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Your neighbor…

There is always that intellectual battle; if I only knew better, but I didn’t know. Well, we can all come up with many excuses and targets of blame.  Many times the excuse is that I, or we, don’t know enough. We are not prepared.  I need to learn more, I need to study more. I can’t help.

I will be honest, I have mumbled those exact words more than once.  Now the real challenge comes down to the point were is it truthful or just something we hide behind?  How many times have I walked past someone in need with extra money in my pocket? How often have I ignore the real need someone may have?  Many times it is easier to ignore people we don’t know, but why do we avoid picking the phone up when we see someone we know calling us?

There is a story in the bible that we may be familiar with. It is about a story that Jesus responds to the lawyer/pharisee. The person questions Jesus about helping others. In the story in Luke 10, Jesus explains about an incident where multiple people come upon a person in need and how many react. Check it out for yourself: Luke 10:25-37

An interesting situation is painted in this illustration. A priest and a Levite. Well if you did not know, the Levite in this story is a person that works in the church. A person that does know morally what to do.  Do you see the situation?  The priest and the Levite knew better than walking by the person in need. The priest did not need to go and pray and get further training on who he should care about. The greatest commandment, which Jesus reaffirms in this section:

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.

And you and I immediately jump right to that last section. He is not my neighbor! He is from somewhere else. My neighbors are not that bad. Really? Wow. We need to become a bit more aware of our existence. If you have ever been on a mission trip or to a country where you are not a majority, you will realize that our fellow countryman/woman is our neighbor. When you are in a foreign location you will be drawn to an English speaking person, someone that looks familiar.  Now when we are challenged with someone that we don’t know their name, we avoid them.

The bigger question comes down to the point, have you ever been in a situation where you have been in need?  I don’t even mean homeless. I don’t even mean living out of a grocery cart.  I am talking about in your life have you been in need of another person to notice you? We are people designed to be in community.  There will be a day, whether you want to think about it now or not, when you will desire acknowledgement of someone else. It may be a close relative or loved one that you need. It might just be a co-worker to acknowledge things are not going well.

How many times have you heard of a tragic situation where someone was depressed, sad or desperate and they do something crazy? I have had many situation in my life where someone did something really crazy, and I said, “wow, I did not know”.  There have been acquaintances of mine that have blown their head off with a gun, ended their life with a noose in the garage and inhaling exhaust fumes in the garage.  What does it take to look someone in the eye. To say hi, to acknowledge them.  We will not always make a difference. We don’t even have the ability to save everyone, but what could your life and relationships be like if you were more open and loving.

Yes, I said it, loving.  I believe showing compassion, empathy and the ability to listen and provide fellowship. Those are things we tend to question after someone we lose is no longer available.  If we were on an island with no one around we would not know the difference. But not many of us are isolated in a way to avoid fellowship with others.

Let us not continue to make excuses like the priest and the Levite that we need to prepare more. That we need to get in a better situation before we reach out to others.   This does not have to be about a homeless person on the streets. What about the neighbor you don’t know. The person that lives next door. Do you know what is going on in their life? Seeing news interviews of people saying “they were a nice person, never caused any problems” seems to be the common airing, but how sad is that?  We have people so close to us, and all we do is draw back and hide.  Here is the question I close with:

Do you look your neighbor in the eye or make a wide loop around them?

 

 

 
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Take a step of ….

I confess, I am a man and I like to be ensured that what I am doing or about to do is going to worth the energy and effort. Many times in my life I have gone after with full concentration and worked real hard to achieve those goals. Whether it was school a vehicle a job, etc. My own pride would fuel my desire to not give up. To not make a fool of myself.  The shame of attempting something and having others notice has been a fear of mine ever since I can remember. I think I am not the only one.

I will admit that I am not one of great worldly accomplishments. I have never fought in a military war. I am not a special forces officer, as a matter of fact, I don’t even have a child that has gone to school or let alone graduated. There are many things in life I have never experienced and many more that I will never even have a glimpse at.

