Change a child’s LIFE forever!

You know all those ridiculous TV commercials that show children starving in the middle of Africa. And then they ask you for money? DON’T do it.

Do this instead – find out about Compassion. Because it’s not about throwing money at the poor – it’s about sharing hope. If we are truly about the ‘least of these’ let’s show them!

http://downloads.thespringbox.com/web/wrapper.php?file=23896.sbw

A General Masquerade


In light of our reading Animal Farm and its symbolism of the totalitarianism government, “classically inclined” met to watch a French documentary tonight. The documentary, made in 1974, invites the audience into the life of
Ugandan dictator Général Idi Amin Dada.

This film is truly surreal. At one moment you are entranced by this jovial, disarming man and the next you are appalled at his confused and evil mind.

Here is a clip from Youtube.

You can find it easily enough, or if you are really ambitious and thrifty you can watch all 17 parts on Youtube.

Let me know what you think!

Bella

Oh dear!

I am quickly going to write a post tonight about my most recent tears over this movie, Bella. Tragic and ordinary. Ugly and beautiful. Lonely and communal.

When we’ve come to rest all there is at the river’s edge, we become aware of our brokenness. Jose and Nina are broken creatures. They each lived not ignorant or innocent of the world in all its white-washed charms. So, we wait on our seats to see what they make of it.

We are each one tempted to make homes in white-washed tombs. But, see there is a choice.

There is life!
(sigh)

x

Texas heat and Prince Caspian

I was almost uncomfortable today in the Texas heat. But, as my mother quickly reminded me, “that’s what you like, you know.” One of my strong arguments for Texas and the South is the weather, so I have to be careful about complaining.

I called my mom after I left work today and she was tending a fire, waiting for it to die down enough to cook some bratwursts. Now, that’s an Iowa way to usher in the summer months! I almost felt like I was right there – within ten feet of the flame. Then I realized that I was just walking on pavement under a clear, hot Texas sky.

I don’t think “hot Texas” would make news anywhere, so why don’t we move on to something more interesting – one of my favorite topics: C.S. Lewis. I went to see Prince Caspian.
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Like any good reader of brilliant fiction, I was disappointed with the first movie because it simply failed to live up to the glory of the film I produced in my head. So, given that, my expectations were quite reasonable for Prince Caspian.

No matter how much of the story is lost in film translation, the pure innocence of the child remains. Lucy Pevensey is of course the most endearing. We love her because we all try to remember a time when we were like her. Maybe some people liken her faith to Santa Claus and fairy tales, but Lucy understands what others are convinced to “grow out of.” But we all secretly hope that we could be more like Lucy. We hope that it is possible.

What is so magical… so brilliant… is that C.S. Lewis did not intend this series to be exactly symbolic of the Christian story as we perceive it here on earth. Lewis instead asked the question, “If God had created a world (a different world, where animals could talk and trees could move and all sorts of other mystical things might happen)… if God had created another such world, what would redemption look like?” (He says something like this in his replies to children – see “Letters to Children“)

Lewis uses the artistic gifts God gave him to pursue this idea to its outermost reaches. He stretched his imagination and took us along. Sure, we are captivated by the characters, the magic, and the absurdities, but the true hook is in the brilliance of reflecting something much greater.

C.S. Lewis so artfully asks us to think about redemption outside of ourselves.

beautiful sunday

Today was absolutely gorgeous. I ended up doing some of the things I love most – with a twist.

Thing I love: Devotions in the morning
twist: with a bagel and a cup of decaf

Thing I love: Church service on Sunday
twist: spanish style – went to the Spanish service and there was a visiting pastor from Honduras (go figure) who is interviewing to take a position at our church

Thing I love: summer heat
twist: forgot sunscreen

Thing I love: working with my hands
twist: gardening ALL afternoon with good company and conversation

Thing I love: beef brisket
twist: Rudy’s style – slow cooked over oak with special bbq sauce

Thing I love: C.S. Lewis
twist: went to see instead of read Prince Caspian

Sometimes I love to be exhausted, because there are times when it seems fit to be so.

Friday in 100 words

Every once in awhile it’s good to stretch creatively. Making anything succinct is always a harrowing struggle for me. So, I’m going to start writing Friday in 100 words. It may be poetic or it may be the beginning of a story or it may appear quite cryptic, but stretching is the key. You see, and now I’ve already succeeded superfluously.
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I awoke adrift a misty sea with the sunshine a glorious gold at my window. A big yawn and stretch greeted the day like any other, but a Friday always holds a certain mysterious promise. Spirits are high, grumbling low and a new kind of energy hovers around the office. My weekend is heavy with plans for entertaining (some call it babysitting) children and doing housework. The end of the school semester finally arrived and past and now the campus stands a ghost town. Though the weekend affords change in routine, I will still wake adrift the misty sea, greeted by the glorious, golden sunshine.

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words – interrupted

I don’t watch much television, but the little that I do see reminds me that society has just as much potential to regress as progress.

I just recently saw this ad by AT&T where the mother starts talking to her daughter (and mother?!) in text-speak. I actually found the clip on splendAd, called “IDK Scrabble.”
http://www.youtube.com/v/zb7wRxXTZK8

So, the mom concedes defeat as a parent, but then AT&T tells us we should all be so lucky: now, it’s FREE. That’s just what I’m hoping for when I have kids someday – free defeat.

REALLY? Are we really okay smashing a bunch of letters together in place of thoughtful, intellectual conversation?

