20 Things I Learned Looking for a Church

Recently my wife and I spent several months visiting area churches looking for a place to call home. The process was interesting and eye-opening in both good and not-so-good ways. It was also refreshing and agonizing. I learned things about myself and I learned things about the church. Some things were reinforced from longtime observations, some were reminders of what I already knew, and some things I learned were new.  Mostly I was reminded that there is no perfect church because the church is made of a lot of imperfect people and if I ever joined a perfect church I would immediately ruin its perfection. Take the observations for what they are worth. Maybe they will help you look at your own church differently, but maybe not. Maybe it will just make you look at me differently.

No Free Tickets

I keep getting calls from resorts letting me know that I have been “specially chosen” to receive free tickets to some exotic location where I will be pampered and treated like royalty. All I need to do is talk to a representative and make arrangements and I will be off to a vacation paradise. Of course, it is never quite that easy. There is always some fine print to deal with, a high-pressure sales presentation, follow up phone calls, and limited availability on dates, locations, airlines, airports, etc. By the time you jump through all the hoops, it ends up being more trouble than it is worth and “free” never really means free.

Ignorance, Hate, and Incivility In the Name of God

I had an interesting exchange the other day with a friend on Facebook. He is a Christian and an avid Trump supporter and, while I also claim to be a Christian, I would fall under the category of “human scum,” by Trump’s standards. Being the “human scum” that I am, I occasionally poke at my MAGA friends (however, in their firm belief of self-righteousness, they are much more likely to poke at me without actually admitting it). This was one such case.

Blessings in Ethiopia

“You know this is all your fault, don’t you?”

Two weeks ago, that is what my son, Colby was telling me as I was facing him, trying unsuccessfully to fight back tears.

“You are the one that started all this, so it’s really your fault! You know that don’t you?”

I laughed and gladly accepted the blame. Guilty as charged, with no denial.

My Little Girl

If you are a father of a daughter, I think you will understand…

This is my daughter Calli. In case you didn’t notice, she is adorable! She always has been, and she always will be. I know she is a little older now, but in my mind, no matter how old she is, she will always look like this. She is eternally my little girl. She promised that she would be, and I am holding her to it for as long as I live.

Seeking Refuge

Regardless of where you stand on refugees, immigration, etc., you should read this book. If nothing else, you should read chapter 6, Not (Quite) Refugees: Other Displaced People. It will clarify the legal definitions of various groups who try to enter the US, why they come, and the complications they face. I think it will open your eyes, but even more, I hope it will open your heart.

No Healing

Hate divides, whether it comes from the right or the left, from republican or democrat, from conservative or liberal, from one religion or another or none. Hate does not unify and hate does not heal, it does not matter where it comes from, or who it is directed at, or what the circumstances are. Hate does not rectify wrongs. You can't cure hate by opposing it with hate. You can't claim to be a unifier and a healer by expressing hatred for those who hate. 
When will we learn?

An Alternative Border Response

Recently several people posted a link to the July newsletter of Dr. James Dobson in which he writes an open letter addressing his recent visit to our southern border. It was posted and even sent to me by people whom I respect and love, so I tried to read the letter with an open mind. I was hopeful that Dobson’s visit would stir in him some compassion that I have perceived to be missing in the past. As I read, I continued to be hopeful:

“The "refugees" arrive exhausted and ragged from walking hundreds of miles. Among them are large numbers of children, many of whom are unaccompanied by a caring adult. Last year, 382,000 aliens were apprehended for illegally crossing into this country and almost 100,000 of them were minors. Some of the kids have been abused along the way. Many of them carry lice, scabies or other diseases. Currently, the facility I visited is experiencing a flu epidemic, and there are no additional beds on which to lie. Some of the women have been raped.”

Time for Change

Today I made it official…

After 31 years it is time to step away from teaching in a traditional classroom and move on to something different. It feels a little surreal. There is a strange combination of feelings, both grief and relief. It feels like I can breath deep again, but at the same time major changes have a way of taking our breath away. The full impact of my decision, I’m sure, will hit me at some point down the road, but, honestly the change is long overdue.

Be Real

I have an odd collection of Bible commentaries on my bookshelf. They are a weakness of mine when I visit used book stores. There is something compelling about them that draws me in. Often they seem to be undervalued, and unappreciated, relegated to a dusty shelf in the corner of a back room that is dimly lit and seldom visited. In my mind they always seem under priced, which justifies my purchase and addition to my collection. My wife often disagrees, but, fortunately, she is quite tolerant of my obsession.