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Didn’t have internet on Thanksgiving, so this is getting posted late.

 

There’s a syndicated radio show that features the fictional character, “Earl Pitts”; and he starts out each commentary with the line, “You know what makes me sick?  You know what makes me so mad I just want to…”  He then goes on a facetious rant about one thing or another.  Even though his subject matter can be pretty off the wall, I think that most people can relate to the idea of things that drive them crazy.  As a matter of fact, I believe that if you ask most people what “makes them sick” or “makes them mad”, they’d immediately be able to reel off a whole list of very specific issues.  But ask people what they are thankful for, and it may not come as quickly or specifically.  It seems to me that human nature bends rather easily toward looking past the blessings, and counting the costs.  So even though it may seem trite, I’d like to pass along a list of things I am thankful for.  You’ll probably notice that a lot of them aren’t particularly spectacular, but I’ve found that it is the everyday things that ultimately determine the quality of our lives.  I’ve also chosen to forgo the obvious items of God and my family.  If you’ve ever read anything that I have written, you know that those are the two most important things in my life, but I thought it better to speak of things that may go unnoticed.

 

I’m thankful for my neighbors.  People like Jeremy and Holly, who put up an awesome basketball hoop in their driveway, and let every kid in the neighborhood play there (at all hours of the day and night); or Barb, who invites the younger kids to her house during the summers for Bible lessons; or Sherie, who bakes for everyone, gives rides to everyone, and always has a half dozen extra kids at her house.  What a blessing that our children have gotten to grow up on this block, with so many extraordinary people.    I’m thankful for our local schools, and the dedicated teachers/ coaches/ administrators who have poured their energy and understanding into our young people.  It is often a thankless and nearly impossible task; yet repeatedly we’ve seen these educators rise up to meet the needs of one of these kids.  I’m thankful for the Pastor of my church.  A man that is gifted enough to make a name for himself, but who thinks that there is another name that is more important than his.  A guy you’ll find sitting with your sick relative in the wee hours of the morning (even though you didn’t call him), or who’ll show up after midnight at the emergency room (when he reads on Facebook that your kid is sick).  A guy who thinks that how he treats his wife and kids matters more than what he wears in the pulpit on a Sunday morning.  I’m thankful for a job that has supported my family for many years, and for bosses & co-workers who’ve made it more of a blessing than a chore.  I’m thankful for the police and firefighters in our community, who risk their lives to make it safe for the rest of us.  And for our military service members, and their families, who sacrifice so much for the greater good of our nation.  I’m thankful for Foster parents, who give hurting children a home.  I’m thankful for a warm house on a wintery night; I’m thankful for a cupboard full of food; I’m thankful for…

 

You get the idea.  If you stop and look around, you may find that you are incredibly blessed.  That’s what “Thanksgiving” was meant to be about.  If you give it a try, you may find that you want to do it more than once a year.

My 14 year old daughter participates in a program where high school kids visit the local elementary schools to encourage the younger kids to avoid the use of drugs and alcohol.  In conjunction with that program, she was asked to be a part of a writing contest, where she would submit a short 3 paragraph essay on the importance of a “Drug Free America”.  What follows is her entry, which was picked as the contest winner.  Ironically, just days after she wrote this, two more states and the District of Columbia legalized the use of marijuana.

 

Drug Free America

By Bekah Corbin

 

From the time I was in elementary school I’ve heard adults talk about the importance of staying away from drugs, and I believed in their message.  But as I’ve gotten older, I’m beginning to wonder how committed people really are to a drug free America.  In just the last few years I’ve heard about two states legalizing the use of marijuana, and I hear lots of people who say that we should legalize it all across America.  After being told that this is something dangerous, that I should stay away from, it’s kind of confusing to hear adults say that it’s really no big deal.

 

I’ve also heard that the abuse of prescription drugs, like pain medication, has become even more common than the use of street drugs.  This kind of drug abuse isn’t just criminals in dark alleys, but involves people who may teach at my school, coach my ball team, or even pastor my church.  Even famous people like Cory Monteith, from the show “Glee”, and Philip Seymour Hoffman, from the movie “Catching Fire”, who both died from heroin overdoses, said that they got started with prescription medication.  All you have to do is watch a little television to see dozens of commercials for medicines that you need to ask your doctor for.  I thought doctors were supposed to tell their patients what medicine to take, not the other way around.

