You ever have one of those moments or thoughts that really just sends your head spinning? I had one of those moments the other night. I was laying in my bed thinking back on my day as I was waiting to fall a sleep.
Did I pray? Yep.
Read the Bible? Check.
Did I live as a Christian? Sure.
Pretty routine, nothing too unusual. But as I was laying there I had to ask myself about that last question. If I switched up the question a bit and asked other people to answer for me, I don't know if I would get the same answer. Laying there that night it felt like I got punched in the soul. You see, it is really easy for me to say I live my day out as a Christian, but the question I need to ask myself should be whether or not the people who I encounter throughout my day would agree with me? Some days, I am not too sure.
I typically try not care about what people think or say of me; however, this is a little different. I don't care so much if a person in the grocery store or at the post office recognizes and labels me as a Christian, but I do want to look at my life and think, "there is something different with him". I want the love and peace and joy I experience from my relationship with Christ to penetrate my whole life. Not just when I am at church or in a Christian environment. My entire life! My every thought. Every interaction. Every conversation. Everything! And isn't that what we are called to as Christians?
Well, here is a little knowledge that may melt your face off. We are meant to be holy...that shouldn't be huge news for any of you. 1 Peter 1:15-16 states, "but, as he who called you is holy, be holy yourselves in every aspect of your conduct, for it is written, 'Be holy because I (am) holy'." What you may not know is that if you trace the word "holy" back to it's Greek root, which is "hagios", it can be translated to mean "set apart".
Set apart? To be holy means to be set apart! I learned about the whole "hagios" thing a couple years ago when I was in school. I thought it was a cool fact, but the reality of this truth is effecting my life in a new way. I don't want to live an average life. I don't want to live like everyone else. I want my life to be meaningful, intentional, and set apart from the rest of the world; I want my life to only be explainable by the power of the Holy Spirit.
So the question I leave you with today is, "How do you want to live your life?"
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Jesus, MD
I just got back from Michigan where my twin brother got married. It was a beautiful wedding and fun weekend, but somehow I managed to catch a pretty bad head cold. No one enjoys having a cold. With all the sneezing, coughing, fever, the runny nose, and sore throat, it can make life pretty miserable. Throw in a couple long flights back to Florida that moved the congestion and sinus pressure into my ears and it quickly becomes the perfect storm of colds. Needless to say I am home sick today.
I don't know if you have ever experienced a cold like the one I am currently experiencing. I know it could be a lot worse. It is only a cold, and in a couple days I will be back to my old self, but it is just really annoying not being able to breathe, or smell, or hear. With the congestion and pressure in my ears it has really been difficult to communicate. It is not only difficult to hear others, but it's hard to hear myself which makes talking a struggle as well. It almost feels like I have ear plugs in and I can't tell how loud I am speaking. We have all experienced that person who yells to their friend sitting next to them because they have their music cranked up on their iPod, or the kid on the airplane who is trying to talk to his parents but is yelling because his ears haven't popped from the flight. Well, that is me right now. Since coming down with this cold, I've relied on my wife to tell me when to speak up or to lower my voice, so I don't look like a fool yelling or whispering to people. She is so good to me.
But today, lying in my bed, coughing and sneezing, congested and plugged up, I started to think about how this cold reflects my spiritual life at times. There are times in my life where I am so weighed down by my sin it is almost like having this cold. The Catholic Church says that "sin sets itself against God's love for us and turns our hearts away from it" (CCC 1850). And if our sins turns us from God's love, how are we to communicate with God, know God and love God? Our sin becomes like my cold that just plugs us up. We can't breathe. We can't hear. It is even difficult to speak.
Lucky for us, Christ did not come for the perfect and healthy but for the lowly and the sick. Jesus himself said, "Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. But go and learn what this means: I desire mercy and not sacrifice.' For I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners" (Mt 9:12-13). Our God is a healer. He comes to us in our sickness and sin and reaches out to us with mercy and compassion. And no matter how sick or sinful we are we need to remember that God's medicine is greater than our disease.
So if you are reading this, take a minute and ask yourself, "In what ways do I turn a deaf ear or a blind eye towards Christ?" If you don't know the answer to that question, keep thinking about it. When you find the answer, let Christ into that place. And if you already know the answer but don't know what to do with it, all you have to do is bring it to Jesus. It may not be a quick and easy fix but He does bring restoration.
Jesus took [the deaf and dumb man] aside from the crowd, by himself, and put His fingers into his ears, and after spitting, He touched his tongue with the saliva; and looking up to heaven with a deep sigh, He said to him, “Ephphatha!” that is, “Be opened!” And his ears were opened, and the impediment of his tongue was removed, and he began speaking plainly...They were utterly astonished, saying, “He has done all things well; He makes even the deaf to hear and the mute to speak” (Mk 7: 31-37).
I don't know if you have ever experienced a cold like the one I am currently experiencing. I know it could be a lot worse. It is only a cold, and in a couple days I will be back to my old self, but it is just really annoying not being able to breathe, or smell, or hear. With the congestion and pressure in my ears it has really been difficult to communicate. It is not only difficult to hear others, but it's hard to hear myself which makes talking a struggle as well. It almost feels like I have ear plugs in and I can't tell how loud I am speaking. We have all experienced that person who yells to their friend sitting next to them because they have their music cranked up on their iPod, or the kid on the airplane who is trying to talk to his parents but is yelling because his ears haven't popped from the flight. Well, that is me right now. Since coming down with this cold, I've relied on my wife to tell me when to speak up or to lower my voice, so I don't look like a fool yelling or whispering to people. She is so good to me.
But today, lying in my bed, coughing and sneezing, congested and plugged up, I started to think about how this cold reflects my spiritual life at times. There are times in my life where I am so weighed down by my sin it is almost like having this cold. The Catholic Church says that "sin sets itself against God's love for us and turns our hearts away from it" (CCC 1850). And if our sins turns us from God's love, how are we to communicate with God, know God and love God? Our sin becomes like my cold that just plugs us up. We can't breathe. We can't hear. It is even difficult to speak.
Lucky for us, Christ did not come for the perfect and healthy but for the lowly and the sick. Jesus himself said, "Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. But go and learn what this means: I desire mercy and not sacrifice.' For I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners" (Mt 9:12-13). Our God is a healer. He comes to us in our sickness and sin and reaches out to us with mercy and compassion. And no matter how sick or sinful we are we need to remember that God's medicine is greater than our disease.
