Thanks(Waste)giving

November 4th, 2010

As most of us prepare our lessons for the upcoming holidays, there is no doubt most of us will plan to talk about Thanksgiving in one way or another. As I started that process this year I was swept back into memories and thoughts from previous mission trips. So, this is my argument that Thanksgiving is the perfect time to talk about missions.

I’ll never forget the day that changed my whole way of thinking. We were selling stuff at our annual community garage sale when my five year old daughter at the time asked if she could sell lemonade and then donate her money to charity. I went online to research charities and I discovered Bloodwater Mission, they say that $1 can help 1 African have clean water for 1 year…wow.

What I realized that day was that many people have gone to great lengths to make it easy for us to help people responsibly and easily. Well, long story short, that set off a series of events that changed my life. I decided I could no longer ignore these global issues. I realized that simply by changing the way I bought things could make an impact in other people’s lives. So I made the leap to fair trade coffee, and explored the idea of “Social Justice.”

A funny thing happened after that. I could not look at the scriptures the same way… Micah 6:8, The Gospels, the book of James, Proverbs, Psalms, and even part of the Epistles. All of these books talked about taking care of orphans, widows, and bringing fairness and justice to everyone we can.

Now, this is a controversial idea today in many churches, and I am not saying I am right or wrong, but Thanksgiving is a time when we should think about these things. We live in a country of waste and excess, and as we gather together with family to celebrate over piles of food, I simply ask that we think about others.

On Thanksgiving Day as we over indulge, there will be children going to bed hungry, there will be a farmer who receives pennies for the coffee he grows, there will be children in Africa who don’t have shoes and have to have their feet amputated. Most of us may have seen this first hand while leading mission’s trips and I say we tell our teens about this NOW instead of this summer.

I was ashamed that my five year old was more aware of these horrible situations than I was, after all I am a preacher. Let’s not waste this special time of year, and this Thanksgiving lets think about those who are less fortunate. I’m not saying we shouldn’t feast this holiday feasting is in the Bible as well and is actually one of my favorite ideals. I am simply saying lets not be wasteful with our resources without helping others with them first.

Youth Minstry Restart.

October 25th, 2010

youthcenterI have been in youth ministry probably for about 10 years now, and never have I been more unconfident. Our chuch was able to aquire a storefront that is about 100 yards away from our towns Jr. High School.  It is located in an area where teens walk to and from school, so basically I hit the youth ministry grand prize. I run an after school program and I am working on adding tutoring.

If you’ve been in youth ministry very long, you would know that this is the ideal situation for many of our ministries.  Here is the problem.  I spent many years building my core group of teens, and let me tell you they are awesome teens, and  I guess somewhere along the way I forgot what youth ministry really is and what it is really like.

I let kids come for 2 1/2 hours after school twice a week, and heres what I found was happening.  I had to hide our bean bag chairs, I had to remind them basketballs are not dodgeballs, and I had to remind them where the trash can sets.  Then at the end of the day I was still picking up their trash.  Walls were being scuffed, stuff was getting broke, and I was geting frustrated and tired.  I mean I am hosting 30-35 fourteen year olds, most of which are boys so I guess I should kind of expect that stuff to happen.

The point is that I had to re-learn how to be a pastor.  I had to love THESE kids and learn how to have patience, compassion, and mercy with them.  My world was opened up to include teens whos parents may or may not really care about what they are doing, and may not even care much for them.  I found myself taking 3 or 4 kids home every week, and I found them calling me during the week for rides and silly things. You know all those things we tell our core kids to do, because we know they wont take us up on it?

I mean I am doing normal youth pastor stuff, helping with “Big Church”, and now I am driving kids everywhere and being a maid?

Yet isnt this what youth ministry really is about?  YES, but I was comfortable and forgot the point.  God has blessed me and given me a unique opportunity and my job is to hang with teens, teach teens, and love teens.  I guess sometimes it takes messy uncomfortable situations to help us remember what youth ministry is all about.

God has called me to love my whole town, not just my youth group.  I thought I cared about the teens in town,  but I didnt know what that meant until I took my youth group to them.  My ministry is currently messy, weird, uncomfortable, hard, fast, and a lot of it is new. Believe it or not, I am excited and rejuvinated in my call to ministry.  As long as I take this journey with God then I am not alone, and He will be responsible for what happens along the way.  My job?  Patch the holes, fix the broken things, and cover up Fight Club before the senior pastor finds out.  Just kidding!  My job is simply to love teens and try to point them to God, nothing more nothing less.

