Assuming the Position: Maybe I Did, Maybe I Didn't

This post was originally written for and posted by Jamie, the Very Worst Missionary. Enjoy!

Alright, tell me I’m not alone in this:

You’re sitting in church, in those god-awful pews – who decided chairs weren’t good enough, anyway? – and you’re getting a little hazy. The eyes start drooping a little, the drool starts running from your mouth, and then suddenly…

SMACK!

The significant other next to you lays out a new bruise on your finely gelled hair.

Not cool, significant other.

After you get over the fact that you’ve just had a mini-stroke, heart attack, and peed your pants all at once, you’re suddenly more aware than you’ve ever been before. Even though the scenery is still the same, something is different. Your eyes have been opened, even if unwillingly.

That’s where I was at this past summer.

I’m a 21 year old male. I go to a Christian college. So, naturally, I would do my internship at a pregnancy center, right? Riiiiight.

Let’s just say pregnancy centers aren’t exactly overflowing with young adult males who like Jesus.

Thankfully, there were a few guys that graced our presence this summer. Except they didn’t like Jesus, which was fine by me. So we talked about other important stuff – like… sports cars fishing trying to stay sane while the girlfriend is pregnant. So basically, yeah, we talked about sports.

Once a week, though, I would sit in on a class with a few dads that came around this place. We would talk about the importance of dads – and by we, I mean, one guy would talk, and the rest of us would listen. We’d all be watching the clock, hoping God would have mercy on us, and eventually, we would get through the class.

This lasted for 7 weeks.

Seven weeks of sitting in a room, bored out of your mind with two other guys who were at least as bored as I was. And you could tell that the guy teaching didn’t want to be there either. You see, the guys in the class were what we call “court ordered.” So they had to be there. And so we had to be there to teach them.

Cue the head-bobbing, the glazed-over eyes, and the drooling.

Sounds a lot like church, right?

And then the significant other goes and ruins your good hair day.

It was our last class. In fact, it was after our last class was done, and I was so ready to be done with this stuff. I can only handle so much “dad-talk,” since I’d like to think I’m about 20 years removed from having kids (the wife would beg to differ).

And then it happened.

My significant other, aka, the God man himself, smacked me upside the head. And he made it about as obvious as it can get.

The teacher leaves to go print something off for the guys, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, one of the guys says, “Mannnn, do you believe in destiny?”

After I picked my jaw off of the floor and responded, he went on to tell me about some struggles he was having with his girlfriend and how he’s not sure how hard he should fight for her. I told him that I personally don’t think God has one special person for him and that if he doesn’t get it right, then it’s game over.

Naturally, like in all the good evangelism videos, he wanted to know more. And, frankly, I told him that I didn’t know much more. I told him straight-up that he needed to try praying. To which he replies, “I don’t know how to do that, man.”

WHAT?!

So I taught him to pray that day.

Anyway, I’ll save you the rest of the story by telling you that this kid wasn’t “saved” that day. He didn’t pray “the prayer,” and we didn’t baptize him. But I’d like to think that God got through to him that day.

God reached out to him.

And I'm still hoping, three months later, that this kid reached back.

So maybe I “evangelized” and maybe I didn’t. But I do know that I got to share the love of Jesus with that kid.

And that is all that matters.

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Question: Have you ever had an experience like this? When (if ever) did you first "learn" to pray?

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Connected

Today is our first day off from school. Naturally, my body chose to wake up earlier than I have in weeks. Makes sense.

It's Friday.

For me, that means the end of school for another semester. It signals that there's less than a week until my application for graduate school is due. It also means preparing to travel to a good friend's wedding. 

What does this Friday mean to you?

To me, this Friday also signals the return of a practice I've abandoned, something I want to try again: Five Minute Fridays.

It's simple, really. You write for five minutes on a prompt that The Gypsy Mama. No edits. No nothin'. Just writing. An exercise made for Fridays, indeed.

