Are You an Authentic Nectarine?

Yeah it is about time to blog again.

Life has been pretty crazy and filled with change but enough whining. Here I sit today on the deck with a coffee and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees. Yeah real nice. Where are the kids you ask - with the babysitter  -  WII/TV/computer. I never claimed perfect parenting. I admit it - wow that was liberating. It is a little scary to admit such a thing in this age of public scrutiny of our personal lives (at least famous people - not sure I qualify) but being authentic today is vital. There are far too many things that are just not real. We are bombarded by phoniness at every turn. Funny that I write these things with an election looming. We see all too often that people for what ever reason try and be something that they are not. Sometimes this depends on who is around or what may be at stake. In the position I hold as a pastor in a Christian denomination very often we can be fooled into thinking that we need to be perfect or have it all together. This act of futility always backfires and usually bitterness and resentment is all that remains - that is not good for anyone. I have been tempted myself to fall into this trap and I ask the question why? Has God put this demand upon me? I have yet to find the scripture that says I should pretend to be perfect as the Scriptures are clear  in Romans 3:23 "that all have sinned and fall short of God's glory". So why does it happen? I suppose there are as many reasons as bees trying to sting me as I write this. I like honey but the bees are for the birds. What ever the reason they are a lie really. Every time we try and be what we cannot be we not only deceive ourselves but those around us and deception is not from God. Please understand I am not saying we should go around acting in any manner that we choose or not to put your best foot forward but be what you are.

So why do I write of this conundrum? Because of some nectarines. Yeah nectarines. Allow me to explain.

A few weeks ago the family and I went to a farmer's market known for its great delights of fresh produce and baked goods and so on. Much of these wonders are produced or crafted by those in the Amish community. There is just something special about buying goods from people who have chosen a different pathway of life refusing to just go along with the world and its modernity. I admire and respect them. So I was excited as I could envision the many purveyors of sausage and the homemade pastries and fresh grown produce. We enjoyed ourselves and brought home some treats  - among them some fruit. We had blueberries, raspberries and some nectarines that I bought from a nice gal wearing what one would believe to be the garb of a person from the Amish community. The issue was that when I went to pick a nectarine there were stickers on some that said they were produced in California! They even had the grocery store code on some. I was indignant - I felt duped, hoodwinked, bamboozled. I had not bought Amish grown nectarines - I am not even sure the person who sold them to me at the farmers market under a tarp in Amish looking clothing was even an  Amish girl!. Did she cheat me? Was I victimized? Am I being a little over the top? Maybe to all three. My point is that what I thought I was getting I was not and from now on I will always wonder if the person at the market is what they appear to be. Because of one experience that was not what I thought it would be I may be forever tainted.
This experience only highlights for me the danger in trying to be what you are not as a pastor or even a follower of Christ. We are not perfect. We possess all the flaws and issues that plagues all of humanity. When we try and put on a false front we not only cause ourselves pain at times but we run the risk of creating the same issue that I outline in the nectarine saga - tainted experiences.

Let us be what we are - people who have for what ever reason and by whatever means come to understand that we are not perfect. If we act like who we are, with all of our brokeness and flawed humanity, people might see God for who he is - The perfect Creator, Governor, Preserver and Sustainer of all things and who knows I might just get me a real authenic Amish nectarine.

Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the Heavens and the Earth.

Seven

I write this today for my son.

Today you turn seven years old. No doubt you will be bounding everywhere with excitement because at seven years old birthdays are still fun. I am envious of you because you are still so innocent of the trials of the world and also because you will have absolutely no care as to how many calories you will consume.
As your father I am tasked with showing you how to be a good and honourable man who understands the importance of being a man of integrity. This is no small undertaking as I am still in the process of all of that as well. I will continue to do my best.
On this day your mother will be emotional because you are getting older and her baby is growing up. I on the other hand I will be stoic and strong knowing that you will be one more year closer to being able to shovel snow and cut grass.

I am thankful to God for granting me the privilege of helping to mold you. You make it so much fun. As I teach you I am also taught. I am taught more about the Father's love for his creation and his dedication and perseverance with us all.

Today you will receive presents that you have been salivating over for months - I hope you enjoy. My desire for you today though, is that you act your age - be seven today. I wish I was.
I know that you wish to grow quicker and be older but today be seven - as long as you can. Life will get fast enough and there is no turning back.

I look to the future with great anticipation believing that you will grow to become a fine man. But for now just be seven with all the energy that you give to everything.Today be seven and when no one is looking I will act like I am too.

Happy Birthday Bruiser - you bring great joy to my soul - I love you.

From Sparta with Love

Wow, it has been some time since my last post. I decided to take the summer off because with our relocation and getting settled there was just too much to do.
But here I sit somewhat settled and a great day approaching - back to school day! Soon and very soon the kids are going back to school which also means that the summer is coming to a close. Which also means that another year has ticked by and I have been married another year to a great lady.

Today is the day that fifteen years ago I pulled off the greatest con job of all times!  I was able to get my gal to actually marry me. Believe me and if you know me you will, I married up. I definitely got the better deal. I could write much cliche about our marriage. I could write poetically about my love - I could. I could write mushy gushy things that would make girls go "ahhh" and guys feign vomitting. I could and it would all be true. Instead I will just say that through these last fifteen years Tammy and I have been through some peaks and valleys. We have suffered through devastating times of  grief and loss and celebrated with jubilant hearts much as well. We have lived in three provinces, changed occupations more than a few times and learned much about love and life all along the way. My mind is full of memories that are cherished possessions. I pray that my mind will never falter for to lose these images would be a tragedy of Shakespeareian proportions.

Today I want to say to God - Thank you for your creative genius. Thank you for making Tammy as you have  - with her sense of humour, her quiet strength, her sensitivities, her femininity and her beauty.

Today I want to say to my wife - Life is real and not a fairy tale. There are real hurts and pains in this life. As I grow older I know that I will deal with my share of hurts and pains. If I am honest I will admit that it scares me.  But because I am married to you the fear is lessened and the joy increased. I am a stronger man because of the woman that you are. The love that resides in my heart for you has been forged through real life and real living.

I wish to simply say  - I love you my Spartan Queen.

Song of Songs 8:6,7

Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy as unyeilding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot wash it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of his house for love,
it would be utterly scorned.

