Observations from Europe

A few notes from my recently completed trip to Europe -- some random, some not; some totally forgettable, some ... not so much.

-- I made one of my best-ever language gaffes on this trip. I meant to ask my German-speaking Armenian friends if their son was awake yet (aufgewacht) but instead asked if he was resurrected yet (auferwächt)!

-- I don't think there's a better place on earth in May than Austria. Naomi and I spent a super-idyllic afternoon sitting in a rose garden across the street from the Parliament building just soaking up the day in between meetings.

-- Gerard Pontier is right: no matter how bleak the weather in Britain, you'll nearly always get a break at least once in the day when the clouds part and you can see the sun and blue sky. That makes the dreariness of gray and rain easier to take.

-- After a while driving on the left doesn't seem too strange.

-- But, inevitably, heading for the car in Nottingham I went straight for what in Britain is the driver's side. I think I've done that every single time I've come to the UK -- and this was trip #7.

-- I've made more separate trips to the UK than any other country in the world.

-- I wonder how many Americans and Europeans from the continent got mowed down on English streets before they started writing "Look Right You Twit" on the pavement. (OK, they don't add on the "you twit" part).

-- In-flight movies were much better this time around than on my last two trans-ocean trips. Saw "The Holiday", "Children of Men" and "Music & Lyrics", all of which either take place in England or have very English stars. Hmm.

-- United took care of us. While in Chicago on the journey out I noticed we had middle seats for the flight to London. I approached the guy at the desk in Chicago and mentioned that Naomi was pregnant (ed. note: how's that for an announcement y'all) and needed to make frequent trips to the lav. Not only did he find us an aisle and one next to it about 10 rows up from our original seats, he also upgraded us a level and got us the same seats for the flight back yesterday. He did right by us and it won't be forgotten.

-- So, yeah, Naomi is pregnant. We're very excited! And very happily, she didn't get sick much on the trip, even though this is the dreaded first trimester. Little D is due in mid-December. On the aforementioned flight to London we had next to us a couple traveling with a 3 month old and we took notes. Their little girl hardly made a peep the whole trip. We hope it goes that way for us since we'll most likely be traveling with a 4-month old. I'm already praying we don't become the people everyone glares at.

-- It's still to-be-determined where that flight next April (Lord willing) will be headed. I think England is the front runner right now, but the jury is still out on Austria. Next weekend some of the powers-that-be for Europe will meet to discuss my job proposal and decide if it's something they want and can support. If it's a go from them we'd need to figure out where exactly to live and how to make it work. The deal in England is pretty much set. I know what I'd do and they're very keen to have us. England would cost about 2/3 what Austria would, so that's a factor as well. We hope to make a decision by June 8th. Stay tuned.

-- I have a friend named Anne Frank (really). This is for her: Louisville Billy Club!

back from hiatus

So the craziest thing happened to me on April 3rd -- the day after my last blog entry: I got kidnapped by a rare Central Floridian Yeti while out on a walk in my neighborhood. Said Yeti held me captive in his swamp-like lair for for one month until I was able to escape by climbing onto the back of a passing alligator. My friends and family were all very surprised and relieved when I showed up at home yesterday, safe and sound, but a little wet and stinky.

So that's why I haven't been able to update my blog in so long. True story.

Before I transition into something serious, here are a few thoughts that I just have to get off my chest (things that were on my mind while out in the swamp):

1. I try to eat salad for lunch. It's good for me. But I really can't stand the crunchy "spine" pieces of lettuce. After several irritating experiences where my bag of salad was just filled with those things I discovered, to my horror, that there was a name for these: hearts of Romaine (and they actually sell whole bags of this stuff). The name makes it sound so nice, and yet.... When I want a salad, I want something leafy! If I want something crunchy, I'll have potato chips, Cap'n Crunch or even an apple. And, to add insult to injury, the "hearts of Romaine" also happen to be the first part of the salad to go brown. Yummy. If there's a salad totem pole, hearts of Romaine is at the bottom.

2. How 'bout them Red Sox!

OK, now onto something serious: Naomi and I leave for our survey trip to Europe on Monday. We're definitely stoked. For Naomi it'll be her first time in Europe since her summer trip in 2000 -- when we first met! We'll be in Austria Tuesday through Friday next week. Saturday we travel to northern England and we'll be there through Tuesday the 15th. We'll be doing some mobilization for PI-Europe at a Bible College north of London on the 16th and will hopefully get in some site-seeing in London before our return flight on Thursday the 17th.

The point behind this trip is to investigate two different options for future ministry. We are exploring one possibility that would allow us to settle in Vienna and we've been invited to join a team in northern England. We are praying for safety, good health and plenty of energy, but also that the Lord would clearly speak to us about where we should go.

We'll give a full report once we're back, provided I don't kidnapped by that Yeti again.

Superlatives, vol. 3 + MLB picks

In case you care...

Favorite albums of the moment:
"Eyes Open" Snow Patrol -- simply excellent. Not a bad song on the whole thing.
"Dusk and Summer" Dashboard Confessional -- heard one song off it so I got it from the library. Very good. I'm new to this group so I can't compare this offering to their earlier work, which I understand is much mellower.

Favorite songs:
"Make This Go On Forever" Snow Patrol
"Window in the Sky" U2 (great video too)
"Stolen" and "Reason to Believe" Dashboard Confessional

Most overplayed song:
"Sweet Escape" Gwen Stefani. I wish this song would make a sweet escape to the dustbin for at least three months.
Anything on Z 88.5. Tuned in for a few minutes this weekend -- all the same stuff still playing from my last try about six months ago.

Favorite movie:
"Amazing Grace". Please go see it! We need to support good stuff like this so more of it'll be made.

And, just for the fun, my picks for the 07 MLB season, which starts in earnest today:
AL East: Yankees (because they always do)
AL Central: Tigers (great combination of offense and pitching, even without Kenny Rogers)
AL West: Rangers (Angels are the popular pick, but I think they'll get hurt too much, so I'm picking the Rangers to finally get their pitching together enough to pull it out).
AL Wild Card: Red Sox (they won't fold like last year, but they won't have enough offense to keep pace with the Yanks)


NL East: Mets (ridiculous offense makes up for lackluster starting pitching)
NL Central: Cardinals (tempting to take the Brewers, but I'm going safe here)
NL West: Diamondbacks (the Dodgers are the sexy pick, but if they do it it'll be like 1988 when they had no offensive star; I don't think it'll happen so I'm going with the young D-backs).
NL Wild Card: Phillies (they'll finally put it together this year)

ALCS: Red Sox over Yankees
NLCS: Mets over Cardinals
World Series: Red Sox over Mets (revenge for 86!)

From my fingers to God's ears...

The Parades

Last week I was at Biola University for their annual missions conference. During the first main session, before the speaker came to the pulpit, they had students come to the front of the assembly area carrying the national flag of the country they are from (though in some cases I'm not sure the flag-bearers were actually from the country in question).

This isn't all that unusual (Moody does it, as do several other universities), but for some reason it affected me more this time. As I watched them each walk by I thought that it would be like that one day in heaven. Except that, instead of countries being represented, it would be people groups. And the procession would not end so quickly. The parade of flags at Biola ended after about 30 students had come forward. There are over 200 countries in the world, and thousands of people groups. All will be represented in heaven, according to Revelation 5:9 and 7:9.

But that day still seems to be far off. Right now there is no one to carry the flag of many of these people groups. And for some reason the truth of that sank in that day more than it ever had before, and my heart wept. I hope I can some day come back to Biola, to the parade of flags, and see the Iraqi flag and the Saudi Arabian flag alongside the flags of Myanmar, Chad, Sudan and dozens more. I hope some day there will be scores of Christians in each of those countries, dozens who can enjoy a solid Biblical education at a school like Biola, and many who will take the Gospel to neighbors in people groups that are yet unreached.

The next day the leaders of the missions conference did something I'd never seen before: a parade of majors. They had student carry signs announcing their major and props that were associated with that skill or practice. Members of the student body cheered loudly when their major came down the aisle (I think the nurses were loudest). I was pleasantly surprised to see this, and it felt so right and good to me. I think it's great to honor the academic achievements the students are making, and to celebrate their entry into these disciplines as committed Christians. I think the development of Christian nurses is awesome, as is the training of Christian audio/visual professionals, Christian historians, Christian writers, Christian sociologists and Christian musicians. I think we ought to encourage and celebrate those who will be excellent in those fields and be a light to those they labor alongside. I also hope to see many of them use those skills as platforms on the mission field for entering into closed countries, serving the physical, spiritual and emotional needs of the saved and unsaved alike as a testimony to His unwavering love for them.

So it was a moving week. Sometimes it's easy for missions to become blase for me -- like I've seen and heard it all a thousand times. It was good for me last week then to be stirred again and remember what I'm working toward, and to have an emotional response to it all. I feel refueled and reinvigorated, redetermined in the ultimate aim of all that I labor for.

The wisdom of Dan

A few gems from my former roommate Dan, who is not normally known for being especially quotable:

Dan on sin: "Temptation isn't tempting until it's temptation."
Dan on famous skier Marc Girardelli: "The thing he was good at was that he was good at everything."
Dan, to me and Naomi: "What exactly what went wrong at your wedding?"
Dan, showing up our other former roommate Kevin: "Worters."

Awkwardness

You know you have reached a certain level of trust in your marriage when your wife tells you that she found a woman's undergarment in the house that doesn't belong to her and she's not the least bit upset.

So, yes, the other day Naomi is cleaning the guest bedroom in anticipation of our next visitor and discovers a woman's undergarment under the bed. It dawned on me immediately how uncomfortable this discovery could be if indeed I had anything to hide, which made me feel very happy that I don't (I am neither a cheater nor a cross-dresser).

