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July 2011

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I Am Enough- a blog on contentment

So let me talk about some nothings before I start about somethings. If this blog is anything, it’s self indulgent. So you can read this, or skip to the “real part,” whatever tickles your fancy. OK, here we go with the nothings:

Last week I stepped on a nail and it pierced my foot pretty good. All the way through my TOMS Botas sole and then another inch into my foot. It was the strangest sensation I have ever had, pulling that old, rusty nail out of my foot. There are nerves inside my body that I never knew I had until that moment when I could feel the nail sliding out that inch of my foot. In the middle of it, though, I actually laughed out loud because I had an inner monologue going on that was pretty much verbatim that part in Family Guy when Stewie gets the glass stuck in his head after failing at his gymnast routine: “Do I take it out or leave it in?! Do I take it out or leave it in?!” I laughed because, even in that moment, I realized how funny Seth McFarlane can be sometimes. Though, not in recent memory…

Moving right along, I just got a Spotify account. Today. For those of you unaware, it’s kind of like iMesh. Which, for those of you unaware, was like Napster. Which, for those of you unaware, was like iTunes. Except illegal. Well, Spotify is like iTunes, but instead of using your own music, you have access to an increasing number of albums to stream from the Music Libraries of the Interwebs. For free. So, now I have pretty much an unlimited music library any time I have internet. And I can pick which tracks or artists I want to listen to- not like those radio station websites where you pick an artist and it tries to guess what else you’ll like. Sometimes I just want to listen to the Doors, you know? Or Led Zeppelin. Or Ke$ha. Not everything else that may or may not sound like them. So It’s pretty cool.

Which, I guess, will segue nicely into story time (NOTE: for those of you who were looking for it, this is the “real part”). I had an amazing opportunity to go go to Malawi (Africa) a few years ago. I was on a short term mission team, and we were able to serve in the country for about two months. It was a huge shaping part of my life. A lot of growing up happened on that trip. And looking back, I am glad I was still pretty naive when I went, because, had I then known all the things I know now, I wouldn’t have been able to function due to brokenness. The people of that country were so good to us. They became family. They gave us new names. And much more.

Our translator and guide, Captain Robert M’tengowalira (literally, weeping tree), had a lot of ridiculous things he would say. Fir instance, when asked what he would have to drink, he would say, “You know, Yamikani (my Chichewa name. Literally, praise), I think I will go with orange Fanta. Do you know why?” and I would say, “No, Captain. Why?” and he would answer, “Because I have never seen a Coke tree.” He also compared the meals we ate to building a home. In our stomach. But not everything he said was so silly. He was wise beyond his years.

One of his phrases that I picked up on that struck me the most was something he would say after meals. When he was offered more food, he would decline by saying, “I am enough.”

Not, “I’m full” like we would say here in the States. Not “stuffed.” Not “going into a food coma.” But “enough.”

I’m not sure if he meant it in the way that I took it. It could have just been the language barrier. But I took it much deeper than that. How often do we exhibit self control in our lives by saying, “I am enough.” Not, “I have everything I want.” But enough. Enough to get by. Enough to do what we need to do. Enough to support us, but not control us.

In our American culture, we have a dream. We call it the American Dream; to work hard and rise from obscurity into unimaginable success, riches, and fame. To have more than we could ever want. Stories like that exist all over our history. Sammy Sosa, Michael Jordan, Mark Zuckerburg, Bill Gates… You know, THOSE guys. Household names because of what they’ve done. What they have. And what we think we should model.

And yet, nowhere in the Bible is that something we are taught to model. In fact, it seems to be in stark contrast with what the Bible teaches about material things. Think about the parable of the rich man and the store houses. Or when Jesus said store up for yourselves treasure in Heaven. Or when John said if you have two coats, give one away. Or, the most famous, probably, the rich young ruler. Easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the Kingdom of God.

And so there are several roads here. And, believe me, I’m not saying everyone needs to be Shane Claiborne. That would be counterproductive. However, what I am saying is that the amassing of riches is not something scripture endorses. And that looks different for everyone. The neurosurgeon or anesthesiologist who works at St. Richie’s (get it?) and has a family of 6 is going to have a different level of “enough” than I am. They are also going to have a lot more financial responsibility for the Body than the single college student who isn’t working and is, in fact, now in debt $80k for that degree in social work.