 

I have relatives who have battled drug addiction, and our family has reached out to people in our community who continue to fight this battle.  I’ve seen first-hand what kind destruction this can do to both people and their families.  I believe that a drug free America is something we desperately need, but as I watch and listen to the adults around me, I wonder if they feel the same way I do.

Earlier this week, our three youngest children were recognized for their participation in a Fall sport at the high school (i.e. Patrick & AJ – football, and Bekah – volleyball), as well as their appearance on the school’s Honor Roll for the 1st grading period.  For us, their distinction as “Scholar Athletes” is a special achievement, because it indicates that they are balancing the demands of both the classroom and the playing field.  As proud as we are of these things, I am also mindful of the criticism that we’ve received as “Christian” parents, for allowing our kids to be so involved in these “secular” activities.  After all, both practices and games have, and will, continue to conflict with church activities; and our involvement as parents will continue to compete for our time and resources.  For some, this would seem to be unspiritual, worldly, and a distraction from the things of God.  But I would beg to differ.

There was a time in our lives when we, and often times our kids, were at the church three or four nights a week.  Our whole life centered around it, and we certainly wouldn’t have let anything as trivial as a ball game take precedence over it.  In those days our concept of holiness hinged on being set apart from the world, and what we would have called, “ministry” went on within the four walls of the church.  We home schooled the kids with Christian based curriculum, and wouldn’t allow cable television in our house.  Now, let me preface the rest of this thought with the disclaimer, that none of these things, in and of themselves, is bad or wrong.  If you, or someone you love, has felt led to do these things, by all means follow that leading.  I’m not even saying that it was wrong for us in that season of life.  But after a while, the Lord began to push us in a new direction.  He showed us that the people He wanted to reach weren’t likely to set foot in the church, and that we would not be a credible voice to them by simply showing up on their doorstep one day.  As I looked around, I realized that I didn’t even know my own neighbors, because we were always too busy with church stuff.  The Lord also impressed upon me that our connection to the institution that we called, “church”, should not, and could not be a substitute for our connection to Him.  While I’d grown up with the idea that the church building was “God’s house”, I now understood that He actually dwelled inside of me; and that it is “Christ in Me” that is the “hope of glory”.  In this, I could see that holiness wasn’t simply separating myself from the world, it was actually separating myself unto God and His purposes; which actually includes engaging the world, and the people in it.  I further understood that if this is true for me, it must also be true for my kids.

I also started to recognize that our job as parents wasn’t just to protect our kids, but to prepare them for the life that God was calling them to.  While the thought of raising them as hothouse flowers (i.e. in a filtered & controlled environment) was appealing, it was hard not to wonder whether they would survive their inevitable transplant into the garden of real life.  I had to admit that the thought of allowing them to swim in the murky waters of a troubled world was pretty daunting.  But if you know that someone is destined to live in the ocean, the sooner you can acclimate them to water, the better.

All of this amounted to a revolution in the way we approached our day to day business.  Church stopped being the place we went to feel connected to God, and simply became a place to gather with other believers as we endeavored to integrate Him into every other facet of our lives.  While that gathering remains a source of inspiration, encouragement and accountability, it is by no means our source for God’s interaction in our lives.  Over time, our schedule has included less and less church based activities, and more time spent with people who don’t know Jesus.  And as such, we’ve become more like real neighbors and less like visitors from the holy land.  This is not meant as a slight or to disparage our church family, or our pastor.  We are blessed to be a part of a great congregation of brothers and sisters, with a wonderful Christ-like Pastor, and a teen ministry that’s touching the lives of our kids.  The point is that these things are simply meant to undergird the mission, which is ultimately to be salt and light to a world in need of hope.

Finally, there is the issue of sports itself.  Again, many would view this as a purely secular and/or recreational activity, but we tend to look at it as training for real life.  While some might argue that it is academics that prepare a child for adulthood, I would submit that life is much more like an arena than a schoolroom.  The classroom is a controlled environment, with a script (i.e. established curriculum), a clear standard for success, and where the individual can flourish based on their own merit; while the playing field is often chaotic, and prone to sudden unexpected changes.  It’s a place where strategies often have to be adjusted in the middle of the game, and where we frequently are forced to rely on others in order to reach a place of victory.  I have found that those who only excel on an academic level, often find the non-linear and unscripted nature of life to be overwhelming.