"Good Enough"

Fix it Daddy!  How often have I heard my children cry out in misery those words?  It usually happens after my daughter has applied far too much force to Barbie's head (Barbie is not as tough as she looks) or when my son has attempted to alter a figurine's natural intended movement.  Fix it Daddy!  It can be a daunting challenge to any father.  This request has the potential to provide an opportunity for you to  puff your chest up like a victorious general.  It also has the possibility to decimate any ounce of self esteem you may have when you are unable to complete the task.  I wish I could say that I am always able to "fix it".  I admit I am not - do they have to make everything so breakable!?  The reality is that fathers are human. We are all limited in some way or other. We make mistakes. We make bad decisions.  We cannot always "fix it".  Although these limitations are obvious to me it never seems to diminish my effort to always try to fix everything. This stems partly from my own desire to relieve my own children of any suffering that may come their way but it is also because of the huge shadow that my own father casts.  He casts a huge shadow not just because of his slightly rotund girth (level of rotundness depends upon how many bakeries he visits for a prized chelsea bun) but because of the impression I always had of him while I was growing up.  As a child I was very observant and would watch much of what he did and and listen to what he said. Through this observing I came to believe that my father had everything under control at all times.  Regardless of the calamity that could occur during vacations - like flat tires or trailer issues - my father always appeared to be in control.  If the cat brought a live animal into the house my father could deal with it even if he had to chase a  bird around sans apparel having just gotten out of the tub.  If during a hockey game the ref was unable to make a correct call my father would always graciously point them in the right direction after a spirited discussion (control may not be the best descriptor for those moments of education).  For my Dad "fixing it" never seemed to be out of the realm of possibilities.

As I grow older and attempt to bring up my own children I find myself doing and saying the very things my father would do and say - although sometimes without as much colour.  For many children to grow up and realize they are becoming like their parents often it can generate a feeling similar to hitting your thumb with a hammer.  For me that is not so.  As I realize that I am becoming like my father a sense of comfort washes over me and I feel blessed.  Blessed by God that I was able to be taught how to be a man and a father by someone who even until this day has me convinced that he can fix all things or get them "good enough".

Today is Father's Day and I will no doubt consume a large quantity of red meat and while I do so I will be reminded of the huge shadow that my father has cast over me and I will think sarcastically "thanks dad".  But what I really mean though is a genuine "thanks dad".

Happy Father's Day - I love you.

Psalm 23:22a  Listen to your Father who gave you life...

In the Company of Heroes

I wish I could fly!  Seriously, I wish and have since I was a child, to have the ability to fly.  Not like a bird, although soaring the tree tops like  an eagle would be quite acceptable, I wish to fly like Superman.  I have always wanted to be able to cry out in my best and most regal voice " Up, up and away" and take off like a rocket.  It probably stems from my desire to be a superhero - but without the tights - they are just too tight. 

If most were honest they would admit the same desire to be a caped crusader - some perhaps even with tights.  Imagine that you are the one who would be so capable and so sought after that when all was on the line - when the forces of evil appear to have the upper hand - when all hope seems to be gone - you are the one that is called.  Some might gasp at the the thought or shrink from the possibility of all the pressure and danger.  Some of us wish that if we were to be the ones who "get the call" that we would be equipped with X-ray vision, or super speed, or be indestructible or my favourite - the ability to fly. It's true.  That is why the movies about Superman, Batman, Spiderman, X-men etc. all get great amounts of people that go to the theatres and watch them because they secretly wish they were like them.  Reality says we are not.

If asked, most of us would say those guys and gals are just for stories - for entertainment - they are not real.
If we answered in that fashion we would be completely and utterly wrong!

I have just returned from Slave Lake, AB and for the last five days I have been in the company of heroes!  Real heroes not like the ones in the movies that have to rely on all those super powers before they will get in to the battle - real heroes. 

Slave Lake has been hit with one of the worst , if the not the worst fires in Canadian history.  Houses and infrastructure destroyed in a gulf of flame that some might say originated from the pit of hell itself . A fire so large and hot that all that was in its path was reduced to ash.  Who would foolishly stand in its path?  Who would dare to battle such a mysterious beast?  Who would be called to extinguish the appetite of such a monster?  Amazingly it was not Superman but normal people.  Normal only in the fact that they have no super power to call upon, no freakish abilities to rely on. Just normal flesh and blood people.  Real heroes. 

Who are these normal but by no means regular people?  They are the volunteer firefighters that gave every ounce of themselves to protect the people of Slave Lake from this fiery foe. They are the police officers who made sure the town was safe from looters during the evacuation. They were the EMT's ready to respond to medical crisis.  We may come to expect this type of behaviour from these professionals but they have fears and concerns like the rest of us and they too have families who worry much about their safety. (I know this first hand as my father served proudly as a Toronto police officer - thanks Dad.)


The list of heroes does not end with the emergency responders though. I was a witness of great acts of bravery from residents when they returned to tell their stories of  harrowing escape.  I saw young teens trying to act like they were okay when you knew they had been terrified only days before.  I watched as parents whose houses had been destroyed tried to establish normalcy for their small children.  I heard stories of complete strangers risking their lives getting elderly people from their homes.  I was blessed to observe people offer their time to volunteer who had lost everything in the fire even comforting those who had not. It was a privilege to see these people muster courage and begin to rebuild their lives, their town and ultimately their future with  surprising efficiency.  Your fortitude and resolve is an inspiration.  You are all heroes in some way.

Their days ahead will not be easy but I am convinced that from the ashes will arise a great tale that will be told for ages to come.

It was a blessing for me to participate in their recovery.  The honour was completely mine as it it would be for anyone who found themselves "in the company of heroes". God Bless you all.

Philippians 4: 12,13
I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him (Christ) who gives me strength. 

A Heretic? Maybe.

So today started off pretty much the same as everyday - I wondered whether I was a heretic.  Yeah, I awoke to the usual fears of being labelled as a heretic - a blasphemer - a scourge upon the Christian world.  Didn't you?  Doesn't everyone?  Well perhaps I am being a bit facitious but I have been wondering lately whether I am in fact a heretic ( someone who believes bad things about scripture - or wrong things -  or "depends on who you ask" things).  Seems like a worthy concern after all being a heretic comes with some steep consequences - like burning at the stake.  This was a practice that was done some years ago during the time when you had to get up and change the TV manually -  well maybe a little further back.  But that is what was done in the name of God (which god it was has always confused me).  If the cable was out and there was nothing else to do you could hear this at many a watering hole  "Hey things is a littleth boring these days lettuth go gittith us some heretics to burn".  So for many a so-called good reason people were tied to a stake with some bundles of hay or other dry tinder  (I hear straw works best) around them and then someone with a bic lighter would draw the lucky penny that would give them this great privilege to burn the heretic.   Now I love a great weenie roast just like the next guy but this is a little extreme - okay more than little extreme.

