Sunday, October 30, 2005

More on 16-15...


"God is smiling on the Gamecocks" - Spurrier

Thought this was an interesting quote. Does God really have a hand in intercollegiate athletics? If so, the Gamecocks are clearly God's chosen ones. Joe Morrison was our Moses (do the research). Since being set free around '84 we've wandered through a desert of mediocrity with glimpses of manna from the sky (2 Outback Bowls). If last night was a glimpse of what's ahead, I sure can't wait to reach the Promised Land!

Work with me here, it's humor, not blasphemy!

16-15... 'Nuff Said




Just your average UT fans on a night with Spurrier in town....






Spurrier - 8
Fulmer - 3

"Steve Spurrier owns Phil Fulmer" - Mark May

"You know that commercial where they say, 'Sit, Ubu, sit?' That's Steve Spurrier talking to Phil Fulmer" - Lee Corso

Tennessee, you've been owned!

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Two Underrated Songwriters (and an album you should own by each of them)

Ben Harper (and the Innocent Criminals) – Fight For Your Mind

Few artists today carry a message as powerful as Ben Harper’s. You can’t go wrong with any Innocent Criminal album, but this one probably takes the cake as far as songwriting is concerned. From the stripped-down roots opener ‘Oppression' to the string-laden ‘Power of the Gospel’, this disc is focused, earthy, and most importantly, truthful. On Fight For Your Mind, Ben writes from the heart and touches the roots of human experience like few can do.

Bill Withers – Live at Carnegie Hall

I’ve been saying for years that Withers is the most underrated songwriter of the 20th century and this album hammers that opinion home.

Live at Carnegie Hall proves two things:

1) the man is a genius
2) his band was outstanding live

Anthems such as ‘Lean on Me’, ‘Ain’t No Sunshine’ and ‘Use Me’ mix well with lesser-knowns such as the soulful protest song ‘I Can’t Write Left-Handed’ and the funky urban masterpiece ‘World Keeps Going Around’. Bill’s music speaks candidly and poignantly about life, love, and justice. A must for not only soul/funk/r&b fans, but for any real music fan.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Life Lessons from an Amusement Park

Yesterday I had the privilege of an all-expense paid trip to Carowinds theme park in Charlotte, NC. My sole duty: to oversee the health, happiness, and well-being of 14 middle and high school youth.

In all the trip was not only a great bonding experience for myself and the youth, but a trip on which I learned several lessons.

First Lesson: You'll Never Know What You're Missing Out On If You Don't Take Chances

After riding a double-loop rollercoaster one 7th grader decided he'd skip the ensuing dangers of 'The Hurler' in favor of a Rugrats ride where you dump water on unsuspecting folks below. His companion: yours truly. While the ride was surprisingly fun (and wet), I was weary I'd be passing up thrill rides for Nickelodeon characters the rest of the day.

With some good-natured peer pressure he agreed to take on the Top Gun rollercoaster, "with 6 stomach-twisting inversions," after lunch (of all times) and loved it. I loved it. We all loved it.

After a number of 'level 4' thrill rides, he told me he never thought he'd be able to ride the rides he did that day and that if he hadn't he never would've known how much fun they could be.

A good lesson for us all.

Second Lesson: There's No Reason To Fear If You Have Faith (as well as some extra cash from your parents)

Following a life-changing 60mph, 153-foot bungee drop one 9th grader exclaimed, "That was awesome! The next time someone asks what I'm afraid of I'll tell them, 'nothing'."

The reason: he had fun. Why did he have fun? He had faith. In bungee ropes. In his harness. In God. Sure, he'd spent his dinner money on a 30-second bungee jump, but the lesson learned was well worth $12.

The next time I'm afraid... of rejection, of losing out, of failing, of falling, of being human... I need to remind myself to trust that there's something a little stronger, a little greater, than myself. Something that just might keep me from going 'splat' on the ground below.

Final Lesson: Ultimately our lives aren't determined by what we do or don't do but by how we learn from the ups and downs of each day we're lucky enough to face. Sure, we'll falter. Sometimes we may even hit the ground. But even if the strength we have is simply inside, there is something greater than ourselves that helps us up, brushes off our knees, and keeps us taking chances time and time again. It keeps us striving. It keeps us loving. I couldn't want it any other way.

Always Reforming in a Postmodern Ethos: The Paradox of Our Calling

“To criticize a church for being big is to imply disbelief in Christ's commission.... A church gets big because its spirit is big.... Nobody ever started a business without hoping that someday, if he or she worked hard enough, it would be a big success. That is the American dream, isn't it?” – Pamphlet from Roswell Street Baptist Church in Atlanta

http://hirr.hartsem.edu/bookshelf/thumma_article2.html

Reading this quote while researching ‘megachurches,’ my brain was thrown into a frenzy, questions and thoughts bouncing around my head like lightening in a jar. The thought that stands out to me the most centers on the culturalization of religion in America, which leads to a church diminished.

