What a weekend. 2500 miles, 36 hours in the car. Round trip from West Virginia to Louisiana. Lots of time to ponder life, look at the scenery, and eat french fries.
And now Tuesday feels like the worst Monday ever. It is hard to get started again, because my brain is not quite engaged. The idea to take a little time off when needed is a good one. An even better idea is to take the time off and get some rest, so that when returning to the place of duty, one is fully prepared and energized.
I should not complain. The trip was necessary for the sake of one of my family members. My daughter had a major presentation and I went simply to support and encourage her, to acknowledge a year and a half of exceptionally hard work. So I do not regret the trip. I just forgot how taxing it was going to be.
You would think it would be easy. Most of what I do concerns thoughts, ideas, and words. If I could just think up some words, tell my fingers the letters and what order to put them in, and then it would all just take care of itself. Not so. Good ideas are hard to come by, to express them into coherent language, to communicate with clarity and impact is difficult on the best days. Nigh unto impossible on the fuzzy days.
Scarlet O'Hara would give good advice here. I'll think about that tomorrow. For today, I will resign to the fact that I am getting next to nothing done, and just let that be.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Its about Time...
I started thinking the other day, which is usually dangerous, about time. How much time is spend doing the various things I do, where I go and why, and that sort of thing. Because there never seems to be enough time to do all the things that need to get done. Am I the only one that is short of time?
168. We all get the same 168 hours each week. No more, no less, cannot use them like rollover minutes, cannot save them. We can only spend them, at the rate of 168/week. A relatively large number of those hours are spent asleep. Sleep is productive and important, but not in the ways we want them to be.
There are a variety of demands on my 168. I must be a husband and a father. I must be the pastor of the church, which includes a whole variety of various tasks. I must care for our belongings like home, cars, yardwork. 168 seems not to be quite enough to do all those things. Perhaps a 36 hour day, and 252/ wk would be more practical.
And there are some things I seek to do, not must do, but want to do. I want to find more time to write, this blog, the various books I have in my head. I want to go fishing. I want to spend more time with the people I care about. I want to travel to Cabo San Lucas and scuba dive. Time, sweet time.
The Bible tells us in Ephesians 5 See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Circumspectly is a fancy word for carefully. Foolish folk waste time. Wise folks are careful and conscientious about how they use that most limited resource, so that the time spent is productive and beneficial to self and others.
I have come to the conclusion that there is never enough time to do everything that one seeks to do. 168 is just not enough to get it all in. But what we can do is do the important things well. And the other things may have to be left undone.
There is one more thing I must do. This is not an afterthought, but deliberately mentioned last, so that it will be remembered by you who read. I must be close with God. I must know Him and be known by Him. I must look into His Word regularly, I must communicate with Him regularly in prayer. I must spend enough time with God so that His presence is the transformative agent in me. And that takes time.
168. We all get the same 168 hours each week. No more, no less, cannot use them like rollover minutes, cannot save them. We can only spend them, at the rate of 168/week. A relatively large number of those hours are spent asleep. Sleep is productive and important, but not in the ways we want them to be.
There are a variety of demands on my 168. I must be a husband and a father. I must be the pastor of the church, which includes a whole variety of various tasks. I must care for our belongings like home, cars, yardwork. 168 seems not to be quite enough to do all those things. Perhaps a 36 hour day, and 252/ wk would be more practical.
And there are some things I seek to do, not must do, but want to do. I want to find more time to write, this blog, the various books I have in my head. I want to go fishing. I want to spend more time with the people I care about. I want to travel to Cabo San Lucas and scuba dive. Time, sweet time.
The Bible tells us in Ephesians 5 See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Circumspectly is a fancy word for carefully. Foolish folk waste time. Wise folks are careful and conscientious about how they use that most limited resource, so that the time spent is productive and beneficial to self and others.
I have come to the conclusion that there is never enough time to do everything that one seeks to do. 168 is just not enough to get it all in. But what we can do is do the important things well. And the other things may have to be left undone.
There is one more thing I must do. This is not an afterthought, but deliberately mentioned last, so that it will be remembered by you who read. I must be close with God. I must know Him and be known by Him. I must look into His Word regularly, I must communicate with Him regularly in prayer. I must spend enough time with God so that His presence is the transformative agent in me. And that takes time.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Those were the times, weren't they?
