Random

Just a couple random thoughts I had on the drive into work today.

1. I started an experiment to see how much slowing down on the highway would truly save on gas. Driving to work for me means about 18 miles, 15 of which are highway with very little traffic (i.e. no "stop-start" rush hours)and about 6 intersections off the highway at least 3 of which I have timed out to catch the green light. Prior to the experiment I was filling up with gas once a week - occasionally once every 8 days. Last Tuesday (8 days ago) I filled up after work. I have slowed my highway driving to 60 MPH from 70-73 MPH. Today I am still above the "half tank" (barely).

2. Dry cleaners who wish to save money yet still maintain a semblance of organization could e-mail claim slips to customers. Saves on paper and ink costs and provides the consumer with at least the idea that they will keep the order straight. I thought first about texting slips, but realized that would probably require development of new software and expensive computer upgrades. Surely there is a cost-effective, streamline way to e-mail them.

Prayer OF my Daughter

The summer usually brings about the breaking of evening routines. Routines that I love, by they way, such as reading with my son and praying with my daughter. One of the common things my daughter says in her prayer (at least she did as of May)is, "please help my brother and me to get along better and not fight so much."

One would think that as a father, it does my heart good to hear this prayer and recognize that my daughter realizes God is her help and hope to become all that He wants her to be. This prayer warmed my heart for about two weeks. Then I recognized "it ain't happening..." the bickering, teasing, and annoying of one another continued at the same level and at times worsened.

This got me thinking about Ashton's prayer, her ever evolving theology, and how she might be interpreting the fact that there is seemingly no answer. The possibilities I considered are:
1. She believes God is not hearing her which could mean she believes God could be unfaithful.
2. She believes this whole idea of getting along with my annoying brother seems to be even out of the reach of God (which I sometimes find myself believing... ahem!).
3. She says to herself, "I say these words at night as a part of my routine prayer and never really think about it again until it is bedtime and time to pray."

Knowing that any one of those possibilities is... err... possible, and knowing that my son, too, had been known to pray this prayer, I decided to take advantage of a teachable moment. The next time they starting having a mild bicker (because a major one means "meltdown" and "I'm not listening!!") I reminded them how they have prayed this prayer and asked them why they think God hasn't done anything. They thought for a couple of seconds and shrugged. I explained that God was not going to magically place a heart of camaraderie in them, but that He is going to build this in them if they allow Him to do so. When you feel yourself wanting to retaliate and annoy, that is the opportunity to allow God to work. It will take time, it will take intentionality, you will not be perfect.

I wish I could tell you that they fell down, tore their clothes, sat in the ashes and grieved over their behavior and/or celebrated with great songs of praise at this new revelation of the goodness and faithfulness of God, but I can't. That's OK, with me. I trust that God will continue his work and I am well aware that there are still SEVERAL opportunities a day for this prayer to be answered. I believe it is happening.

This same kind of thinking is present in adults, too. It is seen in the frustrated couple who prays God will help them love their spouse again, yet continues in the same distant, dysfunctional interaction that does nothing but further estrange them. Or the person who prays for a new job and does nothing but wait for the phone to ring. We miss opportunities for God's work in us all the time. MY prayer is that I begin to recognize them more often in my life. God is faithful.

Well, Hello Dolly...

Well, we just had a ill-planned trip. My brother's family and my family coordinate our trips to Harlingen (Christmas and Summer) so that we can all be there together. With our daughters in adolescence, the calendars fill up pretty quickly. So the only time we could all be together was SUPPOSED to be Saturday through Wednesday. It became clear by Sunday that we might have to leave a little sooner than expected because of a little hurricane brewing in the Gulf. By Monday, my step-mother was urging us to leave on Tuesday.

Judging from the initial reports on Sunday and Monday, I wasn't so sure we were going to encounter more than some harsh wind and rain and thought everyone was just a little paranoid.

We decided to go ahead and cut our trip short but not without going to our favorite Mexican food at Las Vegas Cafe. YUMMMM!!!!

I am glad we came back! My uncle and step-mother both had some damage and have been without power since 10:00 Wednesday morning. All are safe... Hot and bored... but safe.

