Your Moment of Zen…

Zen_garden_kyoto I had a nice Zen moment last night... while I was making popcorn, believe it or not. 


After a long day, good dessert with my mom and step-dad, and then finally putting the kids down, the only thing on my mind was laying on the couch and watching a bit of the Flight of the Conchords DVD that Blockbuster had delivered that day. 

Of course, I needed comfort food to complete the comfort viewing experience- so popcorn

We make ours in a Whirly Pop- a pot that sits on the stove with a handle that you turn that ensures... Well, I don't know what it ensures. We seem to get maybe 2 unpopped kernals in each batch, and you have to try hard to burn it, so maybe that's what it does. 

But the thing is, you have to stand there for the whole 3-4 minute experience, just turning that handle. Not too fast, not too slow...

And when all I want to do is unwind on the couch and start that DVD, as whiny as it sounds, that 3-4 minutes turning that handle seemed like a freakin' long time. Turn, turn, turn... pop. Turn, turn...

It's ridiculous, but I really resented the whole exercise. I wanted my popcorn, but the thought of being forced to stand there, turning that stupid handle. Couch. Dvd! Now!

It was when I realized how ridiculous my impatience was, that I had my moment of zen. 

Was there something in the experience that was leading to such displeasure? I mean, is it somehow torturous or unreasonable to turn the crank for 4 minutes? Especially when the result was buttered popcorn? Not unreasonable at all- the problem is, I couldn't handle the exercise, mainly because all I could think about was what I wanted to get on with next.

In other words, an inability to be present to and with a very mundane task- even a short one with a pretty obvious payoff, made the doing of that task just miserable. 

So, all buddha-on-the-mountain-like, I decided to be present to the turning of the handle :) 
Just to tell myself- for the next 3 or so minutes, this is what I'm doing. I can't make it go faster- it is what it is, and to get where I want to be (on the couch with popcorn) I have to go through this, not around it. 
So for 3 minutes, I focused on turning the crap out of that handle- doing the task and doing it really well,  finding the perfect balance between fast and slow, listening to the popping and the scraping of the mechanism as I turned it. Smelling the popcorn. Picturing what was happening inside the pot as the oil and corn interacted... 

Just actively doing what I was actually doing, rather than actively wishing I was actually doing something else. 

As my heart rate descended and my agitation eased, I realized how often I get myself worked up about doing things I have to do. If I want to get where I'm going, I have to drive (or bike or walk) there. Until they invent the teleporter, it's pretty much a given that I'm going to spend some time getting from point A to point B. Now, what I do during that time... Whether I rage against the traffic or internally accept the fact that this is going to take some time and I have no control over what that amount of time is- that all my anger and angst won't move the traffic in front of me one little bit- well, that's my choice. 

I can choose to be present to the task of driving (which honestly is probably better that texting, twittering, reading RSS or any of the 100 other things we do in our cars now)- I can choose to do that task, or whatever task I am doing "with all my heart" as the Apostle Paul says, or I can internally rebel at the task I have to do now, and so make myself miserable while doing it. 
And which do you think will ultimately yield not only a calmer, happier self, but better results in everything I do? 

Yeah- that's what I think too. 

Pastoral Energy a zero sum game?

Is creative and/or pastoral energy a zero-sum game? Or does that energy, expressed and put into play beget more of the same?


I'm feeling creative, mentally, but when it comes to actually expressing that creativity, letting off the chain and onto the page, I'm coming up short. But it does seem as though once I get going- once I have some momentum, things are much more likely to move from idea to actuality (thus the random thought blog about some random thoughts... my hope is that beginning to write again- anything- will just prime the pump)

Monday was one of the best days I think I've had- both in family and in ministry in a long, long time- and that those two (feeling like I had a home run day in both family and ministry) should come together? What an amazing thing. I made breakfast for the fam, ate with them, had multiple pastoral/coaching opportunities during the day where I felt like to one extent or another I had some good listening energy as well as something to offer, cooked dinner for the fam and ate together- did the Lompoc with the guys and had plenty of energy for that... just a good day of paying attention to other people and feeling like I had more than enough energy for it.

Yesterday, though- not so much. Not a blow-out disaster- just not a lot of wind in my sails. And by 8pm, I was absolute toast.

Why is it that writing/thinking energy seems to beget more of the same, while pastoral and family energy doesn't?

Is that a function of introvertedness? 

And how does someone who's essentially an introvert (but can put on the extrovert hat when needed) find a way to more consistently fire on all four cylinders when it comes to the pastoral/people side of life- taking care of my family and taking care of the those around me?
 
Who's got some wisdom here?





Punny

Wow. After over a year of using SXC, the free stock photo website known as "Stock Exchange"... I just now realized that it is a pun! I must be amazingly dense!

Picture 2

"KOKOMO, Ind. —  A pastor brought out a dirt bike during a church service to demonstrate the concept of unity. Now he's demonstrating the concept of healing.

Jeff Harlow, the senior pastor at Crossroads Community Church, broke his wrist when he lost control of the motorcycle at the start of Sunday's second service, driving off a 5-foot platform and into the vacant first row of seats. He underwent surgery on the wrist Monday.

"Jeff has already laughed a lot, so he's OK. I think his pride was bruised," said his wife, Becky.

