Thank God the election season is over. Why am I so negative about it? I don't think this election cycle was any more or less volatile than any other in recent memory. Here in Nevada there was a particularly nasty fight for senate which was very similar to the one in Minnesota between Norm Coleman and Al Franken four years ago. I can say that by the end of August and into September I was already tired of it, I just wanted all the TV ads and social media rhetoric to go away.
Don't get me wrong, I am not an anti-government hermit. I do have opinions and I do care about who our elected leaders will be. I also have thoughts and concerns around ballot initiatives, these are usually topics that stir up great passion and debate on both sides of the issue. I think the ability to openly express that passion and debate these issues are things that make this country great. So why am I so negative?
Social Media.... Facebook... Twitter... blogs (I know, the pot calling the kettle black). I don't think I even had a Facebook page four years ago. If I did it was brand new and I didn't have any idea what to do with it, what it was for, or why I needed it. Now I check it every day, comment on posts, update my status (I'm not sure why because my life is pretty boring), post pictures, keep up with my friends in Minnesota etc. Even my mom is on Facebook. It has also created an unending forum for people to express their opinions... ooooohhh there's the rub. Would I rather see their vacation pictures than read their opinion on a school board referendum? Would I rather see where they 'checked in' and who they're with rather than who they're going to vote for?
Yes I would, and that's the root of my problem.
Jesus dined with sinners and tax collectors. I'm beginning to really struggle with this. As a professed Christian and someone who wants to live my life like Christ I need to make some serious progress here. In Jesus' day sinners and tax collectors were the dregs of society, yet he openly embraced these people. I know there is a much deeper theological point, but I want to keep the comparison here; he willingly associated with people that did not hold his values and most likely disagreed with him and what he was doing.
If Christ can do that, why can't I put up with a some political commentary on Facebook? Shouldn't I be willing to embrace the idea that the conversation is good whether I agree with it or not? I should be ashamed that I thought about 'unfriending' some people because of this. Isn't that stupid? Thankfully I didn't. Maybe someday I should put my opinions out there so I can engage in the conversation too.
I'm not ready to do that yet, but I'm working on it.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Wondering What's Next
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Specifically about my music making. I firmly believe that God gives at least one special gift to every believer, I think mine is the ability to make music and help others draw nearer to Him through my gift. He has been working on me for quite some time now. I know in my heart that I need to be worshiping with my instrument. This quote from the movie Chariots of Fire character Eric Liddell speaks to how I feel "I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure." God gave me the gift of music and when I play I think He is pleased, and when I play in a worship setting I can feel God smile.
I realized a long time ago that I shouldn't be playing for my own benefit. The thrill was lost a long time ago. Don't get me wrong, I still get excited to play music and I love the feeling of making music with others. There is a special connection made between musicians as the music is being created that can't be explained in words. What I meant is the focus shifted from me to someone else. This is true whether I'm playing in secular setting with my cover band or in a worship setting. In my cover band it's all about the audience, did THEY like it? Were they entertained? It has nothing to do with whether I liked it or not. In praise and worship it's about God, were the people listening able to draw nearer to Him through my playing? I could be the greatest player in the world (which I'm not) but that's not part of the equation. However, being reasonably skilled makes the end results a little easier to achieve.
That being said, here is what I'm struggling with. As I said above I believe God is telling me to worship with my instrument. Over the last several years I have tried to get scheduled to participate more regularly in the worship service at my church to no avail. The question is do I go outside my home church to find places to play? I am cultivating some contacts around town and I could probably work them into playing almost every week somewhere. Is this what God wants me to do? Do I continue to try and work through my frustration at my home church? I don't feel I'm being called to be a leader, but certainly a willing participant.
I don't have any desire to leave my church. It has a ton to offer. My family and I are rooted there, we are plugged in and have awesome friends. What I really want is to be obedient to what God wants me to do and I'm having a hard time working through it right now.
Thanks for listening.
