Showing posts with label character. Show all posts
Showing posts with label character. Show all posts

Suffering...

My last post (more of a "sentence" than a post,) was penned late at night while I was pondering something - rejection - something I know that I'm not alone in having experienced. I even have probably dished out a bit of it myself, albeit unknowingly. Anyhow, I was thinking about rejection, both from the aspect of experiencing a recent & fresh dose of it, & also from the standpoint of Jesus Christ being intimately familiar with it Himself.

When I think about the sufferings of Christ, the first thing that comes to mind is His suffering leading up to the cross - being scourged by the Roman soldiers, beaten with sticks & fists, forcibly being fitted with a crown of Jerusalem thorns... & finally being nailed to the cross.

But Jesus' suffering wasn't limited to the cross... in doing a little digging, you can see that His suffering was something that was experienced in every area of life. I re-read Isaiah 53 the well known prophecy about the 'suffering servant', a passage that foretold the suffering of Christ on the cross. However, something else in the passage caught my eye:

My servant grew up in the LORD’S presence like a tender green shoot, sprouting from a root in dry and sterile ground. There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him. He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with bitterest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way when he went by. He was despised, and we did not care. vv2,3


He was despised and rejected? Acquainted with the bitterest grief? I dug some more - & read through the gospels doing a word search for "rejection" & "suffering" - what I found was:

  • Matthew 10:24-26 – on the subject of suffering – if/since Jesus (the master) suffered, all of His followers will suffer as well.
  • Matthew 21:42 – Jesus was the 'stone that the builders rejected,' the One who has since become the Cornerstone (the main stone of a building, upon which all of the walls are based...)
  • Mark 6:1-5 – upon returning to His hometown of Nazareth, & revealing Himself as the Messiah, it says that Jesus was rejected at Nazareth - by the people who knew Him best.
  • Mark 9:12 – Jesus prophesied to His disciples that He, the Son of Man would go through sufferings & be treated with contempt
  • You can see more on this if you check out Luke 2:34; 9:22; 17:25...


  • Other thoughts race through my mind - Jesus' family thought He was crazy, out of His mind, & came to Him while He was teaching in order to "put Him away..."

    After pouring His life out for 3 years to His disciples, one of them, Judas Iscariot, betrays Him to the Jewish leaders/Roman soldiers for 30 pieces of silver, the going price for an ox. An ox! The Son of God sold for the price of livestock. On top of that, when He was arrested, every one of His disciples ran away from Him, abandoning Him. Worse, when confronted with the opportunity to be associated with Jesus, Simon Peter denied that he even knew Jesus, 3 separate times. To a servant girl.


    In Romans 5, we're encouraged that we should "rejoice in our sufferings, because they produce in us endurance..." And Paul, a man well acquainted with suffering & rejection, reminds us in 8:18 that the sufferings of this present time, any & everything we go through, is not even worth comparing with the glory that is awaiting us in Christ... He even says:

    I want to know Christ & the power of His resurrection & the sharing of his sufferings by becoming like Him in His death, if somehow I may attain the resurrection from the dead... Philippians 3:10


    He wants to know Christ - even if... WHEN it means the sharing of the same sufferings Christ endured.

    Later, Peter, the same Peter who betrayed Jesus Christ, writes to Christ-followers going through life's wringer, saying:

    Do not be surprised at the fiery trial taking place – to test you– as though something strange were happening to you. Instead, rejoice as you are sharing Christ’s sufferings, so you may be glad & shout for joy when His glory is revealed. If you are rejected & hated for the name of Christ, you are blessed because the spirit of glory, which is the Spirit of God, is resting on you... if you suffer as a Christ-follower, rejoice, because you bear His name...


    The rejection & suffering that Christ endured went far beyond the cross - & often came at the hands of those He knew best, those closest to Him - His family & the people in His hometown.

    It gives me great courage & encouragement, peace & faith, to know that Christ endured this type of rejection as well, being hated, & reviled, abandoned, & denied... & He endured to the end, through it all, & gives us an example to follow - one filled with grace, healing, restoration, & life.

    Rejection hurts -& we're promised suffering if/since we follow Christ... yet in the middle of all of it, God gives us grace to endure; to persevere. To bring glory to Him.

    Denial, & other words that mean things...

    I wanted to post a "demotivator" for DENIAL here, but went to the site & found that there isn't one there. I don't believe it.

    I've got a mental replay going - but it's not one of those ones that you wish would just go away... it's Isaiah 50:7. Like flint. Like flint. Determination. Perseverance. Faith-filled. Faithful.