It comes down to this: how many shirts do you want to own? Seriously, John was on to a good thing. If I have shirts and my neighbor is walking around naked, I am obligated by the law of the Kingdom to clothe him. Some of us are called to have one shirt and take it off to clothe our neighbor. Some of us will own shirt making stores that produce thousands of shirts to hand out. But the question is: are we doing it? Are we passing those shirts on to our naked brothers?

What are we spending ourselves on? Our time? Our money? Are those things Biblical? Or are they selfish? Do I have a 5 bedroom house when I only need a 3 bedroom? If I do have extra bedrooms, do I use them to house people who need a bed? Or do I use them for decoration? Do I buy that 2012 Jetta because I think of it as an investment, or do I buy the 2009, even if I can afford the 2012? What kind of example do I set for those around me with a choice like that?

How much is enough?

Jul 29, 20117 notes
#something #nothing #enough #africa #salvation army #stories #spotify #spirituality #spiritual #religion
I Have No Witty Title Today...

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy.

That’s what I pray.

When I don’t have anything else I can pray, that’s what I pray.

This morning I saw reports of an explosion in Oslo, Norway. I know Oslo because all of the progressive power metal bands I listened to once upon a time played Oslo. Symphony X, Dream Theater, Amon Amarath, Opeth, etc. I know those guys love their metal. They are always so excited in those live show recordings. And so, when I saw a little blurb on NPR this morning about an explosion, I felt a little sorry, but didn’t think much about it.

Since I have been home I have been reading the story unfold. The story of what looks like a terrorist attack on Oslo. Multiple attacks. At least one involving the murdering of children.

I think back to that defining moment in my life- the moment that changed me forever. “Where were you when the towers were hit?” That’s a universal question Americans can ask, and everyone remembers. It turns out that my house mates and I, who didn’t even meet each other until last year, were about 100 yards away from each other that day. Glued to our TVs. Watching America change before our eyes. Watching our innocence being taken from us. Right there. In those few hours.

And I think about Norway. What kind of people think they can advance their ideals by the murder of innocents? Maybe more naively, I ask, what kind of people think they can advance their ideals by murder of any kind?

And then I try not to think about it any more. I start to get overwhelmed. I begin stretching myself too thin. I don’t have anything to do or say to help…

Except

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy.

It’s simple. Quaint, even. Have mercy. Yet, the early church fathers would say that the entire Gospel is wrapped up in those words.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God have mercy

And so, when all seems lost, when I can’t turn anywhere else, when things just seem too big to handle, when there seems to be nothing right in the world any longer

I pray.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy.

Jul 22, 20113 notes
#oslo #jesus #prayer #jesus prayer #hope #9/11 #911 #mercy #spirituality #spiritual #religion
Something Else

Want to hear me talk for 8 minutes? You got it.

-Dave

Jul 20, 2011
#worship #worship leader #leading #worship leading #guitar #gear #pedals #amps #salvation army #salvation #army #christian #jesus #music #spirituality #spiritual #religion
A BLOG POST: What I Believe (and what i know) ((By Matthew Paul Turner))

I’m a regular reader of Matthew Paul Turner’s blog. I am also reading his book, Churched. Well, I’m listening to it. It’s an audio book. But I really like his writing. It’s nice. It inspires me. It humbles me. Sometimes it convicts me. But today he had a sweet blog that I just wanted to share with all of my 10 readers. So here it is,

Word,
-Dave

A BLOG POST: What I Believe (and what i know) ((By Matthew Paul Turner))

I believe in the message of Jesus.

(But I know I contradict that message all the time.)

I believe that message asks me to love my neighbor.

(But I know that I forget the first name of the Asian lady who lives in the condo right next to mine. I think its Sherry or Shirley or Shana, but I don’t know for sure.)

I believe that I’m supposed to pursue humility.

(But I know that sometimes humility sucks and usually results in poor blog traffic.)

