Husband. Dad to 5. Student Ministry Pastor. Follower of Jesus. Yatta yatta.

Archives for May 2007

ITS NOT MY PROBLEM- OR IS IT?

I’ve been trying to abolish a phrase from my life as of late. I no longer want to use it. I no longer think it is of God. I don’t think it is redemptive in any way. I don’t think it is Kingdom minded. It embodies all of what i don’t want to be. It is subtle in how it creeps up on me though. It’s this phrase:

It’s not my problem.”

Here’s why I don’t like it:

  1. IMPLIED STATEMENT: Um.. sucks to be you.
  2. IMPLIED FALSE TRUTH: Humanity is not connected. Your problems don’t affect me.
  3. WHAT IT REALLY MEANS: I don’t have time for you or your problems.

Here’s how this is playing out in my life these days:

  1. TRASH: I keep running into trash. I ran into some when I kicked it on my way to work last Sunday. I almost hit a wood chair on the freeway today. This new motto of mine, means that I had to stop and pick both of them up. Neither of them were my fault. Neither of them were “my problem” technically. But, do I really want to drive safely past a chair in the freeway, assuming everyone else will avoid it and it’s the cops job to get it out of the lane? Who is supposed to pick up cups in the street? Lately… it’s been my job. Because it is my problem.
  2. TEACHING: I can no longer let myself or my students get away with the idea that the problems in the world are not our problem. AIDS is not Africa’s problem, it’s humanities. So is poverty and child abuse and bigotry and racism and hatred and neglect and you name it… broken systems lead to broken lives and as a God fearing follower of Jesus, I can’t ignore the pain around me. I recently watched an interview with Desmond Tutu who said that “all life is interconnected. ” He spoke of how humanity is humanity. Race, continents, economic status… all of it cannot separate us from the fact that we are all connected. Intimately, inexplicably, and irreversibly. We all must care. Paul calls us to “mourn with those who mourn, and rejoice with those who rejoice.” That means everyone matters.

  3. DO SOMETHING: I can’t solve all problems in the world. But I can do my part. Lately my pastoral role has led me to help a few women in our church whose problems are large enough that it would be easier to write them off, as not my problem. But I cannot. And because of those in the Kingdom of God who refuse to just leave them wounded, they are better today. Not because of me. But because of a redemptive community. Because of that a mentally unstable woman has found a group of caring friends and some help. Because of that mindset, a young teenage girl is no longer homeless, but instead part of a caring family. But while I don’t know that I have changed the tide of sin and it’s consequences in our world today, I do know that I have been used by God to affect a life or two for Him. I’m striving to do what I can do and pray that God fills in the big gaps in the stuff I cannot do.

TOTALLY DISTRACTED

This weeks Time magazine cover article is on whether Al Gore should run again. I was skimming the article when I got totally distracted by this picture of his home office:

  • Dude has- count them- 3- 30″ Apple Flat Screens. Holy Moley. I’m jealous.
  • Nice flat screen TV… my office needs one of these.
  • Um… I’ve read a lot about the efficiency of a messy office, but this dude has piling crap down to a science. I think if my desk looked like this, I’d have to bomb the place. I certainly wouldn’t let Time photograph it and publish it for the world to see.
  • What’s with the frog?

CHANGING TIMES

Well, this weekend our family is having a garage sale.

TJ is turning 10 this year and we’re redoing his bedroom. So, we’re selling off some stuff we can’t use anymore and some stuff our boys have outgrown- including TJ’s bedroom set which happens to be my wife’s grandma’s set- it’s like 80 years old or something.

My 3 boys also decided to put away the toy wooden train tracks and such. It’s the first real
“keeper” toy to see it’s last day. I boxed it up and put them in the attic. It’s gonna be a while before they come back down I think. Unless I need to rediscover my inner child.

NEW DEFINITION FOR A LOCK IN

I knew it was gonna happen one day. I’m surprised it took 2 years.

Our church office has exterior doors that only open with the key. From the inside or out- doesn’t matter. If they’re locked, you need the key to go through them from either direction.

So, tonight, it’s like freakin midnight… and I’m trying to go home. I’m at church later than my normal late night after small groups cuz we have this HUGE serving project called Help Us, Help You on Saturday for student ministries to help our church raise the funds to keep us in our building:

  • Saturday. May 19. 8 am to 5 pm. Students serving in houses all over our community.
  • 56 different locations in San Diego, El Cajon, La Mesa, Spring Valley, Lemon Grove, Lakeside, and Santee
  • 87 middle and high school students
  • 11 car wash teams washing 45 cars and 1 motor home
  • 7 house cleaning teams going to 24 homes
  • 9 yard work teams serving in 21 different places
Well, anyway…. I was preparing for that when I finally decided to call it a night and go home.

So, I locked and shut my personal interior office door (which locks without a key) and headed for the main office door (which only opens or locks with a key) only to discover that I have my truck keys but that I had in fact blockaded my church keys inside my personal office and the main office is now locked and I’m now gonna have to sleep here…. or kick in the window to get out.

But… there’s still one guy here. It’s the finance dude. He could let me out of my suburban glass office cage. But he’s in the next building over. I can see his car. I know he’s there. He’s even come to this side of the office once in the last 30 minutes. I call his office, but the punk won’t pick up. I call it like 12 times. Still…. won’t pick up.

I call every office over there. But nope- won’t pick up. I even tried paging on the church facilities radios from inside the office. I’d call his cell but evidently it’s like top secret or something cuz his is the only cell not listed on the staff directory…

So, I call Josh and he gets up, drives to church, and opens the door for me. At midnight. Now I owe him one or two or three or 5 bagillion.

I’m getting a hide a key for the office. This is ridiculous. And I’m a total dork.

CINCO DE MAYO

I know….. this is old news. But my wife and I got to go out on Cinco De Mayo this year… and I figured what better place to spend Cinco De Mayo than old town San Diego? It was quite the experience. Thousands of people. Music. Crafts. Art. Warm, fresh, hand-made tortillas. Grilled corn. A couple of good beverages and a nice meal. Some cold stone ice cream for dessert. I even found a parking lot in our favorite “secret” parking spot in Old Town.

It was great. But my lovely bride says it’s one of those things, “We did, but won’t be doing again.” There were a few too many crazy drunk people evidently. She definitely should not hit the beach on July 4th with me. That makes cinco de mayo look like a prohibition re-enactment.