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Thursday, November 12, 2009

Sway: The Irresistible Pull of Irrational Behavior by Ori and Ram Brafman
This is an easy read and it's as amusing as it is informative. I also thought it was painful as some of the patterns of irrational behavior hit rather close to home.








Paths of Glory by Jeffrey Archer
Archer is one of my favorite novelists, but this book is creative historical non-fiction. It's about George Mallory who may have conquered Everest decades before Hillary. It's an escape into a bygone world in which the explorers of the final frontiers were attempting the most difficult explorations yet.

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Plowshares into Swords

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The United States Navy has a new warship. Christened the USS New York, the ship was forged from steel removed from the remains of the World Trade Center following the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. The decision to recycle the debris in this way has, admittedly, left me with mixed feelings.

On the one hand, I love the idea of recycling that steel in a way that both commemorates those that lost their lives on 9/11 and inspires those that are now faced with the US Military's ongoing response to those attacks. I cannot imagine that an American sailor could feel anything but pride when given assignment on board the USS New York.

On the other hand, I grieve the obvious juxtaposition between salvaging the remains of a peacetime workplace to create a warship and the prophetic promises of peace like that found in Isaiah: "[God] will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore."

Such a day clearly has yet to come. World peace is an elusive dream that frequently looks more like sheer fantasy than an attainable reality. And when there is violence, there is almost always retribution. Plowshares are beat into swords. Pruning hooks are fashioned into spears. People of peace are conscripted into armies of war.

I will leave arguments over the justifications for war to others who are smarter and better informed than me. Yet, we can exert our energy into praying for peace. And just in case you are wondering, there is a difference between praying and wishing.

Wishing is futile, but prayer has the power to transform--and not just by springing God into action. Prayer can transform us too. It gives us permission to live life in anticipation of what God intends for the world he created rather than in fear of whatever torments our enemies may intend for us. And we live, think, and behave differently when we anticipate God's transformation of the enemies weapons into instruments of peace than when we live in fear of those same weapons.

So pray for the day when the USS New York will no longer be needed as a warship--a day when it can be reconstituted as a fishing boat, a freighter, or perhaps even another high-rise building. Pray for the day that nations will no longer take up swords against other nations, nor train for war anymore. Pray to see machine guns melted down and refashioned as medical supplies, tanks transformed into tractors, and fighter jets into extremely fast crop dusters. And live in anticipation of God's promised future of peace.

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A Mean Game

Sunday, November 08, 2009

In the fall, I spend my free moments on Saturdays and Sundays watching football. That hardly sets me apart from most Texan males, but it has occasionally earned me a stinging rebuke from my daughter. Last season, she would merely cry every time I switched the television from cartoons to pigskin and say, "I hate football."

This season, she is a year older and bit more observant. In fact, for a moment, I thought I had peaked some interest in her for the game this past Saturday. She sat in my lap and I explained lines of scrimmage, first downs, and tackling. As I described tackling, the player who was being tackled remained on the ground writhing and he had to be helped off of the field where he was tended to by trainers. "I don't like football, Daddy," she said, "It's a mean game." I suppose she has a point. I did not, however, shut off the television. Mean game or no, few things get my competitive juices, as vicariously as they may be, flowing like a good football game. There is some-thing about my team versus your team, my state versus your state, my favorite players versus yours. Plus, I figure that as barbaric as football can be, it's far more civilized than warfare, gladiatorial matches, and church in-fighting. Okay, so I snuck up on you with that last one, but it's true. Church conflict is a mean game.

Perhaps it is because we perceive that so much is at stake. Perhaps it is because we misunderstand the people we perceive to be our adversaries. Perhaps it is because we are human and we humans are notorious for getting crossways over insignificant minutiae. Whatever the initial reasons for conflict were, they seldom matter for long. Once conflicts escalate, they cease to be as much about what as they are about who.