It is not the sport itself that is virtuous, it is the heart of the athlete that dictates the value of the game.  If one simply participates for their own glory and edification, there is little to be derived.  But when one embraces the challenges of commitment, self-discipline, sacrifice, preparation, endurance, teamwork, and execution, it can be fraught with benefits.  If nothing else, simply being involved in, and representing, something bigger than yourself can be of great value.  While it seems unlikely that our kids will play sports beyond this high school level, I can revel in the manifestations of these worthwhile characteristics in them.  They are all virtues which the scripture endorses.

In the end, it’s what’s going on inside of our hearts that will determine the eternal value of how we choose to spend our time.  Allowing the kids to participate in these programs has not only made them stronger, it has connected us to our community in a way that we weren’t, and created a myriad of opportunities to share the love of Christ.  Whether it’s grabbing a burger for a kid who has no money for food, or buying a Gatorade for a thirsty player, or sharing a blanket/poncho/umbrella when the weather’s bad, or giving a kid a ride home, or encouraging a player/coach when things don’t go well, or praising them when they do well, or telling another parent how great their kid is, or watching one of my kids initiate team prayer, or any one of a thousand other things, we have found that the playing field is a fertile field for fulfilling God’s purposes.

When asked about the apparent conflict between his athletic career and his missions work, the famous Scottish Missionary and Olympian, Eric Liddell was quoted as saying, “When I run I feel His (i.e. God’s) pleasure”.  I would submit that this was because being a runner was part of who God had made him to be.  Similarly, as we’ve stepped out into our community, and embraced our role as a conduit for God’s love, we have experienced that same pleasure.  For those who will follow the leading of God’s Spirit, there is no such thing as a genuinely “secular” activity.

Child’s Cry

In memory of Kathleen Christine Walker, wife of 1, mother of 4, grandmother of 7 and sister of my mother

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When I first arrived, you held me in your arms

It was the only place I wanted to be

Soon I was heavy and wouldn’t sit still

I wanted to get down and explore

*

Reluctantly, you had to let me go

*

Then I was able to walk, but you made me hold your hand

When all I really wanted was to run up ahead

After some years, you just tried to keep me in sight

But I was more interested in discovering new things

*

Reluctantly, you had to let me go

*

Soon, I was almost as tall as you, and you tried to talk to me

But I started having a hard time hearing you

When I took my first steps into adulthood, you tried not to be afraid

But I was too excited to notice

*

Reluctantly, you had to let me go

*

Then the years passed, and the miles came between us

And I found myself yearning for the days of just being your child

Then the day came, when I held on to your hand and watched you breathe your last

And in that moment, in your arms was the only place I wanted to be

*

Reluctantly, I have to let you go

With the extensive and rapid developments in today’s technology, our world is being transformed right before our eyes.  But the benefits of these changes have also been accompanied by some unforeseen consequences.  One example of this would be the use of cellphones while driving.  Originally thought to be just a question of texting and driving, now experts speak of the broader issue of “distracted driving.”  As a father of four, I can testify that it is not only drivers that are distracted, and that it’s not just kids who suffer from this affliction.  Truth be told, we’ve become a society of multi-taskers, which we like to rationalize as a good thing, though I have serious doubts.  It has become truly rare to see people give their full attention to just about anything, and I would like to suggest that this is ultimately to our detriment.

 

If we are not intentional, we will fall into the trap of satisfying ourselves with the quantity of items checked off our to-do list, even though we’re not doing any of them particularly well.  I have found that the things I love require some of my “undivided” attention.  Though I ascribe to the notion that we ought to pray without ceasing, I recognize that my ongoing conversation with God does not constitute my undivided attention.  I’ve found that there are times when I must divorce myself from every other thing, and simply be with Him.  Though my wife and I try to do life together as much as possible, there are times when she needs me to lay everything else aside so that she can be the object of my full attention.  Even though my kids are getting older (ages 14yrs to 21yrs), they still need for me to reserve a space that is uniquely theirs.  And when I’m the one who’s got the grandkids, I can’t allow myself to get distracted by anything else.

 

As I watch our culture change, I am concerned that we are losing our ability to give anything our full attention, and that we’re raising a generation that is largely devoid of that capacity.  If I am right about that, the results could be catastrophic, especially to our relationships.