I believe that absolute truth exists.

(But I know that the words “believe” and “absolute” in that last sentence sort of contradict each other. And I know that I probably won’t know what absolute truth is in this life. And I believe I’m okay with that. But I don’t know.)

I believe that Jesus resurrected from the dead.

(And I know that, chances are, if I had been born and raised in India, I would think Jesus was a good prophet. Or I wouldn’t care who Jesus is.)

I believe that asking questions is a good thing.

(But I know that a lot of people’s answers scare the crap out of me.)

I believe that the love of God is vast and rich and inclusive.

(But I know that the Bible says that God pretty much hated the Philistines.)

I believe that my faith in Jesus compels me to live a life of love and selflessness.

(But I know many people who don’t share my faith who are far more loving and selfless than I am.)

I believe Love wins.

(But I know and have experienced numerous circumstances where love actually lost.)

I believe that I am called to live a life that pursues unity.

(But I know a number of people whom I struggle to be in the same room with.)

I believe that one day God will make things right.

(But I know that I’ll probably think that some of “God’s right” is wrong.)

I believe that faith exists somewhere in the middle of what I believe and what I know.

(But I know that my reality is here and now, and at the moment, consists of me thinking of a clever way to end this sentence.)

Jul 13, 20115 notes
#reblog #matthew paul turner #mpt #jesnsneedsnewpr #jesus #needs #new #pr #jesus needs new pr #theology #awesome #spirituality #spiritual #religion
In Defense of Manhood

This started as a series of tweets I posted this morning… Wait. Back up.

This started as a response to a Twitter/Facebook post that’s been getting a lot of blogging attention over the last 48 hours by Mark Driscoll, @pastormark. It reads,

“So, what story do you have about the most effeminate anatomically male worship leader you’ve ever personally witnessed?”

I was peeved when I read this, as were a lot of my blogger friends that I follow and communicate with. The part that angered me the most, though, was the 650+ comments that followed, most of which were OKing the idea that a topic like this is one that the Body should be having. This is not OK.

So, before I begin, I just want to say this to anyone who ends up reading this: America’s idea of manhood is completely wrong. Guns, beer, spitting, chest hair, hunting, baseball, MMA, blowing things up, eating steak, womanizing, and grunting are NOT what being a man is all about. These are things we have manufactured. Ideas we have been planting in the heads of little boys for generations. And it is not OK.

Just like little girls have to grow up with fake, unrealistic expectations pushed on them by magazine covers and television programming at every turn, so little boys are also taught a fake, disgusting idea of what manhood is. We have lost control.

And those little boys grow up to be teachers. Leaders. Pastors. And they make things WORSE by saying God tells us in the Bible how men are supposed to be. No more pu**ification of our America, they say. No more effeminate church leaders. We need men! they say. Real men! Men who don’t sit down to pee, but “pissith against the wall” (that’s a real sermon on Youtube).

Well, Mark, and others like you, I would like to talk to you about what being a man is all about. And what it is not about. Because I am a man. And, not to toot my own horn, but I believe I’m a dang outstanding man, at that.

So, here it is, In Defense of Manhood:

