Sunday, September 27, 2009

Re-immergence



It's a little ironic now the last post was entitled "The Vanishing Point" and that of all the blog posts here, that one got a comment.

There is too much to update, so here is a summary: Life is almost back to normal. I'm not sure what that is, but it sounds good. It won't be normal for long. We are having another baby!

I hope you're still breathing and reading. We've taken the mantle of the kids program that runs concurrently with Mom2Mom, twice a month. Elaine is also spearheading Good News Club at one of the Syracuse Schools.
I'm going to assist with the Wednesday night and run games. Our studio is still willing to help out your church ministry, same as always. In fact we'll be looking to shoot some video very soon on a project for Syracuse Alliance.

October is here, and October is Clergy Appreciation month. So in appreciation of our clergy, we are offering a free professional portrait of the pastor, him and his family and a headshot. The portraits will be available for free download and printing. If you are in the Syracuse area, or could be, or in central New York and not far away from Syracuse, give us a call.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The confused role

I started writing this post in a kilt. The traditional garb of the Gaelic warrior. I felt a connection to those long faded memories of warriors. The Scots fought in WWII in their kilts and routed Germans in their fierceness. They fought off the English for years in the cold highlands of Scotland.
I did several Google searches for "kilt" and found it fascinating.
Until very recent men wore unbifubricated garments and in some countries they still do, just not in America (the western hemisphere).
No I don't have a camo kilt. It's a utilikilt mocker.
Our youth today are bombarded with sex. It's has worked its way into everything around us. It drives advertising, whether it is overt, or subtle. We also want to sanitize our gender play. No guns, dolls and dress up are for both boys and girls. We can't accept that we are inherently wired completely different. Girls want to nurture and boys want to hunt and conquer. By the way, that's no girly man in the picture, that's all masculine man competing in a Scottish games.

This is our confusion.

How do we clarify?

Well as I wore my kilt and let the visions of Celtic and Scottish warriors battle an intriguing idea came to me. We as a church have not come to the place where we celebrate boyhood and manhood. Do we take time as men to interact with the boys, man-to-male? Do we mentor them? Who teaches the boys at church? Men? Or is it a few dedicated older ladies? How about our teen boys. At the time they most need men and are stumbling along fledging away from their parents, who is reaching out to them? When they come of age, do we celebrate their manhood? Many cultures have a coming of age celebration. The Jewish boys have a bar miztva. The Aborigines have a walk-about. The Native Americans had a vision-quest.

Perhaps we need to reach into our deep past and create a modern-day celebration of manhood.

Here's some interesting links about rites of passage: Circle of Life and Rite of passage. I do not necessarily espouse their beliefs or opinions.

I just finished reading Jon Krakauer, "Where Men Win Glory" a biography of Pat Tillman. "Pat Tillman walked away from a multi-million dollar NFL contract to join the Army and became an icon of post 9/11 patriotism. When he was killed in Afghanistan two years later, he became a tool for the White House propaganda. Thus a legend was born. But the real Pat Tillman was much more remarkable, and considerably more complicated, than the fiction sold to the public."
Spoiler alert: This is a raw telling of war and life in war. It as much a political statement against the American leadership at the time as a biography.
Krakauer quotes Lee Harris' "The Suicide of Reason" in the post script.
"The problem is not that Fukuyama is dead wrong; the problem is that he is half right. Unfortunately for us, the wrong half. In the West, we are perilously getting down to our last man. Liberal democracy, among us, is achieving the goal that Fukuyama predicted for it: It is eliminating the alpha males from our midst, and at a dizzyingly accelerating rate. But in Muslim societies, the alpha male is still alive and well. While in America we are drugging our alpha boys with Ritalin, the Muslims are doing everything in their power to encourage their boys to be tough, aggressive, and ruthless... We are proud if our sons get into a good college; they are proud if their sons die as martyrs."
What do we want for our boys? Good college and a comparable lifestyle, or do we need to shun the status quo and foster in our boys adventure, courage, discipline, ruggedness and devotion to follow God's call, even to martyrdom?

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Vanishing Point



I stumbled upon a soul searching question in a writing/marketing blog.
"If your church disappeared from the neighborhood, and in essence didn’t exist in your community, who would notice?"

Let that question sink in and grab a tall cup of coffee to plumb its depth. Here's the article by Ryan Imel at Copyblogger. Take a few minutes to read it and then come on back for a few thoughts about disappearing churches.

This post has been on the back burner a long time.

Is my church effectively reaching it's target? If we closed up "shop" would people miss us? Would they find another place to worship God, or would they fall away? That's a test of depth of ministry.
Is my church different that the 2 dozen other evangelical churches in the neighborhood? Am I reaching a culture group effectively, or am I broadcasting and hoping someone is listening?
Is this ministry filling a need of ministry or a need for me to feel important?

Do people really listen. An interesting survey was just released and people are very comfortable being invited to church (especially around Easter) by a friend. Do we invite friends? Do we have friends that don't attend church?

Many are concerned about the political movement away from conservatism and judeo-christian ethics. We've got no one to blame but ourselves.

I had an interesting conversation with an old friend. His kids were so busy playing church, they fell off the boat. They both have children out of wedlock and are not attending or involved in a church. From my generation about 1990 to the present we have lost our focus. We have played church so long, we don't know what the real thing is. Our youth have suffered. They have lost their way and are adrift on the open sea of relativism and moral ambiguity.

