Thursday, March 26, 2009

Recycled homes

I read a great article on about houses, dorms, and small villages made out of old shipping containers (think freight ship NOT Fedex). If I only knew how to weld...

Here is the article

Monday, March 23, 2009

Faithfulness in the small things

This blog ultimately talks about an area of my life in which I have been convicted since I first began ministry 5 years ago. It sounds a bit harsh but I'm writing to myself.

Sometimes it's easier to pursue lofty humanitarian, environmental, or ministry goals than to be faithful in little things like forgiving a friend, being patient with a growing child, and inviting a loved one "in" after a long day at work. I am troubled by this realization. It's no wonder that the writer of 1 Timothy said "If anyone does not know how to manage his own family, how can he take care of God's church." Pursuing ideals at the expense of one's family is an enticing evil that masks our resistance to discipleship. True discipleship is taking out the garbage, rocking a crying child when you just want to go to bed, and putting down the (phone, remote control, video game, laptop) when a loved one wants to converse.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

I may not get there with you...

I wonder what Martin Luther King Jr. felt when he said, "I've seen the promised land. I might not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight. We as a people will reach the promised land." The video of that speech indicates that he was worn out. He practically collasped upon finishing the speech. King knew the painful reality of waiting on God.

In Hebrews 11, the author says that many people of great faith died having not received the things promised. The author further explains that these individuals looked for a heavenly home. "Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God."

What does it mean to wait on God? Jesus waited 30 years to begin his ministry. Abraham was told he was going to have children that would be as numerous as the stars. He was also told that they would be enslaved 400 years. That does not really make sense. Abraham was over 100 when Isaac was born. Moses wandered in the desert 40 years with a careless group of people in order for him to reach the promised land. However, he died on the mountain having never reached the promised land.

My wife and I have still not sold our condo. It's been on the market for 7 months now. Last week I was thinking about how I'd cope with my condo never selling. What if I went on a metaphorical mountain and never reached my promised land?

Sometimes, as much as we pray and as much as we seek to be holy, things just do not work out how we want them to work out. Sometimes, life doesn't make sense. Sometimes, God doesn't make sense.

I like the model Jesus gives us for the time that we are waiting on our promised land. The gospel of Luke tells us that Jesus grew is wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and with men. Thats how Jesus spent his time waiting. What if the means is as important as the end? What if the relationships we cultivate and the lessons that we learn while waiting ultimately prove to be the end?

In the book AT THE WILL OF THE BODY, Arthur Frank writes about his experience during two near death experiences - a heart attack and cancer. While there are many great quotes from the book, my favorite occurs just after Frank's cancer is in remission. He no longer needs chemotherapy, his hair grows back, and he goes back to work. Reassured by his full head of hair, people from work approach him as though he had not been on the brink of death for nearly two years. He writes, "When hair grows back all is forgotten. But when all is forgotten, nothing is learned."

While I do not want to get robbed again nor do I want to lose thousands of dollars in real estate again, I DON'T want to forget the pain that has drawn my wife and I closer, that has caused me to appreciate wrestling with my son more, that has made me realize that I need community, and that has forced me to rest in my Savior's arms.

Bear Crawls

When I was in football offseason we ALWAYS did an excercise called bear crawl. One time I even broke my toe while doing bear crawls. Anyway, last week while Tammie and Q were in Houston the little guy started getting ready for the fall by doing his own version of bear crawls.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

the brown cow says, "booo"

Last night two things happened:
1. I had a dream that my dad aggressively attacked an old man with dementia as the man was moving toward my high school choir teacher in a zombie like manner. Weird.
2. Quinn said a new word. Tammie was reading a book about animal noises to him. When she said, "The brown cow says" Quinn interjected "booo" right on cue. We had to confirm that it was no accident so we tested him a few times. Every time he came in with some sort of an "ooo" sound just at the right moment. My son thinks cows are ghosts. Weird.

Oh, today Quinn sort of walked.