The next thought was, "whose is it?" We mentally went down the list of recent guests and concluded without too much trouble that it must belong to the last visitors we had a few weeks back. This led to a second awkward moment as these last visitors (a couple) are people we had not met prior to their showing up on our doorstep. Not only that, but we didn't even have contact information for them. The woman whose personal item is in question here is the sister of a friend and former co-worker. We did manage to get her email address from our friend, but a week later we still haven't emailed her.

Why? Well how exactly do you write that email? Neither of us knows her really, but Naomi doesn't really even know her brother that well. I know him well, but I'm not sure I'm the one to be emailing her about this. It's tempting to create a new email account (discreet@hotmail.com or unmentionables@yahoo.com perhaps) just to give her the news anonymously, but that wouldn't really work either since it's our stinkin' house that is the scene of the crime.

I think, in the end, we're just going to have to tag-team it: I write the email using all the diplomacy and formal language I can muster and send it to Naomi to send from her email account.

This is what marriage is all about. No, not discovering undergarments from strange women in one's house, but sharing the burden of the unpleasant necessities of life. And all the better when you can do so with a good attitude and a chuckle or two.

Things I discovered on my trip to Virginia

1. Poker is fun when you're winning. Last Saturday my friend Ruben, who plays frequently and wins often, had me over to his place in Richmond and we got to playing Texas Hold 'Em. We split up the chips evenly and I took all his money three straight times before we ran out of time with me comfortably ahead on the fourth time we had started over with even stacks. I would love to say I am secretly an amazing poker player, but the truth is that the only thing sicker than I was (and still am) were the cards I was getting. I beat Ruben on my kicker at least twice -- we both paired up sixes once and queens once (I think) and each time I had a stronger kicker. If he paired up eights, I had nines, and so on and so forth. I have to give Rubes credit though -- he took it well. Just wasn't his day. I think I rather like just playing head to head -- less to think about with other players. I still focus too much on my own hand and not enough on what the other players might be doing.

2. Coffee can be good. I needed some help waking up upon arriving in Virginia two weeks ago. I'd gotten to bed at about 2:30am and was up again at 6:45. My friend Dan put on a pot of java and poured me some in a travel mug for the road. I took one sip and ... holy beans! It was actually good! I tend to drink coffee only for it's medicinal purposes, and as I drink it so seldom, the caffeine tends to have a dramatic impact on me. Well this was more than just a drug ... it was pleasing to the palate too. So I asked Dan where I could pick up some of this fine brew. His answer: Costa Rica. Seems he was there not too long ago and brought some back. Bummer.

3. Cheap Target sunglasses can survive in a dryer set at 125 degrees Fahrenheit for 45 minutes and be none the worse for wear (just a little hot). This was a pleasant surprise.

4. End of the Spear is a good movie, but Amazing Grace (cheating slightly -- actually saw it in Orlando yesterday) is better. The latter movie is instantly on my top 10 list. But more about that later...

Jerry Falwell

So I've been in Lynchburg, VA at Liberty University this week and yesterday got to meet Jerry Falwell. I wasn't sure what to think about this occasion since I have mixed feelings about him. He's one of many high-profile Christians who seems to have a propensity for sticking his foot in his mouth. Despite that, I tried to go into the breakfast meeting with an open mind.

In person Dr. Falwell reminded me simultaneously of my father in law (only larger and much older) and of the stereotypical Baptist preacher: well dressed, perfectly coiffed hair, a man of some girth, paternal yet still a good 'ol boy.

He spoke to all of the reps there for the missions conference and talked about the history of the school and their future vision. I came away from it rather impressed. What impressed me was his drive for excellence in Jesus' name. Certainly there are times when the pursuit of this standard can lead to poor choices, but the standard itself is not bad.

I have blogged on this before, but will make the point again. Jesus was excellent, and I believe his followers should pursue that standard as well. Why should everything Christian be second-best? When did it become OK to accept low quality so long as it's Christian? We used to lead the world in nearly everything: music, art, politics and education. Dr. Falwell reminded us that almost all the Ivy League schools were founded by Christians to train ministers.

Nowadays we lag. We've abandoned many of these fields out of some misguided sense of pietism. The point Dr. Falwell made is that we need to re-enter and make a solid contribution in Jesus' name, bringing faith and a Biblical perspective back into these arenas. Rather than just talk about it, he's doing something about it -- establishing a world class liberal arts undergraduate institution, along with a Bible institute and a seminary. They opened a law school three years ago and plan to open a medical school in the near future. I'm all for more Christians in the legal and medical fields.

In addition, he also talked about extending this drive for professionalism and excellence into the athletic realm. They have very intentionally built their athletic programs into Division I caliber, able to compete with and beat larger, better funded, more recognizable schools. They've already made huge gains in the basketball program and he said his goal with football was to one day go to South Bend and beat Notre Dame while sitting next to the Father (the President of Notre Dame). I'm not sure Jerry will live THAT long, but I like his moxie.

His frankness and ambition were refreshing. He wants to see Christ exalted -- and most especially in those arenas we have abdicated. May God grant them favor in this endeavor, for the benefit of us all.

X-treme X-cultural Xperience

I have lived in Austria, Germany, Iran and California, but none of those experiences quite compares to the cross-cultural moment I had tonight. What, you might ask, could trump those? Me speaking to a group of 182 college students -- every single one of them female. That's what.
When I first heard I was speaking to the students of one floor in a residence hall, it was going to be 60 female students. Then I found out a little later two other floors of the same hall didn't have speakers so I would be addressing all three floors of hall 25 -- a total of 182 girls. Even then I wasn't fazed. No, I was fine until I walked into the lecture hall at 9:45. I felt like I had just walked into the women's bathroom. Now I have never been in the women's bathroom, but I imagine it would be like this. Every single eye in the room was on me and I think I could hear them all thinking, "What is he doing here?!?!" (Note to my wife: I cannot actually hear women's thoughts.) They can't have been shocked though because I'm sure they were told they'd be having a guy speaking. They may, however, have been surprised to see that I was not 50, since just about every other agency rep here is.

Anyway, I did feel alternately like:
a) I was sitting in on a giant sorority meeting
b) I was the last living man on the planet
and c) I was bravely going where no man had gone before.

I think I just earned the right to be called a true "pioneer". Honestly, I was a little afraid. But I gathered my wits about me and addressed them, feeling very much like I'd stepped into a time warp and wound up back in 1950 (i.e. man speaks, women listen). Part of me wanted to call one of the women in the front row up, hand her my notes and insist that she speak instead while I sat in her seat or went outside to have a cigar and belch a few times.

But I made it through, got past the "dear Lord what am I doing here?" and the "my goodness these college girls can be very rowdy" and managed to deliver what I thought was a pretty competent message. Around 20 ladies stood up at the end when asked if there were any there who planned to go into full-time missions, though I'm sure most or all already planned to do so before I began. Hopefully some will have been impacted by what I said and will remember this night as long as I will.

Bad Airport, Bad Day or Bad Mood?

This has been a very schizophrenic weekend.

Saturday started out well. I ran my first 5K race and finished in a respectable 30:25 (or something like that; pictures are coming soon). This is respectable because I just started running again last month and had only run that far about a week ago. In college I was really fast, but that was 9 years and about 50 pounds ago, so my standards are a wee bit lower.

The day kind of went south from there. I went to a conference in Orlando called Fusion. I must admit now that my primary motivation for going wasn't to minister to the attendees but rather to hear David Crowder Band and Voddie Baucham. So through a series of what must be karmic misfortunes, I wound up hearing about a half of one song and about two minutes of Voddie's talk. And on top of that, only had about one meaningful conversation with an attendee (my secondary motivation for going). I spent most of the morning and early afternoon tracking down a TV and DVD player for our lunch session, which, on a positive note, was very well attended.

I got home mid-afternoon feeling rather tired (I got up at 5:45 on account of the morning race), but had to pack and prepare to leave for my two-week Virginia odyssey. I got to the airport at 6:30 for my 8:10 flight ... which turned into a 10:30 flight thanks not to bad weather, but to mechanical problems (travel frustration #1). Fortunately, Naomi came back to the airport and took me home so I wasn't sitting in the terminal for four hours. Nevertheless, I wasn't in the best of moods when I landed at about quarter past midnight at Dulles (frustration #2).

Wanting to make up time as fast as possible I was the first one off the plane and made my way quickly to the baggage claim -- only to discover that Dulles uses gigantic buses to transport people between the terminal and the baggage claim area, and my bus was going to wait for all the people on my plane, and all the crew, and the people cleaning the terminal and the Easter bunny (frustration #3). When we finally did get to baggage claim we waited about a half an hour before someone discovered our bags were going in circles around another carousel a couple carousels down from where they told us to wait (frustration #4). So now it's about 1am and I'm up past my bedtime.

It may be the grumpiness talking, but at this point I'm pretty sure Dulles is the worst airport in the United States. I've always had a soft spot in my heart for it since Die Hard 2 was a very good movie, but no more. I fly out of Raegan on the way back so we'll see if that's a suitable alternative.

Surprisingly enough I got my rental car without incident and then drove the 45 minutes to my best friend's place in Dumfries in a sporty two door Chevy something-or-other. I arrived at 2am and got a whole four and a half hours of sleep and roughly 30 minutes with my best friend before having to leave for Richmond.

It's amazing (yawn) that I made it (yawn) through the whole day (yawn). But I had help: my friend Dan shared his Costa Rican coffee with me and I discovered that there is coffee in the world that I actually enjoy! So perhaps coffee will be more than just a wake-up drug for me -- if I move to Costa Rica. I also got a nice nap in the afternoon after church yesterday.

Last night I slept almost nine and a half hours, so I'm feeling much better. Well, I'll have to get to yesterday's odd events later. It's time for lunch.