Man the rescue boat. We need to venture out on the high seas.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Ichabod

"She named the boy Ichabod, saying, "The glory has departed"" I Samuel 4:21
It. You got to have it as a ministry. You can't buy it, you can't earn it, you can catch it, you can realize one day that you've had it, or you can realize that somewhere along the way you lost it.
That's where I find myself. Having just read It: How Churches and Leaders Can Get It and Keep It, by Craig Groeschel. I find myself having lost it.
I've been flying by the seat of my pants, stressed out, missing appointments with God and I'm flat out grounded and broke. I have tried for the last two years to read through the Bible. I made it about half way through. I've decided that I will press on, I hope to read the second half in half a year, but even if I finish in a year, I've done it, straight through once.
I feel as though the creative juices have dried up, but I know that's not entirely true. They're just drier in the desert, the well has to be cleaned out and dug deeper. The past 9 months have seen a lot of struggles and changes in our lives and I'm just starting to get a handle on some of them. I plan to write something each week in each blog. Our photography studio is off to a slow start, but I am hopeful with some of our unique marketing, we'll grow our market share.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Snowmen


As another snow event comes through and I contemplate shoveling its good just to stop and reflect: We love and hate the snow. It's beautiful and has a calming action in our life. Things tend to slow down. We hate because we have to go and move, we drive slower, we have accidents, things get canceled. The kids love it, they whiz down hills on their sleds, pelt each other with snowballs and build snowmen.
We are a lot like snowmen. We are short lived, temporal beings. We are stubborn (ever try to move a snowman?). We let the world around us make us who we are, and put the smile or frown on out face. We can be looking good on the outside, but we're still dirty on the inside, a snow flake forms around a tiny speck of dirt.
Snowmen have all different personalities, short and fat, tall and lean, large and small, straight and crooked. Some hat top hats, some baseball caps, some long pointy noses and some short squatty noses, some where sun glasses and scarves and some just a pair of mittens.
We are like snowmen in how we are all different in shape and personality. We are all unique and special to God. Next time you see a snowman, remember were a lot alike. Maybe when it snows round up the kids and build a snowman or two.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Christmas Traditions


What's so important about Christmas traditions? Think back about your family traditions for Christmas, maybe you opened your presents on Christmas Eve after a church service, or maybe just one. You could open your stockings as soon as you got up on Christmas morning or you had to wait. Maybe it was a special meal? Did you read the Christmas story? Traditions are the generational glue that hold families together.

(Sorry about the format. Blogger and Open Office don't get along).

I took a look back at some of our family traditions this year, because we've added two girls to the mix.

  • Cutting the tree down at the Christmas tree farm and dragging it out through the woods, usually in deep snow and on snowshoes of late.
  • Decorating the tree has a number of traditions, the lights, then the ribbon, then the ornaments.
  • Christmas breakfast: fruit from around the world, baked brie and sparkling juice.
  • We open presents on Christmas morning after breakfast.
  • We try to stay home on Christmas, so we all play Santa on Christmas Eve and deliver presents to the rest of the family in the area.
  • We tried to read the Christmas story every year, and to celebrate the advent Sundays.
  • Our cat's tradition is to sleep under the tree, eventually he ends up on the back side, either on a pile of boxes or in the last open space between them and we wonder where he is.
  • The Moscow Ballet's "The Nutcracker" has become a tradition. Moriah is a mouse this year, she'll have quite a bit of stage time compared to last year.
Traditions are fluid, they can change as needed. It won't be too many more years and we won't play Santa on Christmas Eve, because the kids will have grown up. We had the first advent Sunday sneak up and right on by us this year. That's okay, the youngest wouldn't get much out of it. Next year they'll both be ready for it.
I mentioned that tradition is the generational glue that holds families together, it can also tear them apart. Back when I was a kid: we'd get the whole family together, 30+ and have a party. That generation still has a party, but many of the younger generation doesn't make it. They've started their own family traditions. It's tough to break away, but it's okay, the young family needs that chance to establish itself.
The most important tradition of all is the one that teaches the next generation that Jesus is the reason we celebrate, His birth and His purpose in coming to this sin stained world to redeem us. Last year I wrote Moriah's renaissance alter ego a Christmas story.
Warning: Plot spoiler ahead. Princess Afeicta was chosen to dance with the traveling ballet in the Nutcracker. After the performance she got to stay up late and recieved a special present from her father. She went to the cast party. It was late when she fell asleep. She dreamed of being a daughter of a Magus, and they were traveling across the desert at night, following a star. They came to Jerusalem, and found no baby king, they found him instead in a small house in Bethlehem. Her fathered was warned supernaturally not go back to Jerusalem, and Joseph ad Mary were told to flee. He father decides to hire Joseph as a carpenter and go on to Egypt. She dreamed of the flight of the caravan and coming into Cairo. The bazaar was wonderful, dancers from all over, Egypt, India, Gypsies, Greek, and it ended with the beat of the Irish drum and their fast moving feet. She awoke, to the drumming of the snow on the window. and she hugged the book, she remembered looking into the King's eyes, this future King, she now held, holds the world in place and came to save her.

Think hand bound with leather cover and illustrations. That might sound like a couple of beloved Christmas stories. That's tradition that will be hard to repeat this year, even though it has been requested. I've got to go: Time to get working on the Christmas story tradition.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Family Day!

I took Saturday off from everything to spend a day with all my girls. We went on about a 200 mile odyssey around central New York. Here's some of the sights we saw along the way.
From Fall Falls Tour
Mesmerized.

From Fall Falls Tour
From the bottom.

From Fall Falls Tour
Old meets new in the wind farm.

From Fall Falls Tour
Cascades.

From Fall Falls Tour
What a view!


From Fall Falls Tour
Dunes in CNY?!?!

From Fall Falls Tour
Golden Harvest.

From Fall Falls Tour
I don't see any salmon!?!

From Fall Falls Tour
Daddy and his girl.

From Fall Falls Tour
A beautiful end to a beautiful day.

From Fall Falls Tour
Sunset. Time to go home.