I realized a long time ago that I shouldn't be playing for my own benefit. The thrill was lost a long time ago. Don't get me wrong, I still get excited to play music and I love the feeling of making music with others. There is a special connection made between musicians as the music is being created that can't be explained in words. What I meant is the focus shifted from me to someone else. This is true whether I'm playing in secular setting with my cover band or in a worship setting. In my cover band it's all about the audience, did THEY like it? Were they entertained? It has nothing to do with whether I liked it or not. In praise and worship it's about God, were the people listening able to draw nearer to Him through my playing? I could be the greatest player in the world (which I'm not) but that's not part of the equation. However, being reasonably skilled makes the end results a little easier to achieve.
That being said, here is what I'm struggling with. As I said above I believe God is telling me to worship with my instrument. Over the last several years I have tried to get scheduled to participate more regularly in the worship service at my church to no avail. The question is do I go outside my home church to find places to play? I am cultivating some contacts around town and I could probably work them into playing almost every week somewhere. Is this what God wants me to do? Do I continue to try and work through my frustration at my home church? I don't feel I'm being called to be a leader, but certainly a willing participant.
I don't have any desire to leave my church. It has a ton to offer. My family and I are rooted there, we are plugged in and have awesome friends. What I really want is to be obedient to what God wants me to do and I'm having a hard time working through it right now.
Thanks for listening.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
A spiritual readjustment
Last Tuesday night was a very strange, frustrating, cool, amazing night. The only way I can describe it was I received a godly ass whuppin. I needed it and sooooo deserved it without even knowing it.
Funny how that works.
I can't describe the circumstances of where I was without giving a little back story. Several months ago I answered an ad on Craig's List looking for a Christian saxophone player. I ultimately hooked up with a man who is an amazing bass player who was trying to put a band together to play original jazz/funk/fusion music. He was able to get together a group of guys and we met a couple of times. These were all really good players and the potential of this group had my juices flowing. I was really excited about it. After a couple of weeks he just couldn't get any real commitments from the other players so he put the band on 'hiatus.' That's code for it wasn't going to work. I can't even say we broke up because it's like having one date, but not a second, with a pretty girl. You can't say you broke up, because there was never anything really there. Fast forward a couple of months to last week.
I received an e-mail from this guy and he's trying to put a band together again with different players (except me on saxophone) and we would have our first get together on Tuesday evening at 8:00. Well, that was a bit of a problem because I was scheduled to play for our Sunday service at my church this week and we rehearse on Tuesdays at 7:30. I told him I could be there but I would be late, probably about 9:00 or so. He said no problem come on out. Here's where it starts getting interesting.
It started with having a really exhausting day at work on Tuesday and I still had these two rehearsals yet to play. I was already tired when I got to the 7:30 rehearsal. Now I don't know about you, but when I'm tired I am not the most pleasant person to be around. I don't have any patience and worse, my mental filter which keeps me from saying things I shouldn't, gets frayed around the edges. Keep in mind we're rehearsing for a church service. The whole idea is to prepare music in a way that everyone that is in attendance on Sunday morning can draw nearer to God and worship Him. I've studied music my entire life and I have some pretty strong opinions about how to go about making good music, and if the music is not going well I can generally put my finger on what the problem is that would help make it better. In a lot of ways it's like a good mechanic. Now, the rehearsal is not going the way I think it should, I'm tired, cranky, my filter is not functioning at it's full capacity, and I'm not the leader of the group. You can probably guess what my demeanor was like. I'm not proud, I'm just telling it like it is. In addition to all this, I had another rehearsal to go play. Yea...
I got out of my first rehearsal with enough time to make it to the next one by about 9:00 like I had promised. However, this rehearsal was in a part of town I didn't know at all. I had printed out a MapQuest page of the address I was given but I still ended up doing multiple circles around the neighborhood. My mood was not improving at this point. After a couple of circuits around, I did find where I was supposed to be and went inside.
The building was an old warehouse that had been renovated into a church. As I entered and walked toward the sanctuary I heard a sermon being preached. Uh-oh, there was supposed to be a rehearsal going on, not a service. This wasn't in the plan. I was worried that I drove all the way out there for nothing. As I walked into the sanctuary there was about 50 people in the seats and 5 or 6 guys on stage holding instruments. As I moved in, the guitar player waved me up on stage to join them. Ok. It's 9:15 on a Tuesday night, what's going on?
