Twitter…

I’ve recently begun to use Twitter quite a bit more. I really like the fact that they have a 140 character limit. It forces the side of my brain that tries to make things more complicated than they should to stop. I have 140 characters to say what I need to get across. If I can’t do it succinctly maybe I need to evaluate the need to publish it via Twitter. Longer statements belong on blogs or other places. I love the fact that can peruse a couple of hundred tweets of other people quickly and discern the quality of the material. I remember in high school I was taking a journalism class and the motto was shorter is better. If you can tell the same store in fifteen less lines go for it.

As a "writer" and I use that term very loosely, I try to tell a story. Usually that means colorful language and meandering plot lines. However Twitter takes that away from me. I have to get to the point while still being legible. I challenge everyone to have a serious conversation with someone via Twitter. An honest back and forth where you have 140 characters to say what you need to then you have to wait for a response. It can eliminate the conversational bully(which my wife will tell you I am). You can’t inundate the co-talker with so much information that they become overloaded and nonresponsive. This is counterproductive in a conversational setting.

Our perceptions are our enemy…

Sometimes our greatest critics are those who are the closest to us. We are not immune to their recollection of our past and that can negatively effect our ability to a positive influence. Even if we have done no wrong, they know our lineage and the perception of the place we come from. Jesus even experienced this in Mark 6. While he was blameless, his childhood home was not receptive to his message. His prophecy and words fell on deaf ears. Realistically the people in his own hometown should have known better than anyone else in the world of the greatness of Jesus. The problem was not with Jesus however, it was with the listeners. They let themselves be distracted by something as meaningless as his origins, his background or his family. Realistically these factors are more of a worldly perception of a man trying to bring an Holy message.

I can’t count how many times I have hindered myself from receiving a message simply because I couldn’t get past the origins of a person. Growing up in a small town it’s hard not to know each others business. We can allow this level of knowledge to cripple the Holy Spirits ability to move within our lives. Honestly I hope that people who listen to a message I might have from God to be marred by some wrong I have committed in the past. We as finite beings have to realize that no matter the situation, God can use it. No matter the delivery agent, his message can be heard. Only if we have ears to hear.

True Friendship…

Are you a good friend? Probably not. None of us are really that good of a friend. We generally seek out relationships based upon what good they can do for us. However on the rare occasion you will find yourself a party to a relationship where you give significantly more than you get. More oft than not those relationships fail in a spectacular fashion. When that happens we find ourselves questioning how we got so deep into a non-symbiotic relationship. We ask why that friend couldn’t see how much of a user they were. We contemplate a lot of things that relate to our giving in that relationship without really wanting anything in return.

That being said I had a realization, maybe not so profound, but new to me nonetheless. God modeled friendship to us and how it should be held. In the very beginning he laid the framework for the perfect relationship.

God began the creation of all things @Genesis 1. As the creation goes along he creates the heavens and earth, waters, birds, fish, firmament, light and dark. All things essential to our existence. On the last working day of the creation he created animals and people in his own image. What does this really mean to us? Well in his great foresight he took painful care to make sure everything would be in place to create a liveable situation for us. Much like parents try to create a nest for a coming baby that is welcoming, he paved the way for us to walk in and be set up.

I’ve moved several times in my life. Each time it seems a little more difficult than the last. Usually because I am acquiring more stuff that I will have to then move. I consider that I have pretty good friends. However I have never moved quite like this. I have never had friends that would (nor have I done this myself) go ahead of me to my new place, set up my furniture, put food in my fridge, clean, straighten and basically set up a situation where I can walk in and just sit down and relax. Wouldn’t that be nice? But that is exaclty what God did for Adam here. He modeled the behavior of a perfet friend. He did all of this to create a habitable environment for us as humans. Enabling us to purely worship him.

Now not only did he create a cushy spot for Adam to land, he paid the rent on it too. He set only one ground rule for living in the house he had built. Now we follow to Genesis 2 and find his commandment. Simply stated don’t eat off of a certain tree. You have free reign to eat whatever, but this. Then came the expectation that Adam would keep up the property in a manner fitting his surrounding. But God didn’t expect him to do it alone. He created all kinds of animals and creatures to be a helper for Adam. Not only did he go out and get these "pets" for him, but he let him name them all. And in true fashion, Adam was not able to find a helper he thought that would be suitable for him. After being given all of this stuff….well he wasn’t satisfied. After all this work God has done for his friend you would think he would look at Adam and tell him to look around and get a grip. But no, not God the ever faithful friend. He created woman for Adams sake.

Really think about that. God is Adams only friend, and Adam in his finite wisdom is not satisfied. He wants more. And God goes out and gets him another friend. And Adam feels complete once this other being is introduced. What an insult. But God did not see it that way. He only was concerned with the happiness, joy and completeness of man. He wanted so much for us to be happy that he fulfilled our every need before we even knew what the needs were.