So if you are reading this, take a minute and ask yourself, "In what ways do I turn a deaf ear or a blind eye towards Christ?" If you don't know the answer to that question, keep thinking about it. When you find the answer, let Christ into that place. And if you already know the answer but don't know what to do with it, all you have to do is bring it to Jesus. It may not be a quick and easy fix but He does bring restoration.
Jesus took [the deaf and dumb man] aside from the crowd, by himself, and put His fingers into his ears, and after spitting, He touched his tongue with the saliva; and looking up to heaven with a deep sigh, He said to him, “Ephphatha!” that is, “Be opened!” And his ears were opened, and the impediment of his tongue was removed, and he began speaking plainly...They were utterly astonished, saying, “He has done all things well; He makes even the deaf to hear and the mute to speak” (Mk 7: 31-37).
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Know Of My Prayers...
I have taken a bit of a sabbatical from blogging these past couple of months. It has been a hectic summer full of travel, various youth retreats, and even some vacation time with my lovely wife. With so much to do these past months, something had to give. However, with the summer slowing down and the new school year about to begin, I am back to my old ways and already have a couple of stories and thoughts that will be making their way to this blog soon.
A couple days ago Catholic superstar, former teacher, and friend, Bob Rice connected me to a meme. I was shocked. I was excited. I was born for this moment. I had heard of memes but never thought I would get to be part of one. I read about them on other blogs; they always made them sound so cool and exclusive. At first, I thought that if you became a link in a meme that meant you had made it in the digital world. However, after some more research and further reading, it turns out they are pretty much the equivalent of a digital chain letter. But still, I am still excited to be part of this meme. You see, the meme Bob sent me challenges me to post my three favorite Catholic prayers and then challenge 5 other bloggers to list their favorite. Easy, right? So, without further ado my favorite prayers...
The Litany of Humility
I pray this prayer every morning. It is an awesome prayer to say to start your day. For me personally it really reminds me of what is truly important and helps me keep my pride in check.
Anima Christi
The Anima Christi is a prayer from around the 14th century and is believed to be written by St. Ignatius of Loyola (a personal favorite saint of mine). It typically prayed after receiving the body and blood of Our Lord, Jesus Christ in Holy Communion. It is awesome.
The Jesus Prayer
After some of those longer prayers this prayer is great. It is easy to remember and I can say it throughout my entire day. And although it is short and sweet it is a powerful prayer. Again, awesome.
Well, there you have it. My 3 favorite prayers. Now, for the second part of the meme...5 other bloggers to continue this on. Well, Becca Gasper, Michael Gormely, Jonathan Alexander, Al Gotta & Dan Pepe, here is looking at you. Some of you haven't blogged for a while, and for others this may not be your cup of tea, but it's in your hands now.
God speed.
A couple days ago Catholic superstar, former teacher, and friend, Bob Rice connected me to a meme. I was shocked. I was excited. I was born for this moment. I had heard of memes but never thought I would get to be part of one. I read about them on other blogs; they always made them sound so cool and exclusive. At first, I thought that if you became a link in a meme that meant you had made it in the digital world. However, after some more research and further reading, it turns out they are pretty much the equivalent of a digital chain letter. But still, I am still excited to be part of this meme. You see, the meme Bob sent me challenges me to post my three favorite Catholic prayers and then challenge 5 other bloggers to list their favorite. Easy, right? So, without further ado my favorite prayers...
The Litany of Humility
From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being loved, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being extolled, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being honored, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being praised, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being preferred to others, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being approved, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being humiliated, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being despised, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of suffering rebukes, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being calumniated, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being forgotten, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being ridiculed, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being wronged, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being suspected, Deliver me, O Jesus.
That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be chosen and I set aside, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I go unnoticed, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be preferred to me in everything, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
I pray this prayer every morning. It is an awesome prayer to say to start your day. For me personally it really reminds me of what is truly important and helps me keep my pride in check.
Anima Christi
Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from Christ's side, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds hide me
Suffer me not to be separated from Thee
From the malicious enemy defend me
In the hour of my death call me
And bid me come unto Thee
That I may praise Thee with Thy saints
and with Thy angels
Forever and ever
Amen
The Anima Christi is a prayer from around the 14th century and is believed to be written by St. Ignatius of Loyola (a personal favorite saint of mine). It typically prayed after receiving the body and blood of Our Lord, Jesus Christ in Holy Communion. It is awesome.
The Jesus Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner.
After some of those longer prayers this prayer is great. It is easy to remember and I can say it throughout my entire day. And although it is short and sweet it is a powerful prayer. Again, awesome.
Well, there you have it. My 3 favorite prayers. Now, for the second part of the meme...5 other bloggers to continue this on. Well, Becca Gasper, Michael Gormely, Jonathan Alexander, Al Gotta & Dan Pepe, here is looking at you. Some of you haven't blogged for a while, and for others this may not be your cup of tea, but it's in your hands now.
God speed.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
One Wild Ride
It has been a while since my last my last entry. I apologize for the inconsistency; these passed few weeks have been some of the most scary, challenging, and even up-lifting weeks I have ever. There has been family crisis, heartache and fear; however, there was also rejoicing, laughter and peace. It has simply been a roller coaster. And although I am being vague on what exactly has been happening in my life, I can be very specific from what I am learning in the midst of this craziness.
These passed weeks through me into situations that I could not control. Situations that I could not effect the outcome in any way, shape or form. I was reduced to just a mere spectator while my world was collapsing all around me. Helpless. I know those last sentences seem grim, but I just could not grasp the reality that I could do nothing to change what was happening.
I realized that I am not good in situations when I cannot control the outcome. There have been very times in my life when I couldn't somehow, even if just in a small way, effect the outcome. Think about it...for the most part we really can decide the outcome of most of our days. The amount we work and play, what and when we eat, if we smile or frown at strangers as they walk by. So when situations arose that made me feel like I had no say on what was going to happen next I was thrown into a daze.
But even in the darkest of moments, I realized that there was a single truth that shined bright. Even though it felt like I had no authority or control over the various circumstances, God did. God was bigger than the fear, heartache and anxiety that me and my family faced. His plan is perfect and although I didn't necessarily see Him in every moment, I knew He was there.
By the grace of God,the close calls my family and I faced, were just that, close calls. Everyone is OK and life is finally starting to return to normal. I have a thousand reasons to be thankful and I know God's hand has been on me through these past weeks. However, the acknowledgement of God's greatness and authority over any and all situations is a lesson I won't soon forget. There will be hard times, suffering, and heartache but God will be there, present in the midst of it. Come life or death, laughter or tears, God will be there. God is good. God is big and He does not leave us orphaned.