I was reading this morning and this concept of my own security and confidence came to mind.  I might not have done the things above, but I have done a lot of other things. Most importantly, I still have an opportunity to do more, and so do you. I was reflecting on the concept of risk and not taking the opportunity to do things unless they were certain.  That is just a glimpse of the pride that controls me.  That pride that says go ahead, it is going to be alright. There are even times when I know something my be risky, but I also acknowledge multiple excuses to use if it does not pan out.

When I lack confidence and desire, I really am exhibiting my lack of faith. I know that God exists and that I am confident in the end of the story, but I get disillusioned some times with all the things in between now and the end. Many times I feel I have to prepare, plan and make sure everything is set prior to venturing out. That is not faith, that is the results of works.

In Matthew chapter 17 Jesus tells a familiar story of the mustard seed. He states that if we had faith of a mustard seed whole mountains would be moved. That just tends to shrivel me up even smaller.  I can’t do a lot of things, that must mean I really have no faith. Not even a mustard seed. Then I begin to read, study and do things to improve my faith. Warning sign… reading and studying will not increase your faith.   Our need is not to work up our faith in God, but to deepen our confidence in God.

When Jesus is talking about the ability to move mountains with faith the size of a mustard seed, he is not saying you need more faith to make things happen. (Which is what I seem to always hear). He is actually saying that it takes very little faith to accomplish great things.  My approach to many things in my life with the idea of making them more likely and less risky did not involve God at all. See the more I removed uncertainty, the more I relied on myself.

Don’t look for God to fill in all the blanks. Don’t wait for Him to remove all the uncertainty. Realize He may actually increase the uncertainty and leverage all the odds against you, just so that you will know in the end that it wasn’t your gifts but His power through your gifts that fulfilled His purpose in your life.

Hebrews chapter 11:1 says, “faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” This opens up another whole can of worms for me.  If I experience something and “see it”, then it becomes a reality, not a conviction of things unseen.  Hang with me on this for a minute. If I was told that the lake was frozen and it had enough ice on it to hold my weight, I would be a bit skeptical at first.  I would understand the statement, but I might not be that confident. Similar to my life when people explain situations and opportunities for me. They are understandable, but I just don’t have any confidence in them being true.  Now when I believe that that ice is  thick enough, and I step out there on it, that is faith. The assurance of things hoped for.  Now, once I step out there and experience it, that becomes a known fact for me, no longer requiring faith. It has been seen.

If we go only where we know and do what we’re certain will succeed, we remove our need for God.  We tend to rely on our own works, thoughts and behaviors.  We then become complacent with what we have done and then limit our potential of all things we have never experienced.

Let’s take a couple other examples.  How about if someone came up to you and said that they were going to string a rope between two buildings and get it really tight and walk across it. First thing that comes to my mind is “why?” what is the purpose?  I was reading about a man named Charles Blondin did tight rope walking around the late 1800′s.  He not only would walk the tightrope across such obstacles as Niagara Falls, but also in dramatic fashion.

He would balance chairs on the tightrope and even push a wheelbarrow. Now this got a lot of people curious about these activities. It is even reported that he pushed the wheelbarrow across the tightrope with his own 5 year old daughter in it.  Now onlookers seeing that this was a magnificent feat, would gather and watch the man.  Many of them would watch and then discredit the feat saying it was easy.

I will be honest with you. I have seen a lot of things done by people and I discredited them as possible. Even if I had never tried them. There is a story of a guy that mocked Charles and said that what he was doing was simple.  When the man was approached and offered a ride in the wheelbarrow, he was silenced.  Many times we can see things as possible, but we can not see ourselves as partaking in them.  What if the man offered you the opportunity to experience such a feat on his back. Just hold on and he would do all the work for you? That you would get the confidence to do it on your own? Well, Charles offered that as well.

Am I telling you to go kill yourself? To go jump off a bridge, no. What I am trying to tell you is that there is a calling for you to do more than you are doing. Regardless of how much you are doing. How can I say that? Because this life is more than what you can do. Life is so much more than what you can do. If you never tried anything again, you would only do what you have already done. Don’t limit your life. There is so much to live for.

