3.31.2012

Saturday Showdown

It's time for Round 2, fellow Bucketeers.

Round 1 was a success, with Rebekah ousting Caleb to become the first ever Saturday Showdown Champ. And as a small reward, she received two weeks of free advertising here on Life Before the Bucket!

Our competitors for Round 2 are just as good - I promise. Here are the rules:

I'll provide you with links and snippets of two blog posts from the past week that I really enjoyed (for whatever reason). I'll present them to you, and then we'll put them up for a vote. All votes must be in by sundown in Manhattan, KS on Sunday (the 1st in this case). The winner will be featured for two weeks as the current Saturday Showdown Champion (so... free advertising!).

Sound simple enough? Alrighty! Let's get ready to rumble!

This week, we've got two very different stories of service. Vote for the one that resonates most with you!


Emmanuel shows up on our front porch about once a week. His name means “God with us,” but if there’s anyone on the planet who appears to have been forgotten by the Divine, It’s him. He stands at about 5’4″ and has maybe a handful of teeth left. when he speaks, I catch about half of what he says, but there’s a childish innocence in his eyes that betrays the years of hard living he has endured since then.

Contestant #2 - "Remember:: Spaghetti Day" by The Hendrick Family

We remember this day every year by eating Spaghetti, retelling the story, and thanking God for mercy. I don't know why there is so much suffering in this world. I don't know why babies sit in hospitals with teary-eyed mammas by their sides or why mercy and healing seem to stay just out of reach. I don't know why my baby is whole today when other mothers with sick kids probably prayed more, fasted more, read their Bibles more, and were over-all better woman than I ever hope to be. Yet their babies suffer on.

After you've checked out both of these blog posts, be sure to vote in our poll! (Refresh the page to see current results after you vote)



So there you have it! Who is going to be our next Saturday Showdown Champion? It's up to you, my friends.

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After you vote, be sure to leave a comment telling us why you enjoyed the post you picked!

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3.30.2012

Win of the Week

It's just been one of those weeks.

It seems like everything I touched broke this week - my fridge, my laptop, and, as you know, my blog.

Not a week I plan on remembering.

But it is still Friday, which is always cause for celebration around here, because we share our Win of the Week with each other!

Now, like I said, I had a pretty rough week. For a few days, I didn't feel like I could catch a break. But the week is over, and I think my "bad stuff" streak is coming to an end.

Luckily, this week, despite how rough it was, flew by at about a million miles an hour. That, in an of itself, is cause for celebration. Plus, it means we're only a month away from graduating!

But my real win of the week is something rather small and insignificant, in the grand scheme of things. You see, when I have bad days, I try to look for the little things to cheer me up - a kind word, a relaxing moment, or a funny meme on the internet. 

That 'little' thing for me this week was my wife's amazing cooking. On Tuesday, she made us Chickpea Pot Pie, which I loved and devoured, despite never having chickpeas before. Then, on Thursday, she made us Penna Rosa with Shrimp & Spinach - a sort of imitation recipe of Noodles & Company, and it was to die for.

So... What about you? What was your win of the week? 

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3.29.2012

Houston, We Have a Problem

Well, this is awkward...

My blog is, how do you say... broken.

My least favorite thing in the world
Apparently whoever was hosting the image for the background to this design closed their account or moved the image. So far, I haven't been able to track down where I originally got my template from, so I'm left with these rather alarming black and white exclamation points and no background.

So if you're reading and see one of these exclamation points, don't worry. It's more painful for me than it is for you. And I pinky-promise it's not some kind of bug attacking your computer.

If any of you know a good blog-design site or person (for cheap - I don't make any money off of this blog), I'd definitely welcome your suggestions!

So, instead of reading an awesome post, you should consider writing one for Life Before the Bucket! I'm running pretty low on guest posts for our "Living to the Fullest" series, so if you've been thinking about submitting an idea for a post, now is the time to do it!

In the meantime, I'll be waiting to hear from you and working on finding a new blog template.

I hope you have a fantastic Thursday! Let me know how your day is going in the comments section!

3.27.2012

It's Not Easy

Note from Adrian: This is our next installment in the "Living to the Fullest" guest post series. Today's post is from a writer who wishes to remain anonymous. Please be sure to be encouraging as you thank and leave feedback for this person for their contribution.

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This blog, I am well aware, is a “Christian” blog. The author of it is an active member of the Christian community. The readers, I’m sure, are the majority Christian. This makes me a minority here. I am a white, middle class female, so being a minority is something that is fairly new to me. I’m still figuring out the ropes of how to live when most of the people around me are on the other side of a very serious life decision. One thing I’ve learned in my five years of conscious atheism is that it’s not easy.

For most of the time I’ve been open to myself about my religious beliefs, I’ve lied to others about them. I’m still not completely open with everyone about my lack of religion, hence the anonymity of this guest post.
It’s a scary thing to show someone a very important part of yourself, knowing that they will most likely judge you and possibly shun you. I’ve had people tell me that they thought less of me for being an atheist. I’ve had people tell me that I’m not sure of what I believe. They say, “You’re probably agnostic,” or “You just haven’t figured it out yet.” All of these responses, they’re things that hurt me. Each time someone tells me that I’m wrong, or I don’t know what I’m talking about, or I’ll find “The Truth” and they’re praying for my soul, I just want to yell at them to stop, and think about what they’re saying.

If you’ve never been told you’re wasting your life because what you feel is illogical, then you couldn’t have any idea of what it feels like. It tears at my heart and it brings me down. It makes me think I’m a terrible person and I’ll never be accepted, no matter where I am.