This week's prompt? Connected.

On your mark... Get set... Go!

Living now is easier than it's ever been. We have microwaves, the internet, and Netflix. What more could we ask of life? And when we need others, it's easier than ever to find them, because we're always connected.

Whether through a cell phone, an iPod, a laptop, or even a LeapPad, we all (young and old) are connected at the hip (literally) with each other. And though it seems easier than ever to live, this is part of our 21st century world that is harder for me.

I crave solitude. To escape in moments of disconnectedness. It's not that I don't love being with and around and connected to others. It's the exact opposite, in fact. I love others so deeply that I need to disconnect. To recharge, refuel. To make sure my own battery doesn't die for the sake of those around me.

I love being able to connect with others through the medium of the internet, especially. With you, specifically, through this blog. And I want to connect with more people as time passes. For now, though, I'm content with the connection we've made today, and hope you'll help others to find a connection today, as well.

STOP!

Questions Do you enjoy our constant connectedness? How often do you disconnect from the world? 

Remember to follow Life Before the Bucket if you haven't already!

The War on Christmas

I worked out yesterday, but I'm not sore today, so I feel like it didn't count or something.

Ten days, seventeen hours, and five minutes.

Let me guess: you didn't even have to look and see what day I'm referring to.

So what was your first thought when you saw that countdown to Christmas? Excitement? Joy? Dread? Apathy? Disgust?

My first thought was definitely: "Holy poop, Christmas is in ten days."

My second thought was confusing, especially in comparison to my first: "Let's get it over with!"

Photo credit: Flikr - greyloch

Oh snap. I'm turning into Scrooge. Or maybe the Grinch is a more appropriate description. 

You see, I used to love Christmas. Like every kid, I loved presents. But now, I don't even know what I want for Christmas most of the time (hence this post). And yet, I'm told that there's much more to this holiday season than gifts. But I just don't see it.

Instead, here's what I see:

Commercialism. Selfishness. Materialism. Greedy spirits. Fighting and bickering among loved ones. A supposed "war" on Christmas.

Meanwhile, I'm left scratching my head, unsure of what Jesus has to do with any of this. Heck, I wonder if Jesus has any clue we're counting down to his big birthday bash with the way we act around this time of year.

Sure, charitable giving goes up. We're all excited to lend a helping hand to anyone who asks. But when it comes down to it, if things don't go our way, we're "bahhumbug"-ing the entire way through and could care less about those who are truly in need.

It's all insanity, and I don't understand it. Heck, I'm even a part of it!

We've taken something so simple, and yet so beautiful, and turned it into a monster. Frankenstein's got nothin' on the beast that we've created called "Christmas" (or as several people like to deem it around this time of year, "CHRISTmas"). No matter how you capitalize it, Jesus has nothing to do with what we're doing down here on December 25th.

Sadly, there is a war on Christmas going on. But it has little to do with retail and department stores. And it has absolutely nothing to do with whether you say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy holidays."

Truth be told, if you're "fighting" the "war" espoused by the media around this time of year, then chances are, you're on the wrong side.

The real war on Christmas is a one-sided affair, and most of us are losing the battle.

Christmas isn't lost, though.

I see it when people gather simply to be together, with no pretense of "gathering for the holidays" (and by "holidays," I mean presents). 

I see it as people share the Christmas story with their families from the Bible.

I see it when people give more than they are able to, because someone needs food or a home, and not just because we're worried they "won't have a Christmas."

Fight for Christmas this year, and remember what it's truly about.

Question: What excites you most about Christmas? What's your favorite holiday tradition around this time of year? How are you working to remember what Christmas is truly about?

More Reflections

You can see my first set of reflections here.

After reading a blog post from a blog that I truly enjoy, I find myself wanting to write simply for the sake of writing. Not for the comments. Not to send a message. Not to rattle cages or to make someone laugh. I want to write just to write.