From my experiences, culturalized 'megachurches' feel as though they’re impoverished of two crucial spritual elements: tradition and the sacred. Hence why many worship services now resemble rock concerts.

Another type of loss can be seen in the diminishing of the traditional mainline church and a fluctuation of people to such culturalized churches. I am reminded of this at least once a week when I pass by Shandon Baptist’s massive “worship center,” currently under construction. I’m reminded when I think of the faces that left the congregation I grew up in for the upstart Seacoast Church (where “less tradition, more gimmicks” should be the motto).

As a Presbyterian, I’m a spokesman for being the church, “always reforming.” Still, there’s a paradox out there lurking like a wolf under Grandma’s bedclothes. If we give in to it we’re next week’s breakfast, if we ignore it we’re eaten alive on the spot. There is no one answer as to how we approach this paradox. We’re still learning. The great challenge for the mainline church today is in how we respond to the needs of people in a postmodern ethos without compromising our traditions and without compromising our faithfulness to God.

Briefly back to Shandon’s new sanctuary. Their website notes that the “building fund” slogan is “God’s Purpose, On Purpose. Building for Eternity”. This raises another question. How do we really know what God’s purpose for anything is? Some might say we could head down to Lifeway and pick up Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life for the answers. Tradition, on the other hand, teaches us that the answer comes through discernment: prayer, scripture, and engaging the community.

Is God’s purpose for the church to resemble the “American dream?" I sincerely hope not. Is God’s purpose for us to buy the fanciest sound equipment, build the largest building, tout the highest attendance, and wield a seven figure budget? I have my doubts, but it’s not entirely out of the question.

As a young, idealistic Presbyterian, God’s purpose as I see it is for God’s people to engage a hurting world with love. Admittedly how we do so is up for interpretation. Is our love for God and others shown through these materialistic needs of the church and her people? Or are we so wrapped up in the capitalist ideal of ‘bigger is better’ that we risk sacrificing our integrity to self-serving idols?

I include my own church in the mix of idolaters: my denomination, all three congregations for which I’ve worked, and every church I’ve step foot in or come into contact with. I also include myself. Any self-professing “Christian” who doesn’t needs to take a long look in the mirror.

In the end I’m willing to question the ideals of the Presbyterian Church alongside any other church. I don’t fear wondering whether or not we’re conforming too much to society or if we’re trying too hard to bury our heads (usually in the name of guess what… tradition). In the end we both succeed and fail to answer God’s call. In the end we’re both wrong and right.

The question the church, any church, must ask is if it’s trying to please people (not to mention itself) or if the church honestly desires to heal the suffering, strengthen the weak, free the oppressed, and, consequently, change the world. Once we can begin coming to terms with that ideal we’ll find ourselves on the narrow path Christ implores us to live.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

God only knows...

At times I wonder what the hell’s wrong with the world. Evil? Yes. But what is evil? We all have our presuppositions. They all vary, and of course, like every other issue, we’re all “right” and those who disagree are “wrong”.

Truth be told, we’re broken people, fallen people, confused people, people seeking some answer to the questions filling our heads. We’re all on a journey. We all have a destination and only God knows where it all ends. We fear our brokenness. We fear vulnerability, so we hide our inner imperfections.

‘How are you?’ we say. ‘Fine’ or ‘good’, the reply. Why not say, ‘I’m having a shitty day. I worked longer than I wanted, my girlfriend and I had an argument, and I just want to sit down with a cold bourbon, some John Lee Hooker on the stereo and forget everything but the moment I’m living in.’

How hard is that? How hard is it for us to be honest, to be vulnerable? That, God knows, is just the tip of an iceberg that leads to loneliness, suicide, rejection, fear, racism, sexism, the death of Matthew Shepard, 9-11, Abu Ghraib, Darfur, DR Congo… the list goes on.

Is there a solution? Sure, but I haven’t quite figured it all out. I work in the business of solutions. I work in the business of explaining all the chaos we face. I work in the church.

Still, I question and debate. I doubt and I wonder where God is or isn’t at work in a confusing, broken, and hurting world. Is there a hand in everything or were our fore-fathers right? Did God make the world and take a hands-off approach? Short answer, in my truly unprofessional opinion, yes and no. God doesn’t create poverty. We do. God doesn’t punish “lost souls” with Katrina, or earthquakes, or war. If anything we punish ourselves by making God (or Satan) the scapegoat for both our evils and for the chaotic, natural events of our world.

What do I know? Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong. Only truth I can take solace in is the truth that God knows. And for that reason, I needn’t fear honesty, vulnerability, and reconciliation. For in these things is love. And if there’s anything I do believe, it’s that God is love.



PS - thanks to Eric for the inspiration.