So how in the world can I live my life to the fullest if I’m being told everywhere I go that I’m living my life wrong? Well, let me tell you, it’s hard. It takes strength and courage and confidence, all of which I tend to lack. But I try. I try hard to live my life with happiness and love. I go out and have fun. I try to live in the moment, but I still think about my future.

I don’t hold grudges against all of those people who judge me and try to change who I am. I try my best to never regret the things I do, because I believe that a life full of regret really isn’t a life at all.

I believe that revenge should never be motivation for anything a person does. I believe in peace and joy and truth. These things are, to me, what make a fulfilling life. But, because my idea of truth is something that is unconventional and misunderstood, others believe I am a bad person.

Now tell me, does my lack of belief in a God make my life one that will never be full? I believe not, but you might believe differently. And I believe that there is absolutely nothing wrong with whatever you choose to believe, because in the end, acceptance of those who are different is how to really live life to the fullest.

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Questions: How do your religious beliefs influence the way you live to the fullest? What beliefs do you struggle to be tolerant of? 

This guest post was part of a guest post series called "Living to the Fullest." Interested in joining in? I'm still looking for submissions! Just write up a post, or even just an idea, and e-mail it my way!

3.26.2012

Be Irrelevant

I've got a story I've been wanting to share for some time now. 

The man. The myth. The legend.
Last month, Shane Claiborne spoke at our small, insignificant school. He’s a guy who lives in community with the homeless people in his city, and actually literally lives with them. He looks totally different from most people we know, physically and spiritually, and doesn’t care about a lot of the stuff we care about.

He was the perfect speaker for our student body's "theme" that month: be bold. He talked to us about a variety of topics, but the most interesting piece of his presentation was the brief discussion he hosted following his talk.

During this time, there was an opportunity for us to ask Shane questions - nothing really seemed out of bounds at that point. So, after he spoke, one of the students at our school posed this question to Shane Claiborne:

“Do you think your lifestyle keeps you from being relevant and ministering to others?”

Wait, what!?

The question blew my mind.

We invited this guy who has dreads longer than my beard (which is saying something), who gives us the most vivid illustration of living in solidarity with the poor, and all we can think to ask him is, "Are you worried you're irrelevant?"

This, my friends, is a microcosm of what's wrong with what Greg Boyd calls the Bridezilla of Christ. But I digress.

I couldn’t believe that anyone would WANT Shane Claiborne to be “relevant” and care about the crap we care about. In choosing to live in solidarity with the poor, he has chosen to be relevant to those who could care less about relevancy as we understand it. He chooses to be Jesus with skin on, but what we want him to be is something more like a super "cool" hipster (who just happens to like Jesus).

This is absurd, my friends. Where have we gone wrong?

I can hear the objections now.

"But what about where Paul says 'become all things to all people?'"

I imagine this would be the biggest argument for some sense of so-called relevancy. So does this mean Shane Claiborne is wrong?

To answer that, I want to look at the life of another person who is going above and beyond in being a radical Christian: Katie Davis.

In case you haven't heard about this amazing woman, check out this video, which was made as an introduction to her book, Kisses from Katie.


And on the off chance that you aren't able to watch the video, but still want to know about Katie, here's an embarrassingly quick summary: after her senior year of high school, Katie took a mission trip to Uganda. Now, in her early 20s, she lives amidst the people of Uganda as the mother to fourteen Ugandan orphans.

That's some insane stuff, right there - which I suspect is exactly the sort of "stuff" Jesus is interested in. That's why we Christians feel so drawn toward the spirits of the Shane Claibornes or Katie Davises. We can't help but want to be like them.

But wait a second. We're talking about relevancy here. And these two people are the epitome of irrelevancy as far as we're concerned. One is a full-time homeless guy. The other is a full-time mother in Uganda. We can't relate to them. I mean, I know I can't. I have a home, and I'm most certainly not a mother.

So they must be doing it wrong... right?

They're failing in their calling to be "all things to all people."

Or are they?

What are we missing here? We know they're doing something right, but if we make them relevant, then these two wonderful people become just like the rest of us - boring, plain consumers on a mission to live the American dream - all for the sake of some misguided notion of relevancy.

What we're missing is this: we too often confuse relevancy with contextualization. Paul was all things to all people, but that was a hat-tip to becoming one with the culture he lived in, not one with the trends or popular ways of the world.

Relevancy deals with a fleeting moment - trends and popularity. Contextualization deals with culture - becoming all things to all people.

In his book, Viral, Leonard Sweet has this to say about culture:
Admittedly, the word "culture" is one of the most slippery terms used in the social sciences... When I refer to culture, I mean primarily the unvarnished vernacular of a place or period. In the 1960s, when a middle-class youth wanted to rebel, they grew beards and smashed stereos. When Amish youth wanted to protest... they shaved their beards and bought stereos. Culture shapes behavior and how we express our beliefs.
When I was in training to prepare for my time in the war-torn country of Sierra Leone, I was trained to contextualize, not to be relevant. I worked for weeks on learning the culture of the country, not what was popular or trendy at the time. I worked to understand the hearts of the people who lived there, not to understand the intricacies of soccer (their favorite sport).

And if I wanted to return to Freetown today, I could, because I was taught culture, not relevancy.

You see, being relevant is one of the biggest scams Satan has sold the 21st century Church (especially in the US). Millions of people have sold out to the whims of pop-culture (and yes, there's a difference) in the name of relevancy.

We say we're being relevant by immersing ourselves in The Bachelor or in Twilight or even (heaven forbid) The Hunger Games. We say we're trying to be relevant by obsessing over how we look or the latest fashion trends. We say we're trying to be obedient to being "all things to all people," but in the end, we simply look confused.