Downers on the Web

What a bummer. I just found out that someone beat me out in registering the url "www.ilovethedowner.org". At least the person that beat me out is also John Downer, and not some other Downer. This John Downer has done some pretty gnarly work in the music video industry (he worked on Weird Al Yankovic's hilarious "White and Nerdy" video, along with Hoobastank's "The Reason" and quite a few others) and seems to be fairly well travelled too. Maybe it's gone to his head ... I mean you can't pick that web address yourself! Now if your wife/girlfriend/mother/best friend/employees establish that site, then you're on to something.

Makes me wonder if www.downer.com is already taken. ... yep: Downer & Co. Their website says, "Established in 1975, Downer & Company is widely considered the firm of choice for middle-market, corporate cross-border mergers & acquisitions." I was established in 1976 and am widely considered to be the best recruitment coordinator currently on staff at PIONEERS. Strange coincidence. If I ever cease to be that though, I wonder if they'd hire me at Downer & Co. Would my name make up for my total lack of experience in their field of business? Stay tuned for a future blog. Hey, they're based in Boston! I wonder if they have season tickets to the Sox?

Changing gears a bit, www.downer.org is the home for DNA: The Discipleship Network of America. Now we're talking! Not seeing an obvious connection with the last name though ... must probe further. Seems to be the ministry of a guy named Phil Downer ... and he was speaking in Sarasota just last month. Bummer, I missed him. He's an itinerant speaker/teacher it seems, so if I should go that route it seems I'll need to find another website or join forces with him. It'd be Downers on Parade. The people would come in droves I'm sure.

www.johndowner.com is taken, but nothing's up. Come on, man, use it or lose it!

Well, there still do appear to be some fine choices: www.johndowner.org, if I'm a non-profit, www.johndowner.net, if I'm not. www.johndowner.gov if I become my own incorporated state (highly unlikely) or www.ilovejohndowner.com if I get really full of myself (please stop me if I do).

But for now, we'll just stick to the blog and save the mass media and marketing for another day.

P.S. Tip of the day: trying googling your name sometime. Can lead to great fun, unless you have a really unusual or really common name. Then it's a bit boring.

Thoughts on Grace

I've been reading Ephesians in my quiet time lately, going veeerrryyyy slowly so as to not gloss over any detail. Hence, just a few verses a day. I've been amazed at what I've seen while going through a book I've read dozens of times. This is what's struck me the most:

The word grace appears many times in Ephesians, and frequently with different meanings and applications. Here are a few examples, and my thoughts/interpretations...

1:2: "Grace and peace to you..."
Paul wishes that his readers would know and experience the grace that comes from the Father. I believe a key to my spiritual life is that I would experience daily this grace.

1:6: "...to the praise of His glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves."
Grace has been given to us, without cost to us. Jesus paid it all. How often, though, do I try to pay for it?

1:7 "...in accordance with the riches of God's grace that he lavished on us..."
This grace was lavished on us. What an usual word: "lavish". What else gets lavished? I don't have a good picture of what that looks like. I think it's like being smothered. How wonderful it would be to be smothered by grace! How wonderful, now that I think about it, it was and is, when I really let in sink in.

2:7 "...the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus."
Grace is expressed in kindness. Grace seems too big to me to be expressed by something as simple as kindness, but there it is. Of course, the kindness Paul refers to is Christ's sacrificial death on the cross, which kind of ups the ante on our typical definition of "kindness". Do we think of laying down our own lives as a form of kindness? Am I a kind person?

3:2: "...the administration of God's grace that was given to me for you, that is, the mystery made known to me by revelation..."
Now, a new understanding of grace. Grace, in this context, is a gift given to Paul for the benefit of others. This challenges me to think about what graces God has administered to me for the sake of the body of Christ. Part of the answer is, ironically, that God has administered to me a gift of administration. May that I use it well for the edification of all those who know Him.

3:7: "...by the gift of God's grace given me through the working of his power."
God's power is manifested in me through the gifts he has "graced" me with. These gifts are not something I've earned -- they are given to me without merit. And these gifts are not of myself -- they are the power of God in and through me. This calls me to stewardship of these gifts, not selfish exploitation of them, as sin in me is prone to make them.

3:8: "Although I am less than the least of all God's people, this grace was given to me: to preach to the Gentiles..."
I love Paul's humility. To us he's PAUL -- the awesome man of the Bible who we all aspire to be like in some way. In his own eyes though, he was less than the least. I believe his modesty is what made him great. And again, here he speaks of preaching as a grace -- an undeserved gift from God. His ministry was in itself an undeserved gift. And moreover, this ministry was to put salvation on its head: the message was for Gentiles too! This was an unpopular message among the Jews, but Paul considered it GRACE to be the one to preach it. That I would welcome and rejoice at ministry that is, at its core, hard.

4:7: "But to each one of us grace has been given as Christ apportioned it."
What grace has been given to me and how am I meant to use it? My spiritual gifts and abilities are grace. My citizenships in heaven, and in the U.S., are grace. My intellect is a grace. My health is a grace. I deserve none of it. God's just chosen to bless me for some reason. And it seems clear to me that the reason is that I might be a blessing to others; that I might reveal something of the love of the Father to those who don't know that they, too, are loved with a zealous and everlasting love.

Hobbes Downer, 1988-2006

Late last month my parents had our cat Hobbes put to sleep. It was the humane thing to do because he was really struggling and seemed to be in constant pain, but he had been a part of our family for 18 years, so it's very sad to know he's gone.

Hobbes was, in a way, a rebound cat. About a year after my parents married in 1969 they got two cats: Tiger and Smudgy. Smudgy had a habit of peeing on the curtains, so he went to live on a farm. Tiger, however, lived with us for 18 years. He pre-dated both my brother and me as a part of the Downer household. When he died, in the summer of 1988, it was devastating.

We weren't a cat-less household though. We had picked up another cat four years earlier when we lived in California. Scamper had come with the house we were renting. She lived on the grounds and my brother and I eventually tamed her and she moved with us when we relocated to Nebraska. Still though, losing Tiger was tough.

We quickly decided to get another cat, to fill Tiger's spot in some way. My Mom and I picked out another tiger-striped one at our vet's office and gave him to my Dad as a birthday gift, since it was the first week of October. We named him "Hobbes" because we liked the comic strip a lot and I bore a strange resemblance to Calvin in those days.

Hobbes was a fun kitten, but demonstrated early on that he had a surly disposition and a "his way or the highway" approach to life -- which is typical of most cats, but not common among past Downer cats. In his later years he softened considerably. He became an "only cat" in 2002 when Scamper finally left us. And left us she did. Ever the stray, she wandered off one day at the age of 18 and we never saw her again.

By the Fall of this year, when he turned 18 himself, Hobbes was mostly deaf, had arthritis in his hind legs and bore many scars from battles won and lost over the years. He was housebound by then since he was a bit too proud to back down from any fight, even though his body was no longer up to it.

Now he's gone, and we will miss him. He may not have been the nicest, friendliest cat ever (that would be Esther, the cat I share with Naomi), but he was ours. He was a Downer cat. Now my parents' household is cat-free for the first time since 1969. It's a very strange thing. I'm sure it won't last long. We're cat people after all.

Rethinking the Call to Missions

On Friday, at the closing luncheon for our latest Candidate Orientation Program at PIONEERS, the worship leader brought our attention to Isaiah 6:8 -- the call of Isaiah. He pointed out, however, that it really isn't a call in the sense that we often think of a call. Isaiah is more or less eavesdropping on something taking place in the heavens. He is not actively involved in the events taking place, he's just witnessing them. So he's there when God asks, "Whom shall I send and who will go for us?" Isaiah speaks up at this point. He makes himself known ("Here am I") and declares his willingness to be the answer to God's question ("Send me").

I think it's important to note that God does not tell Isaiah to go, nor does He address Isaiah specifically ("Will you go for me, Isaiah?"). Rather, He asks a broad question that implies the value He places on someone being sent out on His behalf.

I would like to suggest that it is still this way. How often I speak to people who are waiting for God to tell them to go, or who are waiting for the Lord to specifically ask them to go! They are looking for a clear sign from God -- something meant just for them. But the calling has already been given -- it is clear throughout the Word from Genesis 12 through to the end of the story in Revelation. The broad question has been asked since the beginning of time: Whom shall I send and who will go for us? God is calling on us to answer this question the way Isaiah did, by offering ourselves to Him at the very moment when we first become aware that He is still asking that question a couple thousand years later.

Realization that the question has been asked and is still being asked IS the call, and like Isaiah, we ought to be willing to respond without hesitation and without questioning whether it was really meant for me. Such questioning, in my experience, is often just a search for a way out because we do not want to be sent. We would much rather fade into the background and live out our days undisturbed by things of eternal consequence.

But this post is not meant to be a condemnation so much as it is a challenge to re-think our idea about "calling". The command is clear -- God wants us to be His representatives on earth. Do we have the courage and perspective to fulfill this calling just as Isaiah did? The calling is a group one -- issued to a community of people (all those who identify themselves as children of God), but the response is a specific one that each of us must make.

Christmas Leftovers

I didn't get a chance to get this out before leaving for Urbana, so consider it a helping of Christmas leftovers...

My pastor, at our Christmas Eve service, based his message on John 3:16 ... for God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life (my NIV/KJV mishmash paraphrase). This is a familiar verse of course, but not one that I often recall hearing on December 24ths past.

On second thought though, it's perfect. That second thought occurred as I sat in the pew that night. I don't recall anything else he said as late night turned into morning. I got stuck on this verse and it suddenly dawned on me how incredibly brilliant the whole thing is.

God gave His Son! And He gave Him as a baby ... completely weak and helpless. His entry into the world was a marvelous picture of humility that would be topped only by His exit from it. But let me get back to that verb: gave. God handed Him over, in a sense. And then what did we, who received Him, do? We paid Him no mind for 30 years, marvelled at Him for two or three, got tired of His antics and then put Him to death.