I was talking with some friends the other day, an older couple, and they began to tell me how things have changed so much, that life is not like it used to be, and then it came, that dreaded phrase, that which makes me cringe... The Good Old Days. I listened politely while my mind wandered off. I courteously nodded my agreement, and discreetly got called away to another conversation.
What good old days do folks so fondly remember? Exactly when were those times that everyone remembers so fondly? Was it the seventies? How can those days be considered good? Just look at the clothes. How can anyone remember how good the seventies were because so many people were so high all the time?
Perhaps the sixties were the good old days. When the country was on the verge of disintegrating over Vietnam, with civic and political assassinations, riots in the streets. Did we forget that so quickly?
In the fifties, rock and roll was coming on strong, and the folks longed for those days before Elvis could swing his hips on the TV and before all these kids went crazy. Surely the fifties were not the good old days.
Was the nineteen forties the good old days, when the entire world was at war? When there was rationing, shortages, and telegrams expressing the deepest sympathy of our country?
Shall we continue? Was it the thirties, when unemployment was at 30%, when the middle of our country was a dust bowl, when the entire world was in an economic depression? The twenties, during the era of prohibition in which the common man became a criminal, and the criminals were the law?
When were those good old days that are so fondly remembered? Before indoor plumbing? Before electricity? When we lived in caves and hunted in tribes? How far back do we need to go to get to the good old days? What exactly are we longing for?
Instead of pining away for that which never existed, might we instead just begin to make these days better? Can't we just live to make today the best we can make it? Why don't we instead try to get some control over our lives today, try to spend this day a little more constructively. Maybe tomorrow will be the best days ever, if you and I will just work toward making it so.
God Bless You.
Brian
What good old days do folks so fondly remember? Exactly when were those times that everyone remembers so fondly? Was it the seventies? How can those days be considered good? Just look at the clothes. How can anyone remember how good the seventies were because so many people were so high all the time?
Perhaps the sixties were the good old days. When the country was on the verge of disintegrating over Vietnam, with civic and political assassinations, riots in the streets. Did we forget that so quickly?
In the fifties, rock and roll was coming on strong, and the folks longed for those days before Elvis could swing his hips on the TV and before all these kids went crazy. Surely the fifties were not the good old days.
Was the nineteen forties the good old days, when the entire world was at war? When there was rationing, shortages, and telegrams expressing the deepest sympathy of our country?
Shall we continue? Was it the thirties, when unemployment was at 30%, when the middle of our country was a dust bowl, when the entire world was in an economic depression? The twenties, during the era of prohibition in which the common man became a criminal, and the criminals were the law?
When were those good old days that are so fondly remembered? Before indoor plumbing? Before electricity? When we lived in caves and hunted in tribes? How far back do we need to go to get to the good old days? What exactly are we longing for?
Instead of pining away for that which never existed, might we instead just begin to make these days better? Can't we just live to make today the best we can make it? Why don't we instead try to get some control over our lives today, try to spend this day a little more constructively. Maybe tomorrow will be the best days ever, if you and I will just work toward making it so.
God Bless You.
Brian
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Words seem to fail.
Yesterday, I officiated a funeral service for a friend. Mike was fifty years old, with a grown son and a teenaged daughter living at home. He and his wife had been married 23 years. Less than a year ago, they called it cancer. Chemo, radiation, all the things that you do. Yet, here we are. Sad in a lot of ways.
Mike was a firefighter by profession. And every fire department for 40 miles was represented at the funeral service. The bagpipes played Amazing Grace. The trucks were draped with black. Hundreds of people came to say farewell to a friend and colleague.
I know God loves us. I know He cares for us and provides for us, and is with us in the good and bad times. I can give all sorts of intellectual and theological arguements for when bad things happen to good people. But none of those debates or discussions has the ability to heal the deep wounds of grief, loss, tragedy. And for the life of me, I can not seem to find the words. I cannot give a good reason that a brave and a decent man would be dead of cancer at a young age. Had it been an accident, a tragedy while Mike was saving a child from a burning building, it might be different.