This may not  be quite exactly how it was done but you get the point.  How ludicrous were people to think that lighting someone on fire was actually going to please God - the one in the bible - you know Jesus - the strangely wise carpenter that spoke of mercy and love.  How could they have thought that using someone as a Roman candle was helpful to further the gospel and advance God's kingdom?  Had they never heard of the barbaric tortures and merciless persecutions of Christians under Nero and other emperors?  It seems not.

These were different times though. Stressfull times when getting the right shine on your shoe buckle was supremely important lest you be shunned and those hats well who could blame them really.  Those hats must have caused some temporary brain cramping (I am speaking of pilgrim hats - and they had buckles as well - oh the humanity!).  So you see for me it is a fairly big issue to be labelled a heretic.  Besides I really do not think that I could handle all the shunning - I shudder to think of the shunning!

I realize that in the world, at least in North America, that heretic burnings are a thing of the past so why would I be concerned with being a heretic?  Simply because although the burnings and tortures do not occur any longer the labelling still does and because of that persecution will still happen (remember my fear of shunning - that still happens).  The reason that being a heretic has been more on my thoughts lately is because of a book I have read recently.  This book has gotten quite the attention from the Christian world and its writer has been called in some circles a heretic.  Is the author in danger of being tied to a stake and lit up like greek saganaki?  Not literally but certainly metaphorically from some I am sure.  So where do I fit in?  Well I loved the book. I agreed with what was written and so I stand I suppose at risk of the flames with the author - Rob Bell.  The book is Love Wins. 

I agree with Rob's belief that love wins. I agree that there is much  in stark contradiction with scripture in today's pop-christianity. I agree that there are some things about salvation that are still a mystery.  This is not  intended to incite anyone or add fuel to the proverbial fire (no fire please) but I am confused by the amount of people who will condemn this man as a heretic and they have never even turned a page in his book. This is the greatest of concerns.

Since the Christ walked the earth there has been discussion and debate concerning who he is, what he has come to do and what it means for humanity.  Has Rob Bell done anything different than what many do around coffee and pastries?  Has he done anything different from what the church fathers did centuries ago?  Is there anyone out there that would say that they are 100% correct in their theology? (bad question to ask - as there will no doubt be someone who says yes -  but I think they would be wrong). Rob Bell has simply offered his take (interpretation) on Scripture, Jesus and what he means for humanity.  Has he done anything worse than the radio evangelist who thinks that the rapture is going to happen on Saturday May 21, 2011?  I think not. (Psst, I may not believe in the Rapture - I suppose I will find out Saturday)

I loved his book and highly recommend it for someone who struggles with the inconsistencies, tensions, condemnation and judgement that they see in religion but is not reflected in or based upon Scripture.

If you read this book and disagree, that is your right. Comment  if you like. If you do disagree remember just because you shout the loudest does not mean you are any more correct in your understanding.  If you disagree and have not read the book - there is nothing for us to talk about - in regard to the book.

When Jesus walked the earth many who were the supposed authorities on all things religious were being called on the carpet for their behaviour and abuse by Jesus and later his disciples.  One of these was a Pharisee and a wise man named Gamalial.  He made this comment about Jesus' disciples in Acts 5:38 "Therefore, in the present case I advise you: Leave these men alone! Let them go! For if their purpose or activity is of human origin, it will fail."  He knew that God could not be thwarted and he also did not want to be the one standing in his way either.  Something to think about before the heretic stamp is used.

Rob Bell has given a scriptural case for his opinion. As one of my theology professors always said "You do not have to agree with me but you have to make a case as to why you do not".   

Love wins - I like that.  Whether it is true or not is up to God.

Proverbs 21:30

"There is no wisdom, no insight no plan that can succeed against the Lord" .

There is my two cents.  I may be a heretic in the eyes of some  (maybe worse).  But I am not worried as we all know burnings at the stake are pretty rare these days. However, I may be leery of any sudden invites to a marshmallow roast!

"Beyond Talent" by John C. Maxwell

Beyond Talent - Becoming Someone Who gets Extraordinary Results is written by leadership guru John C. Maxwell. Once you read this book you quickly realize "this ain't his first rodeo". John Maxwell has written several books on the subject of leadership and has spoken to and taught thousands. So it is no wonder that this book, Beyond Talent, is such a remarkable read.

If you are looking for a book on leadership that is easy to read but useful and is not filled with lots of psycho-babble then this is the book for you.

The book has a very informative table of contents which will be useful in the future as you will no doubt consult it again and again - this is no novel. The insight that John gives on leadership from the perspective of talent and giftedness not being enough is eye opening. He really fleshes out the idea that talent is only a start and that if you wish to really rise above there is so much more that must accompany it.

John has put together a list of  13 attributes in Beyond Talent that will ensure that the talent God has given is not wasted and reaches its truest potential. This list will not only aid in leadership endeavours but also life in general.

What makes the book even more compelling is that he has not simply relied upon his own experiences, as vast as they must be, but has utilized experiences from many other people. These range from successful NFL and College football coaches to business magnates to respected politicians. The book is also chock full of quotable quotes that are encouraging and also inspiring.

If you are looking for a great book on leadership but are not interested in reading a textbook full of complicated strategies and plans this book is for you. 

Beyond Talent is beyond good.

* Note: Through BookSneeze Thomas-Nelson publishers has given this book to me for free to review.

Aware

There are many days in the calendar that are celebrated with feasting.  By all of the signs advertising Mother's Day brunches this is obviously one of them!  I love feasting.  Today is great not because of all the food that will be consumed (although that is a good reason) but because it celebrates that precious gift from God - Mothers.  I have a mother (duh - we all do) and today I am thankful for her. I am thankful for all that I am unaware that has been done for my betterment and care. I am thankful for all the times that she has looked after me and I have been unaware of it. Of course I am grateful for the things I know as well. 

This awareness has happened because of my wife.  Not because she has told me, not because she has reminded me but because she has shown me.  My wife has shown me so much about my own mother by the way she cares for our children.  My wife teaches me  much about what being a mother is all about.  As she choses their clothes for the next day when they are sleeping (having cleaned them as well - and mine) to making their lunches for school to kissing them gentley on the forhead as they sleep having just replaced their covers I am made aware.  I am made aware of what it looks like when a mother cares for her children deeply.  So much that she does for them they may never know.  It is because of the "behind the scenes" love that she shows them that I am made aware more fully of the love my mother has for me which causes me to appreciate her more. Thank you both very much.