But God knew it would be this way all along. Why then did He give Him to us? What would possess Him to do such a thing? Well that's what's so brilliant! It was part of the plan all along. God knew, even at Jesus' birth, that He was sending Him to His death. He knew that we would put Him on a cross, but He also knew that insodoing, we would be setting in motion the plan that would defeat Satan for good. He knew that only a guiltless man perishing could ever release us from the curse of Death that had rested upon us since Adam. So He gave His Son to us, with full knowledge that we would reject and crucify Him and that through this treachery salvation would be made possible for all men.

It's brilliant. He fooled us all, but Satan most of all. He did not come as we might have expected, nor did He accomplish what we might have expected or hoped for, but He delivered instead something entirely unexpected, but also unforgettable and incomparable. To God be the Glory -- His ways are higher than ours!

Here's hoping you might rejoice in the brilliance of Christmas!

Urbana 06

I don't have any idea where to begin... how do you capture a week that changes your life?

Last night I slept 13 hours. Went to bed at 7:30pm and got up at 8:30 this morning. That's how tired I was. I don't think I've slept that long since I was in diapers. I was tired on every level: physically, emotionally and spiritually. But I've never had a more enjoyable time getting that exhausted.

I actually made it to three plenary sessions this time (compared to one last) and the speakers were pretty good. Rick Warren showed up and Bono had taped a message for us -- both were worth listening to. The worship was much better than last time and I often got carried away singing along with 22,000 others. We made a ton of contacts this time too: we collected more than 800 cards to follow up on -- compared to 548 last time. Each of those 800 represents a life -- someone God is stirring up -- and now the real work of follow up begins. Even these 800 represent only a portion of the people we encountered and ministered to. Many of my conversations didn't end in filling out a card. And that's OK. It's not about PIONEERS growing larger or doing more -- it's about the Spirit of God working in the hearts of His people.

But none of these was the highlight. The highlight was the time spent with our team. What an amazing privilege to be part of this group. Even though the team came together much later than it did three years ago, God was clearly knitting it together. We had an incredible spirit of unity even though many of us met for the first time on December 27th.

Our team meetings on the 28th (two hours), 29th and 30th (one hour each) and 31st (one and a half hours) were highlights of my life thus far. We got to know each other through a quick game, covered a lot of details about meals, appointments, schedules and other logistics and came together each morning through a devotional led by one of the team. But what made it so great were the prayer times we shared and the stories we shared about the people we'd met the previous day. That's when we really came together I think. We rejoiced to hear how God was moving, answering our prayers and drawing people to Himself. We prayed passionately for the people we'd met, for each other, for lost people around the world. It was just an amazing experience to feel the Lord moving among us and through us.

It was a great conference for PIONEERS as well. More than once we overhead a student tell another to go to the PIONEERS booth because "they pray for you there". And we did -- after every single conversation. Many people stopped by to have their picture taken with our giant globe (check it out below) ...


We also had many people stop by because of an email I'd written about a week before. Like every other organization attending Urbana (there were about 270 there), we were given the opportunity to purchase a list of attendees who'd indicated that they were "highly motivated" to go into missions. We purchased this list and sent out an email, as did 20-25 other organizations. I wrote the email and knowing that they'd be getting quite a few, made a distinct effort to make mine personal, heartfelt and not the least bit manipulative or pushy. It seems to have hit the mark. I got a number of responses leading up to the conference and many more people who stopped by mentioned the email as a principle reason they'd come to us. It was very gratifying to see what effect those words had had on people.

In general, I didn't have as many great conversations at Urbana this year as I'd had last time, but I feel very good about my role in all of it. My best work for Urbana may have been the email, but it may also have been just acting as the leader for our team and being able to guide them, by God's grace, into a place where He was invited to work through us. I feel like I took on many cares and concerns last week so that the team didn't have to, and in being freed from those details, they were freed up to concentrate wholly on blessing those we came to serve. So it worked. It was perfect and I'm so thrilled, blessed, happy, humbled, weary and jubilant.

To God be the Glory. I will remember this experience the rest of my life.

Were you there? What's your story?

and now for something completely different...

It's been a month since I ranted about EvangePen, EvangeBall and Scripture Aids and now I have a new product that has attracted my spite: Frosted Flakes. Not the original Frosted Flakes (hereafter "FF"), but the 1/3 less sugar variety. What are they hoping to accomplish here? They should call this product "Corn Flakes with a Tease". They are so incredibly far from the glory of the original FF that they do not deserve to carry the FF name. Tony the Tiger should appear on the box as a shaved wet kitten. I think the 1/3 LS FF should be terminated immediately and be relegated to the same product hades that now holds New Coke and Zima. But that's just my opinion, as one who holds sugar in very high regard. (And for the record, I've only ever had one cavity in my life).

Blogworthy Weekend, Act 3

It's now the next weekend and I haven't finished reporting on the last one, so I best get to it.

The last blog-worthy event from last weekend had nothing to do with the concert, though before moving on from that I should note that I am still on a spiritual high because of it. Though the CD isn't as good as the live show, each track brings me back to last Saturday and how my spirit was lifted and my soul cried out in praise to God.

... Last Sunday at Bible study we got to talking about repentance and living a good life and we explored a bit the ambiguity in such a pursuit. How much do we strive for this, and how much of it is God bringing about holiness in our lives? What is our responsibility and what is only possible because of Him? This is one area where the Scriptures seem to say contradictory things: "In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood" (Hebrews 12:4), yet at the same time "all our righteous acts are like filthy rags" (Isaiah 64:6). We bring all we can to the table, yet nothing at all. "For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out" (Romans 7:18).

I am left without knowing precisely what I am to do. I can't piece together the Scriptures so that I can understand how exactly this transaction (sanctification in me) takes place. And consequently, if I am not living as though I am sanctified, I don't know what's gone wrong in the transaction that I should now aim to fix.

This elusive understanding is quite frustrating for me and has been a stumbling block in my relationship with God, who, I'm figuring out, is all-around quite an elusive fellow.

By comparison I think about the movie "The Illusionist". I liked the movie because it was an interesting re-imagining of an historical event and took place in locales that I know well from my time living in Austria. I did not like it however because it did not resolve tidily. One aspect of the "miraculous" ending was explained to the audience, but still other parts vital to the unfolding of the puzzle were left unrevealed, and these parts are entirely unbelievable apart from total suspension of one's judgment or, preferably, a suitable explanation. So I felt cheated. The ending would have been more satisfying if how it came about could be naturally explained in its entirely, or if none of it had been explained and all of it had to be left to our imaginations.

So it is with me and God. The aspects of His ways that remain mystical and out of reach to empirical study frustrate me greatly and leave me feeling, at times, cheated. How can I follow Him, as He asks, if indeed I am hopeless to truly follow Him apart from what grace He gives me to follow? In this reasoning, is it not His responsibility then to give me the grace to do what He wants me to do? And yet, I cannot deny that I play some part. My Spirit speaks truth to this.

So I am flummoxed. Yet, on Sunday night last weekend it dawned on me that this may be precisely where God wants me to be. Flummoxed. God is elusive because He could not be God if He were not. If He could be empirically attained, by me or others far smarter than me, He would not be what He most certainly is. He must be out of reach.

And yet He does not leave us with this. He has intentionally asked us to reach for Him -- to pursue Him -- so that we are engaged. Not passive beings merely waiting for eternity to take us back. We were created to engage: with Him, with other human beings. So He's created in us a need to reach, a desire to reach and a command to reach.

In the end, it all works much better if we do this (somehow -- though I don't entirely understand how). But at the same time we must know that He is God alone and will always be beyond our grasp.

I have an unexpected peace about this right now. But I suspect I'll come back to this point again and again as long as I live. It seems to be in my nature to try to figure things out, and divine things are not excluded from this nature.

(If any of this makes sense to anyone else, well I'm amazed because it's quarter past one in the morning and I've been reading way too much Dickens lately!)

Blogworthy Weekend, Act 2

My experience at the concert this weekend got me thinking about worship services and styles. I had to ask myself why I often have such a hard time getting into the whole "sing worship songs, have announcements, offering, sermon, go home" routine on Sunday mornings? Some days I can enter into true worship while singing, others not so much. Despite the fact that our pastor is a very good speaker and delivers solid messages, I don't long remember most of what he brings us each week. On the other hand though, the concert Saturday night was incredibly engaging for me and I expect I'll remember it for the rest of my life. 72 hours later many of the lyrics, melodies, visuals and the overall feeling are still very vivid to me. Why is it so much easier to remember all that?

I think I arrived at an answer on Saturday night... and it started like this: I'm left-handed.

As you probably know, lefties tend to access the right side of their brain more and this side of the brain is where we get our creativity and, well, it's our artistic side. So lefties tend to be more artistically expressive than their right-handed oppressors (err, I mean "counterparts"). Many of the most famous artists in the world were left-handed: M.C. Escher, Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso, Lewis Carroll, Leo Tolstoy, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, H.G. Wells, J.S. Bach, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, David Bowie, James Brown, 50 Cent, Billy Corgan, Phil Collins and Charlie Chaplin, to name a few. It's an impressive list considering only 8-12% of all people are left-handed. We're disproportionately represented in lists of artistic talents.

I could go on for some time about all this, but I digress ... the point is: though I do not sing, play an instrument, paint, compose or anything of the sort, I'm somewhat inclined toward the arts, and I believe that my heart wants to express itself and be spoken to in artistic forms. Hence, a well-written song might have more of an impact on me than a well-delivered sermon. Now if that same sermon were performed theatrically somehow, it might capture me more. Likewise, music can have varying degrees of artistic value. Some people play songs, some people create art and others lead worship -- a small few lead others into worship through their art and these are my favorite people of all.