    First day of school for Pasty & Joey - Weez is on year round, so she'll be out on break as of next week. The tide rises. The tide falls.

    Preschool rocks. I wish I could go.

    Went to Earl's for smokin' poker... Texas Hold'em. I don't play (actually have only played once,) so I was an observer - an interested one, one who wants to learn how to play, without having to learn stuff the hard way, (aka 1 $5 buy-in at a time.) Me & theBean both went, along with Joey... turns out she was the only girl - fine with me (& with her... though we thought other chicas would be there too.) Joey played a bit, & learned the hard way about the flop & the river. Good times. Thanks, experience.

    spring break musings: swimming & sunning...

    Spring Break for Washoe County is officially "on" this week - in retrospect, it's kinda nice that it falls right at the same time that we Spring Forward, so that somehow, the blow of losing an hour of sleep & having the schedule torqued has a week to be processed before the childrens have to return to the daily grind.

    I also think on the subtle shift that has occurred, with Spring Break moving away from being tied to Easter (& it's former name, Easter Break.) Not ready to comment on that, but I'm just sayin...

    In former times, a week off from school was a joyous occasion, a time for swimming. And sunning. Even if (when) it was cold, we'd find a pool to spend our days in. And if we were lucky, we wouldn't even need towels, because we could just dry off outside using solar power.

    I miss the simplicity of the swimming & sunning days. And I wonder how that kid that I was is doing with the life I live now...

    GONE. Or, Dan Patrick is no longer En Fuego...



    After 18 years, Dan Patrick is leaving ESPN. My heart is downcast.

    Read more about Dan Patrick Leaving ESPN

    Sigh.

    Roller coaster...

    I'm riding a roller coaster of emotions. Feels like I have a sunburn on my feelings - I don't know if its because they're regenerating after being buried for eons, or if they've been injured in an accident & need to call a personal injury attorney to take the 1st step.

    I've read CS Lewis & intellectually, believe that I have a grasp of what I'm facing. And feeling. And the beauty of it is, it doesn't help to know that.

    Here's to Jesus.

    Dead link & other musings...

    No sooner do I get an AWESOME Star Wars poster/pic, a virtual ode to Brint, than it disappears. I was indignant. Couldn't believe it. I was legitimately borrowing this link, & the owner of the link killed it.

    So, I found it again. And reposted it. Who's your daddy?
    Other thoughts on an early Tuesday...

  • The Bean & the Daro (12 year old son) are on an extended, 3 day field trip to SF. Bummer. And, they're freezing. I miss them. I really miss the Bean.
  • The NBA playoffs are almost interesting watching the Suns/Spurs go at it. Go Suns.
  • The Master Cleanse is coming... Anyone done this before?
  • I found out that there is a musical instrument called a Euphonium - how cool.
  • I will be sitting in meetings all day tomorrow. Ugh.
  • Brother's dog (Carter) is in heat, meaning Brother's other dog (Higgins) is chasing it around, 24/7. Higgins is tired.
  • Found a book on my desk after Sunday's speech called, The World is Flat by Thomas Friedman. Anyone know anything about this book? Anyone give it to me?
  • It is too hot to wear shoes, & my flip flops are uselessly thin. How does one go about purchasing new ones?
  • I'm off to Wild Oats to buy organic lemons, Grade B Maple Syrup, Cayenne Pepper, & Sea Salt. I think I'm going to make a smoothie.

    TTFN.
  • Ready for too much information?


    At the encouragement of Brintus Maximus... here's a little pic from the downstairs TPLF WC... & a little story to go with it. I was takin' care of business after a hard days meetings - the cardboard roll at left in the pic tells the story of the drama I faced. No mas.

    No worries. There was a handy little package of baby-wipes for just such an occasion - as you can see, the package is wholly in German, but the package resembles the one we use, literally, at our house. It even had a cute little puppy dog on the package.

    My first swipe w/the mystery wipes was effective, yet accompanied by a vigorous tingling, & not the good kind, in just the wrong place. My second swipe did the job, yet the tingling grew more intense... into pain.

    Checked w/Johannes on the contents of the mystery package. Turns out they're BLEACH wipes.

    Duly noted.

    Saturday

    Made it to 5 today. Woohoo. More musings then. And, may I warn you now, it is deteriorating, though my mental acuity increasing with each passing moment.