Stop Bullying Day

October 20th, 2010

Well today is Stop Bullying Day, I got an event invite on Facebook.  If you’ve talked to me recently you would know I am on a personal quest to put an end to suicide.  Just recently we had some news stories about young adults who killed themselves due to bullying.  Now, this whole event thing from Facebook really made me think and I have come up with a few observations.

1.  In my invite I was told to wear pink or purple to show my support for not bullying.  The problem was that they manner in which it was presented made me feel bullied.

2.  Do I as a human being really need something to remind me that I shouldn’t bully people, or even watch others be bullied?

3.  As a crusader against suicide is an acceptance of a Facebook group really going to make a difference in a persons life?

As I pondered these questions I went ahead and accepted the invite, however I wore a black shirt with jeans all day today.  I didnt want a shirt color to be my moral compass.  I feel bullying is wrong, but there needs to be more of a drastic provision made to stop this epidemic.

A few weeks ago when the news story broke about the college kid who killed himself because he was bullied for being gay, my facebook status said this, “The whole epidemic of bullying and suicide needs to end NOW!  People aren’t defined by race or even sexual orientation, but be their heart.”  My status update didnt bring about change, or even much conversation for that matter.  The point I am trying to make is that we must do a lot more if we expect to change this problem.

I think a good place to start would be the Bible.  We are told countless times that ALL men have fallen short of Gods standard, and that Christ died for ALL people past, present, and future.  So the way I see it is that if I fall short and have issues, and you fall short and have issues then maybe…just maybe…we might be able to help each other along the way.

Our time hear on earth boils down to a measely 80 years or so, which is microscopic on the scale of eternity.  We need to make the most of this short time, help each other out, and quit acting like jerks to everyone else.  Remember that we can change the world with one small kind act at a time.  If you want to stop and epidemic and start a revolution then do it.  The solution comes down to all of us being responsible enough to be decent to each other.

William… a parable

June 10th, 2009

PART 1:

There once was a man named William, and he made the decision for several reasons to walk to work.  William was a poor man with many troubles, so he decided his walk could be a good time to talk with God.  Everyday he was saving gas money, not putting miles on his car, and praying…what could be better?

On the first week excited he turned left out of his housing development and started praying.  He complained to God about his money problems, about work, about his worry for providing for his family, and about how for once in his life he wanted to catch a break. 

After about five minutes he took a sharp turn to the right and there directly in front of the apartments ten geese blocked the road, walking and squawking.  Now this derailed his prayer and he was afraid to get too close, (you know, birds are scary) so he simply waited for them to pass.  The geese episode annoyed him because here he was trying to make an effort to talk with God, and God couldn’t even help him with the geese.

It must have been about an hour later and the geese finally moved far enough away for William to feel safe.  He was already tired, and too distracted to pray so he just walked.  After a near death intersection situation he noticed a pretty park on his right.  This was a very nice park it looked like a giant castle and had nice picnic tables.  He thought maybe one day it would be nice to frequent the park… but as he was thinking a screaming kid interrupted his thoughts.  Come to think of it he saw all kinds of little brats running and screaming and making a lot of noise.  He didn’t know why their mothers didn’t do something, then he wondered why they didn’t have to go to work like him. 

Frustrated from the park he decided it wasn’t a nice park after all, and went upon his way.  Finally on his left he saw the bridge, it was a special bridge in his neighborhood, in fact it had a nickname… then Lions Bridge.  At the end of the bridge he saw two beautifully sculpted lions sitting starring at him.  That’s it?  Those are the famous lions?  He saw a plaque explaining the significance of the lions but noticed it was too long so he kept walking.

Once on the bridge he paused to look at the great river…it was kind of high and was almost up over the sides.  Again he complained to God about why this was, and how God couldn’t even give him an enjoyable walk to work.

 

PART 2:

                William experienced the same sights everyday the geese, kids, bridge, and after a few weeks of praying, and frustrated walking he decided it was no use and he should drive.  He really came unglued in the car and decided to have it out with God.  He let out his frustration and then asked God why he didn’t take care of him, and why he must always worry about his family, and why everything he tried to do never seemed to work out.

                Matthew 6:25-27 flashed through his mind…you know, the verse about how people shouldn’t worry because God feeds the birds or something like that?  William stopped and asked God what that meant.  Then finally, God opened Williams eyes.

                You see, God was with William everyday.  All of the things William experienced on his walk was a demonstration of God and his love for William. 