Why? Because I find joy in it. Sometimes I find purpose and meaning in it. I don't know that it's "okay" in my mind to write without a purpose, but I wonder if I could be wrong in my thinking.

I write because I believe that God can communicate through my words. However, I know that he could just as easily find another way to give you a pat on the back today. Or to let you hear those words you desperately need. Am I wrong in thinking that God wants to use me?

This hasn't been the easiest few months. I enjoy most things less than I would like to. I believe that God loves us enough to let us enjoy life. But what happens when the joy ceases? Or decreases? Again, does this mean I was wrong and that I'm not to enjoy life? That doesn't seem to make much sense. But then again, that's the case with a lot of happenings in life. Trying to makes heads or tails of these events just makes them more painful.

I know a lot of things to be true. I'm smart, not because of anything I've done, but simply because that's how God created me. I'm not as quiet as I appear - I simply enjoy hearing what others have to say. I know that God has transformed my life in a way that no scientist can explain.

It's those things that I'm unsure of, though, that get me. When it's quiet and no one else is around - something else I enjoy - those things badger me, begging me to validate them.

I know, though, that God never intends those things to be known. Instead, he simply asks that I try to do what he wants me to do, and trust that it'll make sense in the end.

The "I Don't Know" of Christmas

I'm starting to measure the productivity of my days by the number of dishes that I wash in our apartment. Oh, dear. 

It's that time of year again.

You know the drill: lights, cameras, and... well, action. Just not the movie-star kind of action. More like the I-can't-stand-my-family-and-need-an-excuse-to-leave kind of action. Surely you know what I'm talking about.

Now don't get me wrong. I love the holidays. I enjoy my family. Heck, I even like my in-laws. And I love any excuse to get out of school.

There's one thing, though, that always baffles me around this time of year. And no, it's not the fact that Jesus probably wasn't born on December 25th.

It's the inevitable "I don't know" of Christmas.

You've been there - I know it. You go to family reunions around Thanksgiving, and without fail, a particular relative or two asks you what you want for Christmas. You know it's coming every year, and yet, you inevitably mumble your answer:

"I don't know."

Now if you're reading this, you most likely don't need anything for Christmas (unless you have one too many "hole-y" socks - my wife claims this is the case for me). However, we all want something or other, right? I mean, you can never have enough stuff.

Or can you?

I think that "I don't know" moment at those family reunions with those pesky, persistent relatives reveals something about us.

Now, before you jump ship, let me just say that I'm not advocating the abandonment of Christmas gifts. In fact, I have a wish list for myself (which you can see here!). That isn't where I'm going with this (today, anyway).

What I am advocating, though, is a little more thought when we respond to others with our "wish list" for Christmas. If you had that "I don't know" moment this year, even for half a second, then I'm talking to you.

If you, for even a millisecond, weren't sure what you wanted for Christmas this year, consider wishing for something that someone else needs this year. There are a million and one ways that you can do this. One of my favorites, though, comes from the World Vision Gift Catalog.

This thing is so cool. You can buy a GOAT for crying out loud! I'm guessing you'll be the only person in your neighborhood wishing for that for Christmas.

And if goats aren't your thing, there are a bunch of other cool things you can wish for...

• A chicken. Not to eat, though, so don't get any ideas.
• A DUCK! Sorry, I just get really excited about this stuff.
• A sheep, if you don't want your gift to try and fly away.

Not to mention a few other cool things that would truly change this world...

• Emergency food for someone that's literally starving to death.
• Life-saving medicines for someone that's dying of a curable disease.
• Help for a girl who is being sexually exploited.

Wow.

Even as I type, I can't imagine wishing for anything else. 

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Question: What are you wishing for this Christmas? Would you consider wishing for something out of the World Vision Gift Catalog?

Note: I am in no way affiliated with World Vision. I could disappear and they would never know. I just really like their gift catalog and think you would like it, too.