God has blessed me and given me many gifts but two of the best have been my mother and wife.  Today I thank my mother for her love, care and protection (and grade 12 diploma).  Today I thank my wife for caring for my children with a Godly tenderness and love revealing all of the unknowns about motherhood that make me love her for more reasons than I thought important. 

By being attentive loving mothers you have both taught me much about God - and you were probably never  aware.

Isaiah 66: 13  As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you ...

My Drug of Choice

Life is just a plain ol' conundrum sometimes.  In the words of Forest Gump it truly is a box of chocolates.  Friday we were told that our appointment (location) is changing and we are  being moved back to Ontario - Stratford to be precise.  All of the anxitement (my word - I invented it- anxiety and excitement together - it will change the english language) is ebbing and the blood pressure is returning to normal (whatever that means for an Italian/Irish/French red head).  The boxes have been ordered, the lists are being dreamed up and I am trying to convince the children that Justin Bieber will not be coming to the new church (unless he finds himself out of work and wishes to be the worship leader - he is from Stratford). 

And that is how it happened.  One phone call and my life has changed completely - again.  Am I worried?  Am I frightened like a liberal incumbent who finds themselves out in the cold?  Honestly - no.  But I would like the feeling to come back to my chest.  I will be turning 39 in a couple of months and in my life I have been through some stuff.  Some good, some great, some tragic - like everybody else.  What I have learned though, is that control in life is an illusion.  There is no control in life except perhaps our own reactions - maybe (I did mention that I was Italian/Irish/French and a red head). Our belief that we have control is a trick that we have played on ourselves so that we can sleep at night. I like to sleep.  We all do it - we opiate ourselves with something - action, work, consumerism etc. because if we did not life would be almost unbearable and filled with more paranoia than we already have.  Paranoia is not sickness  itself but happens when we realize the truth and it is too scary. (paranoia is not an illusion - it is an issue that can trap people in their own lives- like a prison. Sometimes it is a symptom of real sickness i.e. Schizophrenia.)

So why am I not scared, or freaked, or really really worried?  With the risk of sounding like a cheesy devotional for soup lovers - it is because my opiate is Christ - he is my drug of choice.  I realize of course that he is far more than just a pill for my insecurities and that the Word of God is more than a crutch so that I can dream at night.   But the reality is that if it were not so I would probably not be able to get out of bed most days, let alone move my entire family across the country again plus two cats.  I like cats - its true.  Do not misunderstand - I still have fears and concerns and worries about a great number of things.  I can be quite neurotic.  But there are just certain things that are so out of my control that my only reasonable and logical choice is to allow God to be who he has promised to be - my friend and so much more.  In my past I have chosen other sources to numb and trick myself into an illusion of control but they pale in comparison, they were always temporary and often left scars on my soul.  Trust me the scars are there. 

This is not a rant to judge or condemn another person's choice or opiate.  It is just the way it is for me.  But like any good drug dealer getting people hooked is always the goal.  So if today you are filled with dread because there is a majority government held by the blue, or you are concerned of the possible retaliation because a notorious criminal has been erased or you just cannot seem to figure out why it is so scary to just walk out the front door and face the world - try my drug of choice. It will bring you to the highest highs without those hard lows. There are no ill side effects and you will not have to consult your physician before using.  Life will still throw its worst at you but the illusion of control will no longer be necessary.

My drug is not an "it". My drug is a "he" and He will not disappoint.

1 Peter 5:7  "Cast all your anxiety on him (Jesus) because he cares for you".

Seedless Watermelon - An Easter Observation

Today is Easter Monday.  I confess that from a religious perspective I have no idea what the significance is (if you do please comment).  Whatever the reason my kids are home and another day off school is great no matter what the reason.  Ask them.

Easter Monday for me is a reminder that Easter has passed for another year.  All that  has happened  causes me to reflect on much.  From the difficult time on Friday watching The Passion of the Christ to the preparations for Easter breakfast and the Easter egg hunt for the kids at church (no chocolate bunnies or chickens were hurt during this event) to the Easter Sunday celebration service.  There is such a huge gulf of contrast from Friday to Sunday.  Emotionally speaking it is exhausting.  There is much to be said about this time and the implications for humanity.  A well of thought to process and delve into but I will not do that today. Too tired.  Also my wife thinks that my posts are too long sometimes. She may be right. Maybe. So I will write only about an observation I have made.

Not only does Easter Monday remind me that another Easter has passed but it reminds me that summer is just around the corner.  The weather is particularly nice today so no doubt there will be many that go for hikes and long strolls and take in all that nature offers. Some will perhaps be fortunate enough to take out their motorcycles and get out on the open road and pretend that they are Peter Fonda or James Dean.  Some will enjoy the opportunity to take their kids to the park.  Others will begin the long and arduous task of cleaning out their ridiculously filthy garages.  Which one do you think I will be doing (I do not own a motorcycle)? 

With the approaching summer most folks start dreaming of where they will holiday or what lake they will tour or what destination they will experience.  They are all worthy dreams but for me  the anticipation of summer causes me to begin to salivate over the thought of eating watermelon!  Eating watermelon is something that regardless of your age causes you to look and act like a child again - slobbering all over yourself.  How wonderful.   I am sure you can remember those days when summer was really worry free, just sitting and eating that glorious fruit.  Of course spitting the seeds at your sibling as well.   It was a true time of joy.  I like those times.  I miss those times.  Alas,  they can never be as good as they once were.  It's not because I am getting closer to forty and have begun to sound like one of those old guys at the bank complaining about the way things were (although I fear I am) .  It's not because summer never seems to be as long as it once was (although it isn't).  It's not because I have become dignified and would not spit seeds any more (I certainly would and dignified - I hope not).  It is not for any of these reasons.  It is because somewhere someone thought that the world would be a better place if their were no longer seeds in our watermelons!  Yah, I know barbaric. It is true though - no seeds in our watermelons - what were they thinking?  I mean was life really that difficult because you had to take a few minutes and remove those little black assurances of fruit next year.  Or was it too difficult to hold a paper towel and spit seeds into it - is everyone too dignified - too regal for that practice?  What next - seedless sunflower seeds!  Its almost too much for me to bear.  And try finding the old style watermelon -  it is easier finding a rotary telephone.

