Watching My Kids Play With The Racetrack

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Tonight the family spent time playing with the racetrack in the living room.  Now this is not any racetrack.  My parents bought it for me when I was three.  There is something special about watching my kids play with and enjoy a toy just as much as I remember.

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My friend Phil Schoenthal and I had epic battles using this track.  We transformed in into a downhill track.  It seems that I spent hours at Toy “R” Us examining the Hotwheels and Matchbox cars in order to figure out which one would be the fastest.  Most of my cars are  somewhere in the kids playroom except a few choice cars that hang on the wall.

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As a parent you see your kids reflect you in so many ways.  Sometimes it’s good, other times it’s bad or even ugly.  Being a parent in so many ways makes me grow older faster.  It seems that gray hairs aren’t too far away.  In other ways it keeps me young.  I can watch my kids play and it takes me right back to when I was their age.

I am reminded of how I ended up with this racetrack in the first place.  It’s kind of embarrassing to say but I got it after I cried for it.  It wasn’t the best moment as a kid, but it was worth it and my parents would say that they were glad that I cried.  Simply because it brought so much fun to our home.

Spiritual Disciplines: Prayer

When you look at the early church Acts 2:42 (New International Version) 42They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.  I have found myself challenged recently to spend more time in prayer.  Prayer should connect us to the Living God.   I have fallen in the trap of “pray without ceasing” such that I would ask for guidance from my Father throughout the day, but I would never really spend time praying for those around me, my church, my friends, my family, and  not-yet believers.  These prayers hadn’t really connected me with God.  Often these spur of the moment prayers were simply about me and as I work to be more outwardly focused I needed to ad some tools to separate a specific part of the day and the week toward prayer.

The main discipline that I have started doing is simply writing out my prayers.  This helps me to focus.  So I have two specific prayer journals with a third notebook to write down prayer requests and those I have been prompted to pray for.

My first notebook is “Praying through the Psalms.”  In this notebook I simply copy each verse from the text and then follow that with a written prayer.  The Psalms are so rich and have a way of reminding you who really is in control.  I find myself getting in the practice of praising God as well as lifting up my family in prayer during this time.

The second prayer notebook has an entirely outward focus.  The tool that has made this notebook rich is some little notebooks that Beki purchased for me.  Here is a link. They are incredibly small notebooks.  They are small enough to carry around everywhere.  I especially enjoy having it when I deliver bread to the apartments next to our church.   When I meet someone for the first time I can write their name and address and maybe a little note about what we talked about or a prayer request.  I also might write a name of someone that comes to mind throughout the day that I believe I should spend some time praying for later. That little notebook is simply a guide for my more focused prayer time later.  I then use a larger moleskin style notebook to write out my prayers once again.  Writing out prayers for whatever reason keeps me focused, more contemplative and frankly keeps me from falling asleep.  It is also an amazing reference.

It seems to me that Spiritual Disciples are different for everyone.  Praying is different for everyone.  My hope is that by reading this you may get some ideas, but in the end find out what works well for you in your spiritual journey and your connection to the Living God.

Jesus Never Called Us To Be Safe

Summer

College Reunion

Reunion

It seems to me one of the “test” of a good friendship is what does it feel like when you haven’t seen someone for a while is to ask a couple of questions.  Did it feel like “old times,”  was the conversation forced, or is it somewhere in the middle?   A couple weekends ago we were able to spend the evening with some college friends.  It may have been 8 years for some of us.  It simply felt like old times.   We laughed at the same jokes, and I could still see us hanging out together if we still lived near to eachother.

Gavin’s First Soccer Game

Pioneers and Settlers- Brennan Manning

I am currently reading Brennan Manning’s Ragamuffin Gospel.   This is from the book Lion and Lamb: the Relentless Tenderness of Jesus.

There are two visions of life, two kinds of people. The first see life as a possession to be carefully guarded. They are called settlers. The second see life as a wild, fantastic, explosive gift. They are called pioneers.

These two types give rise to two kinds of theology: Settler Theology and Pioneer Theology. According to Wes Seeliger in his book, Western Theology, the first kind, Settler Theology, is an attempt to answer all the questions, define and housebreak some sort of Supreme Being, establish the status quo on golden tablets in cinemascope. Pioneer Theology is an attempt to talk about what it means to receive the strange gift of life. The Wild West is the setting for both theologies.

In Settler Theology, the church is the courthouse. It is the center of town life. The old stone structure dominates the town square. Its windows are small and this makes things dark inside. Within the courthouse walls, records are kept, taxes collected, trials held for bad guys. The courthouse is the settler’s symbol of law, order, stability, and—most importantly—security. The mayor’s office is on the top floor. His eagle eye ferrets out the smallest details of town life.

In Pioneer Theology, the church is the covered wagon. It’s a house on wheels, always on the move. The covered wagon is where the pioneers eat, sleep, fight, love and die. It bears the marks of life and movement—it creaks, is scarred with arrows, bandaged with baling wire. The covered wagon is always where the action is. It moves toward the future and doesn’t bother to glorify its own ruts. The old wagon isn’t comfortable, but the pioneers don’t mind. They are more into adventure than comfort.