We have to stop pretending we don't enjoy these things, people. We like shows like The Bachelor and movies like The Hunger Games. We don't just watch them under some misguided guise of relevancy. We watch them because we enjoy them.

David Platt, author of Radical, recently interviewed Katie Davis. They discussed Katie's ministry, her heart, and her passion for the children she cares for. One of the most interesting questions that he asks Katie, though, is this: "Do you think what you're doing is radical?"

Unsurprisingly, Katie Davis said, "No."

You see, many spirits who would otherwise be radical have been subdued in the name of "relevancy." If those spirits had never been subdued, we wouldn’t even be talking about relevancy or even being radical, because what we call radical now is really just the basic way of life that Jesus calls us to. There’s nothing radical about that.

So let's make a pact. Let's stop pretending we don't enjoy these fads that we indulge. Let's stop the facade of relevancy (when we know we truly enjoy being popular, even if only for a moment). Let's stop the show.

Instead, let us be irrelevant. Let's engage our culture, but not its whims. Let's engage our people, but not their trends. Let's be genuine, loving, sacrificing people in the name of Love, but not simply because it will score us cool points with our friends.

Let's forget about relevancy and be irrelevant.

I suspect, in the shedding of our trendy wannabe-hipster skin, we'll see that what lies below is what we've been searching for all along.

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Questions: Have you ever thought of the difference between relevancy and contextualization? How can we be less relevant and more radical? Who are some other radical Christians that inspire you to be more like Jesus?

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3.23.2012

Win of the Week

If the Monday of Spring Break is the best Monday of the year, then the Friday of Spring Break is the worst.

It's the end of an unusually relaxing week for us, but for those of you with real jobs, it was probably "just another" week.

Or was it?

Around here, there are no "just another" weeks. Why? Because we celebrate every week, regardless of how boring, good, or bad the week was. We share our victories and give each other a much-needed pat on the back.

It's that time, my friends. Let's share our Win of the Week together.

I'm going to be a little greedy here and share two, mostly because it's (most likely) my last Spring Break.

My first win involves Life Before the Bucket. Together, we were able to raise $125 for World Water Day! And even though we weren't able to fully fund a well-worker, we still helped change the lives of over 1,000 people who don't have access to clean water because their well has broken or they didn't have a well to begin with.

Also, the organization we partnered with, The Adventure Project, reached it's goal of raising $25,000, which means that The Prem Rewat Foundation is matching their funds dollar for dollar. This means that we effectively raised $250!

Also, a small added bonus was seeing a few people come out of the woods who don't usually comment! Thanks to everyone who participated - many lives were changed through your generosity.

My second win was more personal. I've managed to almost read 3 books this week, including rereading The Hunger Games, which released in theatres last night. We're seeing it today, which I can't wait for! And yes, you'll probably be reading a blog post about it - if I can come up with something original that someone else hasn't already written.

So what about you? What was your win of the week? 

3.22.2012

World Water Day

This morning, when you woke up, did you think about it?

As you brushed your teeth.

As you took a shower.

As you drank your first sip of coffee.

Did it cross your mind?

When you drove your car from there to here.

When you washed your hands at work.

When you took a swig of water to quench your thirst.

Did you even notice?

My friend, if you did any of these things this morning, you're privileged. But not just you. Me. We. We are blessed to have access to clean, running water. And all we have to do is turn a faucet for that stream of life to flow effortlessly into our hands, into our mouths, into our bodies.

Today, my friends, is World Water Day, and is as good of a day as any to remember: we are blessed beyond our wildest dreams. We are able to strive to live our lives to the full (our "life before the bucket"), while others struggle to live life at all.

Today, though, I want to do more than remember. I want to spread this life that we have. To give others the opportunities that we have. And though the step is small, it is significant.

I want to help raise money to help train a mechanic to fix and maintain wells so that others can have the opportunity to live their lives to the fullest.

Why well-mechanics? Well, first of all, we want to bring about something substantial and sustainable. We're keeping in step with the age-old adage, "Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day; teach a man to fish, and he'll eat for a lifetime." Second of all, wells break, and thus, need fixing. A well-mechanic can do just that.

I originally thought that raising $100 toward this cause would be great. And it would be. But then I realized - we can do so much more.

On average, about 75 to 100 people read Life Before the Bucket on a daily basis. This means that if every person who reads donates $10 toward educating and equipping a well-mechanic, we could fully fund the education of one nearly two mechanics who will help countless others.

It sounds like you may only be helping two people live out their lives more fully, but think about this:

Two mechanics will be trained.

Those two people will care for 50 wells each.

Fifty functioning wells ensures clean water for five-thousand people.

That means, if we're able to fully support two mechanics, we, in this tiny microcosm of the world wide web, could drastically affect the lives of ten thousand people.

That's mind-boggling.

So here's your mission, if you choose to accept it:

1. In the next week, check out our fundraising page

2. After you've read up on what we're doing, donate $10. It's quick, it's easy, it's painless. And if $10 is a stretch for you, consider foregoing a luxury in lieu of providing clean water for others. It's worth it - I promise.

3. Finally, after you've donated, tell at least two friends. Send them here, or better yet, send them straight to the fundraising page.

And hey, as an added bonus, if we reach $550 (our goal), we'll receive a story and photo about a mechanic we've helped. How cool is that?!

Plus, just to add a little incentive - I'll be hosting a giveaway if we reach our goal - and I promise it'll be more than $5 this time.

So here we go, my friends. This will be a week that will change lives all across the world.