Bottom line: I think I'm a bit of an artsy type, even though I do not look or act the part. Maybe that makes me a closet artsy type. And maybe it's time for me to come out of the closet and embrace my inner artsiness. It is, after all, God-given ... just as being left-handed is!

Blogworthy Weekend, Act 1

I just had a very blogworthy weekend ... so blogworthy I need at least three posts to get it all out. So here we go...

Blogworthy Weekend, Act 1 (acts 2 and 3 should be along soon after)...

Saturday night Naomi and I went to a concert called "Behold the Lamb" that's done by Andrew Peterson, with help from Derek Webb, Sandra McCracken, Jill Phillips, Gabe Scott, Andy G-something-or-other and Eric Peters. That lineup was enough to get us to drop $10 a person on tickets -- we didn't need to know what the concert was all about. If you don't know these artists, I highly recommend you check them out -- google them, look 'em up in I-Tunes or wherever else you get music.

Anyway... it was, quite simply, the best concert I've ever been to. It had a little bit of everything, and everything was done really, really well.

Andy P. started with one of his songs and then introduced the other musicians and explained what would be happening that night. Then five of the artists -- Derek, Sandra, Andy G., Jill and Eric Peters -- each had a chance to do two songs -- each did one and then they went through the lineup again.

I knew what I would get with Derek -- he's always tight. I had heard at least one Sandra song (Derek has done a few she's written -- they're husband and wife) and I knew of Jill Phillips, but had never really listened carefully to either of them. They were both revelations. Very strong singers with well-written, pleasant songs. Sandra has enough country in her (particularly on a song called "Chattanooga") that when Derek joined her on her second song it seemed very much like he was playing Johnny to her June Carter Cash. Andy G., who happens to be married to Jill Phillips (are they trying to breed talented musicians?) was the big winner of that part though with his offering of a song about Andrew Osenga's toe.

Yes, you read that right. Andy played a song about a toe. Not just any toe though. Andrew Osenga's toe. Andrew Osenga has appeared in this blog before -- he's the guy who replaced Derek Webb in Caedmon's Call. He's also the guy I met in Denver on my way from the rental car place to the airport terminal. About a month after that chance encounter he cut his toe off in a lawnmowing accident. Well Andy G seems to find inspiration in odd places and wrote a riotously funny song about Andrew Osenga's toe: it's last meal was roast beef; it wanted to go off to market too; it left in a helicopter ... you get the picture.

Now, 48 hours later it seems rather macabre to laugh about another guy's misfortune, but I'm sorry -- it was THAT funny. I've gotta get a copy somehow. If only I could remember Andy G's last name!

With apologies to Eric Peters, who was good, but not as good as the other four, we now move on to the second half of the show.

Oh ... my ... goodness.

So the second half was the "Behold the Lamb". Andrew Peterson (there are too many Andrews in this story) explained that he wanted to do a Christmas album, but not with covers of the traditional (read: overdone) songs. He wanted to do new material. So he did. Then he invited some friends along to help make it awesome. So Andrew wrote the songs using his clever, whimsical lyrics (he does one song about the lineage of Jesus that is amazingly good considering that the lyrics are really weird names connected by "begat") and folks like Derek, Sandra, Jill and others provide harmonies and background vocals.

He also works in, at various points, plenty of violin parts, drums, a dobro and a hammered dulcimer, creating this rich blend of sounds and also showing off the incredible collection of talent on the stage. One such highlight ... Gabe Scott and John the violin guy (playing mandolin instead) on an acoustic version of "O Come O Come Emanuel". It was just worshipful seeing talented people use those talents and do it to honor Him.

The whole thing was ... whatever the aural version of a spectacle is ... an auracle? It was something to behold, except via listening and not beholding. You get the idea.

Lyrically, it was exceptional in that he begins, not with Mary, but with Moses. He goes all the way back into the Old Testament and spends at least the first four songs dealing with the history of Israel and the prophecies that set the stage for the birth of Christ. Understanding that this context is so important he makes sure we get it before moving on to the events captured especially well in Luke and Matthew.

When we do get there, and spent the latter half of the concert exploring that, there's a well of worship ready to spring forth. I haven't had such a hard time sitting since I was a fidgety 12 year old. I wanted to leap onto my feet hands outstretched and sing with them: "glory to God!" Listening to and interacting with the final two or three songs was the most worshipful experience I've had in years. It captured the whole season for me.

Again, musically it was the best worship I've had since I've been back in America. Lyrically, it was better than all but about ten sermons I've ever heard in my life. On the whole, nothing quite measures up to Handel's Messiah as a Christmas masterpiece, but this is a fine entry for the 21st century.

If it comes to your neck of the woods, I highly recommend checking it out and only hope that I haven't created too high an expectation in your mind.

More later ... for now, I've got to go home and eat some dinner.

My Family ... Thanksgiving 2006

Top row: sister-in-law Ann, brother David, Naomi and me. Bottom row: my niece Katie, Dad, Mom and my nephew Matthew.

Aren't they cute!

Superlatives, vol. 2

Current faves...
Album: Sufjan Stevens, "Come On Feel The Illinoise". Diverse, odd, infectious, brilliant.

Song: "Casimir Pulaski Day" from the above album. Doesn't end tidily like most songs by Christians do. This one stops with the author still struggling and asking questions, which is where I live a good portion of my life too.

Movie: "Hotel Rwanda". Powerful and convicting. Why didn't we do anything? I was only 18 at the time, but there will be another Rwanda in my lifetime and I wonder if I'll be ready to respond. Perhaps Darfur is it, right now.

In the name of Jesus?

Thanks to my friend Joe for reminding me not to let this topic go by without comment...

While at the GMHC last week I was blessed to have my table across the aisle from not one, not two, not three, but FOUR, of the most exciting advances in the history of our Christian faith, since the Lord first commanded us to share the Word with others.

What are these amazing accomplishments you might be wondering?

Item A: The EvangeCube. Just by maneuvering the blocks of the cube around, revealing pictures of different parts of the basic Gospel message, you too can easily share Christ with a friend.

Item B: In case operating the EvangeCube proves too challenging, the makers of the EvangeCube now offer the EvangePen. Because you never know when you might be writing a novella and suddenly an opportunity to share the Lord comes by! Well, you'll be ready if you have the EvangePen. Simply pull out the retractable page with four easy-to-recognize pictures that depict aspects of a conversion process and start sharing! (I suggest taping the text of a brief sinner's prayer to the back of the picture, just to be prepared for the windfall of souls -- plus it helps to have it written out so you won't forget something and accidentally not get them saved).

Item C: If that weren't enough, the makers of the EvangeCube and EvangePen now also feature the EvangeBall. This soccer ball (in two sizes, to meet the needs of both adults and children) has panels of black, red, white and other colors which can be used to illustrate the steps of conversion. Man, if they had this in the World Cup last summer all of Europe might have gotten saved! Then I wouldn't have to go back to Austria.

Item D: But surely topping all of the above is ScriptureAid. These would be colorful Band-Aid bandages with, you guessed it, Scripture verses on them. Their tag-line was something to the effect of "helping you deal with all of life's boo-boos". The "boo-boos" part I'm sure of ... what led into it is somewhat hazy now. And I believe nothing more needs be said on the matter.

OK, so I'll stop being sarcastic now. (That was sarcasm up there, in case you missed it).

Maybe, just maybe, someone will actually be blessed by one of these products. And I know the heart was in the right place on all of them. But still. Is this what it's come to in America? Who can design a better crutch for us? Or is the better question "what else can we put Jesus' name on to sell to rich Christians who can't think of anything better to spend their God-given resources on"? God bless the people that made these products and those that sell them, but God help us if this is what passes for evangelism and discipleship these days. Nothing, no matter how clever it is, is going to substitute for Christians living holy & repentant lives in community with those who are lost and dying.

Thoughts from the GMHC

I spent much of last week in Louisville, KY at the Global Missions Health Conference (GMHC) where I was representing PIONEERS' medical missions initiative, which is called HealthNet. I've been officially part of the HealthNet team for about a year now, but this was still my baptism by fire, so to speak. The others on the team include a doctor from Australia who spent 12 years on the field, a doctor from the U.S. currently serving as a missionary in Cambodia and the director of our Australia sending base. Then there's me ... I, uh, well ... my Mom's a nurse! I have been to the doctor a few times too.

So why did I join this group? Well, they wanted someone based in the U.S. who could help with recruiting personnel, so I was a logical person. I also have an interest in this topic and a lot of respect for the others on the team. And, being quite honest, I thought maybe someday we'd be compelled to have a team meeting in Australia!

Leading up to this conference though I wasn't very excited about it. I could imagine myself leaving afterwards with a whole lot of names of people I couldn't very easily help, or names of people I could help, but that would take a lot of my already-limited time. I also had the distinct feeling that I was in over my head -- swimming amongst all these professionals who know way more about medical stuff than I do. And lastly, there was the thought, "why am I learning all of this when I plan to be leaving this position in two years?"

Well, I'll get back to that last line in a minute. But first ... the conference turned out to be pretty good. While it's true that almost all of the attendees knew more about medicine than I did, I knew more about missions than they did, so I was still able to offer helpful advice and timely consultation. The Lord also brought to my colleague and I several good candidates for PIONEERS -- people interested in both medical stuff AND church planting and who didn't mind being pioneering types with a bit of ambiguity in their early months on the field. We will be following up with these contacts over the next few weeks. So it was a good conference ... good contacts, I learned a thing or two and a couple of the speakers (John Patrick and Steve Saint) were particularly good.

