Saturday, February 21, 2004

PASSION JEWELRY

Quote of the day:

"The cross has become such a benign jewelry item . . . The shock of its original form . . . is lost to modern people"

- Charles Houser, publications manager for the American Bible Society's Nida Institute for Biblical Scholarship.

I suppose that's true. I've certainly seen people wearing crosses and wondered if they even knew the symbolism behind them.

The hottest selling "Christian souvenir" now is supposedly this:




The Jesus nail pendant.

Thoughts?

Friday, February 20, 2004

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN KNIGHTS TODAY

He came like a knight of old...alone and prepared to defend.
Unfettered by armor, he steeled himself before our building...ready if need be to do battle.

My company hired a temporary guard today. One of the radio stations in the building changed music formats and there was a fear that some listeners might be upset.

I glanced upon him from our ivory tower, reassured by this noble visage.



Later, I met him in the building lobby and was mesmerized...by his bloodshot eyes, slurred speech and countenance.

His trusty steed was equally impressive.



Yes, I knew he was a man who could handle anything on his own...he must be, since every inch of his car's interior, with the exception of the driver's seat, was filled with fast food wrappers.

At least I know no one will be able to sneak up on us....we'd hear them laughing first.

Thursday, February 19, 2004

THE FAST IS FURIOUSLY APPROACHING

A lot of Baptists don't even know what Lent is, but it's a season that I especially enjoy...and dread.

I usually fast in some fashion during the Lenten season. This year I've given it more thought than in years past, or at least I've been thinking about it a little earlier than usual.

I don't like to think in terms of giving up something for Lent, rather I like to believe I'm substituting things more spiritual for things that are perhaps less so.

This year it seemed easier to decide what rules I will be observing for 40 days.

Amy and I have joked on several occasions recently about feeling like we're in a Frank Peretti novel. I know it sounds a little crazy, but it seems to me like the world is more out of balance these days. I know a lot of our friends and family are struggling. It also appears there is a little more ugliness out there. Cynicism has become so common - "Hello pot...kettle calling, you're black".

I feel like our lives are a bit out of balance too. I want to spend some time reflecting on that.

This past year it's also become very easy to become fixated on ourselves. Amy's health concerns, our various other fears and ruminations make that somewhat reasonable I suppose. I don't want to turn away from us as much as I want to look out a bit more. In return, I hope those inward glances will become more focused.

I want to hunger.

Jesus fasted for 40 days. No food. Not squat.

Thank God, I'm not Jesus.

However, I do want to experience hunger, think about hunger, remember how blessed I am not to truly know hunger.

My junior high school friend, Harlan, whom I reunited with over the Internet this past year, sends me emails occasionally which carry a small tag about ways you can help alleviate hunger in the world. Members of my congregation devoted themselves to prayer on this issue recently as well.

Over these next 40 days, I want to spend more time contemplating hunger. Hunger in my belly...and in my soul.

The blessing and the curse of a blog is I'm committing myself to this in writing.

I will be accountable to God...to myself...and to folks from New Zealand to Ohio, Oklahoma, France, and the Phillipines who for some reason read my ramblings.

My Lenten plan is simple really. I will restrict my diet severely. I will follow my own modified version of the Daniel diet..very organic..very vegan. The modifications are that I will allow myself small portions of fish, and tea. I will drink water for the most part. No soft drinks. No wine.

I will walk every day for 40 minutes...rain or shine....for 40 days.

During this time I also plan to read and reflect on the book of Acts.

The easy commitment is also to write every day during this time. Hopefully, I will be able to provide food for thought rather than only thoughts about food.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

COYOTE PRAYERS

Well, now I've shot my day of rest completely. Moments ago I learned that Tim Derk was in the hospital. Virtually no one in San Antonio knows Tim....and everyone in San Antonio knows him. He is the man who is the super creative, wonderfully talented mascot for the San Antonio Spurs, as the Spurs Coyote. He's always been in costume and has kept his identity a secret to many.



Apparently Tim suffered some type of brain disorder on Friday. The Spurs organization peeled away any illusion of anonymity today saying it's "important to give San Antonio the opportunity to pray specifically for him."

I ask that you join me in doing so. He has brought many people great joy over the years, I hope he will be able to continue to do so.

DEMOVIVOR

Okay, I did have one thought today I wanted to pass along.

