Tuesday, August 31, 2004

fallen saints part 1
i am a very fallen saint who is asked every week to share with hundreds of people as their spiritual leader and pastor. For many years i felt like a hypocrite who had to pretend to be something he was not.
i've been trying to be real, but it's hard. We've all been burned. i am told often that i am not very pastoral. i don't act, look or dress according to the caricature of a pastor. For many years i wore this mantle like a badge of honor, secretly relishing my status as a maverick. But it is no longer something i am proud of. i have had to come to peace with my personality and not use it as an excuse any longer. it is who i am.
For years i stood up on Sundays and lied. i pretended i was something i was not. i think many of us play socially prescribed roles that we feel society, especially religious society, expects of us.
The result was that little by little i built up walls of frustration and fear. i knew that if people really knew me they would not want to have me as a friend. it was a crippling feeling.

i am wounded and chances are that you are too. For years i have tried to hide this from my friends and church, but no more. Though it pains me to admit it, i still struggle with many of the same issues, though with a bit more maturity and hopefully some level of grace.

Over the years i have come to realize that i am not alone in my feelings. Though in varying degrees, many of our leaders and front runners picture themselves as unworthy, temperamental, or marginalized. As a minister of religion i often run into these individuals selling cars or real estate. They are ordained ministers who, when pressed, admit they never 'fit the mould' and eventually the pressure was too substantive. Eventually they caved to peer pressure and criticism, leaving the ministry for less accountable environs. The damage to their psyche, however, was harder to flee from. Lingering doubts about their value and future remain.

and not just leaders. nearly all of us battle feelings of unworthiness. we have been dressed by a society that frowns on self confidence... the self confident individual is the arrogant individual. humility, humility, humility. this pressure towards such an unbalanced view of oneself has destroyed most of our confidence levels and relegated us to a life of insecurity and lingering doubts.

Within the church many of these individuals are relegated to the role of "youth pastors". A little known fact is that most youth pastors have a shelf life of only 2-3 years before leaving for good. Why is this? in extensive interviews they have admitted to me that they never "fit in", that the pressure to conform was overwhelming, and that most of their creativity was shot down by established mores and hierarchical power brokers within the church culture. They expressed a emerging frustration and heightening awareness of their own worthlessness brought on by repeated rejection and character assassination.

we have been dressed by a society that has repeatedly told us to be humble, contrite and never sound boastful or proud. self confident individuals are labeled as arrogant. the name of the game is conformity. those who seek a different path are largely misunderstood, marginalized and ridiculed.

and many of us have a very deep seated sick view of our own worth...

Saturday, August 28, 2004

legacy of an adopted child
annette, who always blows me away with her humble insights, writes a touching piece of prose on the anniversary of adopting her boy matthew. warning - if you are adopted... you'll cry...
betrayal
betrayal. check out susan's post here.

Thursday, August 26, 2004

a truly canadian story
Somewhere in Canada there are thieves with nearly 50,000 cans of beer they will have a hard time selling, although police say the truck driver who disappeared with the loot has been arrested.
read about our real national pastime here.
'Let's Just Cuddle'
finally help for all of us guys who need a translator to understand women.
from the horse's mouth
"If you are listening to a rock star in order to get your voting information on who to vote for, you are a bigger moron than they are. Why are we rock stars? Because we're morons."
-- ALICE COOPER.

as usual jordon is smarter than me
"Has anyone else ever noticed how all denominational websites are all the same and yet so many are frustrated with how little impact they are making and how so few people care about them. It reminds me of a news story I saw where the big three auto makers were completely ignoring what people were telling them about their websites and instead looking back and forth at each others copying the features and no one really wanted but they had to have because the other two had them. I think it was the same reason the Liberal and Conservative websites looked almost identical during the last federal election. Its weird because I think that denominations and seminaries/Bible Colleges could make a huge impact for the kingdom online if they would think outside the box."

read jordon's post.
if this boat is a rockin...
"My boat has been rocking recently. I think I'm fairly close to climbing out of it. I'm not completely sure where I'm going to land but I'm still excited about it. However, to be honest, there are times when I'm also afraid. Change has always been difficult for me."
read deb's post here.
looking for love
"In retrospect I can remember longing for love... searching and finding something... but never quite being satisfied... knowing the void needed filling but never sure as to how..."
read brander's whole song here.
i believe...
annette has a great post about believing in each other here.
be yourself
from thin spaces ( i love this post because it supports all my biases...)