Will you be a part of it? Donate now.


3.21.2012

How I Became God's Basking Case

Note from Adrian: This is the second part of a two-part guest post from Aly Lewis in our Living to the Fullest guest post series. Check out part one, "The Unwelcome Elephant," if you missed it yesterday. And don't forget to leave some love for Aly and follow her on her blog and on Twitter!

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And that was the beginning of the basking. The beginning of a life lived to the full.

This basking is just my way of saying that I learned to accept God’s love for me.

The basking started imperceptibly. A few encouraging words here. A short reprieve from guilt there. Cheeseball alert: then I began writing love letters to a skeptic: myself. Things like,

Aly,

I love you if you work out.
I love you if you don't work out.
I love you if you sweat sweat sweat it out.
I love you if you don't eat enough.
I love you if you eat too much.
I love you if you call mom back.
I love you if you isolate yourself.
I love you if have a productive day at work.
I love you if you sit on Facebook the whole time.
I love you if you're feeling hot.
I love you if you're feeling bored.
I love you if you give to the poor.
I love you if you splurge on a fancy dinner.
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.


It sounds cheesy. It sounds silly. But something REAL began to happen in my heart and my mind as I began to bask in these words of love.

In fits and starts, this Love began to come alive not only in my thoughts and reasonings, but in heart and in my life. “I love you” began to come alive.

And as “I love you” came alive, the elephant began to die. I began to tell myself a better story that allowed me to live like I was loved, like I was forgiven. I became vigilant in my basking, leaving no room for the elephant to trumpet his tauntings in my life.

And only after months of keeping the elephant at bay, did I finally begin to believe that maybe there is a loving God. That maybe it was the God of love who made me free, who was there loving me all along.

That maybe He’s the better story.

You may be thinking, “That’s all well and good for you, Aly, but what about your initial prayer asking to love and serve others better?”

Turns out my church friends who told me to bask knew something I didn’t: I can’t love others if I don’t love myself.

If I had followed God’s greatest commandment “To love others as yourself,” what a disaster that would have been (and believe me, it was.) How could I expect to love others if I went around accusing, attacking, and belittling them like I did myself?

In Margaret Feinberg's book, The Sacred Echo, she explains this transforming power of self-love better than I ever could. She says,
"When God echoes I love you, it’s not a slice of information but a feast of transformation. I am invited to experience the fullness of God’s love in my life, heart, and spirit. The holy metamorphosis is designed to ring so genuine and true that others can’t help but notice. When I love you is alive in my heart, I become freer to love others. When I love you is alive in my mind, I become better at expressing that love. When I love you is alive in my life, I become a smidgen closer to being who God has called and created me to be."
Love for myself made me freer to love others, to serve others, to defend the poor, and be a voice for the voiceless.

One of my friends once said “Self-hatred is a social justice issue,” and I couldn’t agree more. How can I believe the poor are worth anything if I don’t believe I am worth anything?

I really do believe this basking, this experience I've had with God's unconditional, unconventional, unfathomable love, has shaped and formed me to love others better.

It turns out the only antidote to the fear, self-doubt, and condemnation that sneaks in to poison our lives like unwelcome elephants is LOVE. Compassion for ourselves. Grace for ourselves. Which bleeds into grace for others, for a hurting world.

This is the backbone of a life lived to the full. A life lived without an unwelcome elephant.

I’m sure it sounds cliché. I mean, it’s the basis of our faith. You were probably looking for the advanced version, not the Life-to-the-fullest-for-dummies. But I’m a dummy when it comes to getting this spiritual life right. And perhaps this is more for me than for you, but sometimes I just need the reminder that I AM LOVED. That the elephant doesn’t win.

Psalm 34:8 says, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.”

If you want to live a life to the full, taste and see that you are loved. Then slam the door on that greedy little monster’s face, and go (or rather skip) on your merry way, bidding farewell to this unwelcome elephant, unencumbered and free.

Let the basking begin.

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Questions: Were you surprised at how Aly decided to turn into a basking case? What does this look like in your own life? How can loving yourself better (and letting God love you) be a form of social justice?

This guest post was part of a guest post series called "Living to the Fullest." Interested in joining in? I'm still looking for submissions! Just write up a post, or even just an idea, and e-mail it my way!

3.20.2012

The Unwelcome Elephant

Note from Adrian: This is a guest post from Aly Lewis, a fellow blogger. Aly is a twenty-something writer from San Diego, CA. When she’s not writing ridiculously witty and yet still thoughtful and inspiring copy for the international non-profit Plant With Purpose, you can find her roller blading, showing off her dope hip hop moves, or overanalyzing her quarter life crisis. 

Aly has a passion for social and ecological justice, anyone who speaks Spanish, and experiencing the God of the unexpected. You can check out her mismatched musings on her blog, Memoirs of Algeisha, or on Twitter!

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The feeling only comes in two sizes: regular - can’t shake this vexing sensation but still able to function, and extra large - paralyzing, life-stopping, all-consuming.

If you allow this unwanted guest to sneak past the bouncer of extra large you can pretty much say hello to an eternity of bumping and grinding with this guy in the nightclub of hell. When he comes looking for you in your modest skirt and smoothed hair, assuming invincibility because you don’t flaunt yourself around like a floozy, you need to stop, drop, and roll off the bus leading you down the one-way highway to the danger zone.

Trust me, you do not want to let this guy anywhere near you, your hopes, your future, your children, even your dog. He will squash your dreams and eat your confidence for breakfast. He will steal your identity and transform you into a small, frightened child. His presence prickles your hair and dries your mouth. With your heart beating like a conga drum, he wraps his icy fingers around your tender throat, daring you to call out his name. But you can’t reveal his identity. You don’t even know who he is.