    -Every long plane ride, I take my Tolkien - its like travelling with an old friend that you haven't seen for a while. Didn't finish Lord of the Rings (book) this time. I usually make it through on the plane trip home, but this time, Casino Royale was calling my name, thereby sabotaging my reading...

    -glad we missed the snow last week.

    -they're everywhere. On our flight home from SFO to RNO, 2 German ladies sat across from Joni, coming to visit a relative in the Reno area.

    -2 Daylight Savings Time jumps forward in one 3 week period is lame. 4 March in the US, 18 March in the EU. Progressive.

    -Pondering & repondering Luke 9:23-25... still. The whole "deny your selfish ambition" makes me have to introspect - What are my selfish ambitions? If I'm going to deny them, I better know what they are or least what they look like... How deep does this rabbit hole go?

    On that note, 1John 2:15-17 comes to mind...
    "Do not love the world, or the things in the world. The love of the Father is not in those who love the world; for all that is in the world- the desire of the flesh, the desire of the eyes, the pride in riches - comes not from the Father but from the world. And the world & its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God live forever."

    Identifying selfish ambition: the 3 things mentioned in these verses are about me & fulfilling me. Like Indulgence. Accumulation. Self-exaltation. Gaining the whole world, while losing the soul. --> Denying selfish ambition. Its got to be more than mere asceticism, which can be done in the name of God, albeit with a selfish motivation.

    Maybe the "denying of selfish ambitions" can't be separated from the "taking up the cross daily" - simple obedience. Makes me ponder some more -

    Has God really called me to do "great things" for Him? The divinely-ordered task of doing "great things" seems to hide in it lots of room for selfish ambition. I can see a trap here. My introspection continues... I can't recall a time in my life that I have ever had God call me to do something "great". Usually, for me, God's call is a point of obedience that no one else finds out about. And it often seems to involve pain. And being misunderstood. And suffering. Standing firm somewhere.

    Something that comes to mind is God's call to the Apostle Paul on the Damascus Road HERE- esp. verse 16 - where God says, "I myself will show him (Paul) how much he must suffer for the sake of my name." Interesting.

    Selfish ambition points to me, ultimately, no matter what flowery language or high purpose I declare that I am really pursuing - the taking up of the cross, daily, is a call to obey, but also a call to die. Jesus must have chosen the words carefully, loaded with imagery as they are, esp. in the context of the 1st Century Roman Empire. Lay aside selfishness & obey. It will hurt. We will suffer for obeying. But, we'll be following in His footsteps.

    -time for another cup of joe.

    Cheers.

    Imaginations...

    The Bean & I had some interesting interactions last week, & through some time intentionally carved out for communication have ID'd a monster - the imagination. I'm not talking about creative thinking imagination that Mr. Rogers told us was good to use; its the one-sided conversations that happen in our heads where we 'imaginarily" interact with another person & come to a conclusion, albeit a faulty or lie-based one, from the imagined interaction.

    Taking the time to articulate the imagination & to check in "for realsies" with the other person completely deflated the faulty conclusion.

    Somebody's downstream...

    My behavior, thoughts, actions, choices have consequences: not just for me, but downstream - the people who's lives I directly impact & influence, as well as those that I may not know, but may be equally affected.

    My old district Supe, Robby told me a story before I came to Reno to pastor:

    The "Keeper of the Spring," was a quiet forest dweller who lived high above an Austrian village along the eastern slope of the Alps.The old gentleman had been hired many years earlier by a young town councilman to clear away the debris from the pools of water up in the mountain crevices that fed the lovely spring flowing through their town. With faithful, silent regularity, he patrolled the hills, removed the leaves and branches, and wiped away the silt that would otherwise have choked and contaminated the fresh flow of water. The village soon became a popular attraction for vacationers. Graceful swans floated along the crystal clear spring, the mill wheels of various businesses located near the water turned day and night, farmlands were naturally irrigated, and the view from restaurants was picturesque beyond description.

    Years passed. One evening the town council met for its semi-annual meeting. As they reviewed the budget, one man's eye caught the salary figure being paid to the obscure keeper of the spring. Said the keeper of the purse, "Who is the old man? Why do we keep him on year after year? No one ever sees him. For all we know, the strange ranger of the hills is doing us no good. He isn't necessary any longer." By an unanimous vote, they dispensed with the old man's services.

