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!