For His dominion is an everlasting dominion, and His kingdom endures from generation to generation. All the inhabitants of the earth are accounted as nothing, But He does according to His will in the host of heaven and among the inhabitants of earth; and no one can ward off His hand or say to Him, 'What have You done?' Daniel 4:34-35
These passed weeks through me into situations that I could not control. Situations that I could not effect the outcome in any way, shape or form. I was reduced to just a mere spectator while my world was collapsing all around me. Helpless. I know those last sentences seem grim, but I just could not grasp the reality that I could do nothing to change what was happening.
I realized that I am not good in situations when I cannot control the outcome. There have been very times in my life when I couldn't somehow, even if just in a small way, effect the outcome. Think about it...for the most part we really can decide the outcome of most of our days. The amount we work and play, what and when we eat, if we smile or frown at strangers as they walk by. So when situations arose that made me feel like I had no say on what was going to happen next I was thrown into a daze.
But even in the darkest of moments, I realized that there was a single truth that shined bright. Even though it felt like I had no authority or control over the various circumstances, God did. God was bigger than the fear, heartache and anxiety that me and my family faced. His plan is perfect and although I didn't necessarily see Him in every moment, I knew He was there.
By the grace of God,the close calls my family and I faced, were just that, close calls. Everyone is OK and life is finally starting to return to normal. I have a thousand reasons to be thankful and I know God's hand has been on me through these past weeks. However, the acknowledgement of God's greatness and authority over any and all situations is a lesson I won't soon forget. There will be hard times, suffering, and heartache but God will be there, present in the midst of it. Come life or death, laughter or tears, God will be there. God is good. God is big and He does not leave us orphaned.
For His dominion is an everlasting dominion, and His kingdom endures from generation to generation. All the inhabitants of the earth are accounted as nothing, But He does according to His will in the host of heaven and among the inhabitants of earth; and no one can ward off His hand or say to Him, 'What have You done?' Daniel 4:34-35
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Sizing Things Up
God is really big! Really, really big, actually. The greatness and bigness of God has been on my heart a lot lately. In the book of Isaiah the prophet says: "[God] has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand and marked off the heavens with a span" (Is 40:12). Have you stood next to the ocean or stared up at the sky on a starry night lately? They're pretty big, huh? Well, God measures the oceans and heavens by the span of his hand! Things don't really come bigger than God. And in the light of God's greatness the truth of my smallness is revealed.
It is hard for me to fathom these truths. What has been even harder for me is to accept them. If I believe God is really big and that I am really small, then that means that I am not, or at least should not be, at the center of everything. Makes sense, right? Sure it does. My brain and my heart both agree that God is big. He should be first. He is in charge. But, I am beginning to realize that at times my actions suggest otherwise.
You see, I always have a plan. I always have a goal. I am a doer. A fixer. I get things done. I wake up in the morning and ask myself "What do I need to get done today?" This was basically my daily routine, that is, until I came across Job 42:2, where Job acknowledges God by saying, "I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted." It is short and sweet, but boy does this this verse pack a punch.
If God's plan can't be stopped, if God is doing something, and already has a plan, then why do I need one? I realized I should be waking up and asking myself "What is God doing today and how can I get involved?" According to Job, God's plan is perfect. His plan will come to fruition; it is going to happen with our without us. So, I guess that leaves us with a new question, doesn't it?
What happens when our plans don't match up with God's plan?
This is where things can get tough. We have two choices: we can trust in God and His perfect plan or we can decide to "play god" ourselves and do what we think is best. The Book of Jeremiah explains to us that God does have a plan for us. God says that He knows "the plans I have for you...plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" (Jer 29:11). Now, I am not saying that it is easy to surrender to God's will, plan or timing. No way. But we can find consolation when we turn to God's word. God is God. He is in control. Today, pray with me for the strength and grace to join ourselves to God's plan.
"Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and in the earth is yours. Yours is the kingdom, O LORD, and you are exalted as head above all." 1 Chronicles 29:11
It is hard for me to fathom these truths. What has been even harder for me is to accept them. If I believe God is really big and that I am really small, then that means that I am not, or at least should not be, at the center of everything. Makes sense, right? Sure it does. My brain and my heart both agree that God is big. He should be first. He is in charge. But, I am beginning to realize that at times my actions suggest otherwise.
You see, I always have a plan. I always have a goal. I am a doer. A fixer. I get things done. I wake up in the morning and ask myself "What do I need to get done today?" This was basically my daily routine, that is, until I came across Job 42:2, where Job acknowledges God by saying, "I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted." It is short and sweet, but boy does this this verse pack a punch.
If God's plan can't be stopped, if God is doing something, and already has a plan, then why do I need one? I realized I should be waking up and asking myself "What is God doing today and how can I get involved?" According to Job, God's plan is perfect. His plan will come to fruition; it is going to happen with our without us. So, I guess that leaves us with a new question, doesn't it?
What happens when our plans don't match up with God's plan?
This is where things can get tough. We have two choices: we can trust in God and His perfect plan or we can decide to "play god" ourselves and do what we think is best. The Book of Jeremiah explains to us that God does have a plan for us. God says that He knows "the plans I have for you...plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" (Jer 29:11). Now, I am not saying that it is easy to surrender to God's will, plan or timing. No way. But we can find consolation when we turn to God's word. God is God. He is in control. Today, pray with me for the strength and grace to join ourselves to God's plan.
"Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty, for all that is in the heavens and in the earth is yours. Yours is the kingdom, O LORD, and you are exalted as head above all." 1 Chronicles 29:11
Friday, May 7, 2010
Reflection
I had a couple rough drafts for this week's blog, but at the end of the day they just didn't match up to how Jesus would say it. So, I decided to let him do it.
Reflect. Contemplate. Enjoy.
Reflect. Contemplate. Enjoy.
Jesus said to his disciples:
“Whoever loves me will keep my word,
and my Father will love him,
and we will come to him and make our dwelling with him.
Whoever does not love me does not keep my words;
yet the word you hear is not mine
but that of the Father who sent me.
“I have told you this while I am with you.
The Advocate, the Holy Spirit,
whom the Father will send in my name,
will teach you everything
and remind you of all that I told you.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you.
Not as the world gives do I give it to you.
Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid.
You heard me tell you,
‘I am going away and I will come back to you.’
If you loved me,
you would rejoice that I am going to the Father;
for the Father is greater than I.
And now I have told you this before it happens,
so that when it happens you may believe.” (Jn 14:23-29)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Dangers with Texting
Text messaging is a beautiful way to get in touch with someone. In a single moment you can connect with someone miles away by barely lifting a finger. It is simple, easily accessible, and private. All of these things are good. Who hasn’t received a text message from a good friend and, instantly, it put a smile on your face?