And remember, it is not about making your mustard seed bigger, but believing that you have the power with the tiny mustard seed. You have what it takes, just don’t hinder it.

 

 
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If you do, what will I do?

Published on May 5, 2012 by in Faith, Wild Men of God

I was acting old school today and listening to a conventional radio, seems like every thing is iPod, iTunes, internet, etc. but I got the old antenna up and was spinning the wheel down the dial. For you people that don’t know what that means, it means I start the frequency all the way on the left and move it a little bit to the right until a station comes in and then decide to stay or move on.

I hit a station and I was taken back to the 70′s. It was a song I remember from a band called Cheap Trick, called “I want you to want me”. I remember it well. It was on a “Live” recorded album called “Live at Budokan. I remember it because it was like my first 8 track that I bought on my own.  I can’t remember all the songs on that album without looking them up today, but I can sure remember my childhood theme song.

Growing up I never realized my wounded heart, my void that would cripple me for decades.  I was an emotionally abandoned child.  I believe every person has that internal desire to be appreciated. To be cared about. When my dad died and I lost my mom to alcoholism, I was like a wandering sheep. I would go play all the time and never have a curfew, never had anybody come looking for me. Nobody worried that I was safe. There was that desire to know someone cared.

When the song “I want you to want me” came out, it had a good beat and it had some awesome words. Of course at the time I was just beginning to understand the desires for women, and I really focused this song in that direction, but in hindsight, my heart was crying out for any approval.  Some of those lyrics in the chorus were so catchy, were so raw and real to me…

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I’d love you to love me.
I’m beggin’ you to beg me.

Wow, really? I remember singing that at the top of my lungs, with no idea how deep that desire ran. As I sat and thought of about those desires, it was painful to recognize, I had no clue what I was asking for.  I don’t think that I am the only one that had or even has those desires today, but the scary part for me is my response.

See, I was asking for someone to care about me, but I never knew what to do when it happened. I had not clue and still struggle today with the idea of what the heck am I supposed to do in response to someone wanting me, begging me and loving me?  I reflect on the times in my life where I was fortunate enough to really have someone care for me, and I just treated it like a new toy. Admire it, enjoy it for the time and then wonder what was next Sort of like that child on Christmas morning that just blazes through the gifts as fast as they can opening them all and keep looking for something better.

I have come to the point in my life where I can be honest with myself and others. I am chicken, afraid. Just like those times as a kid singing that song, what are you going to do when the answer comes? Have you called out to God and asked him to love you? Do you know he does? Do you know that he begs you to beg him? He desires to be your everything?

That song just really reminded me that sometimes in life we don’t even know what we are asking for. It is amazing that after all these years, maybe He was using Cheap Trick to sing to my wounded heart before I even knew about him. He was whispering to my heart, I want you to want me….

For the complete lyrics you can click here -> I want you to want me – Cheap Trick

 
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Do you avoid being a rebel?

Back on this topic of rebel.  We discussed previously that a rebel is one that goes against the norm. The one that blazes his or her own path.  A rebel is one that has a thought, belief or purpose that they believe in. That sometimes others don’t see it their way. Many times a rebels are against society for the wrong reasons, but many times, they are just standing up for their own thoughts and ideas.

Many people see rebels as those going against standards.  This concept then tests our personal definition of standards. Many of the old standards that rebels used to do have become acceptable…  divorce, out of marriage sex, homosexuality, abortion, excessive use of alcohol, prescription medication, frequent job changes, prolonged unemployment and disability dependency.

Now with many of those things seen as acceptable, there are even more people creating movements to support such standards. There is a free right that is grasped to say we can do whatever we want.  Those are not the standards of years past.  Does that mean we have become more educated and no better now? I will boldly say, no.

