large role in these new churches. 

to be honest, i'm not really sure what a morpheus church would look like...but i'll know it when i see it.  i think it will feel like home.

Firsts

Thinking about two firsts tonight.

Today I taught my first Theology class.  We really just went over the syllabus and introduced ourselves but it was the first official class.  I'm pretty excited about it.  I love teaching.  I loved teaching at the Christian High School several years ago and I loved teaching at the church in Texas.  It was by far my favorite thing to do.  I have thoroughly enjoyed writing the syllabus and scheduling the lectures, assignments and readings.  I took joy in entering the first attendance role tonight.  I know I'm weird but there's just something about something you really love.

We left Texas so I could pursue teaching and so Angeline could work at Lee again.  Little did I know we would be in Cleveland for over a year before I actually got to do an Intro to Theology class.  I'm hoping it's the first of many.

The other first is Samuel.  Tomorrow (Jan. 15) is his birthday.  I can't believe he will be 6.  We are in the midst of adopting a little girl from the Philippines, but Samuel will always be my first child (chronologically not in ranking).  He initiated us into parenthood.  I've been thinking tonight about when he was born.  I remember going to bed on January 14th and thinking it was the last night of pre-parenthood.  That every night after that I would always be a father for the rest of my life.  Six years has gone by so quickly.  He is such a part of our lives now that I can't imagine life without him.  I'm very proud of him.

Hopefully I can hold on to these happy feelings when we take him to Chuck E. Cheese on Saturday . . . we'll see.

Being Right and Being Nice

Shane Claiborne (via Adam Macchi)

"...the fruits of the Spirit really are beautiful things like peace, patience, kindness, joy, love, goodness, and not the ugly things that have come to characterize religion, or politics, for that matter. (If there is anything I have learned from liberals and conservatives, it's that you can have great answers and still be mean... and that just as important as being right is being nice.)"

Trust

Been thinking about trust lately.  I find myself in a new season.  It's so new, I don't even know what to call it or how I should feel about it.

Here are some random thoughts:

Do I really trust God ?

Is the presence of worry and/or fear in my life, a sign that my trust is not genuine?

"When I know where I'm going, my eyes keep me from trusting you" (Jason Upton - Blinded)

How long will I trust before I give in to my addiction of scheming? 

Is the future my idol? (do i fear/worship it?)

"The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit." John 3:8

Trust may be the purest form of worship.  It is the opposite of fear.