However, with the ever-growing popularity of text messaging as a primary method of communication, there are certain dangers that the avid text messenger should be aware of. Texting is no longer only used for quick contact and simple interaction but rather for full-blown conversations. The first danger we must comprehend is this: while texting is a simple way to communicate, the communication is already deficient. A text message lacks all nuances usually included in body language, tone, pitch, etc. This can cause misunderstanding and conflicts that would be lessened if communicated in a face-to-face or even telephone conversation.
The second and possibly the more severe risk is that a text message gives us the opportunity to be more “courageous” with what we say and how we say it. This is not only true with texting but with any form of communication that allows us to speak from behind a screen (i.e. instant messaging, chat rooms, email, facebook). Because we are physically removed from the conversation, there is a false security associated with how our words are received. We no longer can see the other’s face or reaction, relieving the guilt we may otherwise experience when speaking directly to the other person. This phenomenon gives us a “freedom” to be rash, harsh, and ruthless in a way that we would not be otherwise. Or, on the other extreme, texting can allow us to be overly intimate and say and share things that would never be shared face-to-face. The problem with this is that it is far too easy to say empty sweet nothings from behind a screen and lead another(s) on. It is no longer uncommon for entire relationships to be initiated or lived out solely through text messaging. Relationships that are based primarily on communications through text messages are vastly inferior to other relationships because they are missing true human contact. The ability to look into another person’s eyes and/or see their facial and bodily expressions throughout a conversation cannot transfer to a digital exchange of words, no matter what is typed.
When texting, we should always remind ourselves of the words that St. James shared with the early Church: “Let every man be quick to hear and slow to speak” (Jas 1:19). Instead of firing off text after text like we have grown accustomed to, we need to ensure first of all that our texts do not replace face-to-face interactions and also that they are uplifting and building up the other person and the Kingdom of God.
Maybe we should should just start asking ourselves WWJT - What would Jesus Text? ......Or maybe not.
However, with the ever-growing popularity of text messaging as a primary method of communication, there are certain dangers that the avid text messenger should be aware of. Texting is no longer only used for quick contact and simple interaction but rather for full-blown conversations. The first danger we must comprehend is this: while texting is a simple way to communicate, the communication is already deficient. A text message lacks all nuances usually included in body language, tone, pitch, etc. This can cause misunderstanding and conflicts that would be lessened if communicated in a face-to-face or even telephone conversation.
The second and possibly the more severe risk is that a text message gives us the opportunity to be more “courageous” with what we say and how we say it. This is not only true with texting but with any form of communication that allows us to speak from behind a screen (i.e. instant messaging, chat rooms, email, facebook). Because we are physically removed from the conversation, there is a false security associated with how our words are received. We no longer can see the other’s face or reaction, relieving the guilt we may otherwise experience when speaking directly to the other person. This phenomenon gives us a “freedom” to be rash, harsh, and ruthless in a way that we would not be otherwise. Or, on the other extreme, texting can allow us to be overly intimate and say and share things that would never be shared face-to-face. The problem with this is that it is far too easy to say empty sweet nothings from behind a screen and lead another(s) on. It is no longer uncommon for entire relationships to be initiated or lived out solely through text messaging. Relationships that are based primarily on communications through text messages are vastly inferior to other relationships because they are missing true human contact. The ability to look into another person’s eyes and/or see their facial and bodily expressions throughout a conversation cannot transfer to a digital exchange of words, no matter what is typed.
When texting, we should always remind ourselves of the words that St. James shared with the early Church: “Let every man be quick to hear and slow to speak” (Jas 1:19). Instead of firing off text after text like we have grown accustomed to, we need to ensure first of all that our texts do not replace face-to-face interactions and also that they are uplifting and building up the other person and the Kingdom of God.
Maybe we should should just start asking ourselves WWJT - What would Jesus Text? ......Or maybe not.
Friday, March 26, 2010
For Love of the Game
Last week, my wife and I were riding in the car, and we began talking about the sports we use to play growing up. I don't know how we got on the subject but it is always fun to reminisce, isn't it? As I talked to my wife about the "glory days", I talked about how I would pride myself on the injuries I sustained while playing sports I loved. Bruises, strains, sprains, and even broken bones were received like a badge of honor in my book; the greater the pain the greater the honor. It was all worth it for the love of the game.
Once we were home, and long after that conversation ended, I started thinking about all that I had put myself through for the sports I played: the vigorous workout schedules, broken bones, blood, and tears; I had to ask myself, "what do I have to show for it?" Yes, I have some great stories and memories, some trophies that are collecting dust somewhere, and some friends from teams of old that I still keep in touch with, but, I am not making a living playing those sports that I spent hours and hours working on every week; and those sports don't play a major part in my daily life anymore, if any part at all.
After that realization, I then turned to an even tougher question: "Compared to sports, how much effort have I put into my faith?" The answer scared me. I have wrecked myself for a game, but could I do the same for Christ?
Somehow people have come to believe that Christianity is a simple thing and takes very little effort on our part. Just be nice. Smile. Go to Church and you should be good, right? I know I grew up with that philosophy when it came to how I approached my relationship with God. However, that is not the case at all. To follow Christ is challenging. It is radical and counter-cultural. Following Christ will lead to immense joy and peace of course, but it also leads to hardship and persecution. This shouldn't be a shock to anyone, Jesus said it himself when he declared, "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me" (Lk 9 23).
When we are challenged on behalf of our faith will we give up because things get too tough, or will we push on through the opposition?
Could we stand as faithful Christians even when those around us are pressuring us to do otherwise?
Can we accept struggles, sufferings, or humiliations for the faith, knowing that Christ suffered for us on the cross first?
Lastly, we cannot forget the hopeful message the Jesus preached: "Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great" (Mt 5:11-12). The difficulties that we face in this world will not be forgotten. And I used to think the scars my friends and I I got from playing sports were cool; I can't wait to see the reward that awaits us when I reach the pearly gates.
Once we were home, and long after that conversation ended, I started thinking about all that I had put myself through for the sports I played: the vigorous workout schedules, broken bones, blood, and tears; I had to ask myself, "what do I have to show for it?" Yes, I have some great stories and memories, some trophies that are collecting dust somewhere, and some friends from teams of old that I still keep in touch with, but, I am not making a living playing those sports that I spent hours and hours working on every week; and those sports don't play a major part in my daily life anymore, if any part at all.
After that realization, I then turned to an even tougher question: "Compared to sports, how much effort have I put into my faith?" The answer scared me. I have wrecked myself for a game, but could I do the same for Christ?
