...for free (continued)

Neither the hair shirt or the soft birth will do. The place where God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.

- Frederick Buechner

Me? I love to facilitate the "ah hah" moment. It's a huge part of why I loved teaching high school and why I've loved being a part of the communications team for Wycliffe USA. I've loved leading short-term missions trips, in part, because of this almost certain thing too.

I've found that whenever I'm obedient to God's call on my life -- whether it has been a call for a long or short season -- the "ah hah" seems to be involved. Often to my initial surprise. Often creating a personal ah hah or two along the way. And there, walking in obedience, I do find this meeting of my deep gladness and the world's hunger. Somehow, God orchestrates the universe so that each on of us is created for and called to a something that, when we follow, is fulfilling and is also true service. Maybe this is what a "spiritual act of worship" is all about in Romans 12.

What would you do for free?

Neither the hair shirt or the soft birth will do. The place where God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.

- Frederick Buechner

A few years ago I had the opportunity of co-teaching a customized version of THE NETWORK course (developed for Willow Creek) -helping people in the church identify their unique selves and then connect that design with the needs in the church and community and world for service. While the ideas we explored were all new to some, most people didn't have big struggles figuring out personality identifiers or understanding spiritual gifts.

The challenge came when we started talking about passion. "What are you passionate about?" seemed to derail most of us. For some, it was a reality that we'd grown up in a religious culture that seemed to say that our passions should all be extinguished for the greater good of holiness and obedience. Thinking that the there might be a place for extraordinarily strong feelings about anything was rather new.

For others, this part of the discussion seemed out of place. While the other discussions were about how God created us (personality) and gifted us (spiritually) this was about something else. We'd walk people through discussions and quizes - "What would you like to do with the rest of your life if you knew you didn't have to worry about earning money to meet your needs or the needs of those who depend on you?"

We talked about the movie Chariots of Fire and the scene when Eric Liddel is explaining to his sister that he knows he's called to serve in China, but he also knows something else that he can't ignore: "...when I run, I feel God's pleasure."

(OK. That's the end of PART ONE of this rambling. I'll post this now and then come back and add to it later. I'll eventually get to the part where I explain the image I shared above. It's from Wycliffe new and soon to go live website.)

Fantasy Football 2006

This is my fourth season as a fantasy football team owner. My team is named the Hubbard Squash. Yes, I named my football team after a vegetable.

I lost game one by a rather significant margin - though my score wasn't horrid. The team I played against had a great game.

In week two, my opponent and I had a tied score. Because my benched players had more points than his, I received the "win."

I've been trying to figure out why I enjoy doing this. I'm only a lukewarm football fan. Maybe I always wanted to be a fan and this is a way to pretend.

Is there therapy for this?

I love them. I always have.

I love shells.
Shells and rocks.
Shells and rocks and flowers.

Shells and rocks and flowers and snowflakes and lakes and pine trees and song birds and rushing rivers and...

Well, I like all that stuff, but most of it I really can't put into my pocket and bring home to sit on a shelf or in a jar to remind me of things I love and the God who made them and who I love even more. But shells and rocks, yes. If you visit my house you'll see for yourself.

It's not a recent involvment. I've been picking up rocks and putting them in my pockets since the first time I discoverd pockets. My test of whether clothes were good or not was usually two-fold: was the fabric smooth or soft against my skin and were there pockets?

It has been, however, within the past few years - maybe since I turned 40 and I quit trying so hard - that I've not apologized for this non-scientific attraction to these things.

So really...when my birthday comes and you're feeling some sort of urge to send a gift...rocks or shells will do. You won't be the first friend to give me those things as a gift and, I hope, you won't be the last.

A Long Walk Home

I've heard a few stories about long walks lately. They've been the kinds of stories that make me proud to be part of a long line of walkers.

Then I remembered this movie. The Long Walk Home. I used to show it to my American Literature students back in the day when I was a teacher in Indianapolis. In my humble opinion, every 16- and 17-year-old should be invited to have a conversation that this movie easily starts.

We'd watch the movie after we'd read Alan Patton's Cry, the Beloved Country. If I could have figured out how to cram it in without neglecting others important discussions of life and literature, I would have added Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird to the mix as well.

At the age of 17 I would not have considered myself racist. Does anyone? I suppose there are some who do so with pride. And truth be told, I was probably more ignorant than anything.