"Be straightforward and honest about your true feelings. Rather be too rude than too smooth, too blunt than too kind. Rather say an unkind word that is true than one that is �nice� but ungenuine. You can always be sorry for an unkind word, but hypocrisy causes permanent harm."
and then i realized my blog time clock was wrong...
introspection
2:30 in the morning.
plato once said, "better a dissatisfied socrates than a satisfied pig." on nights like tonight i wonder if he was wrong. the life of introspection is fraught with frustration and angst, insecurity and ... well... frustration.

many of us spend an inordinate amount of time contemplating our existence. like many of you, i often wonder if i make a difference, the meaning of life, how many licks it really takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop, and other such existential questions.

have you ever looked at what Nietzsche condecendingly called "the herd" and wondered what it would be like to be less complex? to be able to amble on, day after day, with little frustration, little stimulus. to be able to justify one's existence while living a life of abject meaningless. have you ever wondered why people watch big brother 5?

socrates said 'the unexamined life is not worth living.' in some moments i wonder if such an elitist understanding of life is as noble as we have been lead to believe.

yet, like many of us, tomorrow i will wake up with complex thoughts and concerns. i will question values and mores, traditions and feelings. i may wonder if what i do counts. i may question the meaning of life. i may doubt my own will, perhaps even worth. we rehash our pasts and our past mistakes. some of us have been led to believe we find our worth in our success, or our job. for years i and many pastors defined our value by the growth of our churches, by how many people thought we were cool, by external motivators that could never be satiated.

often such inquiries only serve to bring insecurity and fear. many of us constantly second-guess our motives and actions. often we fall short of our own expectations. we become our worst critics.

on nights like this i often wonder if god just shakes his head at his children who
run on our hampster wheels of approval
and work our religion
and secretly know we don't measure up
and struggle to be appreciated
who need recognition
who jockey for position
who are slaves to our insecurities
love junkies
approval hounds
childish
fearful
small.

and then i sometimes think that our father must want to tell us to turn down, chill out, breathe deep, accept love, shut up...
and go to bed.

goodnight.


Wednesday, August 25, 2004

"fire and ice"
an excellent, yet controversial review of an excellent, though controversial book by jordon on our new resonate site.
"Americans go where no man has gone before; Canadians follow hoping to make that new place liveable. (p. 123) "

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

resonate is alive!
a cool group i am privileged to be a part up is now up and running! check out the details via jordon's blog and grrl meets world. they said it well, so i don't have to!

Monday, August 23, 2004

the paintball mayhem continues... now the yard is blue and i have welts... lots and lots of welts...
seek first to understand and then to be understood
...a principle i have tried to follow and consider as i encounter philosphies and traditions with which i have a limited understanding. i find it a relatively simple thing to spout off about perspectives i do not fully understand. like many of us, i have a limited understanding on a vast array of subjects. unhindered by the complete picture, i can be counted on for an opinion on most subjects.

i had a disturbing conversation with a close friend who was "tuned in" by another who believed herself to be an authority on a particular subject. my friend has an extensive understanding of this subject, possesses an obvious cultural advantage on the subject, but it did not stop this person from graciously condescending. unfortunately, this person seems to feel herself an authority on a variety of issues. she is not alone.

when i first got involved with first nations people i truly believed that i had something to contribute. i had worked, periferally, with many first nations young people. like so many, i assumed i knew more than i actually did.
...we regularly run into white people who wish to "inform" us about what is really going on... people who really have no clue, are unhindered by intrinsic understanding, have never been an indian, but believe themselves an authority nonetheless. it doesn't matter if you are a teacher with first nations students, a pastor, a ministry leader of native youth or a social worker, you don't understand. don't pretend you do. you really don't.

in fort mcmurray i became close friends with an openly gay man. to that point i had assumed that i knew what the gay community needed. assumed that i knew what "their problem" was. assumed i cold inflict my easy solutions to complex issues.

when we started working with homeless people on a regular basis i assumed that, inasmuch as i had encountered homeless people all my life, i knew the score. i knew their prognosis. i knew the socio-economic underpinning. i was wrong.

i have learned lately that no matter how close to a rape victim i may be, i will never truly know the pain they feel. i can love, mourn, and empathize with them, even help them, but never truly enter into their experience.

until you have been abandoned by a spouce you will not know the complex insanity of pain that brings. don't pretend you can. don't believe you understand. you don't.

if you have never been homeless, you don't understand. if you have never been an addict, you don't understand. if you're parents aren't divorced, you don't understand. if you are a man you don't undestand the woman's heart. if you are a woman you don't understand me. don't believe you do. you don't.

if you have never struggled with homosexual feelings, have never dealt with the disappointment of such a confession, have never known the guilt and the pain and the misunderstanding, you don't understand. i don't understand. i can care and love and empathize, but i really don't "know".

i am not as self-aware as i once believed myself to be. i have come to realize that i do not have the acumen that i once believed i possessed. the more i learn, the less i recognize that i know.

as a spiritual elder i recognize that i have a responsibility to reach out and relate to people who undergo a myriad of trials, temptations and issues. i honestly believe that i have an opportunity to enter into a vast array of circumstances, many of which i do not fully understand or appreciate. i am called to hurt with the hurting and cry with the tearful. we all are. the danger comes when i begin to pontificate about issues that others are far better qualified to understand and deal with. "seek first to understand" is a principle i struggle to abide with. i prefer to prescribe simple solutions to complex issues. it is easy to criticize those who attempt things i cannot begin to fully appreciate. in our obsession to "be understood" it is more than tempting to forget that we are all on the journey, that none of us has arrived and that we do not have a corner on the gospel, the truth, or even reality.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

the dragon...

When Bill Clinton met Nelson Mandela for the first time, there was an incredible conversation. Bill Clinton asked Nelson Mandela, "When they released you from prison, I got Chelsea up at three in the morning because I wanted have her see this. I knew it was a historic moment and I got her out of bed to see you released from prison.