The loss of a friend, a vibrant life-loving good man, hurts in so many ways. The so-called experts say that God has a plan. The well meaning religious folks produce some trite comments like "God just wanted Mike in heaven with Him." And to be honest, none of that kind of talk seems very satisfactory.
There are so few words, and so much pain.
God Bless You, Debbie, Angela, Eric and family.
Mike was a firefighter by profession. And every fire department for 40 miles was represented at the funeral service. The bagpipes played Amazing Grace. The trucks were draped with black. Hundreds of people came to say farewell to a friend and colleague.
I know God loves us. I know He cares for us and provides for us, and is with us in the good and bad times. I can give all sorts of intellectual and theological arguements for when bad things happen to good people. But none of those debates or discussions has the ability to heal the deep wounds of grief, loss, tragedy. And for the life of me, I can not seem to find the words. I cannot give a good reason that a brave and a decent man would be dead of cancer at a young age. Had it been an accident, a tragedy while Mike was saving a child from a burning building, it might be different.
The loss of a friend, a vibrant life-loving good man, hurts in so many ways. The so-called experts say that God has a plan. The well meaning religious folks produce some trite comments like "God just wanted Mike in heaven with Him." And to be honest, none of that kind of talk seems very satisfactory.
There are so few words, and so much pain.
God Bless You, Debbie, Angela, Eric and family.
Monday, March 22, 2010
From the Desk of Pastor X-
ESPN the Magazine has a recurring column written by an anonymous NASCAR driver that details the sometimes ridiculous and often dangerous life behind the scenes of motor sports most popular series. Likewise there are blogs and articles from Player X contributed from the NBA, NFL, and MLB.
Ministry is always a struggle. Church members struggle with one another over the direction and leadership of the church. Personal conflicts get in the way of loving our neighbors. Mean spirited people and small minded church members sometimes attack their pastors. Committees wrestle for control and the esteem of men.
On the other hand, ministry often filled with great joy and incredible opportunities to express love and grace. We get to witness and participate in the changing of lives. We get to share in some of the most intimate and memorable moments in the lives of our church family. For those of us that are preachers, we have the awe inspiring privilege of being the spokesperson for the Lord, and we can boldly proclaim a timeless truth.
Vocational ministry is often a misunderstood profession. Within the church, the membership seems to think that the pastor is a benevolent uncle that is always there to help them in time of need, easily dismissed in time of plenty. Outside of the church, the pastor is considered at best an oddity, an intellectual that avoids the real world, a holier than thou ready to point the finger of condemnation, or at worst a charlatan hypocrite that is cloaking his own perversions behind the walls of a church.
In truth, I find ministers to be hard working men and women that believe deeply in a God that loves, a faith that heals, and a church that is flawed and less than perfect. We are misunderstood because often we misunderstand. We too, are impacted by the fallen nature of man. We too, are confused, hurt, rejected and abused. We too, have our hang-ups and histories. But in spite of the faults of the servants, the Word and work of the Master continues.
Grace abounds, lives are changed and the Image of God that remains in the soul of man grows strong enough to overcome.
Ministry is always a struggle. Church members struggle with one another over the direction and leadership of the church. Personal conflicts get in the way of loving our neighbors. Mean spirited people and small minded church members sometimes attack their pastors. Committees wrestle for control and the esteem of men.
On the other hand, ministry often filled with great joy and incredible opportunities to express love and grace. We get to witness and participate in the changing of lives. We get to share in some of the most intimate and memorable moments in the lives of our church family. For those of us that are preachers, we have the awe inspiring privilege of being the spokesperson for the Lord, and we can boldly proclaim a timeless truth.
Vocational ministry is often a misunderstood profession. Within the church, the membership seems to think that the pastor is a benevolent uncle that is always there to help them in time of need, easily dismissed in time of plenty. Outside of the church, the pastor is considered at best an oddity, an intellectual that avoids the real world, a holier than thou ready to point the finger of condemnation, or at worst a charlatan hypocrite that is cloaking his own perversions behind the walls of a church.