    For several weeks, nothing changed. By early autumn, the trees began to shed their leaves. Small branches snapped of and fell into the pools, hindering the rushing flow of sparkling water. One afternoon someone noticed a slight yellowish-brown tint in the spring. A few days later, the water was much darker. Within another week, a slimy film covered sections of the water along the banks, and a foul odor was soon detected. The mill wheels moved more slowly, some finally ground to a halt. Swans left, as did the tourists. Clammy fingers of disease and sickness reached deeply into the village. Quickly, the embarrassed council called a special meeting. Realizing their gross error in judgment, they rehired the old keeper of the spring, and within a few weeks, the veritable river of life began to clear up. The wheels started to turn, and new life returned to the hamlet in the Alps.


    Last November, the news of Pastor Ted Haggard's immorality & drug use became public - it was devastating to him, his wife, his family, & to the church he led. This artcle about LAYOFFS details more of the long term consequences that are happening as a result of his choices.

    No finger pointing. No accusations. My heart breaks.

    Star Wars - ode to Brint...

    I've done this song in this manner. And now, I want to do it again. Thanks CG!

    Reunions...


    I chose the picture of Adam Sandler from The Wedding Singer because I believe that it epitomizes the decade of the 80s, stereotypically, better than any one image i could post. Perhaps you could find another one to rival it? If so, post the URL in a comment & we'll break-dance fight to see whose picture wins.

    A few weeks ago, I received a notice that the 20th High School Reunion for the McQueen High School class of 1987 was officially on... for the weekend of August 10-12. Which just happened to fall on the weekend after when the Bean & I are flying to Frankfurt with a team to visit our sister church there. Bummer.

    Some may wonder, "Why would you want to go to a reunion?" My oldest son is in that boat, esp. because 20 years is SUCH A LONG TIME.

    Part of the reason I really didn't want to miss this one is that I was in Romania 10 years ago for the 1st reunion - I missed an opportunity to reconnect with some people that I wish I hadn't lost contact with. The 20 year provides just such an opportunity...

    (Disclaimer: I have no Bryan Adams, "Summer of '69" "those were the best days of my life" delusions. High School was painful in some ways, but good in other ways - people ways. Friend ways. And I believe that God had me in that spot for a purpose & that 20 years later, part of the purpose may be discovered. Or, I may just get a chance to hang out with some old friends, & bring my wife into a part of my life that she has so far never been a part of. Moving to Carson City in 1987/88 meant losing touch with anyone who was still around in Reno - so by the time I was dating Joni, the people that had been in my life as friends were no longer there... remember, this was before wide-spread email, Al Gore's inventing the internet, & 'everybodies got cell-phones', which made it easy or easier to keep in touch & have a plethora of means to do so.

    I have literally attempted to find, just short of stalking, friends by calling their old home phone #, the only # that I had for them, but to no avail... Bean never got to meet any of my friends or the people I hung out with - maybe 2 of them, but not to actually see & talk to them. But I digress...)

    So, I wasn't going to be able to go to the reunion, though the Bean & I considered taking a later flight to Frankfurt so that I could go to the reunion. I prayed that God would work it out - believing that the desire in my heart to go to this reunion, for some reason, was a big one, & may have come from Him. If so, God, would you please make a way for it to happen?

    Today, I got a note from the reunion coordinator - due to HAN (Hot August Nights!) the reunion had to be moved to the weekend of 8/3-5... dates that work just fine for me, thank you very much.

    Thank you.

    God's Gonna Cut You Down...

    Feeling a bit introspective - saw this & it got me thinking... what's it mean "God's gonna cut you down?" This thought was magnified as I watched the video (embedded, courtesy of YouTube) & saw many, many famous (& famously irreverent &/or non-religious) types mouthing the lyrics...


    You can run on for a long time
    Run on for a long time, run on for a long time
    Sooner or later God'll cut you down
    Sooner or later God'll cut you down

    Go tell that long tongue liar
    Go and tell that midnight rider
    Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
    Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
    Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

    Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
    My head's been wet with the midnight dew
    I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
    He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
    I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
    He called my name and my heart stood still
    When he said, "John go do My will!"

    Go tell that long tongue liar
    Go and tell that midnight rider
    Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
    Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
    Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

    You can run on for a long time
    Run on for a long time, run on for a long time
    Sooner or later God'll cut you down
    Sooner or later God'll cut you down

    Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
    Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
    But as sure as God made black and white
    What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

    You can run on for a long time
    Run on for a long time, run on for a long time
    Sooner or later God'll cut you down
    Sooner or later God'll cut you down

    Go tell that long tongue liar
    Go and tell that midnight rider
    Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
    Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
    Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
    Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down


    Putting it into practice personally...