But I do. He is the unwelcome elephant of fear and self-hatred.

You give him an inch and he’ll take a foot, your leg, your whole body and mind, and your little dog too.

This is not a life to the full.

I used to let this elephant rule my life. I used to tell myself awful stories. Depressing, really. I told myself stories of how dumb I was. How ugly. How boring. How awful. I was never good enough. Even in my relationship with God I wasn’t good enough.

So I left the church. I left it all. What was the point? How was I supposed to love God or love my neighbors if I didn’t love myself?

And I stayed there, angry and encumbered.

Until I became God’s basking case.

No, not basket case, (although I’m sure there’s a hint of that, too). Basking case.

This part of the story starts with a rebuttal.

When I first came back to church, people started asking me if they could pray for me. Most of the time, I said no.

But after awhile, after racking my brain to come up with anything I might like the almighty creator of the universe to help me out with, I finally decided on the one prayer request I felt comfortable asking.

“I’d like to be able to love and serve others better,” I mumbled more to my feet than to anyone in particular.

And the response?

“No, that is not what you should pray for.”

Excuse me?

Since when does a prayer request have to pass quality control? When I was a junior high youth leader we'd pray for students' sick fish, cats, and Nano babies. No prayer was too big or too small.

But the congregation had spoken: I was not to pray to serve others better.

“I have an image for you instead,” they said--they all said, different people on different occasions. All with the same image, the same concept. The same Instead...

Instead they all had an image of me basking in God's love.

One couple told me, "Aly, you are beautiful. I see you lying in a meadow. Soaking in God's love."

Another woman (on a separate occasion) told me: "I see a picture of you in a field of flowers, basking in God's love."

Another person straight up told me, "No, I don't think you should pray to love others. I believe you need to bask in God's love."

The first time I heard this, I scoffed.

The second time I heard this, I scoffed.

The third time I heard this, I started to get nervous.

Basking, really? That’s about the sissiest verb I’ve ever heard and somehow everyone in this church is obsessed with it.

I didn't want images of soaking and basking and laying lazily in a field of wild flowers. I wanted to help people. I wanted to make a difference. I wanted my god to care about injustice and oppression. I wanted my god to help me love others better, to quiet the guilt in my heart for being born to a well-off family in the wealthiest country in the world.

If you're going to give me an image, I thought, let it be of selling all I have and giving it to the poor. An image of writing award winning exposés that shut down sweat shops and bring justice to the marginalized around the world. An image of revolution. Of anger. Of action.

That's not what my church friends had for me. And it's not what God had for me either.

Check back tomorrow for Part Two of Aly's story!

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Questions: Does being God's basking case sound "sissy" to you? How would you react if someone told you that you should focus on basking in his love? Do you struggle with the unwanted elephant that Aly describes?

This guest post was part of a guest post series called "Living to the Fullest." Interested in joining in? I'm still looking for submissions! Just write up a post, or even just an idea, and e-mail it my way.  

3.19.2012

It's Spring Break!

This is undoubtedly the best Monday of the year.

Unless Christmas is on a Monday. And it isn't. Carry on!

Technically, it's the first day of Spring Break. Realistically, though, it's the third or fourth day we've been out of school (depending on where you attend and your class schedule).

Of course, if you're a real adult, you gave up the dream of Spring Break long ago. Now it mostly means trying to occupy your kids for a week while managing to somehow still make money. And that's no good.

It could be worse, though. Your forecast could call for rain all week (like ours does). So much for getting a nice tan or reading outside all week. My Kindle is allergic to the rain, so I'm going to have to pass on that one.

And as if that isn't enough, you could be spending Spring Break somewhere that was mocked by a national late night show host:


Of course, that is where I'm currently spending Spring Break, but that's beside the point. Also, I'd like to note that we don't sound like we're from Wisconsin (like that lady). Also, I've never worn a parka in my life. And, as the forecast shows, you'd die of a heat stroke in a parka if you were in Wichita this Spring Break.

Now that we've cleared up some misconceptions about Wichita...

Most of the people that read this blog, though, are stuck without a Spring Break. And though I think that should be illegal, the least I can do is help you to dream. So let's dream together.

If you were given a Spring Break to do whatever you wanted, where would you go and how would you spend your time?

Personally, I'd want to be somewhere that I could accomplish one of my life goals, like skydiving, bungee jumping, or seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the World. And it would have to be somewhere that doesn't have rain all week; I've gotta get my tan on.

So what about you? What would your dream Spring Break look like?

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3.17.2012

Saturday Showdown

I want to try something new around here.

The winner can also have this cool
virtual trophy. 
I've had this idea floating around in my mind for over a month now, and I finally have the free time to see it come to fruition. 

I'm all about sharing my platform with others (as evidenced by the epic guest post series we have going on), but I wanted to do more.

Thus, the Saturday Showdown was born.

The concept is simple, really. I'll provide you with links and snippets of two blog posts from the past week that I really enjoyed (for whatever reason). I'll present them to you, and then we'll put them up for a vote. All votes must be in by 11:59 PM Central Time (US). The winner will be featured for a week as the current Saturday Showdown Champion (so... free advertising!).

Sound easy enough? Well, then. Let's get ready to rumble!


The “Death of God” for Bonhoeffer isn’t akin to atheism as one might immediately assume.

It’s a God immanent, not a god transcendent.

It’s a death to the god of the gaps.

It’s a death to the “opiate of the masses”.