In truth, I find ministers to be hard working men and women that believe deeply in a God that loves, a faith that heals, and a church that is flawed and less than perfect. We are misunderstood because often we misunderstand. We too, are impacted by the fallen nature of man. We too, are confused, hurt, rejected and abused. We too, have our hang-ups and histories. But in spite of the faults of the servants, the Word and work of the Master continues.
Grace abounds, lives are changed and the Image of God that remains in the soul of man grows strong enough to overcome.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Twice in One Day...
I have had someone tell me about this blog project, and ask the obvious question... Why so infrequent? Why only one a month or so? So here are my answers, in no particular order--
1. I am lazy at heart. Writing requires thought. Thinking deep and clear thoughts is difficult. I would rather play Bejeweled.
2. I am busy. Like a one armed wallpaper hanger. Like a one legged man in a kicking contest. Like I can sit around all day and think up something (see #1) wise and witty to write about.
3. I used up all my good stuff last Sunday.
4. I forgot about it.
5. It is just too hard to put into words. I deal with the same emotions and thoughts and feelings that everyone else does. And I have the added benefit (read burden) or helping others deal with their emotions, thoughts, feelings as well. because that is what the pastor does. So I often carry some intellectual and emotional loads. Sometimes they get heavy. Writing them in a blog causes me to lift them all again.
I like to blog. I really do. I like giving you some insight into my thoughts and ideas. I don't so much like the effort of making a worthwhile post. And that is the truth of it all.
See you in a couple weeks.
1. I am lazy at heart. Writing requires thought. Thinking deep and clear thoughts is difficult. I would rather play Bejeweled.
2. I am busy. Like a one armed wallpaper hanger. Like a one legged man in a kicking contest. Like I can sit around all day and think up something (see #1) wise and witty to write about.
3. I used up all my good stuff last Sunday.
4. I forgot about it.
5. It is just too hard to put into words. I deal with the same emotions and thoughts and feelings that everyone else does. And I have the added benefit (read burden) or helping others deal with their emotions, thoughts, feelings as well. because that is what the pastor does. So I often carry some intellectual and emotional loads. Sometimes they get heavy. Writing them in a blog causes me to lift them all again.
I like to blog. I really do. I like giving you some insight into my thoughts and ideas. I don't so much like the effort of making a worthwhile post. And that is the truth of it all.
See you in a couple weeks.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Spring is in the air-
The worst winter in the history of the eastern Panhandle seems to be over. It is early yet, and the ground hog did see his shadow, but the snow is mostly melted and the sun is mostly shining, and the robins are coming back. Optimism is a great thing.
Yet another puzzle is upon me. As I am building some momentum in this new place, as I am growing relationships, developing trust, finding out who is who and what team they are playing for, I find myself perplexed. First impressions are usually false, and I knew that when I made my mine. The truth of the matter is revealed slowly, like a jigsaw puzzle, or an artist's canvas.
I am being pointed in some directions for this ministry event, I am developing the picture, I think I know what I see. But I do not have confidence in what I am seeing. Is there more than meets the eye? Has the portrait reveled itself to the degree of accuracy required? If I decide on direction, staff, purpose and vision today, will the call stand up under further review? or shall I just keep my head in the booth, keep everyone waiting for a few months, let the payers get cold and frustrated, and take my chances?
Death by meeting tonight. I anticipate much discussion, little conclusion, and perhaps one more plot of color in this panorama before me.
Yet another puzzle is upon me. As I am building some momentum in this new place, as I am growing relationships, developing trust, finding out who is who and what team they are playing for, I find myself perplexed. First impressions are usually false, and I knew that when I made my mine. The truth of the matter is revealed slowly, like a jigsaw puzzle, or an artist's canvas.
I am being pointed in some directions for this ministry event, I am developing the picture, I think I know what I see. But I do not have confidence in what I am seeing. Is there more than meets the eye? Has the portrait reveled itself to the degree of accuracy required? If I decide on direction, staff, purpose and vision today, will the call stand up under further review? or shall I just keep my head in the booth, keep everyone waiting for a few months, let the payers get cold and frustrated, and take my chances?
Death by meeting tonight. I anticipate much discussion, little conclusion, and perhaps one more plot of color in this panorama before me.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)