Now, about that whole "leaving in two years thing". On my way to Kentucky I wondered to myself, "who is going to be the advocate for medical missions when I'm gone, because I won't be doing that when I'm in Europe (it isn't particularly strategic there)?" For that matter though, who is going to go to all the other conferences, help with establishing our field-based communications specialists and direct the phone team? Who is going to take my spot when I'm gone? I'm a little worried there won't be someone ready to take over for me and I'll be leaving the team here in the lurch.

So, for the first time ever, I started to second guess just a little our decision to return to Austria. I'm needed here, and this ministry is a perfect fit for who I am and what I do in God's economy. But alas, Naomi and I have never felt released from our call to Austria. Furthermore, I'm sure I can be well used in Europe too. But there also more fleshly reasons for going back: I often feel like a second class citizen as a "home-based missionary". In a million different ways, churches, supporters, missions conference organizers, educators, future missionaries and current ones have all contributed to that feeling. So I want to get back to being a "real missionary" and to having the kind of support again that I had when I was a "real one" the first time around.

God has two years still to sort out the right and wrong motivations in my heart, and two years still to prepare someone to take over for me. I guess that's something I ought to pray for ... not only that the Lord bring someone to take my place so I can return to the field with a clear conscience, but that He bring that person within the next year so I can actually train and mentor him before I go. That would be ideal. And on a broader scale, I want to pray that more people will answer a call from God to be one who stays here to help organize, coordinate, mobilize, educate and equip those whom He is raising up to reach the yet unreached. I believe with all my heart it is a noble thing to do.

The Imitation of Christ

Our Sunday night Bible study this week was thought provoking. Here are a few thoughts that came out that night and since then...

-- If God chose me when I was an amoral, pleasure-seeking 18-year-old fully devoted to doing my own thing, how much more would He choose me now as a much more mature 30-year-old who seeks to serve others, serve Him and be like Him? Yet I often feel like I disappoint God. I need to zero in on the fact that He did choose me and He has never once regretted that choice. Lord help me know that you take pleasure in me!

-- The imitation of Christ can be a tricky thing. How many people live in total bondage trying with all their might to become like Christ? How many bang their head against the wall because their will can only take them so far (and not remotely close to true Christ-likeness)? And how many people ultimately give up when they realize that they constantly fall short of this standard?

A guy in our Bible study pointed out how misguided this idea of becoming like Christ CAN be -- when the emphasis is on doing everything the way Jesus did. Well in our flesh that's impossible. The key thing is to realize that everything that Christ was and did was born out of His relationship with the Father. The Gospel of John records dozens of testimonies from Jesus about this relationship: The Father had sent Him, given Him a message, loved Him and more. And how often did Jesus get away from others in order to pray to the Father?

The point is this: in order to have any hope of imitating Christ's actions, attitudes and deeds toward others, we must likewise focus first and foremost on our relationship with the Father. All our relating to other people depends on this connection. Our goal mustn't be to do what Christ did so much as it is to be who Christ was (and is): His beloved Son. We ARE likewise His beloved children, and if we know that and believe it, we will be people who act like Jesus did. It will simply happen.

-- We have the Holy Spirit to confirm this identity in us -- to testify to our Sonship. And speaking of the Holy Spirit, many people have said how great it would be to live in the time of Christ. While I don't disagree, we live in the age of the Holy Spirit, which was not around at that time. Jesus Himself said, "...it is actually best for you that I go away, because if I don't, the Counselor won't come." (NLT; italics mine) I'd love to have been around Jesus to see His miracles and be in His presence on earth, but the Holy Spirit is pretty cool too. Don't ya think?

Superlatives

Favorite Song right now: "Nothing Left To Lose" by Mat Kearney

Favorite Album of the moment: "Our Endless Numbered Days" by Iron & Wine

Favorite Football Player this week: Brian Westbrook (why don't the Eagles get him the ball more?

Least Favorite Football Player of the week: (tie) Matt Bryant, for picking a game against my team to kick a ridiculous 62 yard field goal and Donovon McNabb, for throwing three horrible interceptions and one equally horrible completion on the 2 yard line to end the half and cost the Eagles a chance for an easy field goal (they eventually lost by 2 points).

Favorite Book of the moment: "Just Like Jesus" by Max Lucado. I'm not normally a huge Lucado fan, but this book is really good. A chapter about the unnamed leper in Matthew 8 is particularly challenging.

Focusing On What's Best (aka Is Short-Term Missions a Good Thing?)

I finished a book this evening called "Simple Church". It's premise is (appropriately enough) pretty simple: the most vibrant churches tend to be those that have a straight-forward disciple-making process and all aspects of the church's programming are aligned in such a way as to move people through this process. Many churches that are struggling are, by comparison, very complex and not unified around common goals. The authors make a point to say that a complex church that wishes to become more simple may have to ax popular programs that don't fit into a simplified disciple-making process.

This sort of change is hard to make but necessary because the reality is that people have limited time and churches have limited budgets and you want both commodities to be devoted to the most important things. Programs that are not contributing to the overall vision of the church, however good they may be, must make way for those that do.

This principle has application in all sorts of ways of course. There are many cases where we are forced to make choices not between what is good and bad but between what is good and what is best.

I've been thinking about that this week as it applies to missions -- particularly short-term missions. On Monday I met with the guy who started Cafe 1040 (check them out at www.cafe1040.com), who shared with me some research he'd come across recently. The research indicated that short-term mission trips have no discernible impact on a person's decision to enter long-term missionary service. This was shocking to hear. For many people, the primary reason for having short-term trips is that they mobilize people for long-term service. Indeed, a huge percentage of long-term missionaries took a short-term trip prior to committing to a longer term. But this is, apparently, not a causal relationship. It's no different to say that a huge percentage of long-term missionaries have received Jesus Christ as their personal Lord and Savior. Apparently most long-termers were moving in that direction before their first short-term trip.

So what does this mean for the church? Well, if short-term missions isn't mobilizing long-termers and can't effectively plant a church among a distinctly foreign culture (this is patently obvious to me, but may be a new thought to you), then what is its purpose? Well, my friend argued, it is for the maturation and spiritual growth of the person going. (I've long acknowledged this to be a result of short-term missions, but not the primary one). He then added that, if this is true, then short-term missions is a discipleship tool -- not a cross-cultural evangelism one. Therefore, it ought to be included in churches' discipleship or spiritual growth budget -- not the missions budget.

To me, this is a profound application of this thought -- and one that makes some sense to me. More and more of our churches' missions budgets are being devoted to sending short-termers from the church. This is not necessarily a bad thing, except when you realize that they are not raising more money to do this or adding more hours to their work weeks. They are shifting money from long-term missions into these programs and spending more of their time organizing and runnning these trips (leaving less time to care for the long-termers). The fact is, every dollar spent on short-term missions and every hour spent coordinating such trips is a dollar and an hour not spent on long-term efforts which bear FAR more fruit in terms of lost lives coming to faith. Whether this research is true or not (I have yet to see it in person), this is still something we ought to be thinking about.

Short-term missions is a good thing, don't get me wrong about that. Many people are positively impacted by them. But is the primary benefit to us or to those we mean to serve? And once we've answered that question, we must next ask, "Is it the best thing we can be doing with our time and money -- in light of our clear command to reach the nations in His Name?"

It's high time we take a good, hard look at the short-term missions movement and evaluate what it is, who it serves and what we're neglecting so that we can do it as much as we presently do.

Random Thoughts on a Sunday Night

-- Spent a good chunk of yesterday catching up on the shows I missed last week while at Moody. Of the four shows I had taped for later viewing, the most satisfying was Lost ... solely on account of the fact that they worked the Red Sox 2004 World Series victory into the plot. How awesome is that?! The Red Sox historic win is a noteworthy enough event to warrant inclusion even in alternate realities.

-- Last night I had a hard time getting to sleep because my cat's hind legs were either poking me in the chest or kicking me in the face as she attempted to sleep spread-eagled, on her back, length-wise across the bed between Naomi and me. Naomi got cat head to deal with -- I got tail, legs and butt. Sweet dreams for me.

-- On a more serious note, my time at Moody has awakened something in me. It's a sense of discontent and loss. There was so much I enjoyed about my time there. It was exhausting to be sure, and not a pace I could maintain for very long, but there was a focus, an abandonment to God and an authenticity that I feel is very lacking in my life right now. I think there are large parts of my life that are not wholly submitted to God right now. I don't have a sense of stewardship with all my time, talents or even my physical body -- all the gifts I've been given. Some are submitted to His use and Lordship, but not all. As I identify these areas, I'm trying to allow the Lord to reclaim His throne over them ... these areas include:

-- my hours between 6pm and bedtime (particularly 10pm to midnight -- my peak hours of thought, introspection and creativity are often wasted in front of the stupid box).
-- my morning between 7 and 7:30am. Every morning is a battle ... the Today show or time in the Word? Mornings are hard for me because everything is so hazy and slow. But if I don't have a quiet time at night before bed, it has to fit in here.
-- my diet. Occasional salads aren't enough. I desperately need to be more strict with myself on what I eat. I allow far too many exceptions. I've never been more out of shape than I am right now and it's really frustrating.
-- exercise. I walk about a mile most weekday morning between 6:30 and 7. It's not enough though. I've lost exactly zero pounds since adopting this practice, so something more needs to be done. I feel it is disrespectful to God not to keep better care of this temple He's loaned me.
-- gifts in discipleship. I'm not discipling anyone right now, and yet I know this is something the Lord has put on my heart and given me some ability in. I even have an idea of who it ought to be right now, but I haven't obeyed.

I'm asking God to help me not forget these things and slide back into old habits. I have seen the Lord be ruler over each of these areas in my life at one time, so I know what it looks like and I know it's possible. But the yielding of these thrones is sure to be painful and the Enemy would like to see me fail. May it not be.

Good for the Soul

That's what the last week has been.