It’s a death to the “deus ex machina“.

It’s the rejecting of the god above us who can miraculously solve all our fears by offering a hope of heaven.



I’m not perfect, but I am loved.
I’m not in control, but I know personally the One who is.
I can’t fix everything, but God placed me in the midst of people willing to help.
I am overwhelmed, but my God is bigger.

And as God’s voice grows louder, the annoying “drip… drip… drip” of Satan’s lies slowly fades away.

After you've checked out both of these blog posts, be sure to vote in our poll! (Refresh the page to see current results after you vote)



So there you have it! Who is going to be our first official Saturday Showdown Champion? It's up to you, my friends.

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After you vote, be sure to leave a comment telling us why you enjoyed the post you picked!

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3.16.2012

Win of the Week

It's here. It's finally here. Friday is upon us, my friends.

Another week is almost in the books, and around here, that means we do a little something to celebrate.

We share the best moments of our week together, sharing virtual pats on the back as we go.

My friends, it's time to share your Win of the Week!

Despite the headache I have right now, this has been a fantastic week. First of all, it's been about 80 degrees (F) everyday (26 degrees Celcius for the people with normal temperatures that read this blog). For the 2nd/3rd week of March, it's incredible. Heck, we could have even turned on our air conditioner! However, I have a strict "No A/C before Spring Break" rule, and I'm a man of principle, so we didn't.

Beyond great weather, this is the week before Spring Break, which is cause for celebration in and of itself. I can't wait to relax for a week. Plus, Spring Break signals that we only have about a month left of school, which is mind-boggling to think about. We'll be graduating a month and a half from now!

However, neither of those things top my Win of the Week. My Win of the Week has got to be...

Receiving my acceptance letter into the Master's Program I applied for! 

We're so excited to finally know what we're going to do with our lives after this school year. People have been asking us, and we always told them that this was our "Plan A", and that we didn't really have a "Plan B." We brainstormed and came up with some crazy ideas for Plan B, but we didn't end up needing it!

So, in the fall, I will be continuing my education at another school back in Wichita, where I'm from. I'll be pursuing a degree in Family Therapy so that I can obtain my license to become a Marriage and Family Therapist! I'm going from being a Crusader to being a Falcon (a drastic improvement, to be sure).

They interviewed about 100 people, and around 30 to 35 were accepted. And hey, I completed a goal on my 52 in 2012 by making it into this program!

So that, my friends, is my Win of the Week.

So... What about you? What was your Win of the Week?

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3.14.2012

Re-Introducing a Good Friend


We all have a good friend or two that we're proud to know.

Take, for instance, American Idol. This show features everyday people who want to make it big in the music industry. Last season featured two sixteen year olds as finalists. That's right. At the ripe, young age of 16, they were a step away from their dreams. I'm betting that they have more than a few friends willing to claim them.

And though we can't all have friends who could win American Idol, we do have friends that we take pride in. Because of these friends, our lives are a little easier. Because of these friends, our lives are a little less hectic. Because of these friends, life is a little more enjoyable.

You know the kind of friend I'm talking about.

Well, today I want to introduce you to a good friend of mine. This friend definitely makes my life easier. I can't imagine not knowing this friend. In fact, I'd go as far as saying that this friend is a life saver. And best of all, you can know this friend, too!

No, this isn't a cheesy "I'm going to introduce you to Jesus" ploy, though it's tempting.

The friend I want to introduce you today is...

Jesus!

Ha! Just kidding. 

Now for real. The friend I want to introduce you to is...

The Google "Next" button!

Okay, yeah, a little lame. I know, I know.

You can hurl tomatoes at me later. For now, hear me out.

The Google Reader "Next" button has been a life-saver for me since I began reading blogs. At first, I just had a huge folder of links that I browsed everyday. Eventually, though, I got tired of clicking through all of the links, especially for people who don't update very often, and I just stopped reading blogs altogether. However, I didn't quite feel right about that, seeing as how I had a blog of my own. And then my wife introduced me to this wonderful little button.

Basically, what the button does is it scans through the blogs you've subscribed to and finds content you haven't read. You click the button and voila! You get taken to the most recently updated blog on your list.

To use the Google Reader Next button, you need to have a Google Reader account. You can set that up here. From there, you need to subscribe to the blogs you like to read. Google Reader keeps track of your blogs through an RSS Feed, which is a really fancy term that scared me spitless for a long time. RSS Feeds are represented by a magical little orange icon.


You can't miss it. It's orange. VERY orange.
Once you've setup your Google Reader account, you need to subscribe to the blogs you read. You do this by visiting the blog, and finding that magical orange button. You'll click that button (give it a try for Life Before the Bucket!) and then, if you're logged in, will choose to "Add This to Google Reader" or something along those lines. Do this for all of the blogs you love, including Life Before the Bucket!

If you can't find the RSS button (or are scared to press it), there's another way to add blogs to your reader. You simply copy the main URL of the blog (i.e., www.lifebeforethebucket.com) and then go to Google Reader. From there, in the top-left corner, there's a "Subscribe" button. Press it, and there'll be a spot to paste the URL in. Easy-peasy!

After you've subscribed to your blogs (this might take a while, depending on how many you follow), go to this link. After you go there, click on "Goodies." Scroll down to the header that says "Put Reader in a bookmark." There you'll find instructions on how to add and use the Google Reader Next button!

That wasn't so painful, now was it?

So now that you know him, enjoy your new friend. You'll never want to leave home without him. And now you have no excuse to miss an update here at Life Before the Bucket!

See what I did there?

Just kidding. I really did it to help you, not me.