Somehow people have come to believe that Christianity is a simple thing and takes very little effort on our part. Just be nice. Smile. Go to Church and you should be good, right? I know I grew up with that philosophy when it came to how I approached my relationship with God. However, that is not the case at all. To follow Christ is challenging. It is radical and counter-cultural. Following Christ will lead to immense joy and peace of course, but it also leads to hardship and persecution. This shouldn't be a shock to anyone, Jesus said it himself when he declared, "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me" (Lk 9 23).
When we are challenged on behalf of our faith will we give up because things get too tough, or will we push on through the opposition?
Could we stand as faithful Christians even when those around us are pressuring us to do otherwise?
Can we accept struggles, sufferings, or humiliations for the faith, knowing that Christ suffered for us on the cross first?
Lastly, we cannot forget the hopeful message the Jesus preached: "Blessed are you when people insult you and persecute you, and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of Me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward in heaven is great" (Mt 5:11-12). The difficulties that we face in this world will not be forgotten. And I used to think the scars my friends and I I got from playing sports were cool; I can't wait to see the reward that awaits us when I reach the pearly gates.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Clean & Clear
My wife and I have had a hectic couple weeks to say the least; retreats, birthday parties, more retreats, doctor appointments, the list goes on and on. Things have been an absolute blur. Luckily, we survived the worst of it. However, in the craziness of this month's schedule, we have neglected some of our typical household chores. Let me take this opportunity to openly admit that I am not what some would call, "a tidy person". I try. I really do try. Peculiarly, I enjoy when my desk, apartment, life is clean and in order - I function better when things are organized. Yet, somehow, I always manage to leave some mess, blotch, smudge or stain behind wherever I go. Luckily, my wife is a whiz when it comes to cleaning - she is also a saint for being patient with me as I learn to tidy up after myself.
Typically, a muddled apartment wouldn't be a major ordeal. We would clean the house little by little over a couple days because of our busy lifestyle. A little vacuuming, dusting, & washing here and there would take care of the job. However, my wife and I made plans a couple weeks ago to have some friends over for dinner tonight. My wife is at work. Today is my day off. The cleaning is up too me, and I have a time limit. A recipe for disaster!
As I look around my messy apartment in preparation for the overhaul, I can't believe that I let things get so cluttered. Yes, I was busy, but was I this busy? This situation sadly reminds me of my spiritual life at times.
It is so easy to allow my prayer life to get neglected when things get frenzied. In the busyness of the day it always seems like my prayer time is put on the back burner. It is never my primary intention to put prayer low on my totem pole of things to accomplish but I let other things take priority. For some reason in the moment it always seems like it is more urgent to reply to those work emails that need to be sent out, or to run the errands that I have been putting off for so long than it is to sit down and talk with my God for a bit.
The crazy thing is, when I don't pray things start to really get messy in my life. The stress builds up. Frustrations get the better of me. My peace slowly turns into anxiety. And I am guessing the same is true for you. I don't know what your prayer life is like but if it is anything like my maltreated, ignored apartment. It's time to tidy up. Prayer is an absolute essential if we hope to live an authentic Christian life. It is what fuels us, revives us & sustains us. With daily prayer, God's grace can carry us through the toughest situations; without it, life gets cluttered & chaotic.
Typically, a muddled apartment wouldn't be a major ordeal. We would clean the house little by little over a couple days because of our busy lifestyle. A little vacuuming, dusting, & washing here and there would take care of the job. However, my wife and I made plans a couple weeks ago to have some friends over for dinner tonight. My wife is at work. Today is my day off. The cleaning is up too me, and I have a time limit. A recipe for disaster!
As I look around my messy apartment in preparation for the overhaul, I can't believe that I let things get so cluttered. Yes, I was busy, but was I this busy? This situation sadly reminds me of my spiritual life at times.
It is so easy to allow my prayer life to get neglected when things get frenzied. In the busyness of the day it always seems like my prayer time is put on the back burner. It is never my primary intention to put prayer low on my totem pole of things to accomplish but I let other things take priority. For some reason in the moment it always seems like it is more urgent to reply to those work emails that need to be sent out, or to run the errands that I have been putting off for so long than it is to sit down and talk with my God for a bit.
The crazy thing is, when I don't pray things start to really get messy in my life. The stress builds up. Frustrations get the better of me. My peace slowly turns into anxiety. And I am guessing the same is true for you. I don't know what your prayer life is like but if it is anything like my maltreated, ignored apartment. It's time to tidy up. Prayer is an absolute essential if we hope to live an authentic Christian life. It is what fuels us, revives us & sustains us. With daily prayer, God's grace can carry us through the toughest situations; without it, life gets cluttered & chaotic.
God wants us to come to him in prayer. He wants to hear from us. And we desire Him. The Catholic Church teaches "that we need the will to pray" (CCC 2650). Yes. Our lives can get busy. Yes. Sometimes life is frantic. And Yes, sometimes the to-do list seems endless. But in the midst of all that, can we allow our personal prayer time, even if just 5 or 10 minutes, to be totally ignored, or will we find the time to pray? That question is for you to answer.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me. He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne (Rev 3:20-1).
Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me. He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne (Rev 3:20-1).
I have some cleaning to do.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Revival
I have been blogging now for the past couple of months and I just realized that I never explained why I picked "For the Revival" to be the title of this page. To be honest, I didn't spend much time thinking of the perfect name for my blog. I actually just wrote it down without much thought - practically an accident. However, after coming up with the title, it has stuck with me. I've thought a lot about my "accidental" title; I've prayed with it. And I am confident that a revival is needed.
I know that there are many amazing, holy Catholics & Christians out there who are doing everything they can to proclaim the saving message of Jesus Christ. But for many of us, we lack that same zeal and gusto. We are completely content going to mass or service on Sunday and saying some prayers as we fall a sleep each night if we can remember...or stay awake.
For a long time I was afraid to know what God wanted me to do for Him. I was cool with my little routine. "I'll see you on Sunday, Jesus." That was my motto when it came to me and my faith. I would give God one hour on Sunday and if that mass went long for any reason God would owe me big time. Or at least that is how I thought. Even back then, I knew God wanted more from me, but I was afraid with what He may ask me to do.
What if He asked me to become friends with that kid at school no one liked?
What if He asked me to sell all my possessions and give them to the poor?
What if He asked me to go to some distant land where I don't know anyone?