Three days at Moody Bible Institute in downtown Chicago does that to a person -- particularly a person who wants nothing more than to see more laborers raised up for the ripe harvest fields around the world. I come away from many missions conferences discouraged because the response is so lukewarm -- sometimes even frosty. But Moody is an exhausting, exhilirating maelstrom of students passionately engaging the community around them and asking how they can make a similar impact across oceans to unreached peoples around the world.

Someone said that fully 70% of Moody students will go into full-time ministry upon graduation. Many of those will choose to serve cross-culturally. My teammates and I had dozens of conversations between Tuesday afternoon and about three hours ago. I started talking to a junior who is interested in Hungary and ended with a couple who have lived many years in Croatia and desire to go back to help grow the church there. The Phone Team and I will be very busy over the next two weeks following up on all the contacts we made (there's quite a stack of inquiry cards we're bringing back with us).

But more than just numbers, it's the students' zeal for God that impressed me. It's the unbridled worship, the surrender and desire for more and more of the Holy Spirit's guidance in their lives. There are still those who seek Him. May they be found all over the U.S. -- in both secular and Christian colleges.

Random Thoughts

-- Glad this thing let me back on without changing my password since it's been so long since I've posted.

-- Nice outing from our "closer-in-training" Craig Hansen tonight: Came in the game and gave up a double, wild pitch, walk, three-run home run, another double and then got lifted. That guy scored after another single and a force out. Final line for Hansen: 0 innings pitched, 3 hits, 4 earned runs, 1 walk. Nice. Can't wait til next year.

-- The sunny side to this though is that it was the Twins doing the damage and I'm rooting for them now that my Sox are out of it.

-- Another upside: David Ortiz (Big Papi) hit his 50th home run of the year, which ties the Red Sox record for most in a season. He should break it later this week. Speaking of home run mashers, Ryan Howard has my other team, the Phillies, on the brink of the playoffs for the first time in 13 years. Here's hoping the Padres or Dodgers fold so we can get some October action.

-- In other sports news, I may be lucky with slots (roughly three encounters over the last 20 years and I'm up about $30 -- which is good for me) but I'm definitely NOT lucky in fantasy football. I lost one game because the officials missed Heath Miller stepping out of bounds and Nick Saban was a bit too tentative with the challenge flag and another game because, well, take your pick ... my margin of defeat was 0.16 points. Yeah, we use decimals. To translate that into yards, that would be less than 2. Painful. Utterly painful. Being well prepared and having good players doesn't matter if you're just plain unlucky.

-- Everyone together now: wah wah wah! (thank you for crying with me)

-- Speaking of crying ... got a wee bit weepy watching the Steve Irwin memorial service on Animal Planet tonight. I feel bad for his family, who will miss him most of all.

-- While watching footage of his exploits I felt sudden regret that I hadn't tried to wrestle one of the alligators we saw down in the Everglades earlier this summer.

-- Today was one of the best comp days I've ever had. I get a comp day when I work on the weekend, which was the case this past weekend when Naomi and I were visiting a church in Savannah. I spent all day Saturday meeting with people interested in missions, which was great fun, but meant that I didn't have much of a weekend. Got in around 11 Saturday night and then spent most of Sunday at church for a missions committee meeting.

Anyway ... I slept in an hour, had leftover waffles and bacon (yum; diet starts at lunch) and then went to meet my pastor to "brief" him on missions. He's speaking on missions topics the whole month of November and has invited me to give him ideas for messages. Banzai! Unfortunately, some kind of family crisis arose just a bit into our time so that got cut short. (You might take a sec to pray for him. No idea what about, but the Lord knows). So...

... prayed for him, then left and took advantage of the early end to our meeting to get my hair cut. Normally I don't like dropping $15-20 to have someone do something which I could easily do myself were my head not actually attached to my body, but every once in a while something compels me to go ahead and have it done. In some cases the shaggy, unkempt look is what compels me. In this case it was the hack job that I did on myself last week in an attempt to buy another week of financial freedom before giving in to the barber. Alas, I still have some measure of financial freedom in addition to a nice haircut all while still having my head squarely attached to my shoulders which, in the end, is a good thing.

... After this Naomi and I went out on a date. Recently we've been rolling in the chain restaurant gift cards. Got a $50 one with credit card points, another $50 one as a thank you from a friend who stayed with us and $20 in vouchers as a reward for Naomi giving blood yesterday. So we decided to cash some of these in today. Went to Olive Garden and totally gorged ourselves: All you can eat breadsticks, Zuppa Toscana and all-you-can-eat pasta (we each only managed one serving though -- tricky Olive Garden people), followed by some rich chocolate cake with vanilla sauce and sliced strawberries. It was all very yummy, but we were filled to near-bursting, which, had it happened, would have grossed out the other guests. (I guess the diet will start at dinner).

We had already planned to walk through Blanchard Park when we were done, but our Great Olive Garden Gorge turned the walk into something more like a waddle. Waddle a quarter mile, sit in the shade and rest. Waddle some more, rest some more. After roughly 2 miles in the 2 o'clock sun we were cursing ourselves. Conclusion: hooray for gift cards and Olive Garden; boo for lack of self-control. Should have ordered the salad.

An hour or two of digestion later I managed to get outside and cut the grass in our backyard, which is looking very healthy right now. I also cleaned mud off my boots -- mud left over from our South Dakota adventure (see previous blog entry), added pages to our scrapbook, filed missions papers from our church and finished off a library book about the history of ESPN (OK, I admit, I only skimmed it; but I still feel a sense of accomplishment).

I must confess that I did download my PIONEERS email today (I can't help it, I'm a company man!). And, even worse, I replied to one or two. (What can I say? I can't stop. I need group counseling). But nevertheless, I come to the end of the day feeling rested and relaxed and ready to go back to the office. I got stuff done, spent time outside, didn't waste much time with TV, spent quality time with the wife and have a shiny new haircut on my still-attached head. I'd say it was a good day.

Oh, and dinner was a bowl and a half of Honey Nut Cheerios. Does that qualify as starting my diet?

Oh, and one more thing ... Naomi was offered a job at Campus Crusade this afternoon! (But more about that later...)

One whacked weekend

OK, so it may be premature to write about the weekend when it's only 10:30 on Saturday night -- there may be more adventures yet to come. But even if there aren't, it's already been one whacked weekend. Right now, I'm not enjoying it because the most recent whackiness is that my nose is running like a faucet and I feel like there's a vice on my temples. I was fine until we stopped for dinner in Watertown, South Dakota. Put the car in park and all of a sudden, wham!, allergy city. And I've been stuffed up ever since. Not fun.

But that's not all the wackiness. Yesterday (Friday) I woke up in Minneapolis. We -- Naomi, me and Naomi's friend Catherine, who was her maid of honor -- hopped in our rental car (a 2006 Chevy Malibu) around 1pm and headed for Sioux Falls, South Dakota. We were on our way to the Life Light Fest -- a three day Christian music festival that's free. Free is good, so we hit the road. We could also meet up with some of our friends/supporters who live near there.

Well the weather was nice for us on our drive, but it rained a lot in Sioux Falls, so when we got there ... well.. the parking lot, which was a field, had turned into a bog. We managed to find some grass and parked there but the grounds where the concert was held was quite muddy. And it started raining again. Then it stopped. Then it started again. Do you remember Woodstock 94 -- the 25th anniversary show? It was like that.

So we stood in the rain watching Rick Warren, Rebecca St. James and Audio Adrenaline. But the real fun began when we left. Cars were stuck in the mud all over the place. Catherine and I helped one car get unstuck and tried but failed to get a big church van out of a rut. When it was our turn to try I tried to gun it across a field but soon realized this was not a good strategy. So Naomi hopped into the driver's seat and Catherine and I pushed. This worked, but a spinning wheel managed to get us rather spattered. By the time I got back in the car my boots and the bottom of my jeans were covered. The car was too. Turns out the wheels were especially bad.

Finally getting out on the freeway the car started to shake badly at about 55 mph. By this time it's about 11 or 11:30. We stopped at a gas station and managed to scrap some of the mud out of the wheel wells, but that didn't help much. So off we went down the interstate to where we staying the night ... at 55 mph.

Normally this wouldn't be such a bad thing, except that South Dakota is one of the few states I know of that has a 75 mph speed limit! It was painful having to go 55 in a 75 zone. I had to drive with my blinkers on so that the people behind me wouldn't run into me.

This painful pace turned a one hour trip into a much longer one -- and of course it was pouring too. Not fun. We finally arrived at our destination at about 1 in the morning. Got off the interstate in this town of 600. Story over, right? Nope.

Left at the end of the ramp, down the road into town, second right and then the blue lights started flashing behind me. The cop tells me I was doing 36 in a 25. Couldn't find the registration for the stupid rental car either. 10 minutes later he tells me my ticket would be $99 but he's letting me off with a warning. Never did find the car registration. We complete the block and a half to our friends' house at about 1:20, shed our mud-caked clothes and head for bed. Now we're done right? Nope.

Finally crawl into bed downstairs in their basement about 1:40, turn the light out and ... a cricket chirps. And chirps again. Then pauses just long enough for us to drift almost to sleep and starts going again. At about 2:30 in the morning we give up on the bed and move to couches in various rooms in the house. I eventually sleep on two different couches before waking up around 9:30.

So this morning we cleaned the car -- inside and out -- and scraped gobs and gobs of mud from inside the wheels (which was causing the car to vibrate so badly). I took it to a carwash too and discovered on the way home that the road into town goes from 45 to 25 very abruptly and that's where the yahoo cop must have clocked me. Can you say "speed trap"?

We hit the road today around 3pm for the journey up to Fargo, North Dakota, which is where I am now. The car's running fine. Unfortunately, so is my nose. So I'm going to bed. More adventures tomorrow I'm sure.