Dear haters,

  • I’m a man.
  • It’s true, I have been known to sew my own cloths
  • Sometimes, actually, most of the time, I hug anyone who will take one
  • I cry too much. Seriously. I’m a weeper. Books. Movies. Songs.
  • Conversations. Lunch. Seriously.
  • I abhor sports- except soccer
  • I watch chick flix by myself
  • My singing voice is an alto. That’s a girl’s range, for the rest of you.
  • But dang it, I’m a man.
  • I don’t drink beer
  • I don’t burp loudly
  • I put the seat down after I pee
  • I like walking in parks just because
  • Although I respect the discipline, I don’t care for MMA
  • If the mood is right, I like listening to Ke$ha (but not live, because she sucks)
  • And I grow out my nails because it’s easier to play guitar
  • Sometimes I listen to music without words and it brings me to tears
  • I don’t own a truck. I have a 2003 Chrystler LHS that was my grandma’s.
  • And I don’t give a hoot about patriotism.
  • I don’t have flags hanging from my porch
  • Or my car
  • Or anywhere
  • I don’t go hunting and can’t really fish
  • I like camping, but not because it’s “the great outdoors,” I like being with my friends around a fire and singing songs and looking at the stars and making s’mores.
  • I blog about how I really feel about stuff, and sometimes it ends up on Twitter
  • In high school I was the only boy to play Alto Horn except Nate Himes.
  • I dish about boys with my girl friends
  • And I use conditioner in my hair.
  • But dang it, I’m a man.
  • I hold the door for people if I get there first
  • I say “please” and “thank you” because they’re the magic words
  • I chew with my mouth closed
  • And never talk with my mouth full
  • I love spending time with older people because I understand that they know more than me
  • I drink tea, not coffee
  • I’m not afraid to say when a dude is attractive
  • Sometimes my friends and I hold hands. We’re not gay. We just hold hands.
  • I hate war
  • I don’t own an X-BOX360
  • I don’t actually play any video games
  • I can grow a pretty mean beard,
  • But I’m self-conscious about my chest hair, but I play it off like I’m not
  • I’m not afraid to say the words, “I love you” to dudes or girls
  • I’ve been known to say it to my mom and dad, too, without blinking
  • And, dang it, I’m still a man.

Word
-Dave

Jul 10, 20116 notes
#manhood, #driscoll #mark #manly #man #effemanite #worship leader #worship #church #gay #spirituality #spiritual #religion
None Shall Pass.

What?

None shall pass.

Done.

So, I understand that English is a very limited language and all, but couldn’t we just be a little more creative? Like, here. There’s this weird phenom that happens when I talk about The Dear Hunter. That’s this band that I really dig:

The weird thing is that there’s another band, just as- if not more- popular named Deerhunter.

When I talk to people about either one, sometimes I get confused. And I KNOW they get confused. I’m like, “No, THE Dear Hunter. Not Deerhunter. You know. That one?” Why couldn’t they just have different names completely?! They’re ruining my life.

Then there’s King’s Kaleidoscope from Mars Hill Seattle whose name sounds nothing like The Dear Hunter but their style TOTALLY does.

OK, well, maybe not so much there other than the vocals. But that’s the only video they have on Youtube. Which is weird, because it isn’t even that good. They have a great album from Good Friday two years ago. It might just be under Chad Gardner’s name, but it’s sweet. Go get it on Mars Hill’s website. It’s free if you can find it. Like a little treasure hunt. But totally worth it. There’s like trombones and fluglehorns and stuff. Used tactfully. It’s great.

(EDIT: I found the song I was thinking of. Take a listen.)

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In other news, I just got back from a week at Fishing (yes, fishing) Camp in the thumb area of Michigan. I got a lot of sun, little sleep, and less fish. Zero to be exact. Granted, I only cast my line out twice all week, but seriously. This kid, Kenny, caught 36 fish. He couldn’t have shared a little? Stupid kids.

So, next week both Harry Potter 8 and Whine the Pooh come out in theaters. I think I may spend the whole day at the theater by myself and cry a lot. So no one bother me.

For anyone who cares about it that reads this (one, maybe one and a half of you) the Strymon Timeline, or Timeline2 came out this week. Yesterday. And sold out in 7 minutes. Amazing. So now the process starts over again. Gear Heads sit in front of their computers waiting for that second e-mail from Strymon announcing batch #2. And then there will be the inevitable 200 more threads started on TGP talking about how amazing it is for the next 6 months until someone else comes out with the next end all delay pedal. Probably Strymon themselves. Anyway. Over.

In closing, I know most of you are tired of the whole “ZOMG MUMFORD AND SONS THEY’RE THE BEST THING EVER ZOMG” thing, and so am I. But that doesn’t mean they’re not good. So, I leave you with a much better version of Come Thou Fount (the Sufjan Stevens arrangement, in fact) played by Mumford And Sons. Because I couldn’t just leave it where it was.

Word
-Dave

Jul 6, 20113 notes
#random, #worship, #strymon, #fishing #deerhunter #dear hunter #mumford and sons #sufjsn stevens #timeline #spirituality #spiritual #religion
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