"As you walked across the courtyard, from the cellblock to the gate of the prison, the television cameras focused in on your face. I have never seen such anger, such animosity, and such hatred. I mean, you usually can't see that so clearly revealed. It was all over you. It was intense hatred, intense resentment. President Mandela, that is not the Nelson Mandela that I know today. Could you explain what was going on?"

Nelson Mandela says, "You're the first one that brought that to my attention. I didn't know that anybody noticed that. But as they released me from the prison block and as I walked across the courtyard to the gate, I thought to myself, 'They've taken everything away from me, my family is destroyed, my cause has been crushed, my friends are dead, anything, anybody, that meant anything to me, they've destroyed it all,' and I hated them with a fiery hatred. And then God spoke to me, and said, 'Nelson, for 27 years, you were their prisoner, but you were always a free man. Don't let them make you into a free man, only to turn you into their prisoner.'"

We have to be careful when we fight the dragon, lest we become the dragon.
one solitary life.
great prose...

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in still another village, where he worked in a carpenter shop until he was thirty. Then for three years he was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn�t go to college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where he was born. He did none of the things one usually associates with greatness.

He had no credentials but himself. He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against him. His friends ran away. He was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While he was dying, his executioners gambled for his clothing, the only property he had on earth. When he was dead, he was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today he is the central figure of the human race and the leader of mankind�s progress. All the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together have not affected the life of man on this earth as much as that

one solitary life
dance as though...
Calvin Miller, in The Singer, paraphrases one of the beatitudes as saying, �blessed are all those who yet can sing when all the theater is empty and the orchestra is gone.�
it's hard to sing when no one else will listen. hard to try to when no one else cares. hard to serve when no one will notice.
why do i care?
freakin american bears can't hold their beer
a canadian bear wouldn't even be making a pass at your ugly sister yet!
olympic greatness
finally an olympic event i can rock at!

Friday, August 20, 2004

recipe for disaster
2 paintball guns + 1000 paintballs + my back deck + no restraint = a pink and blue backyard
from rick's blog
The journey is not intended to be the same for each people group, worldview, or culture... For each culture, the misperceptions and reasons for rejection are different. The only thing that remains constant is the journey.
read the whole blog here.
are you postmodern?
read jordon's assessment here.
am i worthy?
"It's hard to accept that I'm worthy of love"
the rest of the query on suzy's blog.
this kills...
the way i see it:

this kills the church from the inside out
this kills families from the inside out
this kills friendships from the inside out
this kills marriages from the inside out
this kills lives from the inside out
this is killing the world from the inside out

"What is it?" you ask.
read the answer on brander's blog here.
very real quote...
"it's not love because... it's not love if... it's love
...period.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Payton
check out rod's amazing photos of his new daughter!
finding identity
great insight from deb's blog. read the whole thing here.
"If I can impress people with all I do, they won't look closely enough to see who I really am. I keep track of the good things I do as if that will somehow give meaning and value to my life."
too much money, no brains, no sense of reality
just when you think some people are the shallowest individuals the world has ever known, they manage to drain a little more water out of the pool...
here's what i scored on yet another personality test. i used to be more confident!
Enneagramfree enneagram test
true love.
from brander's blog:
what will it take for the people of God to realize that God truly loves them. that people truly love them. then they have the "permission" to truly love themselves. i mean how can you "truly give love to another human being if you haven't received and embraced it WITHIN yourself. isn't that hypocritical. i know i do it all the time. i think they call it"genuflecting" or something like that. putting on an air of humility. but in reality its selfishness love not selfless love. if we really loved ourselves we would receive compliments graciously and thankfully knowing we are blessed by people whose loving words are for our healing. but we are so damn pessimistic and afraid of being hurt or being taken advantage of"AGAIN". or abandoned or not receiving the same love in return or whatever issue. talk about guilt and fear all over again.
thailand
dropped my son off at 3:30 this morning for his trip with Nicki's Seed to thailand to visit orphanages and children with AIDS. it was not without some drama. someone stole his traveller's cheques. he will be able to pick up replacements in Chiang Mai.
i have a feeling this will be a very transformational trip in his life.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

homosexual lifestyles

Campolo writes:
My friend Jim, a pastor in a poor urban neighborhood, told me this story:

"The undertaker called me early one morning because nobody wanted to take the funeral of a man who had died of AIDS. I said I'd do it. Some 25 homosexual men came to that funeral, and the whole time I spoke they just looked at the floor. Afterwards, at the cemetery, I read some scripture, closed in prayer, and then started to walk away. But they just stood there as though frozen, so I came back and asked if there was anything else I could do.

"One of the men said, "'Yes. I never go to church anymore, but back when I did, I loved it when they read from the Bible, especially the King James. You didn't read the 23rd Psalm. Would you read it?'" Jim read the 23rd Psalm. Then another man said, "There's a passage in the 3rd chapter of John about being born again. I like that."

So Jim read that. Then a third man said, "The 8th chapter of Romans, right at the end -- that's what keeps me going."