Does anyone else feel like the race for the Democratic presidential nomination has started to mimic a season of "Survivor"?

We start with a handful of contestants, some seemingly more prepared than others. Then the guys you expect to do well fall by the wayside early. Scheming weird people suddenly look like they're going to win it all...only to stumble over their own personalities.

You're left with a couple of guys you barely know...one the favorite and the other the underdog that suddenly you kind of hope wins it.

Doesn't really matter to me, of course. When it comes down to whose tikki torch gets doused, I'll be at another tribal council.

TRADITIONS

I think I'll start the tradition of saying very little on my blogging anniversaries. This is made easier by the fact I have very little to say today...and I have a new cell phone that I have to figure out which has already consumed most of my afternoon.

Tomorrow my wisdom will resume I'm sure.

ONE YEAR

Tuesday, February 18
This is my first post to my "blog" and admittedly it's simply to see if it works. Since I suspect it won't, I don't think I'll say much more.

This was posted on The Main Point by Michael Main at 2/18/2003 03:35:41 PM © 2003; link



That was my first post on this blog...one year ago today.

Happy Anniversary!

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

BOWS AND BARBED WIRE

Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you


When I think of ribbons I think of bright colors and pretty bows.

Pretty pencils to write I love you
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue


There's a little company down the road from us that I'm sure makes pretty ribbons.



Well actually I'm not sure...I'm afraid to ask.

This little ribbon company has been operating only a mile or so from our house since before we moved here, but we've never visited. To my knowledge, no one in the neighborhood has ever visited either.

Something about the place makes me believe they don't offer company tours.



Maybe there are super secret processes to making pretty ribbons. Perhaps it's like sausage...it's best not to ask how it's made.

I do see an occasional car or truck parked behind the six foot high chain link fence topped with barbed wire at the pretty little ribbon company, but the place certainly isn't flooded with workers.

Maybe making ribbon doesn't take much manpower.

There are some employees though. I see them every day. 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

But only from a distance.

It feels safer that way.

The little pretty ribbon company workers.



I'm sure they're not as mean as they look.

Maybe one day I'll go up and knock on the door of the pretty little ribbon company and suggest the guard dogs would look better with pretty ribbons in their hair....when I'm ready to earn my ribbon for bravery.

THE PRESENT DAY

It's your day today, but every day with you I cherish as a gift from God.

Happy Birthday, my darling wife.

Monday, February 16, 2004

GOOD INTENTIONS

Well I meant to write today about vicious dogs, barbed wire fences and pretty ribbons...but we got caught up in doctors, airplanes, stories of puke, and surprise visits.

Amy and I met with her pain doc...somewhat anticlimactic, but I think we both feel better.
I put Amy's sister on a plane right after my niece called to tell her mom (Amy's sister) she was puking (yellow and some came out her nose).

Tiffany is here visiting (okay, she's also doing laundry, but it still counts).

My eldest brother, Stan, is in town, and I've convinced him to stay with us tonight.. that's somewhat monumental in ways I won't explain.

And tomorrow my wife celebrates another birthday....I need to call her parents and thank them.

Dogs, fences and fancy bows will have to wait another day.

This is the blessing of time.

Sunday, February 15, 2004

THE WILD BUNCH

Amy's birthday is Tuesday so we had an impromptu party tonight, before her sister leaves town tomorrow.



Oh the excitement.

No one was left out...no matter how much they tried.





SIZE MATTERS

It's the small things.

The Sun is out today.

The backyard is drying out.



The dogs can play outside, and won't be covered in mud.

It's the small things.

A white cat ran across the street as I was driving to church this morning.



I'm not superstitious, but if black cats are bad luck on Friday the 13th, what does a white cat on the 15th symbolize?

I took it as a good sign.

It's the small things.

Late last night, Amy started having some unexplained twinges.

She became apprehensive and fearful of going to sleep.

Her sister, Lisa, came and joined us on the couch.

Lisa prayed a gentle prayer for peace, and sleep, and comfort.

It's the small things.

My wife stood next to me in church today.

We held hands and prayed to God.



Amy worshipped the Lord in song and I spent much of the time simply listening to her voice trying to conceal my tears.

It was the second time this year Amy has been healthy enough to be in church with me.

It's the small things.

That sometimes are big things.