What is even more distressing is that my children have become victims of this injustice.  It saddens me to think that my two darlings will never have a watermelon seed spitting fight - I fear for their future. What really scares me and irritates me, even more than the fact that untold amounts of money were spent on research into discovering some way to grow a watermelon with no seeds when a ridiculous percentage of the world's population has such a shortage of food that  many thousands ( you read my scarcasm correct) die each day, is that my own children are complaining about the seeds in the seedless watermelon.  You read correct - the seeds in the seedless watermelon.  How spoiled have we as a society become that there  are too many seeds in a seedless watermelon?  My kids are not to blame - they are the victims.  They never grew up in a world with watermelon filled with seeds - this is the world they were born into. I sat one day with my son eating seedless watermelon (I lamented every time I did not have to spit out seeds) and he looked up at me and said "Daddy I like watermelon but there are too many seeds". I almost wept. Too many little white insignificant pods (tough life kid).  I realized after he said it that his comment, though distressing, was probably the best definition of the condition of  the world in the West today.  How spoiled and self absorbed we have become that seeds in a fruit are a big concern. What have we become?  I am certainly not implying that technology is bad I for one am very glad that I do not have to get up from my perch and change the blessed channel  but do we draw the line ever?  Is there an expense to all the comforts that we feel we need besides the absence of watermelon seeds?  It leads me to ask a question -  "Can we do better with the blessing of resources we have?"  (And who said God made a mistake when he decided to create the watermelon with seeds anyway?)

We are blessed in the West with more resources than the majority of the world. Perhaps sometimes we should look to the removal of others real and terrifying problems than our own pet peeves. Just an observation.


Rest assurred for all of you out there that enjoy your watermelon without seeds I have no intention of starting a coalition to outlaw their production. I have come to loathe the word coalition (if you are Canadian you know why). I will certainly pray for you though. I leave you with a simple question.

When Jesus said that he came to give life and give it to its full (John 10:10) did that have anything to do with seedless watermelon?

An Easter ponderance.  This summer enjoy your watermelon with or without seeds. :)

I'm in

I am glad to report that I await my first book to review from BookSneeze. Beyond Talent by John C. Maxwell. Giddyup!

A Time to be Triumphant

Today is Tuesday, two days into Passion Week, two days after preaching on the traditional passage of Jesus' triumphal entrance into Jerusalem (Matthew 21:1-11).  I admit though I am not feeling very triumphant today.  I still see snow outside on the ground.  I lament the realities of uncontrollable situations.  Regardless of how I feel about the wonderfully intricate water crystals still dotting the landscape, this is a great week indeed.  The preparations for Easter are underway.  It is truly a blessed time.

Today I find myself perplexed due to further reflection upon Sunday's preach.  Why has Jesus' entrance been traditionally called the triumphal entrance?  I realize the implications of the donkey (Zech 9:9) and the symbolism of the palm waving (Judas Maccabeus was welcomed in this manner as his dynasty was set up lasting a hundred years) but the triumph is not until Sunday.  The real victory is not until the realization by the disciples that the tomb is empty.  So why the naming of the entrance in this way a week before the true triumph?  Regardless, I am fascinated by Jesus in this passage as he rides into Jerusalem with a purpose.  Knowing where this ride will ultimately take him - he still rides.  Knowing the danger, knowing the risks, knowing the cost - he still rides into Jerusalem.  We know how the story ends - Resurrection!  True triumph.  This event catalyzes the disciples to go from from fearful to fearless.  Fear is no longer an option for them as they now know the risen Lord.  Fueled by their faith in him and the hope they now possess they commence the amazing spread of this gospel message (Gospel means good news).  Many are met with a torturous demise, but they did so boldly.  The result - God's Church, followers of Christ, grew.  The numbers grew in a staggering rate (over time some exaggeration has probably occurred - but staggering nonetheless) considering the opposition, the risk and the danger.  Truly inspiring.

Where is his church today?  Where does it stand today?  What is it doing today?

The answers to the these questions are given by many.  From inside the church and from outside the church.  There are conferences held and speeches given, studies conducted, polls taken all in an effort to answer these questions.  I will not list any statistics here as there are too many and they are easily found on the internet.  What I will say is that most of them, if not all, will claim that the church in the West is in a freefall.  Many studies will say that decline is evident in all denominations.  This is no surprise to most as the conversations that take place at administration levels for  most denominations is confirming of this.  Ask them.

Is the talk about the demise or the decline of the church true?

(The book Freakonomics has taught me that there is often another truth at play). It should be noted that there may be some factors to be considered and accepted before the shout of decline occurs.  Generational, cultural and social  paradigm shifts have changed the world's reality.  This has affected not only the role but also the appearance of the church today.  Also how studies are conducted can cause the outcomes to be somewhat skewed.  If a declining Sunday attendance is noted it may simply be the result of more people needing to work on that day to accommodate job expectations.

What if it is true? 

What if the church in the Western world is actually diminishing?  If it is we should probably move the conversations toward the why.  Why is it in decline?  Has the church become fearful?  Has the church lost its sense of purpose?  Has the church run its course in this part of the world?  Many will have great thoughtful researched answers for these questions - I just have a thought  - "If you are not taking ground perhaps you are losing ground."  Perhap it boils down to just another question - "has the church become too defensive?"  Has the church become to worried about what it has?  Have we become too protective of what has been gained? (okay that's a few questions)  This may sound odd coming from a hockey fan and player where many times I have heard "the best offence is a great defence" (watch the New Jersey Devils) but I am not so sure in this case.

In a book called The Empire Strikes Out a man named Sir John Glubb and his book the Fate of Empires is cited for his research into past empires particularly their rise and fall. Glubb has put the rise and fall of empires into 7 stages.  He claims that with few exceptions most empires go through the same basic life cycle.  The first stage is the conquest or outburst stage.  The beginning time when caution is thrown to the wind and taking new ground is done with great energy and courage ( disciples?).  This stage is followed with one of great initiative and enterprise.  Achieved quickly and with a "reckless bravery".  With every stage more is accomplished until the need to conquer is replaced by the need to protect. The energetic time of conquest has reached its zenith. Now begins the time where there is something to lose.  Attack is no longer the goal.  The ability to counter-attack is lessened as walls are built and procedures created to defend what has been achieved and attained.  From this point stages of affluence and decadence follow which usually signals that demise is on the horizon.  Of course by this time no one can see that the forest is burning all around them because they laud themselves with past victories and intoxicate themselves with their arrogance of superiority.

Does this look familiar in any way to the current alleged situation with the Western church?  To an extent, at least.

During my reading of Glubb's findings it struck me that it might be applied to organizations and denominations and not just military/ruling empires.  My fear is that the Western church may be following this cycle.  I am not suggesting that God's church has become defensive or even God himself so much as I am suggesting that those tasked with its leadership may have.  It appears at times that there is less concern with taking new ground and more with protecting what is already attained.  Is the concern of saving those places that were once bastions of kingdom business but are now only worn reminders of what once was preventing the taking of new ground?  Are the risks associated with new conquest too intimidating for the current church?  Is the cost too much for what can be achieved? (Could it be any more than it was for the disciples in the first century?)  Has retreat been sounded? Is the slogan "All the World for Christ" no longer the goal?
"If you are not taking ground perhaps you are just losing ground".  A worrisome thought and not very triumphant.

