Sunday, October 31, 2010
diligence
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
India updates
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
think I'll go to Boston
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
my own benefit
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
a (false)gospel experience
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
time to think
- Why do humans love to hold onto meaningless junk? I have cleaned boxes and boxes full of "prized possessions." Some look like they haven't been touched in years, maybe decades. If I had my way, I would do less cleaning and more pitching. I understand sentimentality, but there's a fine line between that and hording. In addition to that, some of the homes I have journeyed to echo the same sentiment. I'm all for trying to remember the pleasantries of the past as much as anyone else. I still have various items from elementary school up through college. However, remembering the past shouldn't ever hinder our ability to live in the present.
- Right now might be the best time to be a Phillies fan. Regardless of what happens the rest of this postseason, we are living in the golden age of this franchise. We have three legitimate starters through at least next season and a young core to back them up. Our manager is also a genius when it comes to baseball (and not as much when he speaks in public). Having grown up through the Dark Ages of this franchise, it's nice to expect excellence from this team. I know some complain about the growth of the fan-base since 2008, and I can understand their concern. I have had many conversations with people who have no idea who Danny Tartabull, Greg Jefferies, Rico Brogna, Desi Relaford, and Heathcliff Slocumb are. These people probably couldn't even remember watching a game before 2006. While I wish every fan could ride with a team during the low times (see 2010 Carolina Panthers), I won't withhold a high-five or hug just because they jumped on the wagon later. Though I will get mad when they get tickets and I don't.
- The sport's media is ignoring the most pressing issue with the newest Brett Favre scandal. Being a distraction to his team and bad ambassador of the game are points Y and Z. A through X revolve around his failure as a husband and father. Here is a man who three years ago retired to spend more time with his family. After half a year with them, he felt the urge to play again. There was nothing morally wrong with this until this past week. Coming back has cost him his family, regardless of the final outcome. I pray for his wife who must be struggling with feelings of insignificance after her husband decided time with her wasn't satisfying enough to meet his professional and personal needs.
- With the first week of November right around the corner, the democratic process is the highlights of most news stories. Candidates are throwing their last-ditch efforts to get the votes of those on the fence. Unfortunately, they tend to use elementary school tactics in order to do so. Dragging your opponent through the mud is downright classless. If anything it guarantees a candidate to not get my vote. If only the rest of the voters would do the same. Then, maybe we would start to see some of the change we are all praying to see.
- Speaking of change in politics, I would love to see the rise of a legitimate third party in this country. I don't count the Tea Party as one, because they are essentially Republicans with an attitude (see Sarah Palin). The United States was never meant to be a two-party system. In fact, it wasn't meant to be a democratic system until Washington turned down the crown when nearly half the country seized at the thought of it. (He had the army and founding fathers behind him, so it was a legitimate option). I believe a lot of the problems we are facing are a result of the extreme polarization between the two parties. You can't like, agree with, or, even, vote for the other without compromising everything you stand for. Plus, the leaders of both parties are too self-motivated and self-interested to do what's right for our country.
- Hopefully, that's the last time I get into politics again. It's not what brings me joy at all. What does bring me joy? Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of thunder and sight of lightning. Last night, I watched the storm roll through. It was awesome! The sky lit up like the sun was shining as the rain soaked the earth. Personally, I love that our God displays Himself in such a loud and glorious way.
- I used to hate hot apple cider. I would only take it cold. No exceptions. Over the course of this fall season, the drink has moved up on my favorites list. Add a little cinnamon, ginger, cloves, and nutmeg to that cup of goodness, and I am ready for a nice fall evening. In honor of my friend Chad, that is a nice cup of "hot apple Gary."
Saturday, October 9, 2010
the cycle
Sin sucks.
Pardon my bluntness and mild level of vulgarity. But there is no denying the truth of the matter. As one who is redeemed, sin poses an even larger "suckiness" because, as Paul described, I hate and, yet, love it all at the same time. The Spirit within me wants nothing to do with it, but the flesh inside tries to hold on as long as it can. The only cure is to daily crucify the flesh to the Spirit. Unfortunately, that is always easier said than done. I look forward to the day when sin's defeat becomes a physical reality. All praise will be rendered to God like never before on that day!
Until then, I learn to hate, grieve, confess, and learn from my sins. While all are often arduous tasks, I find the grieving part to be the most difficult. Where is the fine line between Godly grief over the horrific nature of our sins and the worldly grief over the consequences and frequency? One leads to confession and worship, while the other opens the door to intense shame. Initial guilt is not necessarily bad because the Spirit can us it to bring us to the point of confession. When left it leads to doubt in regards to the forgiveness, mercy, grace, and love of the Father.
I find myself trying to "play the game" of dealing with my sin. Whether it is revealed to me or a swan dive right into, I immediately start juggling. It starts with a debate about confessing right away or letting it "sick in." Which do I think is the "holier" thing to do? Next comes rehashing the entire scenario again and again. Here guilt makes its home within. This way I can be "truly" sorry for what I done. It's not quite self-mutilation, but it's a close cousin. Finally, I convince myself that I have "suffered" enough. Now I have "proven" my sincerity before God allowing Him the ability to extend the forgiveness and freedom I am looking for. I mean I earned it, right?
This entire cycle is a disgusting twist of the gospel. God doesn't want to play games with me and my sin. He has every right to, but doesn't come down in His wrath over what I have done. Sure, I can be certain that discipline will come, but the motive behind it is altogether radical. He doesn't want to berate or dangle my sins over me until the guilt is too much to bear. He wants to remove them as far as the east from the west. His love and mercy draw me in with a desire to confess and find the freedom I desperately need. His discipline brings liberation not condemnation. He does it because He loves me and knows what's absolutely best for me. In this case confession, redemption, and freedom.
A song, Times, by Tenth Avenue North captures the struggles of my cycle while trumping them with the promises of God through Christ.
Now You pull me near You
When we're close, I fear You
Still I'm afraid to tell You, all that I've done
Are You done forgiving?
Oh can You look past my pretending?
Lord, I'm so tired of defending, what I've become
What have I become?
Well, My love is over, it's underneath.
It's inside, it's in between.
These times you're healing, and when your heart breaks.
The times that you feel like you're falling from grace.
I'm there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame.
I'm there through your heartache.
I'm there in the storm.
My love I will keep you, by My pow'r alone.
I don't care where you fall, where you have been.
I'll never forsake you, My love never ends.
It never ends.