"It's that man down the corridor," he explained. "Every time I go by his office he's just sitting there with his feet on his desk. He's wasting your money." "That man," Ford replied, "once had an idea that saved us millions of dollars. At the time, I believe his feet were planted right where they are now."
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Efficiency
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Lost in Something
- From the book So You Don’t Want To Go To Church Anymore
by Wayne Jacobsen and Dave Coleman
Friday, August 29, 2008
Eight Ideas
1. The church is not a building nor is it an institution. The local churches are comprised of bands of followers of Jesus who meet together to strengthen and encourage one another.
2. There are more than one or two people who have the gifts of teaching and pastoring. Pastoring is a gift, not necessarily a career.
3. There is much more to following Jesus than adherence to a set of doctrines.
4. Following Jesus is not praying a prayer, which incidentally is not found in the Bible. The call of Jesus is always: “Follow me”?
5. Genuine, authentic relationships happen within the context of smaller groups.
6. Effective evangelism is not creating sanctified “safe houses” where nonbelievers can meet us. Jesus went into the world.
7. Spending millions of dollars on facilities and equipment is not wise stewardship.
8. More information is not going to cure the spiritual anemia in the Body of Christ.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The Problem With Religion
Dear Dr. Laura,
Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and I try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind him that
I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the specific laws and how to best follow them.
a) When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord
b) I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in
c) I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness
d) Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?
e) I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath.
f) A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an Abomination
g) Lev 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?
h) Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by
i) I know from Lev 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?
j) My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them?
I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.
Your devoted disciple and adoring fan
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Ministry
Friday, May 30, 2008
Vital
Monday, May 26, 2008
Two Goodbyes
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Following Truth
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Where Do You Live?
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Unity
-Adolf Hitler, Nuremberg 1934
"Christianity means community through Jesus Christ and in Jesus Christ. No Christian community is more or less than this. We belong to one another only through and in Jesus Christ."
Friday, May 16, 2008
How It Began
Eric Dodds writes in Pagans and Christians in an Age of Anxiety: “Christianity was open to all. In principle, it made no social distinctions; it accepted the manual worker, the slave, the outcast, the ex-criminal….In the second century and even in the third the Christian Church was still largely (though with many exceptions) an army of the disinherited. Christians were in a more formal sense ‘members of one another’: I think that this was a major cause, perhaps the strongest single cause, of the spread of Christianity.”
This was not a conceptual love and concern for one another. This was genuine love that prompted action.
Rodney Stark remarks:“Pagan and Christian writers are unanimous not only that Christian Scripture stressed love and charity as central duties of faith, but that these were sustained in everyday behavior.”
How times change.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition
It is easy for me to make judgments about people – especially if I am unconcerned with the truth. In order to feel better about myself, I can remotely determine the deeds and motivations of others. But, such harsh judgment is in profound contrast to Jesus’ teaching. He tells us that we will be judged with the same standard we judge others. When I look at my life, I know that I must be judged mercifully, compassionately, understandingly and surrounded by grace. If this is what I know I need, then this is what I must give.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Intentionally Clueless
Sunday, May 4, 2008
We All Want To Be Heard
“Many people are looking for an ear that will listen. They do not find it among Christians, because these Christians are talking where they should be listening. But he who can no longer listen to his brother will soon be no longer listening to God either; he will be doing nothing but prattle in the presence of God too. This is the beginning of the death of the spiritual life, and in the end there is nothing left but spiritual chatter and clerical condescension arrayed in pious words. One who cannot listen long and patiently will presently be talking beside the point and be never really speaking to others, albeit he be not conscious of it. Anyone who thinks that his time is too valuable to spend keeping quiet will eventually have no time for God and his brother, but only for himself and for his own follies.” – Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
A Certain Teacher
Just as we do not acknowledge the impact of others, others do not always acknowledge our impact in their lives. Once we reach the other side, I am convinced that we will be amazed at the consequences of the spontaneous small kindnesses and the benefit of the passing compliments. Someone is learning from how live.
Maybe it would be a good thing to send a note to someone who has made a difference in our life. How much could we encourage someone if we took a moment and simply acknowledged their influence in our lives? Once I publish this post, I know that I am going to begin a search for a certain former teacher.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Still Standing
I've been thinking that the problem is not so much that we don't know people; the problem is that we don't know people well enough. Our culture encourages us to stay on the surface and never venture into deeper waters. Since our friendships tend to be more superficial, it takes little to interrupt them. A gust of neglect or a forceful bout of gossip is more than enough to propel us away from one and towards another. Repeat cycle. Remain lonely.