Questions like these constantly found their way into my head. That is until I came across John 10:10, possibly one of the most famous lines from Scripture of all time, "I have come that you might have life and have it to the fullest." When I came across this verse I realized I wasn't truly alive, but I wasn't really dead either. I was caught in this in-between, luke warm state of life; spiritually, I was pretty lifeless. And I think many of us have been (or are still) in that place. We go through the motions. We do the bare minimum so we don't feel guilty, and then, we move on with our lives, then repeat as needed. Is that really any way to live?
In a lot of ways I am still trying to figure all this out myself. I'm no walking saint, but I am a work-in-progress. But it is time that we allow God to revive our hearts & open our eyes to His love and glory. I can't say how God may call you to live for him today, but I can promise you that He is calling. It could be to a deeper prayer life. It could be to a more radical form of love. It could be to move to Haiti and serve the poor. I have no idea. Whatever it is, it is for you and God to discuss.
I believe a revival is happening. The question is: Do you want to be a part of it?
"I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing!" (Lk 12:49).
I know that there are many amazing, holy Catholics & Christians out there who are doing everything they can to proclaim the saving message of Jesus Christ. But for many of us, we lack that same zeal and gusto. We are completely content going to mass or service on Sunday and saying some prayers as we fall a sleep each night if we can remember...or stay awake.
For a long time I was afraid to know what God wanted me to do for Him. I was cool with my little routine. "I'll see you on Sunday, Jesus." That was my motto when it came to me and my faith. I would give God one hour on Sunday and if that mass went long for any reason God would owe me big time. Or at least that is how I thought. Even back then, I knew God wanted more from me, but I was afraid with what He may ask me to do.
What if He asked me to become friends with that kid at school no one liked?
What if He asked me to sell all my possessions and give them to the poor?
What if He asked me to go to some distant land where I don't know anyone?
Questions like these constantly found their way into my head. That is until I came across John 10:10, possibly one of the most famous lines from Scripture of all time, "I have come that you might have life and have it to the fullest." When I came across this verse I realized I wasn't truly alive, but I wasn't really dead either. I was caught in this in-between, luke warm state of life; spiritually, I was pretty lifeless. And I think many of us have been (or are still) in that place. We go through the motions. We do the bare minimum so we don't feel guilty, and then, we move on with our lives, then repeat as needed. Is that really any way to live?
In a lot of ways I am still trying to figure all this out myself. I'm no walking saint, but I am a work-in-progress. But it is time that we allow God to revive our hearts & open our eyes to His love and glory. I can't say how God may call you to live for him today, but I can promise you that He is calling. It could be to a deeper prayer life. It could be to a more radical form of love. It could be to move to Haiti and serve the poor. I have no idea. Whatever it is, it is for you and God to discuss.
I believe a revival is happening. The question is: Do you want to be a part of it?
"I have come to set the earth on fire, and how I wish it were already blazing!" (Lk 12:49).
Friday, February 19, 2010
Take My Heart
For us Catholics, the liturgical season of Lent started up this past Wednesday. I use to cringe every year around this time because Lent for me simply meant no TV. It wasn't my choice. It was something my family did and I was forced to follow suit. It was probably good for me in hindsight, but at the time I struggled through it - just counting down the days until I could get back to my early morning Sportscenter.
Only in these past couple of years have I truly come to appreciate this most holy season in the Church. You see, I use to think that Lent was only about giving up stuff. Turns out...I was wrong. It is about returning our hearts to the Lord. Lent, at it's essence, is a 40 day retreat. A time to pull us out of our everyday routines and prepare us for the biggest bash in the Church's calendar. Easter.
So you may now be asking yourself, "What does giving up chocolate or TV have to do with preparing myself for Easter?" Good question. If you are justing giving up sweets, or TV, or whatever just because you think you are supposed to, than it probably doesn't do much for your preparation at all.
The Catholic Church teaches, "Jesus’ call to conversion and penance, like that of the prophets before him, does not aim first at outward works, “sackcloth and ashes,” fasting and mortification, but at the conversion of the heart, interior conversion. Without this, such penances remain sterile and false; however, interior conversion urges expression in visible signs, gestures and works of penance" – CCC 1430.
You see, its not about the stuff. It is about our hearts. This Lent, I hope you find the grace to return your heart to the Lord. Take some time to ask God what you may need to repent from and what He may be asking you to change in your life.
"Rend your heart and not your garments. Now return to the LORD your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in lovingkindness" Joel 2:13
Only in these past couple of years have I truly come to appreciate this most holy season in the Church. You see, I use to think that Lent was only about giving up stuff. Turns out...I was wrong. It is about returning our hearts to the Lord. Lent, at it's essence, is a 40 day retreat. A time to pull us out of our everyday routines and prepare us for the biggest bash in the Church's calendar. Easter.
So you may now be asking yourself, "What does giving up chocolate or TV have to do with preparing myself for Easter?" Good question. If you are justing giving up sweets, or TV, or whatever just because you think you are supposed to, than it probably doesn't do much for your preparation at all.
The Catholic Church teaches, "Jesus’ call to conversion and penance, like that of the prophets before him, does not aim first at outward works, “sackcloth and ashes,” fasting and mortification, but at the conversion of the heart, interior conversion. Without this, such penances remain sterile and false; however, interior conversion urges expression in visible signs, gestures and works of penance" – CCC 1430.
You see, its not about the stuff. It is about our hearts. This Lent, I hope you find the grace to return your heart to the Lord. Take some time to ask God what you may need to repent from and what He may be asking you to change in your life.
"Rend your heart and not your garments. Now return to the LORD your God, for He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abounding in lovingkindness" Joel 2:13
Friday, February 12, 2010
Lovey Dovey
Uh, Valentine's Day is upon us once again. I can't escape it. Facebook. Twitter. TV sitcoms. Even my local supermarket has lined its isles with heart-felt paraphernalia. It is EVERYWHERE. To possibly state the obvious, Valentine's Day is pretty low on my totem pole of important holidays. I don't mean to be a Debbie-Downer; celebrating love is great. Letting your significant other know that they are loved and cherished is a wonderful, beautiful thing. But, overall, the day sort of bothers me.
As I sat back this week and thought about my inner angst with this beloved holiday, I thought, "maybe its the commercialism of the day that I struggle with." And although commercialism and consumerism do get under my skin, I realized that wasn't it. Then I thought, "it must be the pressure to get a great gift. My wife would love a great gift! Without the perfect gift the day would be a bust, right?" After sitting with that idea, turns out, that wasn't it either.
Then it hit me. I hate the fact that Valentine's Day, and all that it stands for, is just one day. Stay with me here. I realized this holiday challenges me to love in a special way for one day. That's cool, one day of love. But, as a Christian aren't I called to love in a special way all year long? Now, I'm not saying that I neglect to love my wife and close friends throughout the year save Feb 14th. What I am saying, or asking rather, what would it be like if our goal was to love others all day, everyday? Everyday!