Okay, you got me. Maybe I did it a little for me. But only a little!

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Question: Do you have a friend you can't live without? 

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This was a repost from May 2011.

3.13.2012

Living to the Fullest: Can a Mom Do it?

Note from Adrian: This week's guest post is from another one of my blogging friends named Katrina. Katrina is a wife and mother to one amazing man and two beautiful girls, blogs over at Finding Equipoise where she strives to find a balance in life, love, motherhood and creativity. She is a musician, book-lover and wanna-be writer who is trying to pursue goals to be better, at everything.

Follow her journey through this crazy life on her Facebook page, Twitter stream or Google+.

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One of the most powerful things I have learned in this life is that I am in charge of my own happiness. I may not be able to control everything that happens to me, but I can control how I react. Or, more importantly, how I act.

Toward the end of 2010 I became a divorced, single mom of a newborn and a two-year-old, faced with an entirely different life than I had imagined. It was in that moment that I realized I had not been living life to the fullest.

I decided to make some changes and got to work creating 28 goals to accomplish in my 28th year of life.

Then, just as I started working on them, everything changed again. My husband and I decided to work things out and got remarried. Life got busy again and I wasn't able to accomplish as much as I thought I would in 2011. Still, I accomplished far more than I had in previous years and learned a few things along the way.

I discovered that the only way to live a full life is to have something to work toward. We are here to learn, to be better, to be stronger, and to be smarter. My goals gave me a purpose and a clear path to walk. They gave me the key to taking control of my own happiness. They taught me how to figure out what motivates me. They also taught me that I am stronger than I give myself credit for. Finally, they taught me that I really can do anything I set my mind to- as long as I have a plan for how to get there.

So I kept some of the goals I still had to work on from last year, and set some new ones to make 29 for this year. Yet sometimes, even when you have goals, it can be difficult to move forward and live fully.

Lately I have been struggling in an emotional pit of despair. I could not keep up my goal of healthy eating and exercise. I would start over and fail again and again. Then, I discovered that I have never really loved myself and, though that gave me something else to work on, it knocked me down even more.

I racked my brain, tried new things, even prayed for help to find a way to motivate myself again.

I had been doing mostly at-home workouts to achieve my goals. I kept getting the feeling that I should change it up. I have always loved running, but I was afraid to try because the last time I ran (over two years ago) I could hardly make it to two minutes without feeling like my lungs would burst.

Last week I got the distinct impression that I needed to go for a run. I spoke to my husband and he offered to put the kids to bed so I could go that night. As I was preparing to leave, he came in to tell me it was snowing. I have never run in weather like that. I almost gave up and sat on the couch instead of braving the storm. I looked outside to find that it was only lightly snowing/raining. There was no wind and it was rather warm for a snowy evening.

I went.

I started with a brisk walk for a warm-up and was off running after five minutes. I ran until I got a side cramp. I checked the time and found that I had run for 10 minutes straight. Ten! Even in high school, I could never run that long without stopping to give my lungs a rest (side cramps were constantly present.) After walking for a minute to breathe away the side cramps I ran for another five minutes and then turned around and ran for another 10 minutes straight. I had to talk myself through the last couple minutes, but I made it to my goal spot and cooled down with a walk the rest of the way home.

I was awe-struck - triumphant, even, after months of putting myself down because my body wasn’t looking the way I wanted. Weeks of fear that falling off the wagon had cancelled out all my previous hard work were put to rest. After all the emotions and tears and frustrations, I discovered that I am in the best shape of my entire life. Having a setback didn't negate all the progress I HAD made.

After my run, I was the happiest I have ever been with myself. I literally loved my body, in that moment, more than I ever have. I was PROUD of myself- a very rare feeling for me. It was exactly the motivation I needed to recommit myself and get out of this funk. Exactly what I needed to know what loving myself feels like.

Goals.

Finding out what I wanted out of my life. What I wanted to do, to improve, to be. Creating goals that would help me get there. That is what has given me control over my happiness and my future (as much control as I will ever have, anyway). Goals are what help me live my life to the fullest.

I may not always do it perfectly. I may fail over and over, go through rough patches, periods where I feel inadequate, but that is OK too. Life is not meant to be lived perfectly, but to continue the imperfect journey no matter what. It's just a matter of dealing with each hurdle as it comes.

I am certain that as I make goals and achieve them, I will come to the end of my life with no regrets and will be happy with myself - it’s one of my goals, anyway. And that happiness, to me, is what will signal that I’ve lived life to the fullest.

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Questions: What sort of goals have you set for yourself to work toward this year? How are you doing on those goals? Is there anything you struggle to do because you don't think you do it well enough?

This guest post was part of a guest post series called "Living to the Fullest." Interested in joining in? I'm still looking for submissions! Just write up a post, or even just an idea, and e-mail it my way. 

3.12.2012

Why People Go Hungry

On Friday, I returned to being a normal, over-indulgent American. Our second month of 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess is finally complete.

Not sure what I'm talking about? Check out the post that started it all.

I drank my coffee with sugar and milk (and rejoiced!).

I ate sweets. Lots and lots of sweets. Also, lots and lots of processed foods.

And pizza. Oh, sweet nectar of life. I missed pizza.

You see, we went the last month only eating seven foods. And if that sounds crazy, it is.

Here's what I've been eating: brown rice, black beans, spinach, pears, fish, peanut butter, and coffee.

And here's what my wife was eating: brown rice, black beans, spinach, apples, bananas, almonds, and oatmeal.

Needless to say, we won't touch these foods with a ten-foot pole for the next week.