If this is true and the western church has lost its zeal and is hurtling toward becoming obsolete or worse oblivion, does it matter?

I heard it said once - "God's mission has a church not God's church has a mission".  It is God's mission, it cannot decline.  He will make a way. For spectators this should ease their panic. For disciples this should ignite to action.

God has invited us to partner with Him as He redeems the world.  Whether the West continues to respond is irrelevant as God will not be thwarted.  Not by those outside the church and certainly not by those inside.

The Great Commission has been given (Matthew 28:19,20).  It sounds like something for the fearless.  It sounds like an opportunity to be triumphant!  Any takers?

Flawed

Have you ever been amazed by God's beauty? I am sure you have it is not hard to see. There are those times though when we see it in such grandeur that our breathing is slowed our hearts quicken and our brains strain to accept the wonder of his work. I have witnessed God's work in many forms. I have seen the raw power and heard the magnificent roar of Niagara Falls. I have observed the slow and quiet strength of the Columbia river.  I have been stunned at the solemnity of a sunset. All wondrous. But nothing quite captures me like the mighty Rocky Mountains. Man, those mountains! When I am in the midst of them they have a tremendous effect upon me.  I am humbled. A big feat in itself.  I am humbled by the sheer size and magnitude of these monuments of God's presence. They are huge and inspiring and I am made aware of how small I really am. They do that - make you feel small simply because they are so huge.  So as I stand and stare and try and soak in the awe and get my heart and intellect to sync together I am overwhelmed with emotion. They are perfect and flawless in their glory. A privilege to look upon.  If you have never seen the Rockies in person put it on your bucket list.

Yesterday I would have said that the Rockies would rate as the most beautiful and amazing object of God's creative genius that I had ever witnessed. Many I am sure would agree. Today I would not say that. I would not say that today because of yesterday.

Yesterday started off normal enough. I woke and did the usual things to get ready for the day. My task for the day was to simply drive. That was all just drive. Someone had asked me if I could drive them to a place that was a couple hours away as they had no way to get there and it was very important that they get to this place. I said yes, after all a nice drive is good for me. I love to drive - it calms me and allows me to clear my head. I assumed (you know what can happen when you assume) this would be fairly uneventful. I had no idea that God would open my eyes a little farther so that I could see just a little clearer. He did this in a most unusual way.

This person I was driving came into my life just over a year ago and he has become my friend. I really enjoy his company. He is one of those people that you cannot help but like. He is generous and kind. He smiles most of the time. He is one of those people that makes you feel better just because he is there. So when he asked me to give him a ride it was any easy yes.

Not all would agree with my ascertation. Not all would come to the same conclusion as I have. Why would they not see him the same? My friend is addicted to crack. If you have any understanding of this addiction you will understand why not all see him in a positive light. His issue has become his label and overshadows who he really is. For many unfortunately his addiction is all they see.

Why has this happened? I believe the reason to be simple. We as humans have an adept ability to notice the issues in others (seldom ourselves) . We all do it - we all have picked out the "flaw" in others at times. No matter what it may be - addiction, personal appearance, lineage or economic status. Often it seems like a talent. All due to broken human nature (sin) to be sure. It is entirely unfortunate that this happens, not only to the person whose flaws have been observed but for the one observing. They miss something magnificent.

Yesterday I drove for a couple of hours with a man who many may have written off simply because of one "flaw" he has (Granted it can very destructive but if you spend anytime with someone who suffers from debilitating addiction you will see that most of the destruction occurs to themselves). I have come to know a great deal about this man. He is very talented. He has a vast amount of knowledge about landscaping, farming, construction, the oil industry, and life in general. He can fix much and what he can do with a Bobcat (skid steer) is as amazing as a talented artist with a brush.

 This is where God opened my eyes.

As I have said this man is a great guy and is my friend but I confess that I was not able to see him aside from his addiction. I too had trouble seeing him as God has made him,  as he was intended to be. God please forgive me.

I had thoroughly enjoyed the trip to the treatment centre where he finds himself for the second time. I pray it is the last but no more than he. It was a joy to be in his presence. When I got home and chatted with my wife I played the day over and then it hit me. It hit me like a hammer in the form of a question - "As we look at the grandiose mountains do we ever pick out the "flaws"?  The question floored me and the answer is obvious - no. When we look upon  the handiwork of God in a mountain and see the jagged juts and points, the incongruency of the peaks or random crags and caves do we see the issues, the mistakes, the flaws? Of course not - because there aren't any. Then why do we see them in his crowning achievement? Why do we see them in our friends, families and strangers.  Are they any less wondrous of a creation than the inanimate objects that fuel and inspire our poets and songwriters? I leave that question to you.

I once believed that the Rocky Mountains were the most amazing thing I had ever seen in God's creation. God has shown me through my friend I was wrong. It is not the mountains but something that we are surrounded by all the time. It is and always has been people. People created in the image of God (Gen 1:27).

Thank you Lord for the reminder.

Jesus - Beautifully Relevant.

In the culture of Christian ministry one of the words I believe that has become completely overused and abused is the word "relevant".  One can see this word used in a vast amount of articles, mission/vision statements, and books when addressing the subject of ministry tailored to supposedly the "next" generation, culture, community or group.  So many times the word is used to describe an idea, philosophy, etc. that is completely not relevant at all.  I am on the verge of loathing this word - I know extreme but true.  So I was extremely tainted to the magazine Relevant before I had even read it simply because of the name.  I had a pre-conceived idea that it would be just more white noise about ministry with no relevancy at all.  I hear your thoughts - unfair, judgemental, biased, pig-headed.  I agree - I can be these things.  But again thanks to my wife (she is the wizard behind the curtain to my big bulging head on a screen) I began to read it and I was amazed - it really was RELEVANT! She was right.  It is truly a fantastic magazine that speaks to the current culture and its issues. The articles are thought-provoking and spiritually challenging. There are also great reviews on music, movies and literature.  The  current issue is their 50th and it is well worth the read.

So the other day while I am sipping some green tea, I  was riveted to an article written in Relevant by Alyce Gilligan entitled "Loving the Least of These".  The article features James Barnett the twentysomething founder of an organization called Clothe Your Neighbour as Yourself.  After experiencing injustice in Nicaragua he was moved to action. I was inspired by this young man who upon his return began a mission of sacrifice for God's Kingdom.  It was not so much what he began doing, although living out of your van selling t-shirts and using the profits to minister to marginalized people is quite admirable, it was the connection that I could make with his passion.  This young man had an experience with his Creator which moved him to action.  I love action.