Today just after I finished up work I got a phone call from a fellow ‘classically inclined’ book clubber. We are reading “A Clergyman’s Daughter” by George Orwell right now and he shared his sincere interest in the imagery, style, and character development. Our discussion lasted no more than 15 minutes, but when I got off the phone I felt a bit inspired. He mentioned this idea of ‘the dumbing down of American society,’ that we use so few words now and miss the weight of reality by doing so.

Words communicate ideas. If the only ideas we have running through our heads can be communicated by a string of disjointed letters, how much progress are we really making?

true ambassadors

I’m just going to throw this out there: Have you ever secretly wished someone might fail so you might look good?

I can’t really back pedal now and pretend I was asking the question without first-hand experience. That would be a bold-faced lie AND sneaky. It is neither.

I started to really examine my thoughts recently as I am reading a book by Francis Schaeffer called, “True Spirituality.” (Interestingly enough, there is now a need to qualify spirituality by designating Truth. Yet, there is no spirituality outside Truth, just as there is no God outside Jehovah. Another day, perhaps?)

Let’s get back to your confession, you say. Well, alright. Here it goes. I realize I am making myself vulnerable (as we were encouraged at LeaderShape), so here’s to that.

I’ve noticed this ridiculous thing in me… a suspended suggestion that hovers whispering between my ears. It usually happens in group settings, when I feel most called to present myself as an ambassadors on behalf of Christ (1 Corinthians 5:20). I start to feel a little pressure, a little frustration, and the words racing around in my mind stumble over one another. I may appear composed, but inside I’m frantically trying to figure out how to represent. And then it happens…

I’m doing my part of a group activity, when I look up and see someone else shining. The whisper suggests, “Wait, that person doesn’t believe and follow Christ… why are they so likable?” and “That’s not supposed to happen – only true believers can understand joy!” and “There’s no way that person could really understand love or suffering or compassion – why are they making so much sense?”

Okay – go ahead – throw the stones. I know this sounds elementary and proud and shameful. I didn’t say I wasn’t ashamed. I just said the silly, suspended suggestions are there. What I do next, of course, is the test.

I have self-diagnosed a classic case of the gospel is about me. If I am so concerned with appearances, keeping score of who shows joy and pain and sorrow, than I’ve made the gospel about less than Jesus. Praise God that he has mercy on such a fool!

Paul cautioned the church in Corinth to remember what they were before Christ redeemed them… that no one was wise.

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it is written:
“I will destroy the wisdom of the wise;
the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate.”

Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since in the wisdom of God the world through its wisdom did not know him, God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe. Jews demand miraculous signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we preach Christ crucified: a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those whom God has called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength.

Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him. It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: “Let him who boasts boast in the Lord.”

1 Corinthians 1:18-31

Am I so puffed up that I can sit back making judgments about who is happy and what good can be done? Shame on me.

We are all created in the image of God, every single one. We each bear the marks of the Creator and without knowing or trying, we each reflect His glory. The Lord is gracious to name us heirs – heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ (Romans 8:17). What shall I do then, having done nothing to receive such a gift? Shall I shrink back to pre-redeemed ways, wanting only my personal gain? No. I would then only use Christ as a mere tool for my own pride.

Romans 8:17 continues, “if we indeed share in his sufferings that we might also share in his glory.”

So, regardless of what my mind or any other whispers to distract the True glory at hand, I know that a true ambassador sees the glory of God in every face. A true ambassador speaks in love and knows that the gospel never returns void.

A true ambassador is not a name, but a servant. And these ambassadors will suffer with Christ and see His glory.

… I just realized I meant to speak more on Francis Schaeffer. I suppose I will come back to him again.

what’s on my mind…

Here’s a quick run-down of the first 10 things that come to my mind this Tuesday morning.

1. An interesting piece on Christian artists over at Between Two Worlds
2. The second book for classically inclined, “Clergyman’s Daughter” by George Orwell
3. A great resource on modern reformation called White Horse Inn, if you like listening instead of reading
4. The song Tuesday by Sarah Masen
5. The stack of books I am reading (or aim to read): True Spirituality, Clergyman’s Daughter, Little Women, The Adolescent, The Reason for God, oh my!
6. The nagging, relentless run-on sentence in the book I’m composing in my mind
7. Spring means babies! My friends and family are welcoming spring with new life…Amaya and Titus and two more on the way.. sadly all in different states!
8. The devastation in Myanmar
9. The joy of carpooling (this time not because I don’t have a car, but because I can’t afford gas)

10. It’s best to start the day waking up smiling

I will write more later…

Poem from LeaderShape

Anyone that knows me is aware I received the ‘cheesy gene’ from my mother. I sure put it to good use last week during LeaderShape. I facilitated a small family cluster of 12 students and we became very close over the course of the week. My cluster chose the name ‘mountainmen’ and under that name we shared in the lessons and laughter. At graduation on Saturday, each facilitator said a few words about the group. Mine, of course, came out in poem.

refining
(for the mountainmen)

not so long ago
in a very near place
a family formed
at a thing called LeaderShape

We were strangers
not a soul knew another
first words were precious
but guards soon went asunder

as each day passed
the closer we became
sharing stories of life
and visions beyond the mundane

it became about more
than ‘my vision, my dream’
it became about serving others
and changing what seems to be

stuck in a basement
we would not fret,
12 heads together
will surely survive instead

given little or plenty
in life or in play
we will always be content
to hope for change someday

we all have a vision
they are BIG, I’ll admit
we share our fears
but not too much to commit

twelve unique people
one unique place
challenged and stretched
to step out the rat race

laughter abundant
and smiles a many
we bonded together
and now we’ve friendships a plenty!

mountainmen, go out now
and don’t stop your climbing
just remember the process
is more about refining