Paul, in writing to the church in Philippi, ad-dresses a conflict from what seems to be two prominent women within the congregation: Euodia and Syntyche. Paul never addresses the issue. The issue no longer mattered. The conflict was past who was wrong and who was right. Both sides had be-come wrong because they had forgotten something more important than whatever they were fighting about: they were sisters in Christ.

Paul, like a therapist giving an assignment to a quarreling couple, gives these women (and any-one who, as so often hap-pens in church conflicts, might have become em-broiled in this conflict themselves) a homework assignment. We quote his instructions often, but we seldom remember that they are addressing a real life instance of church conflict. Paul challenges them, "whatever is true, whatever is noble, what-ever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."

Before we hurt a brother or sister and leave them writhing on the field of play after a vicious hit in a mean game, Paul challenges to see more in our brothers and sisters than the adversaries in a conflict they themselves have come to represent. We're not to dwell on our differences of approach or opinion. We're to think about anything we can find that is excellent and praiseworthy, because if we look, we will find that which God is carrying forward to completion in them and such a realization should, no, must change our hearts.

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Imagine My Surprise

Thursday, November 05, 2009

I recently made a visit so see a woman who is no longer able to come to church on a regular basis. I usually leave such visits feeling good about the people that have gone before me in our churches. Sometimes, however, I am reminded that not all of our history is worthy of pride. While there, the woman shared an anecdote that seemed to be an attempt at humor. She was at the hospital here in town waiting to see her doctor. Her words: "You can imagine my surprise when a black n----r walked in with a stethoscope and clipboard."

Should I have said something? It's pretty hard to teach an old dog a new tricks, but is that the point? Is there a point where I need to speak up despite my ability to persuade those to whom I am speaking?

This time, it mattered little what I needed to do. I was so caught off guard that I could not have responded--even if I thought I needed to do so. Later, I thought I might have responded, "As your minister, you can imagine my surprise to hear such hateful language coming from the mouth of a lifelong follower of Christ." Perhaps that would have caught her as off guard as she had caught me. I mean, who did you she think I was? Why would she think that I would be an approving audience for such language? She would not think of using profanity or taking the Lord's name in vain in front of me (even if she usually did (and I doubt she does) so anyway). Was there really a time when you could expect the preacher at your church to laugh at the punchline of such a ridiculously racist anecdote? This makes me shutter in shame just to consider the likelihood that there was such a time.

Yet, I wonder what things we say, do, and believe that will make our grandchildren shudder in embarrassment. Do we really want to know? Would we defend ourselves and point to the specks in their eyes or would we dare turn our attention to the logs jutting out of our own eyes.

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This is greatness...

Tuesday, September 08, 2009


I pulled Elizabeth out of school today between 10:30 AM and 12:30 PM. Of course, it had nothing to do with the Obama speech. She had to have her cast removed from her once broken arm. I wonder how many other parents pulled their children out of school for more paranoid reasons.

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Mexia

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Kara and I are pleased to announce that we will soon be moving to Mexia, Texas, where I will join the Northcrest Church of Christ as preaching minister.

I will begin preaching there full time on September 20.

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Computers, Hurley, and Ewoks

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I have not intentionally neglected the blog schedule I laid out. In fact, most of the content for these past two weeks has already been written. Unfortunately, my desktop (on which I wrote said content) is experiencing major issues. In fact, I cannot get it to boot properly. As you can imagine, this has taken the wind out of my sails.

That being said, I wanted to go on record (as a fan of Lost) that I wholeheartedly approve of Hugo's plan to rewrite Empire Strikes Back. While I have my doubts about a heart-to-heart dialog between Luke and Vader, I am willing to risk any alteration of the original that could prevent the need for Ewoks in Return of the Jedi. Not everyone would use a chance to live in 1977 so selflessly. Think of all the sci-fi geeks Hugo could help by sparing us all from Han and Leia's teddy bear picnic. Kudos, Hugo Hurley. We're depending on you. Any creatures that would worship C3-PO are worth the effort of time-travel eradification.

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