    Today, it hit me. I normally take Fridays off - it hit me that for the next couple of weeks, my Fridays (& all/most of Saturdays) will be occupied with work...

    The processing begins... what about my rest day? what about the Sabbath? What do I do now that I have realized that I've scheduled away my day off? I have a problem taking a mulligan on this one - part of it is because I believe that the Sabbath is not just a good idea or a suggestion, but an obedience to a way of life that God has laid out for us. Not just going back to the September-December series on a Revolution of the Soul but because there is a deeper issue here: how will I put into practice this principle of obedience? It's not negotiable, & yet I find myself struggling internally to find a justification for "just this once." (Though it's twice actually.) Don't know that there is a simple, easy, quick answer to this one.

    Just when you thought you'd seen it all..


    The Brick Testament - Joshua 5

    More good news...


    Repent...Jesus Christ will judge you?

    What the heck?! I'm on the list.

    NOTE: Mr H wanted to know if the picture above was taken of the guys who yell the "good news" at UNR. Answer is no, but this picture is of the UNR campus visitors, though while they were blessing UC Davis with their presence & their message.

    Friday musings...

    You may have noticed the football news of the last week – Dallas Cowboy’s football coach, Bill Parcells, announced his retirement after 19 years as a head coach in the NFL (Google: Parcell's Retirement for more on this...) Chief among reasons for the retirement was that he was tired – not so much physically, but mentally. Too tired mentally to be able to make it through the grind that is a 12 month, 365 day, 20 hour/day job.

    Some had speculated that having to deal with Terrell Owens had played a role in Parcell’s retirement, believing that T.O.’s on-the-field inconsistency (15 dropped passes, most in the NFL this year,) coupled with his griping about how he was not being thrown to enough (though he had over 150 passes thrown his way,) on top of his much chronicled off-the-field issues, had driven Parcells from the game. He denied it. Bob Knight’s Take

    Today, I was watching the NFL Network, as I am want to do occasionally, esp. on my day off. One of the regular segments is hosted in a barbershop by Deion Sanders. Reference: Barbershop: the Movie The premise of the segment is that the gentlemen (the barbers & their clients) debate current events happening in the sporting world, mostly about the NFL. Today, Bill Parcell’s retirement was discussed by the guys in the shop - & Parcell’s retirement was seen as a positive for T.O.’s football career; it was stated that Parcell’s had been overtly working to keep T.O. from achieving to his potential. Really? Some other gems:

    “Now that Parcell’s is gone, T.O. gets to be himself.”
    “hopefully the next coach will make sure that T.O. gets utilized like the player he is” instead of “being neglected and stigmatized.”
    “I’m not saying it’s a racism thing, but you know…”

    Racism? When is refusing to give special treatment to a jerk, racism? Is it when the people having the discussion are of the same color as the misunderstood athlete? Under what circumstances, if any, would T.O.’s behavior be considered inappropriate? Are we really believing that the Man is still keeping T.O. down & is responsible for the kind of year that T.O. had? It seems way too easy to play the proverbial race card anytime someone of color does something dumb & their coach (or someone else who is of another color) calls them on it. It is merely a way to avoid personal responsibility, & ends up distracting us from situations where real racism is happening. Please.

    The highlight of the segment for me was when Deion Sanders referred to the upcoming Super Bowl, where both of the teams have “African-American” head coaches. This means that the winning team of Super Bowl XLI will have an “African-American” head coach. One of the barbers snorted & replied: “African? Don’t give me African. They BROTHERS. They BLACK!”

    Nicely stated.

    Talking with an old friend...

    I was talking to an old friend today about the building of/development of character. We weren't speaking hypothetically or theoretically, but were addressing issues that I'm wrestling with in my life. Building character is usually used as a euphemism for going through hellishly challenging circumstances & keeping a good (meaning godly) attitude about the whole thing. Sounds like not so much fun.

    It got me to thinking... It can mean going through difficult, undesirable, even adversarial situations & simply not reponding according to my natural inclinations. It can mean being faithful & consistent through a boring assignment; following through, even if no one would know that you didn't. Not responding in anger or frustration (or raised voice) to the slight of a petty individual. Turning the other cheek when you're maligned & your name is drug through the mud. Exercising humility & owning the wrongs you've done/things left undone even if others don't follow suit & do the same. It's not dependent on anyone else's behavior so much as it is dependent on my submission to Christ, & following in His ways. Character is the result of a life relentlessly, faithfully, intentionally committed to Christ.