How awesome would that be?
Personally, I stink at loving those close to me and I am even worse at loving those who I am not close with. However, 1 John 4:19 says that, "we love because [God] first loves us." The only reason I can love is because I have a God who loved me first. And if God loved me enough to come to earth to live for me, die for me and to save me, what does that say about how I am to love? How you are to love? And does that type of love reflect the love that we are going to celebrate this Sunday on Valentine's Day?
We love because he first loved us - 1 Jn 4:19
As I sat back this week and thought about my inner angst with this beloved holiday, I thought, "maybe its the commercialism of the day that I struggle with." And although commercialism and consumerism do get under my skin, I realized that wasn't it. Then I thought, "it must be the pressure to get a great gift. My wife would love a great gift! Without the perfect gift the day would be a bust, right?" After sitting with that idea, turns out, that wasn't it either.
Then it hit me. I hate the fact that Valentine's Day, and all that it stands for, is just one day. Stay with me here. I realized this holiday challenges me to love in a special way for one day. That's cool, one day of love. But, as a Christian aren't I called to love in a special way all year long? Now, I'm not saying that I neglect to love my wife and close friends throughout the year save Feb 14th. What I am saying, or asking rather, what would it be like if our goal was to love others all day, everyday? Everyday!
How awesome would that be?
Personally, I stink at loving those close to me and I am even worse at loving those who I am not close with. However, 1 John 4:19 says that, "we love because [God] first loves us." The only reason I can love is because I have a God who loved me first. And if God loved me enough to come to earth to live for me, die for me and to save me, what does that say about how I am to love? How you are to love? And does that type of love reflect the love that we are going to celebrate this Sunday on Valentine's Day?
We love because he first loved us - 1 Jn 4:19
Friday, February 5, 2010
Fear Factor
I recently was reminded of a great line from a movie that I saw a couple years ago. "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear." Great quote, huh? Curious about which movie that is from? Sure sounds like a line from Braveheart or Gladiator, doesn't it? Ah...I wish that was the case. That line actually comes from the 2001 blockbuster chick flick, The Princess Diaries. Don't judge me. The point is not what movie it came from but what the quote is saying.
I often hear people say that they are too afraid to stand up for what they believe in. They see someone is being bullied and slandered or someone is bashing their faith, but the fear of being different, isolated, or rejected keeps them doing what they know is right. These thoughts are known all to well by me too. My fears and insecurities have kept me from acting more times than I would like to admit. Whether in a school cafeteria surrounded by friends or at work with colleagues, I think we can all recall times when opportunities to stand up for someone or something have been presented to us.
I wish I could say there was a magical formula to ensure that in pivotal moments fear would not show its ugly face. I really, really wish I could, but I can't. Because of Adam and Eve's first sin, fear is going to be a part of our fallen nature. What I can do is echo the words that God said some many times throughout the Sacred Scriptures that gave peace to those who heard them, "Be not afraid."
Fear and courage are huge topics that I could write about forever. I could give more examples. Or maybe come up with some creative analogies to help explain the differences between a life lived with courage compared to fear. Then I could show the Church's teachings on the importance for taking a stand for the faith and speaking up for the lowly and weak. Then lastly, I could give Scripture verses that encourage and empower us against fear. Like I said, I could go on and on. Instead, I'm just going to ask you a simple question. But really think about it. Be real with yourself. And be honest.
What would you do if you were not afraid?
I often hear people say that they are too afraid to stand up for what they believe in. They see someone is being bullied and slandered or someone is bashing their faith, but the fear of being different, isolated, or rejected keeps them doing what they know is right. These thoughts are known all to well by me too. My fears and insecurities have kept me from acting more times than I would like to admit. Whether in a school cafeteria surrounded by friends or at work with colleagues, I think we can all recall times when opportunities to stand up for someone or something have been presented to us.
I wish I could say there was a magical formula to ensure that in pivotal moments fear would not show its ugly face. I really, really wish I could, but I can't. Because of Adam and Eve's first sin, fear is going to be a part of our fallen nature. What I can do is echo the words that God said some many times throughout the Sacred Scriptures that gave peace to those who heard them, "Be not afraid."
Fear and courage are huge topics that I could write about forever. I could give more examples. Or maybe come up with some creative analogies to help explain the differences between a life lived with courage compared to fear. Then I could show the Church's teachings on the importance for taking a stand for the faith and speaking up for the lowly and weak. Then lastly, I could give Scripture verses that encourage and empower us against fear. Like I said, I could go on and on. Instead, I'm just going to ask you a simple question. But really think about it. Be real with yourself. And be honest.
What would you do if you were not afraid?
Friday, January 29, 2010
Here & Now
With this being only my second entry for this page, I am pretty sure that I would still be considered a "rookie" in the blogging world. I'm still getting my digital feet wet, as some would probably say. I know people who have been blogging for years. They were blogging before what they were doing was called blogging. They are veterans - saving the world with one opinion at a time. I guess I am saying all this because the idea of a blog still strikes me as a little funny.
Why do so many people blog?
Why do we all expect other people to find what we say amusing or enlightening?
These are a few questions that seem to constantly pop into my head. (And yes, I realize that it is ironic that I am blogging about my questions concerning blogs). But as I sat in my apartment today thinking about these questions, the world of bloggers, and my new cybernated hobby, a very specific truth popped to mind that I believe is at the center of the blogging phenomenon: within each and every one of us there is a deep and intrinsic need to know and to be known.
I know there are bloggers out there that may disagree with me if they ever came across what I am writing now. They may believe that their words have a deeper worth, and that the world is a better place because of their post...and this may be true for some bloggers I guess. I am not really en expert. Like I said earlier, I'm still a rookie.
But I think for a good chunk of us out there, whether we recognize it or not, this truth is at the heart of the blogging world. And this is true not just for the blogging society, but everyone. We just want to be known. We want to be seen. We want to be wanted. And most importantly, we want to be loved. We were made for this: to live in a community of friends and family who we can cry or laugh with. A group of people who we know will be there to help pick us back up when we fall. There is something inside of us that draws us to each other - something that brings people together.
And for some reason we have turned to the computer to fulfill this need. Why?
Because it's hip and trendy?
Because we can do it at our own convenience?
Because it's safer than telling someone our opinions face to face?