Meanwhile, we had a great lazy last day of vacation yesterday while my family nearly blew away. Went to see Get Smart together ("that's not cheese!"). As we were leaving the theater, Seth offered his insight that it Get Smart was probably the best choice of movie for our entire family to see together since the boys didn't want to see Mamma Mia and the girls don't want to see Hancock. Dad is the only one who wanted to see Dark Knight. I still CAN'T WAIT to see it!!!

I liked having a day at home to recover from travel before going back to work.

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Yesterday evening, I came home from work, grabbed a quick snack and changed clothes to go mow the thick, lush grass that we had hydromulched in only 5 weeks ago. Of course, according to our water bill, it should have been lush and think or heads would roll... but I digress. For the last 20 years, I have only used a push mower because of the size of the lawns and a few weeks ago we purchased our first riding lawn mower (nothing runs like a Deere!). Along with the push mower came the necessary wardrobe of jeans and sneakers (or work boots). Yesterday, however, I made a conscious decision to start dressing differently when hopping on the Deere. I put on shorts, t-shirt, and an old pair of open-toe sandals. I stepped off the driveway into the thick, lush grass and IMMEDIATELY felt a sting on one of my toes like I have never felt before.

Before I knew it, I had dashed back on to the drive way, kicked off my shoes and was yelling, "OUCH!" a few times and louder than I ever intended. After I recognized how loud it was I was embarrassed and looked around to make sure no one was out in their yard to witness this display. I went back to the edge of the grass to see if I could see something crawling or flying away. I saw nothing.

I went into the house told Laurie about the incident and she gave me something to relieve the sting.

Returning to the job at hand, I backed the Deere out of the storage building and took it over to the driveway for some simple maintenance before trimming the thick, lush grass. I started to feel tingly all over and dismissed it thinking it would go away. I hopped on the Deere and started mowing realizing that the tingling getting more specific and moving up my body. Still, I was not too uncomfortable to be concerned. As I continued mowing, I began to notice that the area around my mouth started to feel numb and soon realized these bumps coming up on my arms that resembled small mosquito bites and knew I probably needed to stop mowing.

Laurie gave me 2 Bennadryl (sp?) and loaded the family into the suburban on our way to the minor emergency clinic. As we drove, I noticed those bumps and rash spreading along with the itching. I looked in the mirror and noticed my lips swollen to the point of looking like a character out of the Simpsons.

You know it is fairly serious when EVERY SINGLE PERSON at the clinic takes one look at you and immediately changes their countenance with looks of sympathy. The doctor walked in and within 10 seconds said, "Well, you certainly are allergic to something!" One booty shot and a Zantac later, the doctor says, "I want you to hang around a little bit to make sure." Discharge came about 20 minutes later with a little relief.

Next time, I'm wearing my jeans and work boots.

The Plight of Michael Scott

If you are a subscriber to any social networking interface (e.g. Facebook or MySpace) and you actually read people's "favorites" inevitably you find a host of people who list The Office among their favorite television shows. I have to agree that the Office is one of the funniest shows on television. However, I was a late-comer to the "office party" (pun intended even though its not very funny). I first started watching The Office during lunch via Netflix "view instantly" feature on my computer. As with anything I enjoy, I find increased satisfaction by over analyzing characters or the reason why I like it or why I had certain emotional reactions to characters.

The one character I find myself drawn to out of all of them is Michael Scott. Steve Carrell plays this guy with absolute genius. Genius because he adds just the right amount of distortion on what is socially acceptable to make it hilarious. On the surface, Michael is a goofy, awkward, insecure, disorganized boss. Some might even characterize him as self-absorbed to some degree. I would have to disagree with that sentiment. To me the most defining characteristic of Michael Scott is desperation. Desperation does require self-focus to get that aching need met, but it is not self-absorbed. I love the episodes that have brief flashbacks to his childhood when you see this is not a new issue for him. Michael Scott is desperate for love; desperate for acceptance; desperate for relationship. Think about every irresponsible, annoying behavior we have seen in him. It is motivated by that desperation. Even his emnity toward Toby is due to the notion that Toby and his rules stand in the way of him being more likable and accepted. Most of the time this desperation is so strong that he actually drives people away rather than drawing him to himself (Phyllis' wedding anyone?).