Now if you are a person abstaining from sex until marriage, don’t drink or do drugs, you are the weird one. You are the one that is not going along with society, “the standard”. Then we can admit that you have become a rebel.  If you strive to make your life better and you do things that others don’t, the pressure to be passive becomes overwhelming.

Many people have pulled away from going to church, surrendering their lives to a higher power, taking daily inventory of their life, seeking guidance for better lfie. Many people would rather isolate and not embarrass themselves with sharing their shortcomings. They would rather pretend to be someone that other people expect.  When things are not comfortable with them, instead of saying something, they conform and just lower their own standards.

I believe in these times that we live in, that I would prefer to be a rebel. To be one that does not want to conform to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of my mind.

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. – Romans 12:2

I think if you are working on your own personal walk and relationship with Jesus Christ, you are a rebel in this world we live today. If you have a daily quite time and spend time really in prayer, not just on some Sundays, you are a rebel. If you continue to take your personal inventory and when you are wrong, promptly admit it, you are a rebel.  To admit your life is unmanageable and that you need help, you are a rebel.  If you identify people you have hurt and lovingly offer for amends you have done with no expected return, you are a rebel. If you confess your sins to someone else and pray for your enemies, you are a rebel.

Is green standard or red?

When we serve others out of joy and love, expecting nothing in return, we are rebels.  If we have love and compassion for people hurting and in trouble, we are rebels.  If we associate with people in worse conditions than ourselves, we are rebels.  If we come along side a person in need and we honestly pray with them and encourage them to persevere, we are rebels.

With this conclusion, I freely admit, I am honored to be a rebel!

We should serve people in a way to help them become more holy and Christ like and disciples of Jesus. If someone is sinning all the time and we keep serving them, we are enabling their sin. We are also to call people to repentance and help them grow in holiness. – M.Driscoll

May you take this information honestly and not use it bash others or judge others, but realize that rebellion was taught to be a bad thing with the objective was good. But when the objective becomes bad, rebellion is good.

 
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Rebel? Who?

I can remember as a child that a “rebel” was a bad thing. A rebel seemed to be the one that mom and dad said they did everything they were not suppose to.  Don’t be a rebel, that is not right.  As time goes by and things change in our life, I still believe being a rebel is not high on many people’s goal, but I challenge us on the definition of rebel. Not necessarily the definition of rebel, but maybe the example of a rebel.

The definition of “rebel” today is:

  1. a person who refuses allegiance to, resists, or rises in arms against the government or ruler of his or her country.
  2. a person who resists any authority, control, or tradition.
  3. rebellious; defiant.
  4. of or pertaining to rebels.

Well, reading those definitions, I can admit, I have been a rebel in my life from time to time. This is just kind of indicating that someone that just does what is not expected.  Which brings up the challenging question; has the threshold for being a rebel changed over the years?  What do you think? Is a rebel today what would be considered a rebel 10 or 15 years ago? Or maybe even a more difficult question is, would someone categorized as a rebel 10 or 15 years ago still be cast out?

There are some easy qualifications that lets us categorize one as a rebel. That would be one that breaks the law. As illustrated in the cartoon. Someone defiantly going against the law.  Now if you just simply agree that going against the law is rebellious, what about rules and expectations of society?

 

 
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Just say Thank You!

I have been working in my interpersonal skills in relating to my co-workers. I always have this desire to strive to succeed and advance.  I know that my pay and title really has nothing to do with my real success, but I still have the inner desire to compete and be my best, in whatever I do.  This brings me to the challenge I have in envy and pride.  When someone else gets a promotion, internally I of course question why I did not get a similar promotion. I immediately compare myself against the person and then remember all the times I felt that I did better than them. I then am reminded of the times they just did not know what they were talking about. How they fell short of my knowledge or performance.