What was going on was there was a week long revival event at this church during the evenings. I believe the individual who in the newly formed band (an attender at the church) thought the sanctuary would be available and we could meet there. He must not have checked. Anyway, here was a group of guys on the stage ready to play who had never played together before. We didn't even know each other's names. When the speaker was done with his fire and brimstone sermon he asked us to play something behind him as he prayed.
Oh my goodness. The keyboard player and the drummer broke out into a funky little groove and the rest of us just dove in. It was amazing. The pastor was praying and he had this ebb and flow to his rhythm. The band went right along rising and falling with the intensity of his voice. It just flowed. There was more to the service and we played a few other things and I was powerfully impacted by the experience.
I had expected this to be a first rehearsal where everything is a little timid, I'm a little nervous etc. Kind of like being at a party where you don't know anyone. What do you do? The musical equivalent of small talk until you find some common ground. Not this time, the Lord is at work, there are people watching, listening, and you have a microphone in front of you. I wasn't even the least bit nervous. I didn't know what was going to come out of my horn but I did now it wasn't for my benefit.
After this was over I was driving home in silence trying to emotionally digest the evening. I didn't have the radio on or anything, I was just thinking. I distincly remember this thought in my head 'you see, your music is for me.' This was delivered in a still small voice, but it hit me like a sledgehammer.
In one evening and 6 small words God had whupped my ass for my attitude and performance in my first rehearsal. Yet at the same time He turned around and gave me what I desired, more accurately what I craved, in the second.
I can't wait for Sunday morning.
Funny how that works.
I can't describe the circumstances of where I was without giving a little back story. Several months ago I answered an ad on Craig's List looking for a Christian saxophone player. I ultimately hooked up with a man who is an amazing bass player who was trying to put a band together to play original jazz/funk/fusion music. He was able to get together a group of guys and we met a couple of times. These were all really good players and the potential of this group had my juices flowing. I was really excited about it. After a couple of weeks he just couldn't get any real commitments from the other players so he put the band on 'hiatus.' That's code for it wasn't going to work. I can't even say we broke up because it's like having one date, but not a second, with a pretty girl. You can't say you broke up, because there was never anything really there. Fast forward a couple of months to last week.
I received an e-mail from this guy and he's trying to put a band together again with different players (except me on saxophone) and we would have our first get together on Tuesday evening at 8:00. Well, that was a bit of a problem because I was scheduled to play for our Sunday service at my church this week and we rehearse on Tuesdays at 7:30. I told him I could be there but I would be late, probably about 9:00 or so. He said no problem come on out. Here's where it starts getting interesting.
It started with having a really exhausting day at work on Tuesday and I still had these two rehearsals yet to play. I was already tired when I got to the 7:30 rehearsal. Now I don't know about you, but when I'm tired I am not the most pleasant person to be around. I don't have any patience and worse, my mental filter which keeps me from saying things I shouldn't, gets frayed around the edges. Keep in mind we're rehearsing for a church service. The whole idea is to prepare music in a way that everyone that is in attendance on Sunday morning can draw nearer to God and worship Him. I've studied music my entire life and I have some pretty strong opinions about how to go about making good music, and if the music is not going well I can generally put my finger on what the problem is that would help make it better. In a lot of ways it's like a good mechanic. Now, the rehearsal is not going the way I think it should, I'm tired, cranky, my filter is not functioning at it's full capacity, and I'm not the leader of the group. You can probably guess what my demeanor was like. I'm not proud, I'm just telling it like it is. In addition to all this, I had another rehearsal to go play. Yea...
I got out of my first rehearsal with enough time to make it to the next one by about 9:00 like I had promised. However, this rehearsal was in a part of town I didn't know at all. I had printed out a MapQuest page of the address I was given but I still ended up doing multiple circles around the neighborhood. My mood was not improving at this point. After a couple of circuits around, I did find where I was supposed to be and went inside.