 

-The geese although scary were happy being geese.  They strolled along without a care enjoying their surroundings, and enjoying each other. 

 

-The kids at the park are an awesome display of security, and hope.  They play without prejudice, and simply enjoyed being able to run, relax, and have fun.

 

-The non working mothers spent more time talking than watching their children.  The park felt safe and they knew they could unwind and share each others hardships, and enjoy each others victories.

 

-The bridge and the river were examples of Gods power.  Although the river would raise it never seemed to flood and was very controlled.  The bridge made people feel noble and proud and together they guard the entry and exit of the city.

 

                William finally understood that if he opened his eyes he could see God in the everyday, in geese, kids, mothers, a bridge, and a river.  More than that, he realized they were their for him to enjoy and if he tried he could forget about his worry and his trouble.

 

PART 3:

                God is in the everyday, in the ordinary, and in the things we pass everyday.  Being a man of girth I have never walked to work, but this story explains my route to work.  I see these things, and sometimes I experience the same worry and hurt that William did.  I have to stop for like an hour everyday and wait for the scary geese to pass, yet most days I forget.  I talk to God in the car, I complain, sometimes I enjoy, and sometimes I yell. 

One thing always remains however.  God is always with me in my car.  He always listens, and even if I don’t see it He always has a way of showing me He cares.  God is in the everyday, God cares, but its up to us too see and understand that.  If God decorates the fields with flowers, and cares enough to feed scary geese for really no reason, then how much more do you think He cares about you?

 

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

-Matthew 6:25-27

 

Slow down, listen, watch and stop worrying.  God is the great provider get out of the way enjoy life and let Him do his job.

 

PART END:

Needless to say William went back to walking to work, but these days he leaves a little early to take time and enjoy his trip.  He enjoys God, the park, the mothers, the bridge, the river, and yes…even those scary geese.

 

Skyline Chili

February 1st, 2009

Awesome Place to Eat.

Awesome Place to Eat.

Child Labor

January 31st, 2009

I had always imagined that one day I would have 2-3 boys running around my house, but in reality I had 3 girls.  Don’t get me wrong girls are alright but at first I didn’t know how to raise girls.  Being raised a boy I knew how to be a boy, but raising girls…wow.  I made a choice early on in my first child’s life that I would just do stuff with them and hope they turned out alright.

Now, one of the things I do with them is let them fix sutff with me.  I always let them play with a screwdriver, bring me pliars, and even hold the flashlight.  Lately I have let them do bigger and better things.   I just put in a new dishwasher so instead of crawling behind it to feed a water house, I had my three year old get it for me.  She thought she was on a special mission.

I said to plunge that drain!

I said to plunge that drain!

Our house was built as a summer house and because of this reason we struggle to stay afloat all winter.  Now we have a tricky drain problem with our bathtub.  At night if it gets really cold the drain for the bathtub will freeze and therefore wont drain the next morning.  If it gets above 20 I can usually take extremely hot water from the sink and pour it in the tub.  This will warm the water in the drain and then I plunge to move it around.  Eventually the water drains and I repeat the process.

Today I was doing this and my youngest asked if she could help.  I showed her how to plunge, told her to cover up the whole with the plunger, and let her help me.  Well she got excited and asked if she could do it herself, and I let her.  Then my oldest came in and wanted to help, so I let her dump the water in the tub which left me to “supervise.”  I almost felt bad, but instead I took this picture.

The lesson to be learned is that we should always be teaching our kids.  Then when they slack off make them work harder.  Anyway the kids cleared the drain, had lunch, and then took a nap.  As for Dad…I took a shower.

Movie Night

January 30th, 2009

Camping in the living room

Camping in the living room

The kids like to do something we call movie night.  Sometimes we have a deluxe movie night where we break out the tent and let them sleep and watch movies in the tent.  Being that it is snowy and like 10 degrees we have to camp inside.  Sometimes we cook smores in the fireplace and sometimes we have pizza, most importantly it is quality time with the kids.

The Waffle House

January 29th, 2009

   Eight years ago on the day (Jan 29th)  I got engaged at the Waffle House in Franklin, Ohio.  We sat in the back booth, I got on one knee, truckers clapped, servers cried, and Abby said yes.  I think I wasted $1 on the Jukebox playing Waffle House songs because I think its funny.  Tonight we went back and sat in the same booth this time with 3 kids, ate the same thing, and wasted $1 on Jukebox.  The Waffle House has been a favorite at my house for many years, and here’s why.