What he is doing is not revolutionary or original from a service perspective, as there are many agencies and organizations that minister to the marginalized communities of the world.  What I found so compelling was that I could identify with him as a person and  he was doing something attainable.  He was not some big corporation or organization with its administration and machine-like operational standards.  He was "just a guy" who wanted to  make a difference in the lives of people.  I can relate to that.  But don't get me wrong.  I am not saying that big corporate benevolence and large charities are wrong or bad.  Heavens no!  There has been much ministry accomplished and suffering alleviated because of their ability to mobilize people and resources.  However, it is often difficult to get jazzed up or inspired personally about a brand or logo.  It can be hard to connect and identify with a slogan or ad campaign (This is evident by Coca-Cola's new commercials that try to connect with their customers on a personal level).  While these are great P/R and fundraising machines and have a great ability to inform they can be impersonal and appear removed from the street level.  Having said all that, God uses many mediums to work in his kingdom.

I am not completely sure why, but there is something special  and inspiring about seeing someone, just a regular person, moved to action by their faith and concern for the people around them.  James Barnett, and people like him, show the rest of us that God is still working despite the polls and stats that say the church is in decline.  Stories like this one show us that God and His mission are not confined to bricks and mortar and gatherings on Sundays only. What a big "holy cow" revelation (sarcasm intended). 

In the above mentioned article James Barnett is quoted as saying " I want people... to make a commitment to live differently.  Not just admiring the truth, but following the truth."  (John 14:6 Jesus answered, "I am the way the truth and the life").

When people follow Jesus where he leads, being relevant will not just be a word in a mission statement or in a conversation at a trendy coffee house - it will be a reality.

"Too Many Mind"

So way back about eight months ago my incredibly intelligent and persistent wife urged me to join a father and son/daughter Shotokan Karate class because my son , like a true boy likes kickin' and stuff.   I was hesitant at first because I imagined getting beaten like a dog in front of him could cause him to think his father less than invincible and I want to keep that illusion going for as long as possible. My sweet spouse continued to gentley encourage me to do this and I took the plunge with the boy and it has worked out really well. As usual she was right again.  I am now an orange belt! Joyfully my belt colour is no longer the same as the traditional colour associated with cowardice (it was yellow - blech!).  I am learning much and trying very hard, it is not easy and I do not think the RCMP will be requiring me to register as a lethal weapon any time soon but in time who knows.

Taking up this activity at my advanced age of 38 has taught me much about focus.  Focus is a key element in becoming a good Karateka.  Of course this new found love of Shotokan Karate has given me a new appreciation for the movie  The Last Samurai  starring Tom Cruise.  It is a great movie about honour and loyalty and Bushido - the way of the warrior. It is a very good movie due to the action sequences but also because it showcases the Samurai and their dedication to who they are and what they do.

In the film Tom Cruise's character, Captain Ulgrin, is taken captive by the rebel Samurai leader Katsumoto. During his captivity he observes this culture and he develops a strong admiration for the samurai, their cause and way of life and actually begins to train as a Samurai Warrior.  In one of the scenes where he is training he is having great difficulty with his opponent until Nobatathe, the son of Katsumoto, says to him during a break "too many mind - mind the people, mind the opponent, mind the sword ".  His english is broken but his words are full of wisdom. Too many mind - means he is thinking about all that is going on  - the distractions and needs to focus. Focus is a vital element in so much that is done in life. Without focus most activities have no quality.  If I ever need surgery I hope the doctor has great focus.

All this has me wondering if this is not one of the greatest issues for the modern follower of Christ and the  Church - too many mind.  There is so much today that competes for our attention and energy.  The distractions are endless. I am easily distracted by shiny things. But perhaps a reason that so many Christian churches are having struggles is because they, like Captain Ulgren have "too many mind". Too mindful about the latest trend, gimmick or system. Too mindful about the church down the street. Too mindful about being cool. Too mindful about changing. Too mindful about not changing. Too mindful about being right. Too many mind =  no focus - no life.

No focus usually means poor effect or  poor results. I think if honesty is employed this is a great descriptor of the current state of the Church in general. The great part though is that when the focus is on Jesus scripture (John 14:6a) assures us that he is the way the truth and the life -  something to keep in mind.

Today is her birthday!

Nine years ago today my baby girl was born! It was a great day and a great end to 38 hours of labour for my wonderful wife.

One minute my daughter was where babies stay until they say "okay I want to stretch my legs" and the next minute there she was - all red and puffy. The doctor needed to perform an emergency C-section so things got a little dicey and a little too graphic for me - they really should use dark coloured tubing instead of clear! I persevered and held my wife's hand and tried to look all brave and strong and then the doctor said those magical words - "stand up and see your baby be born" (a sheet was protecting the view of the work going on) I obliged of course and when I did I was privy to seeing literally what my wife is really made of - could have done without that! But I was able to see my precious pink and puffy girl get born. My first words that I uttered in that timeless and enchanting moment were not what the fairy tale birthing stories contain but something slightly different. Some men may have wept, some may have been speechless, some may have said something cliche like "oh how wonderful" or "she's beautiful" I said "look at the size of the head!". This of course freaked my wife out somewhat because of course she was not able to see over the sheet and believed that she had given birth to a mutant baby - of course the nurses all said that was normal ( not giving birth to mutants but head size) - apparently babies heads are bigger than their bodies - who knew. This was a conversation piece that my wife and I had after and I learned not to be so blunt. I am a quick learner.

Nine years ago tody a chapter began in our lives that has been full of laughs, some tears, some diapers, some stress (mostly due to diapers) and huge amounts of joy!

I thank God the Creator for entrusting me with something so precious as my little girl and for giving me the honour of raising her. I ask for his strength to deal with whatever life may throw at us and his wisdom in teaching her about Him - my most important task as her father.

My buttercup - I love you - you make my heart sing - Happy birthday.

P.S. Check back in another nine years to see how I am doing through the teen years!

Stats vs. Stories

I have something to admit.  I am not afraid to say it.  I am a Toronto Maple Leafs fan.  I am proud to say it.  I realize of course that there may be some readers who will be appalled at this announcement but I make no apology, unless you are a fan of that team that is east of Ottawa and west of Nfld and Labrador (my keyboard will not allow me to type the name  - thankfully) and then you may need to see a doctor and it would be cruel and in bad taste to ridicule you.