The building was an old warehouse that had been renovated into a church. As I entered and walked toward the sanctuary I heard a sermon being preached. Uh-oh, there was supposed to be a rehearsal going on, not a service. This wasn't in the plan. I was worried that I drove all the way out there for nothing. As I walked into the sanctuary there was about 50 people in the seats and 5 or 6 guys on stage holding instruments. As I moved in, the guitar player waved me up on stage to join them. Ok. It's 9:15 on a Tuesday night, what's going on?
What was going on was there was a week long revival event at this church during the evenings. I believe the individual who in the newly formed band (an attender at the church) thought the sanctuary would be available and we could meet there. He must not have checked. Anyway, here was a group of guys on the stage ready to play who had never played together before. We didn't even know each other's names. When the speaker was done with his fire and brimstone sermon he asked us to play something behind him as he prayed.
Oh my goodness. The keyboard player and the drummer broke out into a funky little groove and the rest of us just dove in. It was amazing. The pastor was praying and he had this ebb and flow to his rhythm. The band went right along rising and falling with the intensity of his voice. It just flowed. There was more to the service and we played a few other things and I was powerfully impacted by the experience.
I had expected this to be a first rehearsal where everything is a little timid, I'm a little nervous etc. Kind of like being at a party where you don't know anyone. What do you do? The musical equivalent of small talk until you find some common ground. Not this time, the Lord is at work, there are people watching, listening, and you have a microphone in front of you. I wasn't even the least bit nervous. I didn't know what was going to come out of my horn but I did now it wasn't for my benefit.
After this was over I was driving home in silence trying to emotionally digest the evening. I didn't have the radio on or anything, I was just thinking. I distincly remember this thought in my head 'you see, your music is for me.' This was delivered in a still small voice, but it hit me like a sledgehammer.
In one evening and 6 small words God had whupped my ass for my attitude and performance in my first rehearsal. Yet at the same time He turned around and gave me what I desired, more accurately what I craved, in the second.
I can't wait for Sunday morning.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
A Long Time Coming
It's good to be back. I haven't written anything in a long time and for both of my loyal readers I apologize. My last post was back in January about the death of a co-workers spouse and I'm not sure I've felt as passionate about something since. Well, o.k. there have been a few things.
In May of 2009 I wrote a post titled 'Changed Forever' regarding my trip to the Dominican Republic. Last month I had the opportunity to go back for another week working with the Kids Alive ministry in Constanza, DR.
All of the details I wrote about in that post are certainly still true, but how it affected me was different. Since it was my second trip the shock value from the enormity of the need wasn't as strong and my reactions to what I was exposed were very different. I absolutely believe God is working on me through these experiences. I'm still sorting through some of it but here is what I've been thinking about.
Being surrounded by the severe poverty in Constanza makes me look inward, and this trip really has helped me sharpen the differentiation between true needs and wants. Real needs aren't dependent on geography, your stature in your community, your job, or your family. I'm talking about the stuff of basic survival. These needs might look a little different depending on where you are, but without them we are truly lost. In our society we have a whole bunch of wants masquerading around as needs and I believe God is telling me I need to improve my discernment between the two.
Secondly, I need to do a better job of helping my children to understand this as well. I must be more diligent in helping them create this discernment. This is REALLY hard, especially around Christmas time. We are constantly bombarded with false messages about what we really need, a certain brand of jeans, a certain type of computer, the latest makeup trend etc. etc.
Finally, I really feel there is a piece about relationships. I'm not sure where God is leading but I am still working on it and I'll leave that for another post. The next trip will be in July of 2011 and I hope to be able to go and possibly take my 17 year old son too.
In May of 2009 I wrote a post titled 'Changed Forever' regarding my trip to the Dominican Republic. Last month I had the opportunity to go back for another week working with the Kids Alive ministry in Constanza, DR.
All of the details I wrote about in that post are certainly still true, but how it affected me was different. Since it was my second trip the shock value from the enormity of the need wasn't as strong and my reactions to what I was exposed were very different. I absolutely believe God is working on me through these experiences. I'm still sorting through some of it but here is what I've been thinking about.