   A typical Waffle House experience consists of Texas Cheese steak, Hash-Trash, and good company.  I mean you are sitting there drinking your sweet tea and look over and see the “Scary Trucker Guy,”  and every time without fail he will look back and start a conversation.  Now you can keep dialogue going for quite some time by asking where they are from and where they are going.

   Typically now a days we have our kids with us and the scary guys always comment on the pretty girls.  Tonight we met two different guys, one had 5 granddaughters, and the other was a good christian guy.  We talked trucker talk, kid talk, and then Cora tells the guy he needs to go home and get some sleep.  Everyone laughed and we had a nice dinner.

   Now, the reason I am writing this is to tell you that at the Waffle House everyone is family.  It is a very interesting place filled with smiling faces and warm hearts.  Every time I visit that fine establishment I feel like part of the family, and not a stranger.  I think the Waffle House should be a model for not just the world but for churches as well.

   Murderers, adulterers, liars, thieves, Christians, sinners, and saints can sit down throw 2 bucks in the plate for coffee and sit and talk about there problems for as long as they like.  Not only do they tell their problems but they share advice, and try to help each other.  No one is looked down on, no one is an outcast, and everyone feels accepted.  This is something that the modern day church really needs.

   I can think of no other place on earth where I can go and listen to “Last Night I saw Elvis at the Waffle House,”  eat great food, drink bottomless sweet tea, hang out with strangers who feel like family, and deal with and share life.  Life is simpler at the Waffle House, just Bert’s chili, family, and you.

   Now, eight years later I watched my kids talk to strangers, (I know awesome parenting skills, “Always talk to strangers kids.”) enjoy some food, sing along to Rocky Top, and talk about semi’s and how they actually have a bed and a TV in them.  I really enjoy passing this tradition on to my kids, but most importantly I am thankful that Abby said Yes.  I think I still have a grease mark on the knee of my jeans, but every time I see that I am thankful for truckers, scary guys, hash browns, and my wonderful family.  Most importantly I like teaching my kids about life, and showing them how church and life should be, and showing them a model of family.  I enjoyed the food, but I enjoyed my family most of all…especially my lovely wife, Abby.

Kind of Wierd

January 24th, 2009

Why is it that I can be perfectly warm but yet my feet are ice cold?  Does anyone really know, I mean do they understand how it works or are they guessing?  I understand blood flow and stuff, but this is drastically different and frankly kind of ridiculous.  I really wish I knew how this worked.  Maybe one day they will put it on that show “How its made.”

Why I suck at life.

January 23rd, 2009

Luke 10:25-37 says…

“On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

“What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”

He answered: ” ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.”

“You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him. The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

“Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”
      Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

  This was a story Jesus used  to try and teach us about our neighbor and about how we need to help people and love them whenever possible.  Here is the thing, I got the privilege of seeing this verse happen today right before my eyes.  All the parties were there, the stranger in need the priest, the Levite, and the Samaritan.  Me being the good youth pastor that I am was the priest that passed by and didn’t help.

  Walking into Walmart I saw an old guy standing behind his car with a cart.  I see SUV lady backing out and I think, if that lady cuts the wheel she might hit pops over there.  SUV lady cuts the wheel and I think to myself I thi;nk she is going to hit that guy.  I look at the guy not paying attention and think again, really I think that lady is going to hit that guy.  Wouldn’t you know it that lady hit that guy.  The cart gets pushed into the man and he says,”AH!”

  Now, I realized a few things about five mintues after the incident.  One thing was that I could have said, “Hey guy watch out for that SUV lady.”  Second I could have tried to wave my hand at the SUV lady.  Third I could have went over to see if the old guy was alright especially since he said, “AH!”  Finally I could have at least prayed for the guy…you know being a pastor and all.

  Here is what I realized, my mind was so occupied that when I saw this happen I kind of froze up and just watched the accident.  In the story that Jesus tells in Luke 10 I always thought that the people who passed up the man in need must have been awful.  Today I think they were just being normal and not paying attention.  I mean it took me like 5 minutes to really realize I should have done something, and maybe that is what the people in this story were like.

  It is easy and normal to not do things, but I think it takes a special person to pay attention and look for what God is doing and seeing how God can use them.  I felt sad about missing my opportunity and pray the old guy is ok, but I need this to be a lesson to me to pay more attention.  Then maybe the next time I see something like this I could at least say…”Hey old guy watch out.”  Until that day I will simply try to see what God is doing around me and join in. 

  Finally, remember that the other guys in the Samaritan story werent bad guys the just werent paying attention just like you and I.  This is why I suck at life.