Then, thankfully, I shake off that prideful desire that ends up roaring out of control.  I have learned lately that to be a better person, I should be the one to congratulate the person.  Wouldn’t I like it if one of my peers came and congratulated me if I got a promotion?  I had heard from some coworkers that they were going to get a new boss, and that was one of my peers.  Wow, really? Them? Boy I went to judgement and comparison in an instant. Then I remembered the challenge to be a better man…

I waited until they got all unpacked in their office, an office I would like to have myself, and then I saw them coming down the hall.  I waited patiently and as they approached, I smiled and said “Congratulations, good job!”. That was followed by, “for what?” COME ON!!! Really?  You get your first opportunity to get your own office. You packed up your cubicle with excitement last week and you knew darn well, this was a glass ceiling that you had been desiring for a while.

Then a peer, a very aggressive, competitive peer says “Congratulations”.  Then you follow up with “for what?”.  I brushed off the response at first and then indicated how great their new employees were, but a bitter taste overwhelmed my senses.  I know I took the higher road and showed growth in my maturity and walk, but the thought of arrogance and pride that oozed from this person was repulsive.  They wanted to hear me say how great they were. To verbally give them even more kudos.

With this lesson I will work on saying “Thank you” when a compliment is given.  I am usually trying to downplay any focus on myself, but now I have experienced where the inappropriate response can do just the opposite of what I intend.  Now this person might not have meant to be so arrogant, and I will just look past that in the future, but it is a great lesson to me when someone gives me congratulations and praise. I think I will look forward to the opportunity to say “Thank you, that is kind of you”.

 
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Are we lovable?

I have been reading a book by Craig Groeschel called “The Christian Atheist: When you believe in God but Living as if He doesn’t exist”. I have not gotten to far into the book and it is a very transparent, honest confession of a well renown pastor.  I believe I have truly broken the mold in my life where I believe in God, but act like he doesn’t exist.  But in my previous post about The Fear of “No”, I touched on the idea of rejection and the idea of not risking failure.  Then as I read tonight I come across this paragraph. It is preceded by the thought that in our minds we know that there is a God and that he can love people, but we question if we are lovable… coincidence? I think not.

Oddly, our disbelief doesn’t necessarily question whether God can or does love people. We Christian Atheists can easily believe that God loves other people; we just can’t comprehend how or why he’d love us. We hide our real selves from other people to ensure they won’t reject us. How much more we hide from God! There is just no way God could love someone as undeserving and evil as I am.

Wow, really?  So I can proclaim how great my God is. I can serve him and proclaim his name, but do I really believe he loves me? Do I really allow my heart to be hurt again? Maybe that is the fear I need to face.  If you need a good challenging book, I suggest picking up this book…

 
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The fear of “no”

As many of you know that have met me, I am pretty outgoing, social and free thinking.  I can go to places all by myself and blend in. I can go to events with thousands I don’t know and just engage with abandoned restraints.

I easily step forward with in a group and asked to describe what is on our mind. To offer thoughts to situations. To engage in tough situations, but there is the fine line that a person like me just avoids. It is those situations when we are vulnerable. When we are put into the situation of being accepted or rejected. I have lived many years and that fear of rejection still is so monumental.

It is a private challenge that faces me with females.  Even when I just want to hang out and have fun with no romantic intentions, there is the fear of being misunderstood.  Many times I just avoid the whole situation to minimize the drama, miscommunication, and yes, the opportunity of rejection.  When there is just a desire to ride bikes or go to a concert, the fear of being told no, or the embarrassment that the other person is surprised with the idea.

Recently I even challenged my self with a deal that seemed to difficult to happen and then when it occurred, I just chickened out.  There was this lady that I have conversed with a couple times at church, but don’t know her name. If you know me, you know I am horrible with names.  I had some tickets to go to a concert and in truth, got caught off guard when it was this coming week. I thought it was next month. My thought was that I saw this lady last week and we said hi, and I really liked the way she got into the worship service with limited restraint, very similar to myself.  I said to myself that if she happen to show up at church this morning, I would see if she was interested in going to the concert.

Of course the first thing I begin battling is the misunderstood intentions.  First of all, I just wanted to share the experience with someone, plain and simple. But would a “no” be in reaction to me, the concert or just a bad day/time?  If the answer was “no”, it would not matter the real reason, I would take it personal. I would be wounded and probably retract even longer and farther then before.