Being surrounded by the severe poverty in Constanza makes me look inward, and this trip really has helped me sharpen the differentiation between true needs and wants. Real needs aren't dependent on geography, your stature in your community, your job, or your family. I'm talking about the stuff of basic survival. These needs might look a little different depending on where you are, but without them we are truly lost. In our society we have a whole bunch of wants masquerading around as needs and I believe God is telling me I need to improve my discernment between the two.
Secondly, I need to do a better job of helping my children to understand this as well. I must be more diligent in helping them create this discernment. This is REALLY hard, especially around Christmas time. We are constantly bombarded with false messages about what we really need, a certain brand of jeans, a certain type of computer, the latest makeup trend etc. etc.
Finally, I really feel there is a piece about relationships. I'm not sure where God is leading but I am still working on it and I'll leave that for another post. The next trip will be in July of 2011 and I hope to be able to go and possibly take my 17 year old son too.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Fragility of Life
An absolute tragedy happened; the wife of a coworker passed away today. I don't even know where to begin with how I feel about this.
It's my blog, so I'm going to vent a little...
I have to admit, this has me completely out of whack. I wouldn't say my coworker and I are friends, friendly acquaintances for sure but not much beyond that. We do the same job but he works from home so our paths don't cross very often. I believe he is younger than me and I assume his wife was as well. I also know they had small children.
Tragedy.
She had been battling an illness for a long time and finally lost the fight. I don't know the details, but it really doesn't matter. When I heard the news from my boss I almost cried. I've had this consuming sadness all day long. I was at a rehearsal this evening and couldn't really concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing.
I never met her.
When an elderly person gets sick and dies it is very sad, but I don't think too many people would go so far as labeling it a tragedy or saying 'it's unfair.' This is completely different. In these situations my thoughts are mainly on those left behind.
An incomplete family.
I have no idea what I'll say to him the next time we meet. I want to be sympathetic, but I truly have no idea what he's been through or what he's dealing with now. I can't even imagine. Actually, over the last 13 hours or so that is what I've been doing, trying to imagine how I would handle the same situation.
Faith
I would like to think I would lean on my faith, and God would help me through it. Since I am a broken and sinful man I would more likely scream at God begging for an explanation and demand that He fix this problem so life can go on just as I expect it to. How stupid is that? I don't think I could be Job, but I might be able to find a mustard seed.
Yin and Yang
I have to admit, the thought of going through my life without my wife scares the hell out of me. She means the world to me, and if I can claim even a little bit that I am a good man, husband, and/or father it's because of her. There are WAAAYYYYY to many sappy movie lines that describe what she means to me such as "You complete me" etc., but the one that fits the best is an exchange between Rocky and Paulie in the original Rocky
It's my blog, so I'm going to vent a little...
I have to admit, this has me completely out of whack. I wouldn't say my coworker and I are friends, friendly acquaintances for sure but not much beyond that. We do the same job but he works from home so our paths don't cross very often. I believe he is younger than me and I assume his wife was as well. I also know they had small children.
Tragedy.
She had been battling an illness for a long time and finally lost the fight. I don't know the details, but it really doesn't matter. When I heard the news from my boss I almost cried. I've had this consuming sadness all day long. I was at a rehearsal this evening and couldn't really concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing.
I never met her.
When an elderly person gets sick and dies it is very sad, but I don't think too many people would go so far as labeling it a tragedy or saying 'it's unfair.' This is completely different. In these situations my thoughts are mainly on those left behind.
An incomplete family.
I have no idea what I'll say to him the next time we meet. I want to be sympathetic, but I truly have no idea what he's been through or what he's dealing with now. I can't even imagine. Actually, over the last 13 hours or so that is what I've been doing, trying to imagine how I would handle the same situation.
Faith
I would like to think I would lean on my faith, and God would help me through it. Since I am a broken and sinful man I would more likely scream at God begging for an explanation and demand that He fix this problem so life can go on just as I expect it to. How stupid is that? I don't think I could be Job, but I might be able to find a mustard seed.