Quality is better than quantity. In genuine friendship, deep is better than shallow and permanent is better than temporary. The quality of our relationships is revealed in the amount of stress and pressure they can withstand. Only true authenticity provides the helpful resistance that makes our connections stronger.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Life Explained
"Not very long," answered the Mexican.
"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."
The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
"And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."
And the moral of this story is: ......... Know where you're going in life... you may already be there.
(From http://www.toilette-paper.com/jokes/racial/lifeexplained.html.)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Shhhh!
I've noticed lately how often I find myself interrupting others, as though whatever I want to say is more important than what they share. Often I talk about whatever I want to tell and then find myself saying "And how about you?" just before I leave or before I end the call. What new things could I have learned or what burdens could I have shared if I had just listened?
Larry Hagman, the actor who played JR in Dallas, had a habit of taking one day each week and remaining silent for the whole day. I imagine that such a regimen made his speech more deliberate and thoughtful during the rest of the week. For me, I just want to learn to be quiet during a conversation or two and just listen. Listening can say so much more than talking.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Who Matters?
So much of my life has been wasted in trying to correct rumors or track down gossip. "Someone said this..." or "Someone said that ...." It is as futile as trying to put a chicken back together after a weekend with Colonel Sanders...it just isn't going to happen. I have learned that those who want the truth seek the truth. Think about this: Do you really care about someone's opinion of you if they are so easily swayed by a malicious whisper? Do you want your friendships determined by polls? Me neither.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
What We Really Need
I don’t need someone who will make things better, just someone who will help me see how things are.
I don’t want someone to lift me up; I want someone who will climb with me.
I don’t want someone who carries me; I want a friend who will walk with me.
I don’t want someone to dress my wounds; I need someone who will share their bandages.
I don’t need inspiration; I need dedication.
I don’t need platitudes; I need candor.
What I need is a friend.
Monday, March 31, 2008
A New Day
It was terrible, but now I am disarmed.
I am no longer frightened of anything because love banishes fear.
I am disarmed of the need to be right
And to justify myself by disqualifying others.
I am no longer on the defensive holding onto my riches.
I just want to welcome and to share.
I don’t hold onto my ideas and projects.
If someone shows me something better –
What is good, true and real is always for me the best,
That is why I have no fear.
When we are disarmed and dispossessed of self,
And reveals a new time where everything is possible.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Julio Reminds Me Of Someone...
Julio Diaz has a daily routine. Every night, the 31-year-old social worker ends his hour-long subway commute to the Bronx one stop early, just so he can eat at his favorite diner.
But one night last month, as Diaz stepped off the No. 6 train and onto a nearly empty platform; his evening took an unexpected turn.
He was walking toward the stairs when a teenage boy approached and pulled out a knife.
"He wants my money, so I just gave him my wallet and told him, 'Here you go,'" Diaz says.
As the teen began to walk away, Diaz told him, "Hey, wait a minute. You forgot something. If you're going to be robbing people for the rest of the night, you might as well take my coat to keep you warm."
The would-be robber looked at his would-be victim, "like what's going on here?" Diaz says. "He asked me, 'Why are you doing this?'"
Diaz replied: "If you're willing to risk your freedom for a few dollars, then I guess you must really need the money. I mean, all I wanted to do was get dinner and if you really want to join me ... hey, you're more than welcome.
"You know, I just felt maybe he really needs help," Diaz says.
Diaz says he and the teen went into the diner and sat in a booth.
"The manager comes by, the dishwashers come by, the waiters come by to say hi," Diaz says. "The kid was like, 'You know everybody here. Do you own this place?'"
"No, I just eat here a lot," Diaz says he told the teen. "He says, 'But you're even nice to the dishwasher.'"
Diaz replied, "Well, haven't you been taught you should be nice to everybody?"
"Yea, but I didn't think people actually behaved that way," the teen said.
Diaz asked him what he wanted out of life. "He just had almost a sad face," Diaz says.
The teen couldn't answer Diaz — or he didn't want to.