In Settler Theology, God is the mayor. He is a sight to behold. Dressed like a dude from back East, he lounges in an over-stuffed chair in his courthouse office. He keeps the blinds drawn. No one sees him or knows him directly, but since there is order in town, who can deny that he is there? The mayor is predictable and always on schedule. The settlers fear the mayor, but look to him to clear the payroll and keep things going. Peace and quiet are the mayor’s main concerns. That’s why he sends the sheriff to check on the pioneers who ride into town.

In Pioneer Theology, God is the trail boss. He is rough and rugged, full of life. He chews tobacco, drinks straight whiskey. The trail boss lives, eats, sleeps, fights with his people. Their sell-being is his concern. Without him the wagon wouldn’t move; living as a free man would be impossible. The trail boss often gets down in the mud with the pioneers to help push the wagon, which often gets stuck. He prods the pioneers when they get soft and want to turn back. His fist is an expression of his concern.

In Settler Theology, Jesus is the sheriff. He’s the guy who is sent by the mayor to enforce the rules. He wears a white hat, drinks milk, outdraws the bad guys. The sheriff decides who is thrown into jail. There is a saying in town that goes: those who believe the mayor sent the sheriff, and follow the rules, they won’t stay in Boothill when it comes their time.

In Pioneer Theology, Jesus is the scout. He rides out ahead to find our which way the pioneers should go. He lives all the dangers of the trail. The scout suffers every hardship, is attacked by the Indians. Through his words and actions he reveals the true intentions of the trail boss. By looking at the scout, those on the trail learn what it means to be a pioneer.

In Settler Theology, the Holy Spirit is the saloon girl. Her job is to comfort the settlers. They come to her when they feel lonely, or when life gets dull or dangerous. She tickles them under the chin and makes everything okay again. The saloon girl squeals to the sheriff when someone starts disturbing the peace.

In Pioneer Theology, the Holy Spirit is the buffalo hunter. He rides along with the covered wagon and furnishes fresh meat for the pioneers. Without it they would die. The buffalo hunter is a strange character—sort of a wild man. The pioneers can never tell what he will do next.

He scares the hell out of the settlers. He has a big black gun that goes off like a cannon. He rides into town on Sunday to shake up the settlers. You see, every Sunday morning, the settlers have a little ice cream party in the courthouse. With his gun in hand the buffalo hunter sneaks up to one of the courthouse windows. He fires a tremendous blast that rattles the whole courthouse. Men jump out of their skin, women scream, dogs bark. Chuckling to himself, the buffalo hunter rides back to the wagon train shooting up the town as he goes.

In Settler Theology, the Christian is the settler. He fears the open, unknown frontier. His concern is to stay on good terms with the mayor and keep out of the sheriff’s way. “Safety first” is his motto. To him the courthouse is a symbol of security, peace, order, and happiness. He keeps his money in the bank. The banker is his best friend. The settler never misses an ice cream party.

In Pioneer Theology, the Christian is the pioneer. He is a man of daring, hungry for a new life. He rides hard, knows how to use a gun when necessary. The pioneer feels sorry for the settlers and tries to tell them of the joy and fulfillment of life on the trail. He dies with his boots on.

In Settler Theology, the clergyman is the banker. Within his vault are locked the values of the town. He is a highly respected man. He has a gun, but keeps it hidden in his desk. He feels that he and the sheriff have a lot in common. After all, they both protect the bank.

In Pioneer Theology, the clergyman is the cook. He doesn’t furnish the meat. He just dishes up what the buffalo hunter provides. This is how he supports the movement of the wagon. He never confuses his job with that of the trail boss, scout, or the buffalo hunter. He sees himself as just another pioneer who has learned how to cook. The cook’s job is to help the pioneers pioneer.

In Settler Theology, faith is trusting in the safety of the town: obeying the laws, keeping your nose clean, believing the mayor is in the courthouse.

In Pioneer Theology, faith is the spirit of adventure: the readiness to move out, to risk everything on the trail. Faith is obedience to the restless voice of the trail boss.

In Settler Theology, sin is breaking one of the town’s ordinances.

In Pioneer Theology, sin is wanting to turn back.

In Settler Theology, salvation is living close to home and hanging around the courthouse.

In Pioneer Theology, salvation is being more afraid of sterile town life than death on the trail. Salvation is joy at the thought of another day to push on into the unknown. It is trusting the trail boss and following his scout while living on the meat furnished by the buffalo hunter.

Lion and Lamb: the Relentless Tenderness of Jesus, Brennan Manning, Chapter 3, Fleming H. Revell Company, Old Tappan, NJ, 1986.3

Leonard Sweet

Biblical truth is not a possession you wield, but a life you yield. — Leonard Sweet

Martin Luther King

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. — Martin Luther King

C. S. Lewis

I haven’t always been a Christian. I didn’t go to religion to make me happy. I always knew a bottle of Port would do that. If you want a religion to make you feel really comfortable, I certainly don’t recommend Christianity. C. S.  Lewis

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