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Braveheart of mid-Michigan

Braveheart. My favorite movie of all-time, by a substantial margin. Every time I watch this  movie I end up having fantasies about being William Wallace of Scotland — living and dying for a great cause, far beyond myself. Being willing to take risks. Living to go after what I want, and not merely to avoid what I fear. Loving with great passion. Eventually finding that it is in me to die with conviction, holding fast to what I have believed.

Just when I get too caught up in this fantasy, I remember Wallace saying several times in the movie that he doesn’t want to spend his life fighting these great battles, but wants to simply live with a wife and children in peace. Wallace never gets that chance. But that is precisely the opportunity that is before me every day. The problem is how to live passionately and with great commitment when one is so comfortable, when one is so infrequently called on to display real courage, when one is surrounded on all sides by the blandness of middle American cultural values.

As much as I would love to be the Braveheart of mid-Michigan, I am befuddled by this. What does it mean to live with courage and passion in 21st century America? Where are my battles to fight? Who am I fighting for? What is the great calling of my life? Sure I am passionate about writing, about preaching and counseling, but if often seems like there is so little at stake — although in many ways that is untrue. And it often seems like signs of progress come so few and far between. At least when William Wallace won on the battlefield, there was a body count. What was won and what was lost were pretty clear. But I work the fields of human minds and heart, where it is nearly impossible to ever know the terrain that clearly to begin with, and where it is hard to know the score at any given time. Is this marriage winning — are they getting further ahead — or are they losing? Where are the people in my congregation? Are they getting it? Are they catching on? Are their lives getting better? How so? Am I making an impact on my students?

One can never quite know. And so faithfulness has to be the standard. Just keep at it and hope that something is sticking. Hope that the legacy of your life will be that the lives of others were made richer — even if it’s only because they learned through your failures what to avoid. I aspire to be Braveheart of mid-Michigan, but I am a shepherd. It is my calling, therefore, to guide and to protect, even if that means I die (and in this way I can be like Wallace) never knowing what my real impact was.

Perhaps that is all that is left to any of us. Be faithful. Do what we do in love and let the chips fall where they may. Perhaps my greatest battle will be precisely the battle to remain faithful in all that I do. Perhaps that’s your calling as well.

Sex on the rooftop sells books

Apparently a pastor in Texas is going to set up a bed on the roof of his church and hit the sack with his wife there for 24 hours. The 24 hour bed-in will be broadcast on the Internet. The date corresponds with a book the pastor will be releasing about sex.

Source: http://thesexperiment.com/

Really? When I was growing up in the church, the revolutionary message was, ”Christians can rock too!” Now our church leaders are doing “Christians can f**k too?” No thanks. Is that really where we’re at? By the way, I too have had weeks where I have encouraged couples to be intentional about having all the sex they can — I think that needs to happen. But this whole thing reminds me a bit of the scene in that Monty Python movie…(warning to the sensitive — there is brief nudity in this scene, and a comic demonstration of sex):

In what way is this different? The Youngs feel the need to demonstrate sex by getting in bed together, and to do it on a rooftop, put it on the Internet, etc., for the supposed benefit of others. (The mere fact that some, perhaps many, may in fact benefit in various ways is beside the point.)

BTW, my use of the term f**k instead of the less vulgar “have sex” is intentional. It seems to me that once you put it on a rooftop and invite thousands of people out to see it, it could never be anything other than f***ing. After all, the medium is the message, right? Can you take sex and put it in a barnyard and have it in the mud and invite all the neighbors and expect that what they will see — no matter your intentions — is beauty and intimacy in action?

This is Spinal Tap is a brilliant 1984 mockumentary about a fake band called Spinal Tap that is a send up of the absurdity, filth, excess, and stupidity of rock culture. (Great movie, but to be compared to anything that happens in it is not good.) Their song Sex Farm comes to mind here. In the movie the point is made, ironically of course, about how this song debases sex.

Comment on the song Sexfarm,by Spinal Tap, from the movie This is Spinal Tap, 1984

Now for the song. Again, if you are sensitive about sexual things, this lyric will bother you. Don’t watch it. It debases sex, big time. That’s the point.

The song “elevates” sex (according to the band) by taking the idea of it and putting it on a farm. Does it matter whether it’s a farm or a rooftop? Isn’t the medium the message? Aren’t you always saying more by how you say something (and the context in which you say it) than by the words you say? So again I ask my question. Can you take sex and put it in a barnyard (on a rooftop) and have it in the mud (in the sky) and invite all the neighbors (the Internet) and expect that what they will see — no matter your intentions — is beauty and intimacy in action?

My presumption is that Pastor Ed and Linda aren’t actually going to have sex, but that too is beside the point. What is going to be accomplished by this circus that couldn’t be accomplished more effectively by simply modeling appropriate sexual attitudes in one’s personal and public life day after day? I’m not questioning that Pastor Ed is already doing that. I’m just stating that it’s enough.

This media show is every bit as absurd as the Monty Python clip above, isn’t it? And depending on your point of view, it’s every bit as funny. Or every bit as tasteless. Then again, quietly living out a life of sexual propriety, decency, responsibility, faithfulness, and integrity — as great as that is — doesn’t sell books. Besides, who wants to see a pastor and his wife in bed together? Creepy.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088258/

Introverts, your life is calling

This post is for that 30-40% of the U.S. population who are introverts. [Not sure if you're an introvert or an extrovert? Take this online assessment to find out.] Yep, I’m writing to YOU. It’s an extroverted world in many ways, isn’t it? That’s why you feel so uncomfortable so much of the time. But your life is calling.

I was standing in the “express” lane at Walmart the other day, and the longer line that I had just left in favor of a shorter line was making a lot of progress while my line — wasn’t. And then it happened. The woman ahead of me turned around and commented about the line being slow. Now on nearly every other day except this one, I would have nodded and said either, “Yeah,” or else nothing at all, and then looked down at the floor, indicating I had nothing to say. That is how introverts often handle small talk with strangers — awkwardly, and probably often leaving the other person feeling snubbed. I’m pretty sure things like that are the reason why so many extroverts think we introverts are rude or arrogant. But introverts, we know the truth: we’re just scared to death. Continue Reading…

Lessons in love from Dexter and Breaking Bad, prt. 2

You are more like Dexter Morgan than you think.

In fact you are very, very much like Dexter, and like Walter White. They both have family that they care about, just like you. They both are struggling with who they are, just like you. They both are hiding something, just like you. They both fear that people will find out who they really are, just like you.

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Embracing Powerlessness

There is freedom in embracing powerlessness. Most of the time we’re scurrying around trying to fix things — relationships, issues at work, problems with the cars, problems at our kids’ schools — our lives seem like a bewildering array of problems, all of which we believe we have to fix. We believe this deeply enough that we can hardly think of anything worse than not being able to fix something.

But there is freedom in it. As long as I think I have to fix something, I will struggle to fix it. Every time I try and fail, I will feel frustrated, guilty, weak, pathetic, stupid, incompetent, or a host of other negative things. But when I realize that there are things I can’t fix, and stop trying, I find freedom and peace. Continue Reading…

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