When the bill arrived, Diaz told the teen, "Look, I guess you're going to have to pay for this bill 'cause you have my money and I can't pay for this. So if you give me my wallet back, I'll gladly treat you."
The teen "didn't even think about it" and returned the wallet, Diaz says. "I gave him $20 ... I figure maybe it'll help him. I don't know."
Diaz says he asked for something in return — the teen's knife — "and he gave it to me."
Afterward, when Diaz told his mother what happened, she said, "You're the type of kid that if someone asked you for the time, you gave them your watch."
"I figure, you know, if you treat people right, you can only hope that they treat you right. It's as simple as it gets in this complicated world."
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89164759
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Self-Contained
What would happen if I took half of the time that I spend thinking about myself - my appearance, my financial security, my goals, my objectives - and invested that time in thinking about others? What could be transformed by seeing myself through the Father's eyes instead of the eyes of self?
"I care very little if I am judged by you or by any human court; indeed, I do not even judge myself. My conscience is clear, but that does not make me innocent. It is the Lord who judges me. Therefore judge nothing before the appointed time; wait till the Lord comes. He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and will expose the motives of men's hearts. At that time each will receive his praise from God." 1 Corinthians 4:3-5
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Holy Hand Grenade Grenadiers
The "plain truth" is meant to be balanced with "plain grace." Truth alone can be damning. Satan himself is called "the accuser" in part because all he does is point out fault without providing hope. It takes no spiritual gifts to point out the wrongs in someone's life. It takes no insight to prey on the shame and guilt that most of us already feel. What does take the presence of Jesus is to walk along with others in relationship. It takes the active work of the Holy Spirit to keep two hearts united as together they follow the Father. What difference would it make if these "prophets" were as quick to point out the truths of grace, hope and healing as they are to find the splinter in their victim's eyes?
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Demons of Stupidity
Hello! Mr. Adams,
Mr. Adams I just want to tell you that I don’t really appreciate you making a mockery of my faith. I used to think that your comic strip was funny, now I think it is very disgusting and not funny at all. I have found your last comics strips in reference to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ very offensive. There is a place for everything and there is a place for humor and humor has its limits, especially when it comes to those things and issues that some of us hold as sacred. I will pray for you and that some day you may come to know Jesus as your Lord and Savior. Otherwise you will find Him some day as your judge, and He will justly judge you for your sins and whether or not you believe in Hell that day you will believe and you will repent when you see Him face to face, but then it will be too late. Repent from your wicked ways and stop making fun of my Savior.
Thanks for your time.
Pastor (name deleted),
California
The Response from Scott Adams:
Thank you for taking time out from feeding the poor to complain about comic strips. I know Jesus would have played it the same way.
Scott
Steady
Life is more like a river than a waterfall. It can meander from place to place. In some places it deepens and in other places it is shallow. There are rapids here and calm pools there. No matter what its momentary course, no matter what its state, it flows. It moves steadily in one direction. Like a well-lived life, it moves steadily, day by day, in one good direction.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Faith
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Wisdom to See
You cannot change a mind that is not open to the truth.
You cannot move someone who is determined to stay.
You cannot give sight to someone who will not open their eyes.
But, there are many here among us who want help. There are many who seek the truth. We know people that want to move to a better place. We will meet people today who are squinting because their eyes are still adjusting to newfound light.
We cannot help those who do not want help. But, there are so many, many who do.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Follow the Light
I wonder if I will leave a trail of light wherever I go today. Will I leave reminders of hope, grace, truth and love? Will I leave the people I meet better off than when I encountered them? Will the Father's light which shines on me shine from out of me? Will I leave a trail of light?
Monday, February 25, 2008
Out of Sight...
Now, the point of these thoughts is not to question the necessity or value of hospitals, nursing homes or special care facilities. Nor am I trying to solve the problem of poverty. However, the point I am trying to make is how easy it is to avoid the inconvenient and the unpleasant. It is infinitely easier to ignore the difficult than it is to engage the difficult. Not seeing a problem helps me to ignore any attempt to solve it.
Life, as it really is meant to be lived, is messy, difficult, unpredictable, beautiful, joyous, painful, crushing, exhilarating, bitter and sweet. To miss the difficult is to miss part of the experience.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
What? Huh? Oh yeah....