Stadium Rant

So I mentioned stadiums in my last entry and I thought I’d expound on that a bit, just for fun. Here’s my personal rankings of those I’ve been to and my favorite memory from each one:

Camden Yards (Baltimore Orioles). This the one they all copy now. It’s a classic. I saw the Red Sox play the O’s here in 1992 – the opening year. Sox won handily, so I was really happy. It’s just a great park. So much history around it too.

Ameriquest Field (Texas Rangers). Just beautiful. I spent about a third of the game just walking around the stadium admiring the architecture and observing all the little intricacies of it. The one game I’ve seen there was a 14-7 pounding of the Mariners, just last Friday.

Fenway Park (Boston Red Sox). I can’t put it #1 for two reasons: there are some bad seats with obstructed views (and all of them are too small) and it costs you an arm and a leg to get in the building. But the history is great and no park has more personality: the Fisk pole, the Pesky pole, the Monster, the weird angle in center field, the hand-operated scoreboard, etc. I’ve seen many games here, but the best was in 1996. Yankees leading in the bottom of the 9th. Sox come back and win it, beating John Wetteland. Yanks go something like 86-1 when leading into the bottom of the 9th and eventually win the World Series, but I saw the one loss. And it was gorgeous.

Chase Field (Arizona Diamondbacks). It’s a spectacle. Huge, with a big retractable roof. I spent a lot of time just taking it all in. It isn’t a classic like Camden Yards and Ameriquest, but it’s like an amusement park it’s so big and there’s so much to do. I saw one game there in April 2005 and got autographs from Derek Lowe (who used to be a Red Sox player) and Eric Gagne (who used to be good). Don’t remember much about the game – it was an extra-inning slugfest I think.

Wrigley Field (Chicago Cubs). Another history lesson that gets high marks for its traditional bits – ivy on the walls, the scoreboard, et al. I’ve seen two games here. The one I remember best was April 2002. Cubs v. Mets. Jon Lieber pitched well, Cubs won 2-0. I didn’t see the end. I actually left early because it was so stinkin’ cold. Absolutely frigid. It gets bumped out of the top four for that reason alone.

Municipal Stadium (Cleveland Indians). This is NOT a typo. I liked the “mistake by the lake” for two reasons: 1) back in the early 90s you could walk right up on gameday and get cheap tickets anywhere in the park. 2) There was no one there, so it was really intimate and you had much more access to the players and game. The second time I was there the ticket lady told us players would be arriving soon and told us where to stand. I got the whole Indians team to sign my ball. Favorite game though: my first one there – Red Sox v. Indians (8/27/90). Ellis Burks hit two homers in the 4th inning, and the Sox won 12-4. That feat’s only been done about a dozen times -- OK, more like four dozen (I looked it up).

Veterans Stadium (Philadelphia Phillies). Essentially my home field. I grew up at this stadium, so even though it was giant concrete donut it gets props because of the memories there. I’ve seen at least a dozen games there, including a Greg Maddux five-hitter on opening day in 1992 (on his way to his first Cy Young). The best game though was the last game of the season in 1991. Phils had taken the first two from the Mets and the brooms were out. But David Cone went out and started mowing down Phillies. We started smelling history around the 7th when Dale Murphy came up. He went to 0-2 quickly and we were writing down the “K” on our scorecards – this is a guy who struck out 140 times a year after all. Well he popped up. We booed him! Dale Murphy – one of the classiest guys in the game - and we booed him. Of course Philly fans once booed Santa Clause too. Well Cone finished with 19 strikeouts, which tied Tom Seaver for the NL record (since broken by Kerry Wood). It was a three-hit shutout as well. A great and memorable pitching performance. Everyone in the stadium was rooting for Coney by the middle of the game.

The Metrodome (Minnesota Twins). Not a great stadium by any means, but there’s not much talent below this either. It gets higher marks though because it’s home to the little team that could – a small market, small budget team that wins consistently. It’s also here because my wife would be mad if it didn’t get a higher place. Best memory: my first game here. September 2002, Indians v. Twins. Sort of my first date with Naomi. She turns to me mid-game and says that the game is kind of boring. I tell her that it’ll get exciting in a second when Jim Thome hits a homerun. Period. Pause. Pitch. Swing. Contact. Gone. Naomi turns to me with her jaw hanging open. I do all I can not to laugh out loud. Just clap and smile slightly.

Dolphin Stadium (Florida Marlins). Another concrete donut. Bonus points for not having a roof in Florida. I like their guts. Also ranks high because it was a memorable game (in July this year). Red Sox thrashed the Marlins with two homers from both Manny and Papi and Lowell hit three doubles against his old team.

Riverfront Stadium (Cincinnati Reds). Concrete donut #3. Completely forgettable. Saw the Dodgers play the Reds around 1992/93, courtesy of my brother’s girlfriends parents, who owned most of Cincinnati I think. Or at least one of the big towers downtown. Our seats were good – I remember that.

RFK Stadium (Washington Nationals). Hideous. Doesn’t rank last only because the access from the highway is phenomenal. The parking lot empties right out onto a major interstate. No lie. It took us about a minute and a half to get from our parking space to the highway. The game (July 2005) was against the Astros, but that’s all I can tell you. Oh, I got a nice umbrella though, which I’ve used a few times.

Tropicana Field (Tampa Bay Devil Rays). It’s newer than many above it, and that’s why it’s down here at the bottom. With all these other great ballparks that have come out lately (see Camden Yards, et al.) is this the best they could come up with? Honestly. It’s ugly, graceless, boring and has speakers and catwalks that can (and have) interfered with balls in play. I’ve also seen the Sox lose here far too many times, including an opening day walk-off homer in 2003 that spoiled a great game from Pedro. High point: a Sox win in 2004 during which Manny hit a gargantuan home run. I think it was estimated at 483 feet.

So that's it until I get to some more parks. Any thoughts from the peanut gallery?

Debrief, Texas, Ballparks and States

Last week eighty-seven students returned from summer trips that took them to unreached people groups around the world. My church's worship band led the morning and evening worship times -- and did a fantastic job. It was some of the best worship I've had in a while, certainly in part because of how the week went. I taught two sessions (which I had good feedback on), took part in two team debriefs (one great, one hard) and two individual debriefs (a great one and one that started hard but ended well). It was just a great week hearing their stories and seeing their excitement, but also helping one team work through some conflict and one particular person make some significant relational progress.

I left the week early though to go out to Dallas, Texas for a day and a half with the folks at RightNow (www.rightnow.org). They're a missions mobilization organization. I went out to learn from them, particularly in the area of contact follow-up. It was really great to spend time with people who do similar work to me and be able to compare notes. I'm glad I'm not in a business where competition prevents us from being able to help each other do what we do better. This was my first time in Texas. Good food, people were nice, but what's with the toll roads? Worse than Orlando ... and about five times the size. And hot. Way hot.

But their ballpark there is gorgeous. I've now been to twelve stadiums. I aspire to go to all of them, but the people in Cleveland, Cincinnati and Philly have replaced theirs since I was there. So I have quite a few still to see. I think Camden Yards (Baltimore) and Ameriquest Field (Dallas) are the two best. I like Fenway for the history, but I think it's overrated as a place to see a game and too dang expensive. How about you? What's your favorite stadium?

Texas was my 40th state too. I've got ten more to see: LA, OK, NM, KS, ND, MT, ID, OR, WA and AK (Alaska -- I think it's AK). I'll get to ND later this month. The others might be a while. But I don't think I'm missing much. (Yes, that comment was meant to elicit responses!)

Random Thoughts From the Wrong Side of the Bed

I woke up grumpy this morning. Probably because I got lost in a computer version of Sudoku last night and didn't get to bed until after 12:30am. While I can now get away with only 7 hours of sleep (which I couldn't do six years ago), that sleep needs to begin before midnight, which also wasn't true six years ago.

So I was watching the news this morning and got annoyed by two things:

1. I think we would have lost World War II if we had the type of media coverage then that we do now. Every single morning on TV and in the newspaper, there's the body count from Iraq, with as many details as they can (almost) justifiably print about the deceased. Now I don't want to demean the loss of any loved one by anybody in this country, but this much collective attention to the losses only weakens our resolve. We've lost about 2600 soldiers in Iraq. U.S. casualties in WWII were almost 300,000. We are hit in the face every single day with how much this war is costing us. And the American way has become to not want it to cost us anything. I think racism is involved here too. I think we're more willing to sacrifice sons (and daughters) to protect Britons and, yes, even the French, but not Kurds or Iraqis. They are far too different from us and anonymous for most Americans to care. I realize there are some fundamental differences in these two wars, and perhaps I'll address that another time, but I don't feel that those differences are as substantial as the difference in how we, as a nation, are reacting to what it's costing us. If we'd been counting our losses so carefully in 1942 and 1943, we probably would have packed up and gone home and today we might all speak German.

2. Joe Lieberman is getting hammered up in Connecticut and from what little I've seen about it, he's getting beaten solely because he supports the war in Iraq and his opponent is against it. I think it's a travesty that anyone should get elected to a government position based primarily on what he is AGAINST. I'm against sensational journalism that capitalizes on peoples' fears, but that doesn't mean I should be the editor of the New York Times. Tell me why you should get the job, not why the other person shouldn't.

Lastly, I happened to see the other day that Nicolas Cage is starring in a remake of a semi-famous 70's suspense/horror film called "The Wicker Man". Somehow that reminded me of a recent movie with Josh Hartnett called "Wicker Park" and that led me to wonder, what's the deal with wicker getting a bad rep? Is it just because it's one letter off from "wicked"? Seriously, I've seen some very nice wicker furniture. I think someone needs to take a stand against this kind of treatment for an otherwise fine word. So I think I'll run for Senate in New Hampshire on the platform "wicker is good".