Back to my rambling.

If you have been following hockey in the NHL you will have no doubt noticed that TML are making an incredible push for the playoffs.  They may even make a movie about these late season heroics!  I have been playing close attention to all of the games and what's more their stats - player stats, team stats - goals, assists, hits, save percentage etc.  I have even been paying attention to the other teams that they are trying to catch - their home and away record, number of games left, etc.  I have been making calculations about how many games my team needs to win and how many games the other teams need to lose to clinch a playoff berth.  You probably get the point - stats and more stats.  They are helpful for many things.  In this case, I think they are more helpful for Las Vegas bookmakers and player agents trying to negotiate new contracts because when the two teams get on the ice the winner is usually the better team in that game - period.  All the stats and the analyzing go out the window.  This year the Toronto Maple Leafs have made a valiant effort to get into the post season and they have some great stats.  Some players are having career years for stats, but in four games their season may or may not be over.  And, if it is over you can take all those stats and toss them into the nearest trash bin because, unfortunately, they will mean nothing.  Harsh but true.  There will be great weeping and gnashing of teeth and I will be among those doing so.

So do the stats mean anything?  The stats will say again that for the sixth year in a row this storied franchise will be golfing, and many will make their snide remarks.  But will that be an accurate reflection of this season?  No way!  This team which is the second youngest in the league have made dramatic improvements - they have done remarkable things and it has been the most entertaining season of the last six, in my opinion.  My point?  Stats will never tell a complete story - but a story can.

Stats should be used to inform - perhaps highlight - some important issues or factors, but they are incomplete and should never be used as the sole deciding factor.  They lack context, texture and emotion.  No where has this proved more true to me than in Christian ministry.

I believe ministry is reflected most accurately in stories.  The inspiration for ministry is derived from the belief in the Bible and, more importantly, who it tells a story about - Jesus Christ.  Jesus is Jewish and he told stories.  Some were in parable form, some not.  But, it has always been the custom of the nation of Israel to tell stories to tell the story.

Stories capture the context, the texture and the emotion.  The stories we tell about the people we serve is what truly informs and creates passion and inspiration.  Our stories tell of miraculous growth even if in incremental steps.  Our stories tell of personal victories and experiences that mold us and shape us into who we are and who we will become through God's working Holy Spirit.

I listened to a man's story today who suffers from schizophrenia.  His story inspired me and helped me to understand who he is and where he has been and how far he has come - stats on his illness could never have done that.

Stats can be important but, in this writer's opinion, they never tell the whole story - only stories do and the "honour" is being part of them.

Redivivus

It has been a while since my last post (I can hear the trumpet in the back ground) and due to some gentle encouragement from my lovely wife - I love my wife -  I have decided to try again. I confess that I am not a writer - I am a talker - a verbal person who would rather talk than write. It  is easier and I am admittedly lazy at times but my wife has won the day so here I am writing a post about writing a post.  

I offer the word Redivivus as the theme for this post - it is latin for "restored or living again". It makes me feel smart to say something in latin. So here in I apply it to this blog - it is living again. 

Actually Redivivus is the word my wife and I would use to describe our lives since we were restored to Christ and what we would like to see happen to his church. If my laziness does not get the better of me I will write from time to time on my thoughts and opinions about this and other musings - I may let my wife edit before I post and I may not - do not hold her responsible for any future rants. I like to rant but not rave - raving is over rated.

Strength?????

I write this post sitting in the front room of the house I live in. I am watching my son and daughter play at the park across the street. It is amazing and scary to watch them grow and learn about the world  - its blessings and its curses. They absorb and learn at a very fast rate - they are like little sponges. My son who is about to turn six comes to us daily to tell us about a new product or service that he has seen on a commercial - "Mommy did you know  that you can get rid of all those spray cleaners and get the new magic thingy" . We  of course laugh hysterically but part of me is scared about his gullibility and innocence - he believes everything. My son is learning about the world from all over - the TV, kids at school and hopefully from his parents and he is beginning to form his own opinions. Which brings me to my point - where will he learn strength?

 I do not mean the type of strength that comes from hours spent grunting and sweating in a gym but the kind that heroes of old possessed. Where will he learn about character and integrity and resolve? Hopefully he can look to me but as he gets older he will realize that his dear ol' dad is not the master of all things and he will need to look to someone or something somewhere to find it - to see it  - to want to imitate it and make it part of who he is. I know this because I seek it and what I find is that there are few  who stand for much anymore. I find that often the word or handshake of a man is no more trustworthy than a Calgary weather report (pardon me ladies speaking about my own gender). Where are the men that used to ride gallantly into battle upon their trusted steed? Where are the tough guys that would fight for the honour of a woman? Where are all of institutions and bastions of integrity, and honour and duty and truth? Where can my son look to find unwavering strength that will teach him to stand boldly in the face of injustice and protect the innocent? Where can my son look to find that kind of resolve that will inspire him to respect and honour not only others but his own word or his own promise - where will he go? 

Some may say the government, but the double talk, broken promises and abuses of power from all levels make it a bad source. What about schools of higher learning some may quip but even they have at times been elitist and discriminatory to many so they too are are an unworthy option. Forget TV too often the men on TV today are portrayed as too stupid or too lazy. What about the church? As an Officer with The Salvation Army that would be my hope as well but sadly the  church as an institution has been too judging, too condenming, too corrupt and so often too weak. These are no doubt some of the strongest reasons why the church has lost its voice in society.

Alas, where can my poor boy look to find that commodity of strength that  loosed the chains of slavery, that freed  captives, that spoke boldy against oppression of marginalized classes and that called corrupt government and authorities to change.

He can find it where it has always been - in the one who stood to face his accusers with conviction. He can find it in Jesus whose love changed the world forever.

My son can look to Jesus for strength as will I.

If the church that Jesus died for ever begins to act like the one it claims to worship perhaps the world will want to know who he really is.

Why The Vorpal Sword?

Known for its defeat and decapitation of the Jabberwocky in Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, the Vorpal Sword is a weapon that has no earthly equal. Although Carroll himself claims to have no explanation for its name, others have given their opinions. Some believe that due to the mathematical precision of the angle of the blade that it never becomes dull no matter how many heads it lops off, another has said that Vorpal is the two words Verbal and Gospel combined by every other letter.

Whatever the case the Vorpal Sword has done two things - It has taken down the Jabberwocky and ended the reign of terror by the bloody Red Queen and brought restoration to the inhabitants of Underland.

It reminds me of the Bible - its words can be razor sharp, never losing their edge, being able to cut to the heart but also being able to restore it.

That's why its The Vorpal Sword.