In Deed and In Truth

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Blog Lovin

So, apparently my two sisters, younger and older, have decided to start their own blogs and give their own personal rant on subjects and ideas that they deem worthy enough to take away time from their families in order to write.  Interestingly enough the three siblings, though having all come from the same womb and nurtured in like kind, have completely different views and ideologies when it comes to the intimate thoughts wanting to be shared with those willing to share it with us.

This, of course, introduces and reinforces the notion that blogs were created for our post-modernistic idealistic society that allows our own truths be governed by our own mind, which is then socially shared through the medium that is the world wide web so that others can also buy into our ideology of the world and without any empirical evidence, declare it right or wrong, and/or ascertain that it takes multiple ideas to create one personal metaphysical belief system.

Fortunately, I’m grateful (shameless but necessary Thanksgiving plug), that for my sisters and I, our epistemological, axiological, and metaphysical beliefs are based not on personal opinion, for even though we were all raised in the same household, we were nurtured quite differently (and our physical anatomies declare our “nature” unequivocally different).  Our own personal philosophies are governed and directed by one thing: the Word of God.  It was instilled in us from the very beginning, from birth, throughout our childhood and the incessant hour long drives to and from church listening to country music, eating chicken soft tacos from Del Taco, trying but failing to understand the musical underpinnings of one Gordon Lightfoot.  The Word of God, the Scriptures, the Bible today permeates throughout our entire being as we raise our respective families and strive for marriages without regret.  The Word of God is never changing.  It is what we hope to base our philosophical foundation of life upon.

But it doesn’t mean we don’t have personal opinions bursting at the seams to be shared with the world.  Deep down, I suppose, we’re all insecure little children, asking our parents to put our colored drawing on the refrigerator door as a way to validate our existence in the eyes of others.  The internet is just that.  A refrigerator door.  And our blogs are our drawings, colored in and outside of the lines.

And even though I might be quite pessimistic about this entire situation, I’m quite ecstatic that my sisters are throwing themselves over this cliff with me.  I’m thousands of miles away from them and miss them tremendously.  Reading their blogs helps me reconnect with them in a subtle way.  They’re quirky, they’re witty, and they can be very misunderstood (right Ash and Er?) and very difficult (right Phil and Joe?).   But their take on the world and the insight to their own lives needs to be shared with those willing to share in it.  As my younger sister said:

this is just me trying to find an outlet for the nuttiness (not psycho-crazy-nuttiness, but just plain nutty) that bounces around in this head of mine, yet is eventually suffocated by my never-ending To Do List… then once again resuscitated by some (usually depressing) catalytic realization about myself or the world around me. 🙂

Well said…

And my older sisters response?…

Umm.. also.. well said.

In any case, welcome sibs, to the wonderful world of blogging.  It’s just another way for the three of us to fight over the refrigerator door.  The door is just a little bit bigger this time.


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November 26, 2010 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

No Autographs Please

No Autographs Please

A while back, I remember having a conversation with someone at an event.  Our conversation was going quite well and we were discussing many issues of the ministry.  Mid sentence, he stopped me from talking and asked me if I could take a picture of him and the speaker for the evening, that had just so happened to be within proximity of where we were.  At that moment, our conversation ceased as his conversation with the other person began.

What am I to think?  Obviously what I was saying wasn’t nearly as interesting as what he could be talking about with the other person.  In retrospect, the look on his face as I was speaking made it look like he had mentally checked out and was just looking for an opportunity to ask me to take this famous photograph.

I can’t fault him for his actions.  If you want to talk to somebody, then you want to talk to somebody.  I just hope that I’m never the cause of a cancelled conversation.

Coming in a day and age where there is so much exposure, self made, man made with an ease of publicity, anybody at any time can become popular on many levels.  Want to show your face?  Youtube it is.  Got something to say.  Podcast.  Afraid of exposing your face or voice?  Get a blog.  Anybody, anywhere can come out of nowhere and rise to prominence and fame.  (Daniel’s little horn anyone?)

But just as everybody is going in one direction, hoping for that recognition, I’ve been spending the last few years, trying to stay away from the pull of popularity.  (Even at this moment, this blog is read only by my family and a few friends.  Though this entry may make me seem hypocritical, I assure you, my intent for this blog is not for popularity.  In due time, it will be a vehicle meant for more theological, educational purposes).

As carnal human beings, there are insecurities that lie in wait.  When others begin to feed our insecurities, the more we crave it.  When others shower us with praise and push us toward celebrity status, it’s hard to remain humble.  The enemy takes hold of any opening, and we begin down a slippery slope.

As a Christian, a believer in Jesus Christ, we should all be defined by service.  I work, do the things I do, sacrifice, and toil because I want to serve.  I want to serve because I was bought at a price.  I want to serve because greater love has no man than this, than a man serve (lay down his life for) his friends.  I need to serve… because Christ served me by dying for me.  This act of service shouldn’t be done with attaining worldy rewards in mind.

Other pastors, preachers, teachers, speakers, evangelists, theologians, and clergy leaders may love the attention, crave it, and possibly handle it better than I could.  Kudos to them.  However, let’s not be mistaken.  I’m not saying that ALL attention is bad.  I just don’t want any additional attention that might tempt me to think of myself as anything more than a servant of God.

I’m not walking that path.  Give me the path less travelled by.  Let me walk the road marred by sacrifice and tears.  Let me trod the trail that evidences no sign of celebrity compromise, blinded by the flash of photography.

And let me walk it with Christ leading me.

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September 9, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment