We don’t own a microwave, so will somebody else please try this for me and let me know if it really works or not? It sounds (and I assume smells) amazing! I gotta believe this would help my dogs fetch better, though I doubt they’re going to return it to me.
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Here’s a great post from my friend Sarah. It hits on a variety of issues that it’s good to remember many (if not most or all) people deal with at one level or another.
Perception. Sarah posits the question as to whether or not she (and the rest of us) tailor our online social media personas to highlight our best moments and minimize our normal moments. Facebook seems to show that we do, and blogging isn’t much different. If you only know me from my online presence, you know a fair amount about me, but you don’t know the whole enchilada, as it were. Relationship – that buzzword of the digital age – is about more than one-way broadcasting of our noblest thoughts, our cherished victories. Relationship is about getting to know us on our off days. Keeping up with someone on Facebook isn’t the same as relationship. It’s more akin to digital voyeurism and exhibitionism. There are great dangers in mistaking the thrills of peeking in on people’s lives or revealing snippets of our own for actual relationship and engagement.
Standards. We’re awash in photos and blogs and status updates and Pinterest shares about ideal, perfect, gorgeous lives. Children who are always well-scrubbed and well-behaved. Homes that are unfathomably gorgeous and apparently devoid of any form of life, human or dust-related. It’s easy to assume – based on the little that we share with one another – that life should be one constant happy-hour party. It should be joyous and carefree and easy and simple and beautiful and perfect.
How many people do you know with lives like that? How many homes have you been in that match that? How many children have you met that are like that all the time? Come on, man. Let’s be real.
As a homeschooling family my wife is often particularly concerned about the state of our house, particularly because she spends a lot of time there. But there’s also a ton to do each day in teaching and cooking and relationships. It’s easy to assume that our house must be the dirtiest in the whole of our home-schooling community. Yet on those rare occasions where she is able to see other people’s homes, she usually comes away relieved. They’re human, too. They have piles. Not all of those piles are clean. They’re human.
In that recognition and relief relationships can be built and strengthened. Our vulnerabilities and shortcomings can also be powerful building blocks for real, actual, relationships. But we have to be willing to be vulnerable, to take that first step, and to risk the possibility of being judged.
Ministry. Ministry rarely happens on a schedule. Outside of Sunday worship, I don’t know and can’t predict when the meaningful moments of connection will occur in a given week.
What holds you back from ministry? Not the guilt-ministry that we’re so often force-fed. The ministry of feeding orphans or becoming a full-time missionary – neither of which are bad things in and of themselves and both of which are necessary aspects of Christian community, but neither of which are the only, best, or necessarily your form of ministry. Just as hospitality may not be your form of ministry, even though it’s Sarah’s.
What are you good at, and why aren’t you doing it? What way do you best serve your neighbor and create the opportunity for the Holy Spirit to be at work in the middle of it? Anybody that knows Sarah would know that hospitality and food and atmosphere are right up her alley. Yet fear of inferiority and judgment may have kept her from putting those gifts to work. What gifts are you afraid of putting to work?
Remember that this isn’t just about you and I. We can psychoanalyze and muse and self-examine all we want for answers to the above questions. Those tools may be helpful. But they also ignore the fact that Christians believe we have an enemy who wants to keep us ineffective and bottled up. He might do that with a dirty bathroom or piles of clothing. He might do that with feelings of inferiority.
Don’t let him keep your gifts bottled up!
I may have to see this. Soon.
We now have two chrysalis’ and nearly a third. The kids report seeing one of the tiny new caterpillars, but I haven’t seen it yet. Apparently it takes 9-14 days for butterflies to emerge from the cocoon, so sometime in the next few days or week, we’ll have butterflies to release!
A brief update on some of the ways I’ve been spending and wasting time. I’m not necessarily proud. I’m never gonna get some of those hours back….
Yet another broad-side at marriage as it has been historically understood by just about every culture at every time on earth. Legal guardianship of a child is now essentially a hobby. A judge recently ruled that two unrelated friends (not married, not intending to marry, not dating, not anything other than close friends) are able to both be listed as the parent of a child that they together adopted from Africa.
…so I can empathize with Sammy Hagar. But I can’t drive 155 either. Well, I suppose in my current vehicle, I could, but age and common sense and a variety of other factors practically ensures that I never will.
Our local Humanist Society placed a full page insert in the local newspaper recently, seeking to attract like-minded people. They have a list of qualities that, if the reader has, might lead them to consider joining the group. Three that I find interesting and on the verge of contradictory or at least great irony:
- Do I favor reason and logic over blind faith and irrational belief systems?
- Do I get turned off by hate speech, irrational prejudices, cruelty, religious bigotry and political hubris?
- Do I tolerate diverse religious beliefs in other people, but hold firmly to my own convictions?
I’m doing something somewhat crazy tonight, which was preceded by a somewhat crazy thing I did a few days ago. I’m pretty sure that alcohol wasn’t involved in that initial crazy act, and I know it isn’t involved with tonight’s craziness. For some reason, that’s not nearly as comforting as it ought to be.
My work (and my interests) call me into very different cultures within the geographical scope of my city and county. While traditionally cross-cultural has been a term largely dealing with ethnic cultural differences, my cross cultural experiences are not determined on the basis of ethnicity. Much attention has been placed on how America as a melting pot (traditionally) or a collection of independent cultural traditions (more recently) not only fosters cross cultural interactions it is almost synonymous with the idea. What I hear less frequently is talk about cross cultural experiences that are not defined by ethnicity or differences in geographical heritage, but just very different groups of people that may share a common ethnicity and genealogical background.
lly good. I can understand how people can pursue that feeling of belonging even when it requires them to do and be things that are not healthy for them. I can well understand the temptation to take a hit or hit the bottle more heavily and regularly, for the sake of blending in better and being accepted. There are moments when my refusal to do so gets the glance that reminds me that I’m not one of them. And yet I have to figure out how to maintain the right responses for me while not judging them for their responses, so that eventually, as I hopefully become more accepted as one of them, I have the ability to share more than just a few games of pool each week.