For you folks that know me, you have to laugh. I am probably one of the most outgoing adventurous person, but in reality, everything is a calculated risk.  I love excitement and new experiences, but rejection is monumental.  As a child I always desired appreciation and acceptance.  I would rather be left out than be rejected.

And how did the opportunity work out this morning? Ha, what a joke.  I arrived at my normal time, never saw her in the lobby and went on to my seat. Then, sitting there right in front of my normal seat, she was there.  She turned and smiled and we exchanged greetings, but what a chicken I am.  I do not even have enough courage to say, “I am sorry, I can’t remember your name”.  How in the world am I suppose  to ask this lady to go to a concert?  I sunk back into my seat and worship started. She worshiped in similar fashion that I expected and I had an internal encouragement that this was an affirmation to ask her. Since there were no intentions besides just going to the concert, what is the big issue?

Well the worship ended and then the message started. I got focused on the message myself and had a real good response personally to the challenges. When the service was over, I was determined to come up along side her and ask her if she had anything going on tomorrow or if she could get off early to go to a concert. Then as I approached her, her eyes were welled up with tears. Not sure if they were tears of sadness or tears of joy, but I had no guts to even talk to her at all.  Yes that is me, the big loud mouth, outgoing, bold, chicken.

Now, I was even told lately when I discussed this fear, that a no, might also be that the lady is shy. That she would really like to do what I ask, but maybe she is shy to the point of reacting with no, but desiring to say yes.  There is that whole situation where she might not remember my name also, and that she refuses to do something with someone that she does not even know his name.

I believe that I restrict my own life by putting up walls of boundaries in my life that limit joy and friendships, in men and women.  I will continue to work on just being me, but I just had to get out this confession of the fears and anxiety that face me in my inner most challenges.  If you too have some similar challenges either drop me a comment or email…

May the adventure be glorious. Most excitement and joy comes from results of experiencing moments when I am not in control and I am moved to scenes and situations that are not common or expected.

 
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Two goods don’t always make better

Published on April 10, 2012 by in Out and About

Well, I have been away on a mission trip and I have not dropped any insights here for a couple weeks, but now I have a lot of information to post some items for us to discuss and share.
This post is to discuss the concept that we tend to entertain, if something is good, it can be better if we combine it with something else we like.

I think you know what I am talking about; vanilla ice cream can be improved if you include brownies in it. That would prevent the need to buy both and combine later.

The specific item I want to review is potato chips. I guess I am just showing my age when I remember only about four different chips available: regular, BBQ, Cheetos and corn chips. That’s right, there were no such things as Doritos. I can remember when the world was rocked when Lay’s came out with Sour Cream and Onion chips.
I don’t know if you have noticed recently, but there is just a whole plethora of flavors available out on the market now. There are pizza flavors, cheeseburger flavors, lime flavored and I just noticed these yesterday: Enchilada, BLT and Tapitio.  These were all strange, but the strangest flavor I have ever experienced was on my recent trip to Colombia.  A friend had bought a bag and offered me a sample. I was a bit hungry and it did not seem anything out of the ordinary.

Yes, that is right. Chicken flavored. I have always liked chicken and what the heck, it might be a new sensation that did not hit America yet. Well, don’t look for this anytime soon. I don’t think any American company would allow this to pass a screening test. It was NASTY!! I have never eaten moist cat food before, but it sure smelled like the cans I had smelled before. When that chip hit my tongue, my throat locked up. It was not going to go down, it had to come out. A quick sprint to the bathroom assisted in disposing of the snack chip.

One of you readers might actually like this chip, but I would not bet on the chances with someone else’s money.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you!!

What have you tried that seemed like it should be a good improvement, but found out otherwise?

 
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Bogota, Colombia mission trip

Published on April 5, 2012 by in Out and About

Just to let you know, you can check out the happenings on my latest mission trip to Bogota, Colombia by going to this location:

http://ccclive.org/ministries/live/2012Bogota/

 
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