Yin and Yang
I have to admit, the thought of going through my life without my wife scares the hell out of me. She means the world to me, and if I can claim even a little bit that I am a good man, husband, and/or father it's because of her. There are WAAAYYYYY to many sappy movie lines that describe what she means to me such as "You complete me" etc., but the one that fits the best is an exchange between Rocky and Paulie in the original Rocky
Paulie What's the story? What's happenin'? Ya really like her?
Rocky Balboa Sure, I like her.
Paulie I don't see it. What's the attraction?
Rocky Balboa I don't know. Fills gaps, I guess.
Paulie What's 'gaps'?
Rocky Balboa I dunno, gaps. She's got gaps, I got gaps. Together, we fill gaps. I dunno.
I fear that if something were to ever happen to my wife I would end up like some crazy guy stumbling around downtown mumbling to myself. I actually have a lot of faith that God has built a lot of strength into the human psyche and I pray my coworker will make it through this horrible time and end up stronger for the experience.
Thanks for listening.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Onset of Winter
One of the reasons to love living in Minnesota is the changing of seasons. Notice I didn't say I loved living in Minnesota. As I have gotten older I really have struggled to enjoy, or more precisely cope with the winters. Maybe that's why my mother lives in Albuquerque and my father lives near Phoenix.
When I was young I was constantly outside. It didn't matter how cold it was, I wanted to be playing hockey at the outdoor rink in the nearby park. If there was a fresh snowfall I wanted to be the first kid on the sledding hill. When I hit my teen years I really got into skiing. I was a maniac on two long boards strapped to my feet. More often than not, they were aimed straight down the hill which more than irked the local ski patrol. Sometimes the only way to stop was to hit the ground. It's amazing I never broke anything.
I was watching the news this morning and found out today is the first day the sun officially sets before I get off work at 5:00 p.m.
Oh crap, winter is coming.
The sense of dread that comes with the onset of winter can sometimes be unbearable. Where is the joy from my youth? Why do I cringe when my kids ask me to take them sledding? There is a park less than a 5 iron away with a big skating rink. Why do I lace up the skates only once or twice a season?
I might be an average guy but I am blessed in many ways. I should not be dreading winter. I don't necessarily have to embrace it, but I certainly don't have reason to dread it. I drive a big 4 wheel drive SUV, I ain't gonna get stuck. My wife drives a smaller, sexier SUV and she ain't gonna get stuck either. I almost never get sick so I'm not overly concerned about the flu pandemic hitting me. I also have a conscientious neighbor who snow-blows most of the public walkways on the block, and another across the alley who occasionally blows out my driveway leaving me minimal shoveling. And finally, I have a warm home with a cozy fireplace.
What's my problem?
This winter I am going to intentionally attempt to be in better moods. It's hard to have a sunny disposition when it's dark most of the time up here in the frozen tundra, but I'm going to try.
When I was young I was constantly outside. It didn't matter how cold it was, I wanted to be playing hockey at the outdoor rink in the nearby park. If there was a fresh snowfall I wanted to be the first kid on the sledding hill. When I hit my teen years I really got into skiing. I was a maniac on two long boards strapped to my feet. More often than not, they were aimed straight down the hill which more than irked the local ski patrol. Sometimes the only way to stop was to hit the ground. It's amazing I never broke anything.
I was watching the news this morning and found out today is the first day the sun officially sets before I get off work at 5:00 p.m.
Oh crap, winter is coming.
The sense of dread that comes with the onset of winter can sometimes be unbearable. Where is the joy from my youth? Why do I cringe when my kids ask me to take them sledding? There is a park less than a 5 iron away with a big skating rink. Why do I lace up the skates only once or twice a season?
I might be an average guy but I am blessed in many ways. I should not be dreading winter. I don't necessarily have to embrace it, but I certainly don't have reason to dread it. I drive a big 4 wheel drive SUV, I ain't gonna get stuck. My wife drives a smaller, sexier SUV and she ain't gonna get stuck either. I almost never get sick so I'm not overly concerned about the flu pandemic hitting me. I also have a conscientious neighbor who snow-blows most of the public walkways on the block, and another across the alley who occasionally blows out my driveway leaving me minimal shoveling. And finally, I have a warm home with a cozy fireplace.