And to add insult to injury Adam and Eve broke the one cardinal rule of the Garden created for them. They did the one thing that God, their only true friend, asked them not to do. They abused his gift to them. They had been given everything by God, and five minutes alone with the serpent and all was lost. After his painstaking work, a simple conversation destroys it all. What kind of friend was Adam? What kind of friend are you?

Now in Gods defense if I had gone to all this trouble to set up a friend like he set up Adam and this had happened. Well I think kicking them out of Eden would have been the farthest thing from my mind. He just kicked them out of the perfect garden and gave them the rest of the earth to live on. They had to work a little harder, but they would still live and be provided for. Furthermore he let them know that if he reached out he could live forever.

He gave us yet another chance to redeem ourselves to him through our respect and honoring of his gifts of friendship. And to this day we continue to fail at this.

Now I say all of that to say this. As a believer I have come to a profound realization as to what a good friend is. I understand this. This is the level to which I will be held, and the level to which I will hold others. I hold my friends accountable to a standard of loyalty as a result of God’s example. But as a friend this in and of itself is a failure. I expect them to live up to a standard that they may not even understand. I hold them accountable for actions that they don’t even know are wrong. When in reality I am failing them as a friend. I am not letting them know that no matter what they do I am still there. Because as an example from God, we should be giving as a friend. Often we seek what we can receive from a relationship. The real pivot point of a friendship should be giving.

Precision…

Apparently we have a dog with superior aiming skills. I have never been more impressed and infuriated at the same time as I was last night.

Every day when I come home I go directly to the bathroom and change in to a pair of khaki shorts that I keep on a chair in the bathroom. When I get ready in the morning I place them back on the chair. Last night was no different than any other day. I came home and changed. I ate dinner and afterwards a friend came over to talk about some problems he was having. We sat on the front porch for a very long time. About every ten minutes or so I would catch a wiff of some horrible smell. For some time I thought it was me. I know my personal hygeine is better than what would cause this, but it was the only think I could think of. Eventually I considered that I was smelling the leavings of some neighborhood dog in our front yard. After the conversation ended I went inside and fed Leah before my bedtime. I always empty my pockets on the self right outside our bathroom before bed as well. It’s a ritual. Wallet, keys, change, ink pen, and finally cell phone. And thats when I discovered it.

I’m guessing through the course of the day my shorts fell on the floor in the bathroom. At some point after that our very small dog decided she would leave me a present. She somehow managed to poop in my pocket. Not a giant cargo pocket, or those gaping front pockets that exist on pleated khakis. Just a normal pocket. This little dog pooped with such precision that it was able to fall into the bottom of my pocket. Now from here is simply speculation, but I feel like she has been observing my habits for some time now. She knew that the left pocket is the one where I keep my cell phone. The one thing that goes in my pocket that has any real value to it that is difficult to replace. With that forethought she seized the moment to get the largest impact from the smallest action she could. She chose my left pocket. Luckily I have a plastic protector case on the outside of my cell phone. And it did it’s job. If one can expect the job of a cell phone cover is to protect it from poop in your pocket. I was able to remove the cover and dispose of the waste. After about fifteen clorox wipes for the phone itself (which never really came into contact with the feces) all is well. However I did have the strong urge to smother a small black daschund where she lay. This morning when I got up she looked at me with what I could only perceive to be a smile. I can honestly believe that she intentionally precision pooped in my pocket, more specifically my left pocket.

Another year…

Last Friday I closed the chapter on another year in my life. Birthdays always seem to be a time of great retrospect. A time of reflection. I did that in a big way. In the last year a lot of things in my life have changed. I’ve been up and down but all in all this year was probably the best year of my life yet. I keep finding that each year gets better. This sort of frightens me. If last year was that great, what is going to happen to be able to one up that? Wow.

I was blessed in a lot of areas. I expanded the love I have for my wife. I expanded my family with the addition of a daughter that is greater than I could have ever hoped for. I expanded my career with a new job. I expanded my friend base, adding a new level of spiritual friends. But most important I expanded my relationship with God. I was drawn closer than I have ever been in my whole life. I do not think it coincidence that during this drawing in, everything else in my life seemed just a little cleaner. A little more joyful.

Don’t get me wrong, the year was wrought with it’s own unique set of challenges. Some greater than I could have ever imagined. Some I imagined to be greater than they were. But all these problems seemed to be resolved, maybe not on my timeline, but resolved nonetheless. If you want to know why I had such a joyful year, feel free to ask me. I’ve got some things to share.

Like a child…

Isn’t it interesting to think that the closest we come to true love is as a child? Children can express love without condition. Greatfulness without any want of repayment.

As an adult it becomes increasingly difficult to give away a piece of yourself without some assurance that that piece will be returned partially or entirely. This in itself is a condition and exemplifies our selfish nature.

Is this possible for children because they haven’t been tainted by the world or because they have yet to allow themselves to be distracted by selfish matters?