Becky Harlow said her husband had recently attended a motorcycle race in Buchanan, Mich.

"He had this idea that he would bring this bike out onstage and show people how the rider would become one with the bike," she told the Kokomo Tribune. "He was going to just sit on it and drive it out. He was just walking the dirt bike out onstage and somehow it got away from him. It was not intended."

No one else was hurt.

Jeff Harlow had performed the demonstration at earlier services Saturday night and Sunday morning without incident."

-Fox News

I blame Ed Young Jr for this. Seriously! :)

HT: Scott Bridwell

Actual video here

UPDATE: They cut off the video before he does the jump!!! What's up with that?!? :) Doesn't this guy realize he could be a YouTube Superstar???

DropBox!

I posted this on PastorHacks, but those who don't read my other blog as well as this one... :) Too good not to share...


DropBox! I had seen it talked about elsewhere, but lacked a beta code for trying it out. 


But since I've lost a few sermons/files/other jive here and there over the past couple of months due to inconsistent backups, I knew I needed an always on, immediately syncing/backing up solution

Enter DropBoxPicture 1  Dead simple backup with 2gigs of space. And free! I installed the program (Mac OR PC), clicked the taskbar icon, dragged my sermon folder to the window and... voila'. Backed up.

A simple test confirmed- I opened last week's sermon, made one change and saved and... instantly backed up. 

Files, folders, pictures, music- whatever. Drag and drop and FORGET. That's the best part. I have backups elsewhere, but nothing that automatically backs up the moment I make a change.  

Seriously- why can't .Mac Mobile Me make it this simple? I feel like this is the utility I have been waiting all my life for... 

Okay- a little hyperbole, but when I think of the masterpieces I have lost due to hard-drive crashes between backups...

I have 10 invites for those that want 'em- give a shout out in the comments and I'll pass them on later today. 

Trust me- I think you want to use DropBox

The Blogger’s (and Others’) Prayer

"Take control of what I say, O Lord, 

and guard my lips.
Don't let me drift toward evil
or take part in acts of wickedness.
Don't let me share in the delicacies
of those who do wrong.

Let the godly strike me!
It will be a kindness!
If they correct me, it is a soothing medicine.
Don't let me refuse it."

Psalm 141: 3-4






Jane’s zen garden…

... is coming along nicely.


Jane's zen garden...



Jane's zen garden...



Powells Books

I was just buying a book off of the online Powells store. Anyone else notice something strange about the options they present here...?

The Joker…

When Pirates of the Caribbean first came out, everyone who saw it thought Johnny Depp's Jack Sparrow was both wonderful and familiar- he seemed to be channeling someone but we couldn't quite put a finger on it. Then the realization came... OH... he's doing Keith Richards. 


There's been a lot of buzz about Heath Ledger's Joker in the latest Batman movie. It is a good performance (I saw it this morning- wasn't being very productive at my day-off-writing, so... what can I say?), I don't know if it's exactly Oscar worthy. But...

A third of the way through the movie I'm looking at the way he was smacking his lips, the sideways talking, the nasal accent... and I'm thinking- this seems really familiar. Who's this guy doing???

And then it hit me...

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He's doing Al Franken. 

Go see it- you'll see. Tell me if that's not what he's doing! 
It's a great movie- you should totally go. In fact, I'm up for seeing it again. Anyone else? 


A healthy take on Reformed Theology…

Reformed theology- love it or hate it... but you have to admit it tends to be more of a point of separation and division in the Body. 
Here's a take on how that could be different with just a bit of a mental adjustment by those who fly the Reformed flag...

Just imagine if THIS was what those who espouse Reformed theology were known for...

From Justin Taylor:


I believe in the sovereignty of God, the Five Points of Calvinism, the Solas of the Reformation, I believe that grace precedes faith in regeneration. Theologically, I am Reformed. Sociologically, I am simply a Christian – or at least I want to be. The tricky thing about our hearts is that they can turn even a good thing into an engine of oppression. It happens when our theological distinctives make us aloof from other Christians. That’s when, functionally, we relocate ourselves outside the gospel and inside Galatianism.

The Judaizers in Galatia did not see their distinctive – the rite of circumcision – as problematic. They could claim biblical authority for it in Genesis 17 and the Abrahamic covenant. But their distinctive functioned as an addition to the all-sufficiency of Jesus himself. Today the flash point is not circumcision. It can be Reformed theology. But no matter how well argued our position is biblically, if it functions in our hearts as an addition to Jesus, it ends up as a form of legalistic divisiveness.

...

My Reformed friend, can you move among other Christian groups and really enjoy them? Do you admire them? Even if you disagree with them in some ways, do you learn from them? What is the emotional tilt of your heart – toward them or away from them? If your Reformed theology has morphed functionally into Galatian sociology, the remedy is not to abandon your Reformed theology. The remedy is to take your Reformed theology to a deeper level. Let it reduce you to Jesus only. Let it humble you. Let this gracious doctrine make you a fun person to be around. The proof that we are Reformed will be all the wonderful Christians we discover around us who are not Reformed. Amazing people. Heroic people. Blood-bought people. People with whom we are eternally one – in Christ alone.


-Ray Ortlund:

Read the whole thing.