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Fifty-Fifty Faith
In a relationship, faith is an active quest. Our faith is tested and stretched, but it is our desire to see it grow and deepen. Such confidence does not grow haphazardly. Faith in a relationship does not grow simply by not giving up. Real faith is a decision made over and over and over.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
The Tall and Short of It
Whenever we compare ourselves to others, we are inviting problems. Depending on who we choose, we can appear shorter or taller, slimmer or larger, or better or worse. We can do the same comparison with our struggles. If we choose someone who struggles more obviously, our secret sins do not appear so bad.
We all struggle. We all fall short. Comparison is a no-win game. If we are going to compare ourselves to anyone, we should compare ourselves to the one who we most desire to be like.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Just For Fun...From Craigslist!
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and Snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the Guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an Elevated Cell, so he is safe.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Busy, Busy, Busy
This got me to thinking about priorities. Doubtless the “movers and shakers” who were holding my friend’s desires captive believed that they had many, many important commitments. His concern was just one more thing on their list. But, when something so important to someone is buried in schedules and commitments, maybe the schedules are too crowded and the commitments are too numerous?
We often confuse busyness with productivity. The more we are doing, the more we believe we are getting done. But this is not the case. We live in a culture that desperately runs from appointment to appointment, commitment to commitment and place to place without any clear direction as to where it is going. We are busy, busy, busy and lost, lost, lost.
Perhaps we are trying to do too much. If someone would look at my schedule, would they be able to clearly see the priorities that I believe are important or would they see a clutter of activity? Would they be able to clearly discern the people who matter most to me or be able to see the causes for which I care? Or would they see a life that is busy with stuff and has no real substance? To do a few things and do them well is better than doing a lot of things poorly.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Eight Wonderful Benefits of Fear
Fear keeps us from trying because we are afraid that we will fail.
Fear changes what we say in private to something different in public.
Fear forbids us from changing.
Fear conforms us to the expectations of others.
Fear makes us try to hold on to things that we cannot keep.
Fear pushes us to embrace religion instead of Jesus.
Fear makes genuine friendship impossible.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Great Distinction
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Calling
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Name Your Monster
The speculation as to how this monster appears has been fevered. Cleverly, the film makers do not reveal the creature in the trailers. All that is known is that there is a very angry big monster taking the city apart.
Do you know what your monster looks like? Could you describe the monsters that wreak havoc in your life? Knowing who they are is the first step to transforming them into friends.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Dear Internet Porn,
Dear Internet Porn,
These last ten years have been quite a trip, have they not? My letter to you now, however, is not one of celebration... I don't feel like we are the same anymore. We just don't have that passion we used to.
When we first met I was a loser, and you were there for me. My parents told me that you were no good for me, but I didn't listen. You showed me that there were plenty of people like myself getting laid. It was beautiful and passionate. Your softcore erotic videos were a tasteful introduction to my budding sexuality.
As I got older I started seeing girls on the side. I knew you were jealous, but you have always held a special place in my heart. You became naughtier and it affected my relationships. I started wanting all the things I had seen you do. I wanted to be just like you.
But that's when I realized your dark secret, Internet Porn. You aren't real: you are a fake and shallow individual. You lied to me and changed my sexual expectations. Now no girl can please me.
I know it isn't all bad. You've taught me so much. I can surf the internet with either hand and I know all the keyboard shortcuts for my browser. I know positions that aren't even in the Kamasutra. But you have such a dark side. I've been late for work more than once and I find myself wanting you at six in the morning. That's what you've done to me.
Even now, on the eve of Christ's birth, I sit hunched over my computer. I had to turn the nativity scene around so that Jesus wouldn't see your filth. Try as I might, I can never hide you well enough either. It is harder to find you squirreled away on my hard drive than it is to get into my online bank account. Yet there is always lingering evidence. I've told you time and again to stop leaving your things at my place. But you ALWAYS forget something: a shortcut here, an unclear history there.
There's no acceptance when you are discovered either. It might have been ok when we started - just innocent flirting with softcore. But now, I hate that you always invite your shadiest friends over when you come.
So I have one request. I know I can't get rid of you... you are the psychopathic stalker to my teenage horror film. But if you won't leave me alone, can you at least do me one favor? If I ever die, can you please format my hard drive? All of them? If you can't do that, just burn my place down. My family can never know of my shame.
- Your shamed lover
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