As with our first month, when we simplified stress in our lives, I've learned a lot from my experience. Simplifying food was not easy.

First of all, it became painfully obvious to us that we mostly live to cook/eat and not eat to live. Now, I could be wrong when I say this (I haven't actually researched it enough to know), but I suspect that humans are the only race that does this. And thus, we're the only race that suffers as a result of what we eat.

It's mind-boggling, really, how much money we spend on a monthly basis for food that ends up in the toilet. In effect, you might as well take the $150 per person (or more - that's the low end) that you spend on food and toss it down the drain, because that's what we're doing. And if that seems absurd to you, realize that we are doing exactly that by dedicating so much of our time and resources to something that ultimately ends up in the sewer.

I suspect that when I see this very problem in me, it's a sign of sickness. I was never meant to spend my life living to eat. For crying out loud, we have entire networks of television and schools of higher education dedicated to what we flush down the drain every day! As I progressed through the last month, I really wrestled with the fact that I was angry that I could only have my coffee black or that I always had smoothies for lunch and rice, beans, and fish for dinner.

Personally, I'm ashamed that I ever felt that way. To be so ungrateful for what we're blessed with is an attitude opposed to my very way of life. There's nothing fulfilling or satisfying about a negative, angry, ungrateful stance toward what we've been given.

More importantly, I learned about how ridiculous it is that so many people are hungry in the world. Here's an infographic from the Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) to whet your taste:


If that doesn't make you angry, confuse you, or sadden you, then you need to do some serious soul-searching. It's bone-chilling to think that nearly a billion people around the world were considered "hungry" in 2010. And that was only two years ago - the problem hasn't become any better since then.

Just think about this for a moment: if the hungry were a nation, that nation would be three times the size of the United States. It would be a need too great to ignore.

Instead, though, the hungry are everywhere. They're so dispersed that it seems like a minor blip on the radar of world issues at hand. However, there's no denying that this is a major problem. Essentially, one in six people in the world does not have access to a sufficient amount of food.

This especially weighed on my heart through my food month of the 7 challenge. Rice and beans were the staples of most of our meals, and we became sick of them quickly. Now we can have fun and joke about eating the same thing for a month straight and how sickening it sounds, but can you imagine not even having the ability to eat for a month straight?

The worst part about all of this? Rice and beans are cheap. Dirt, dirt, dirt cheap. Even in the United States, where the cost of living is exponentially higher than in other undeveloped countries, these essential food items are basically free (especially when compared to our more preferred foods - beef or chicken, amongst other things).

Since these foods are cheap, this means that there is an abundance of them and that they're cheap to grow as well. To me, that raises a red flag. You're telling me that I can pay a few dollars for a bag of beans and decently sized bag of rice, but nearly a billion people around the world are starving to death? I don't know if you've noticed, but something doesn't add up here.

Last week, I wrote about my recently completed senior paper on social justice, and how I learned about the importance of caring for the fatherless. However, something that was even more prominent in my studies was the concern we are supposed to have for those who are poor.

God expresses that his will is that there should be no one who is poor in this world. And while it seems like a contradiction, God understands that we, as people, suck. And because we suck, there are going to be poor among us; in fact, Jesus says they will always be with us. So what do we do?

I suspect you know the answer already, but it's simple. God lays it out in four easy steps for us.

Steps 1: Don't be a jerk. Don't harden your heart.

Don't know what it means to have a "hard" heart or a "closed" hand? It's simple, really. If you can look at the infographic I referred to earlier and not be affected, your heart is hard.

Step 2: Keep not being a jerk. Don't close your hand.

Now maybe you were affected by that infographic and it burdens you to think about the poor among us in the world. So your heart isn't necessarily hard. But is your hand "closed?" There's an easy way to see this.

If, when you're affected by statistics like that or pictures or descriptions of the poor in the world, you hurt for those people, you have a healthy heart. However, if your first thought after, "That sucks," is, "Well, I can't help them out - I don't have enough money," then you're closing your hand.

While it may be true that you yourself are poor and can hardly afford to give to those who have not, God honors those who give out of their poverty.

Step 3: Admit you were wrong. Open your hand.

This one is simple. Acknowledge that you might actually have a lot more money than others in this world. And while I don't know every single person that reads Life Before the Bucket, I suspect that the majority of this demographic is much, much richer than many others in the world. We're richer than we know. Admitting that we're part of the problem is the first step to a solution.

Step 4: Give.

How hard is this, really? The instructions are the simplest out of any of the steps. Why do we make it so painful?

Now, don't get me wrong. Eradicating poverty isn't simple. There are dozens of organizations who are feeding those without food who will quickly tell you that the solution isn't as simple as a redistribution of wealth. However, if we never give, how could we ever expect the poor to receive the help they so desperately need?

And while you may be wary of giving to charities, there are ways to ensure that you're giving toward a worthwhile cause. Charity Navigator is one organization who helps charities to remain transparent in their finances. This allows us, who give to them, to see where our money is being spent. I highly suggest taking a look at CN's website and finding a charity that meets your expectations.

And so here we are, left with a choice. Harden your heart and close your hand, or soften your heart and give generously. It seems our excuses are exhausted, while the need is ever-growing. Will you, then, consider dedicating yourself to this cause? Help feed those who can't afford a bag of beans and a bag of rice to feed their children. Help those who are so poor that they live on less than $1 a day.

Join us in getting over ourselves and helping others today. Don't be part of the reason why a billion people are going hungry today.

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Questions: Were you aware of how many people in the world are going hungry? What has your attitude in the past been toward these people? How will that change now that you're more aware? What charities do you support that are part of the solution to this need?


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