Today, more than 25 years later, I have a long ways to go before I'll say that I see people the way God sees them -- but He has, by his grace, walked me many miles in that direction. I'm thinking about these things more and more because of a new opportunity I have to participate in moving Wycliffe USA toward greater diversity. Ethnic. Gender. Age.

This new thing in my life is driving me to introspection and contemplation. I will likely be asking people to change their actions and attitudes and assumptions around this issue - that means I have to be willing to do the same. Lord, let it be so.

Perspecive

Sometimes I find myself saying that it's hard to know what God wants us to do. You've said it, too, at times when you are wanting to follow Him, but his shadow ahead on the road is so obscured by fog and darkness you can't even make out the shape of Him.

Then there are moments of uncomparable clarity. I find those often are woven into experiences of reading God's Word. He is at once mysterious and revealed. By the Holy Spirit living within us, we can understand.

Personally I'm grateful for men like Eugene Peterson who are gifted intellectually and wired poetically and submitted spiritually to Christ - and who paraphrase the Word in ways that wake me up. Like this passage from Micah:







This is pretty clear to me. And such a great reminder of perspective. Joel Hunter (my pastor at Northland Community Church) often reminds us that we take God very seriously, but not ourselves. We sometimes do silly things as part of our time together on the weekend to help us remember something we've been taught from the Word or to shake us out of our ruts. I know I need that. I need to remember to not take myself too seriously.

Does that surprise you?

We just needed ONE good photo...

Well, that's easier said than done unless a person is particularly photogenic or rather likes to have a camera pointed their way. Me...I find myself thinking so hard about whether my left eye is squintty like it gets when I'm more tired than usual or feeling stressed, that I get stressed and squint. I wonder if the person taking the picture is thinking about whether something is hanging out of my nose or not and trying to comfort myself with the reality that PhotoShop can fix that...usually. Then, if all else fails, I put on a costume (even if only in my own imagination) and become someone else getting their photo taken who likes it a lot more than I do. That, I've found, can be dangerous.

Take My Hand and Walk

A few months ago I prepared to share a bit of my story with my colleagues and chose to do it with music. I looked over the decade past and chose a dozen songs that illustrated some highlights along the way.

One of those was a song by The Kry that I heard for the first time during my last year teaching high school in Indianapolis. It was the same year that Mom went into the hospital with congestive heart failure on a Sunday and had a stroke there before the end of the week. The stroke left her paralyzed on the left side of her body. Mom's need for care (full-time from Dad and part-time from me) and my teaching schedule made for a rather exhausting remainder of that year.

I had no idea at the time that I'd be walking away from my teaching job at the end of that year. Despite all the complications of life, I was having my best teaching year ever. When it became clear that God was opening a door of opportunity for me on the staff of my church...when I had to announce my plans of this new thing to faculty and students I loved dearly...when it all looked way too complicated or difficult, this was the song that reminded me of the ONE who was leading me along this unfamiliar and sometimes difficult path.

A guy named Billy Crocket who sang (among other things) the blues declared in one of his songs that when you get to the deepest, lowest, bottom-of-life places, you find Jesus is there. I'm so grateful for that.

Take My Hand and Walk
The Kry

I know there are times
your dreams turn to dust.
You wonder as you cry
why it has to hurt so much.
Give me all your sadness -
Someday you will know the reason why.
With a child-like heart,
simply put your hope in Me.

Take my hand and walk where I lead;
Keep your eyes on Me alone.
Don't you say "Why were the old days better?"
just because you're scared of the unknown.
Take My hand and walk.

Don't live in the past,
cause yesterday's gone.
Wishing memories would last;
you're afraid to carry on.
You don't know what's comin'
but you know the One who holds tomorrow.
I will be your guide,
take you through the night,
if you keep your eyes on Me.

Take my hand and walk where I lead;
Keep your eyes on Me alone.
Don't you say "Why were the old days better?"
just because you're scared of the unknown.
Take My hand and walk where I lead.
You will never be alone.
Faith is to be sure of what you hope for
and the evidence of things unseen,
so take my hand and walk.

Just like a child
holdings daddy's hand,
don't let go of mine.
You know you can't stand
on your own.

So, is this what it means to be GLOBALLY MINDED?

I can't help but wonder, too, if this is a happy cow from California...