Now hear me out before you assume that I am writing a blog about the evils of blogging. I think a blog is a great way to communicate and can be a creative and healthy outlet. My concern is that, thanks to blogs, Twitter, and other social networking sites, we are forgetting to be truly present to those around us.
Being a youth minister I spend a good amount of my time with teenagers and I would not be exaggerating if I said that teens are on their cell phones hours on end - just texting away. Now, I am guilty of this too. I blog, text and tweet like many of the teens who I work with so I know how easy it is to forget about the people at the dinner table with you when you hear your cell phone going off in the next room. So I guess the question that I am finally starting to get at is, if we are so saturated with blogs, tweets and whatever else, how can we ever be present to those who are present with us now? And more importantly, how can we be present to a God who is at the door of our hearts, knocking, waiting to be let in (Rev. 3:20)?
For the few of you who come across this blog....go find someone. Have a real conversation. Tell them about your day. Laugh with them. Let them know you appreciate them in your life. And then, go pray. You have a God who is waiting to hear from you. Who also wants to hear about your day. Who is ready to tell you that you are seen, wanted and loved.
In Genesis 2:18 God says, "it is not good that a man should be alone". And while writing this I am getting the sensation that I am communicating with the whole world when in reality I am actually sitting in an empty apartment, at my desk, waiting for my wife to come home from work. So for those of you who blog, keep blogging. And those who use Twitter, tweet away. But don't forget to take the time to look away from the screen long enough to see what is really going on around you.
Why do so many people blog?
Why do we all expect other people to find what we say amusing or enlightening?
These are a few questions that seem to constantly pop into my head. (And yes, I realize that it is ironic that I am blogging about my questions concerning blogs). But as I sat in my apartment today thinking about these questions, the world of bloggers, and my new cybernated hobby, a very specific truth popped to mind that I believe is at the center of the blogging phenomenon: within each and every one of us there is a deep and intrinsic need to know and to be known.
I know there are bloggers out there that may disagree with me if they ever came across what I am writing now. They may believe that their words have a deeper worth, and that the world is a better place because of their post...and this may be true for some bloggers I guess. I am not really en expert. Like I said earlier, I'm still a rookie.
But I think for a good chunk of us out there, whether we recognize it or not, this truth is at the heart of the blogging world. And this is true not just for the blogging society, but everyone. We just want to be known. We want to be seen. We want to be wanted. And most importantly, we want to be loved. We were made for this: to live in a community of friends and family who we can cry or laugh with. A group of people who we know will be there to help pick us back up when we fall. There is something inside of us that draws us to each other - something that brings people together.
And for some reason we have turned to the computer to fulfill this need. Why?
Because it's hip and trendy?
Because we can do it at our own convenience?
Because it's safer than telling someone our opinions face to face?
Now hear me out before you assume that I am writing a blog about the evils of blogging. I think a blog is a great way to communicate and can be a creative and healthy outlet. My concern is that, thanks to blogs, Twitter, and other social networking sites, we are forgetting to be truly present to those around us.
Being a youth minister I spend a good amount of my time with teenagers and I would not be exaggerating if I said that teens are on their cell phones hours on end - just texting away. Now, I am guilty of this too. I blog, text and tweet like many of the teens who I work with so I know how easy it is to forget about the people at the dinner table with you when you hear your cell phone going off in the next room. So I guess the question that I am finally starting to get at is, if we are so saturated with blogs, tweets and whatever else, how can we ever be present to those who are present with us now? And more importantly, how can we be present to a God who is at the door of our hearts, knocking, waiting to be let in (Rev. 3:20)?
For the few of you who come across this blog....go find someone. Have a real conversation. Tell them about your day. Laugh with them. Let them know you appreciate them in your life. And then, go pray. You have a God who is waiting to hear from you. Who also wants to hear about your day. Who is ready to tell you that you are seen, wanted and loved.
In Genesis 2:18 God says, "it is not good that a man should be alone". And while writing this I am getting the sensation that I am communicating with the whole world when in reality I am actually sitting in an empty apartment, at my desk, waiting for my wife to come home from work. So for those of you who blog, keep blogging. And those who use Twitter, tweet away. But don't forget to take the time to look away from the screen long enough to see what is really going on around you.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
What am I doing?
My first blog entry..... I never thought this day would come. You see, a year ago I promised myself I wouldn't follow the crowd into the blogging world. My fear was that a personal blog for me would be taking another step towards becoming a full-fledged narcissist; a blog, this blog, would become another avenue in which I would start to think I am bigger and more important than I really am.
That was a year ago. Now, I'm a little older and hopefully a little wiser too. Hopefully. I'm starting this blog for a couple different reasons. The first is because I think I am supposed to. It's been on my heart for a while to start blogging but I never could get myself to make the move. I don't know if it was laziness or a fear that I would be considered a "crappy blogger", but for some reason I feel like it is time to finally take the plunge. The second reason is that I will have an outlet for some of my thoughts. Working as a youth minister means that my life consists of constant chaos. Maybe this blog will give me a chance to clear some space in head and help me think more clearly. Who knows?
And what are my hopes and goals for this blog? To become well known? No. To write inspiring and deep words that touch the hearts of everyone who comes across it? Na.
Let me say that there is nothing that I can or will say in this blog that hasn't been said before, or that someone else couldn't articulate more eloquently. But I will speak (write?) Truth. A Truth that was passed on throughout the centuries and was taught to me. A Truth that brings light into our dark and confusing world. A Truth that can cut through the hurt and pain in our lives and make us whole again. A Truth that brings us to God. Jesus. That is what this blog is for. And Jesus is who this blog is about.
That was a year ago. Now, I'm a little older and hopefully a little wiser too. Hopefully. I'm starting this blog for a couple different reasons. The first is because I think I am supposed to. It's been on my heart for a while to start blogging but I never could get myself to make the move. I don't know if it was laziness or a fear that I would be considered a "crappy blogger", but for some reason I feel like it is time to finally take the plunge. The second reason is that I will have an outlet for some of my thoughts. Working as a youth minister means that my life consists of constant chaos. Maybe this blog will give me a chance to clear some space in head and help me think more clearly. Who knows?
And what are my hopes and goals for this blog? To become well known? No. To write inspiring and deep words that touch the hearts of everyone who comes across it? Na.
Let me say that there is nothing that I can or will say in this blog that hasn't been said before, or that someone else couldn't articulate more eloquently. But I will speak (write?) Truth. A Truth that was passed on throughout the centuries and was taught to me. A Truth that brings light into our dark and confusing world. A Truth that can cut through the hurt and pain in our lives and make us whole again. A Truth that brings us to God. Jesus. That is what this blog is for. And Jesus is who this blog is about.
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