Last night I watched a rerun (new to me!) of the episode where Jan sues Dunder-Mifflin and Michael has to testify at the deposition. In that episode we see Michael humiliated by both his company and his girlfriend. Yet in each case he returns to them not out of a particular loyalty, per se, but a loyalty based on relationship. Think about Michael's last comment to the CEO, "I like you, too." Not, "I don't mind taking this one for the team" or "Dunder-Mifflin is a company worth defending because their products are so wonderful." When faced with the betrayal of Jan giving over his diary, he isn't confident enough just to leave it with "I can't believe you gave them my diary" but adds, "I love you" at the end with almost a question mark of, "do you still love me even though I just expressed anger toward you?"

The flaw in Michael Scott's thinking is that he must be more, do more to be accepted. Being Michael Scott is not enough. What he doesn't realize is in order to find relationship, love, and acceptance it is not from focusing completely on your performance and how others interpret it, but on focusing unashamedly on the needs of others regardless of what others might think of you. It is taking "self" out of the equation. The Apostle Paul urged this of the church at Rome

Love must be sincere, Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted
to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be
lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord... Share with
God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality. -- Romans 12:9-11, 13

We see in this passage that looking out for personal interests when forming relationships and meeting needs is empty. Too often we limit the application of this passage to those who are arrogantly self-centered. When service/love/ministry is motivated by desperation, the needs of the desperate one is actually the focus; the love is insincere. To sincerely love/minister to those who are in need is also an act of worship bringing glory to God.

I have to admit that at times I identify with the plight of Michael Scott. I think all of us do on some level because we are hard-wired for relationship. The example of Michael Scott should be kept at the forefront of my mind, to be so desperately self-focused works against the desire to be loved and accepted -- it pushes people away. To focus completely on others and Christ glory will draw others to Christ in me. Love must be sincere.

RIP Tim Russert

Just in case you have not turned on the television or been on the internet in the last two days, you should know that one of the premiere political analysts/scholars died Friday afternoon. Tim Russert was probably best known as the host of Meet the Press. I watched that show nearly every week. What I appreciated most about Russert as a professional was his tenacity to have questions answered without being distracted by political double-speak and avoidance. I appreciated his research and preparation for a guest and how he would use their own words for or against them without adding "spin" or bias. While most people would agree he voted most consistently with the democratic party, he seemingly did so, not as a party loyalist, but because that was the party that most aligned with his values. You HAVE to admire that in a such a public figure. He seemed unimpressed with a person's fame or powerful positions and simply wanted truth. Even though he was tenacious, he was humble and respectful. Russert is one of those people that you simply notice is intelligent but not because he is quick to flaunt it.

As a person, I respected Russert's value of family. He only wrote 2 books and both were about family. As a self-proclaimed Catholic, he was devoted to his faith. He was an unashamed Buffalo Bills fan. He was the kind of person I would have loved to have lunch with or just share a cup of coffee. I will miss him in my living room on Sunday mornings.

Appeasing Brooke

Here you go Brooke! I don't usually do these things, but since it came from YOU...

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1. Post these rules of the game first.
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What I was doing 10 years ago:
I was in my second year as Minister to Students at FBC, Brownwood.

Five things on my ToDo list today:
1. Deliver cases of soda to those who ordered for Ashton's fund raiser
2. See clients
3. Complete application for new board certification thing
4. Study/Review for Sunday morning
5. Have lunch with a friend

Five things I would do if I were a billionaire:
1. Pay off debts
2. Set up a trust for the kids
3. Travel with the family (all around US and Europe; cruises!)
4. Put in the most wicked pool in the neighborhood
5. Build a few vacation homes (Colorado; South Padre; on a nice lake)

Three of my bad habits:
1. Getting on internet and wasting time
2. Over planning/filling a day
3. Black tar heroine (just checking to see if you are reading...)

Five places I have lived:
1. Harlingen, TX
2. Brownwood, TX
3. Eastland, TX
4. Haskell, TX
5. Abilene, TX

Five jobs I have had:
1. Worked in an afterschool program for kids 1st year of college
2. Wild Game (mostly deer, javalina, and elk) processor (really!)
3. Minister
4. Therapist
5. Adjunct University Instructor

I am ignoring rule #3. I am not tagging anyone. If you would like to participate, please feel free.