What's my problem?
This winter I am going to intentionally attempt to be in better moods. It's hard to have a sunny disposition when it's dark most of the time up here in the frozen tundra, but I'm going to try.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
God's Grand Design and Roughhousing With Teenagers
The human body is an amazing thing. Some might say 'Well Jerry, that's not particularly insightful...' and you would be correct. I really haven't given much thought to this until recently. I generally give God props for amazing things when I am looking at magnificence in nature. This past summer my daughter and I went to South Dakota and saw the Badlands. It was truly beautiful, amazing, and awe inspiring. A few years ago I was in Utah in the summer and took a tram to the top of the mountain at Snowbird. I had the same feeling there, being able to see for miles and viewing things that were magnificent beyond anything I could imagine. Anyone who doesn't believe in God needs to spend some time in places like these and try and explain away the grandeur as a cosmic accident.
One of my shortcomings is that I fail to see God's beauty in the small details of everyday events. Well, I just got a not so subtle reminder of these things. This is a warning for all you men who have teenage sons...resist the temptation to roughhouse with them. Here is the difficult truth (ignore it at your peril); when kids fall they bounce, when middle aged men fall they break. Needless to say I learned this lesson the hard way.
My soon to be 16 year old son gave me a body check from behind and I went down. It wasn't all that hard and the intent certainly wasn't to injure. But as the 'truth' was stated above something broke. I know am the proud owner of a fractured ulna. It's really not serious, in fact I'm not even in a cast, but the range of motion in my elbow and ability to rotate my wrist are severely restricted, and will be for several weeks.
What does this have to do with God's grand design?
The reason I don't see God in the everyday things of life is because I take so much for granted. Like I stated above it is one of my biggest shortcomings. The ability to grasp and pull, rotate our hand (like using a screwdriver), threading a belt through the loops in our pants, pulling socks on, etc. etc. Since I can't do these things very well right now I have spent a little time thinking about our (human beings) design.
Think about all the complex movements of our hand, wrist, and elbow. Simple activities we do over and over again without thinking...washing our hands, brushing our teeth, picking up a glass from the table, raising it to our lips and taking a drink. This one extremity does an infinite number of complex movements, both independently and in concert with each other. I'm beginning to see this with the same awe and wonder as the Badlands. Currently this awe and wonder is generously delivered with a shot of searing pain every time I try and do these activities with my left arm.
Thankfully I'm right handed.
One of my shortcomings is that I fail to see God's beauty in the small details of everyday events. Well, I just got a not so subtle reminder of these things. This is a warning for all you men who have teenage sons...resist the temptation to roughhouse with them. Here is the difficult truth (ignore it at your peril); when kids fall they bounce, when middle aged men fall they break. Needless to say I learned this lesson the hard way.
My soon to be 16 year old son gave me a body check from behind and I went down. It wasn't all that hard and the intent certainly wasn't to injure. But as the 'truth' was stated above something broke. I know am the proud owner of a fractured ulna. It's really not serious, in fact I'm not even in a cast, but the range of motion in my elbow and ability to rotate my wrist are severely restricted, and will be for several weeks.
What does this have to do with God's grand design?
The reason I don't see God in the everyday things of life is because I take so much for granted. Like I stated above it is one of my biggest shortcomings. The ability to grasp and pull, rotate our hand (like using a screwdriver), threading a belt through the loops in our pants, pulling socks on, etc. etc. Since I can't do these things very well right now I have spent a little time thinking about our (human beings) design.
Think about all the complex movements of our hand, wrist, and elbow. Simple activities we do over and over again without thinking...washing our hands, brushing our teeth, picking up a glass from the table, raising it to our lips and taking a drink. This one extremity does an infinite number of complex movements, both independently and in concert with each other. I'm beginning to see this with the same awe and wonder as the Badlands. Currently this awe and wonder is generously delivered with a shot of searing pain every time I try and do these activities with my left arm.
Thankfully I'm right handed.
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