I’m a huge fan of Charles Dickens novella, “A Christmas Carol”. Since its first publishing in 1843, it has never been out of print, and the story has been adapted many times for film, the stage, and even opera.  Its timeless theme of redemption has made it an indispensable part of our family’s Christmas tradition.  But with so many versions of the story available, it’s hard to know which way to turn.  After watching many of the popular adaptions, I have yet to find one that I would consider to be the definitive version.  Even so, several of them are very worthwhile.  As someone who values the original story, I offer the following insights.

 

“Mickey’s Christmas Carol” / “The Muppet Christmas Carol”

Though Dickens ode to Christmas ultimately ends on a hopeful note, much of the journey to get there can be dark, and may not be suitable for younger children. A couple of great ways to introduce this classic tale to the younger generation are Disney’s “Mickey’s Christmas Carol” (featuring Mickey Mouse as Bob Cratchit), or the Muppet’s version (featuring Kermit the Frog as Bob Cratchit).  Though the newer Disney version (2009 – featuring Jim Carrey) is animated, the darker elements of the story are retained, and in some cases even highlighted.

 

“Scrooge” (1935 – Featuring Seymour Hicks as Scrooge)

One of the biggest challenges that any production of this material faces is realistically portraying the supernatural elements of the story. The 1935 film version worked around this problem by simply allowing the audience to hear the spirits voices, without actually attempting to show their forms.  While this avoided the ultra-cheesy effects that hamper many adaptions, it also managed to detract from the overall story, and almost made it seem as though Scrooge might be slipping into dementia.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (1938 – Featuring Reginald Owen as Scrooge)

Not to be outdone by the 1935 British film, MGM commissioned an American production of the story just a few years later. This version is only noteworthy in that it was the first to include the spirits arriving at 1:00, 2:00 and 3:00 on the same night, while Dickens original story had them visiting on three successive nights.  This change was incorporated into most of the subsequent productions.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (1951 – Featuring Alastair Sim as Scrooge)

I’ve heard many critics refer to this as the definitive version, though I would certainly beg to differ. Something that does stand out about this film is that it includes numerous story elements that didn’t come from the original novel.  Some of these details are actually helpful (e.g. Ebenezer’s mother died giving birth to him, which is why his father doesn’t want him around, and his sister Fan died giving birth to Fred, which is why Ebenezer doesn’t want him around.), while others are simply a distraction (e.g. Ebenezer being wooed away from Fezziwig’s for more lucrative business ventures, which eventually include a company takeover, orchestrated by he and Marley.).  Fragments of this subplot involving Scrooge’s shrewd business dealings were later incorporated into other productions, most notably George C. Scott’s portrayal in the 1984, made for television version.

 

“Scrooge” (1970 Musical – Featuring Albert Finney as Scrooge)

In many ways this adaption represents the pinnacle of the available versions, though its flaws are also painfully obvious. Albert Finney’s award winning portrayal as both the young and old Scrooge is brilliant, and the overall production values of the film are light years beyond anything that preceded it.  The songs, and score, flow seamlessly with the story, and help to break up some of the drearier aspects of the tale.  On the other side of the coin, some of the special effects are embarrassingly bad.  The scenes featuring Sir Alec Guinness as Jacob Marley, and of Scrooge flying over the streets of London, are absolutely cringe-worthy; and Ebenezer’s side trip to hell is both bizarre and unnecessary.  Despite these shortcomings, Finney’s performance, and some impressive musical numbers, makes for a memorable retelling of the story.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (1984 – Featuring George C. Scott as Scrooge)

This version of the story seems to suffer from director Clive Donner’s involvement with the 1951 version of the film. Like that adaption, it incorporates elements that would indicate that Scrooge was a ruthless and shrewd business man, which fundamentally changes the character that Dickens portrayed in the original story.  In the novel, Ebenezer clings to his money like a security blanket, and uses it as a hedge against a world that largely terrifies him.  He lives like a pauper, unwilling to part with anything because of his fears of returning to a life of poverty.  Ultimately, he lords people’s indebtedness over them because it is the only sense of power he has.  Watching George C. Scott’s Scrooge swagger through the Royal Stock Exchange seems totally out of step with that characterization.  For me, Scott’s powerful stage presence actually works against him with this character, and manages to diffuse the sense of transformation at the end of the story.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (2009 – Featuring Jim Carrey as Scrooge)

There is a lot to like about this Robert Zemeckis film. The computer animation is beautiful, and it solves the problems that most productions have with realistically portraying the supernatural elements of the story.  Carrey does an admirable job voicing Scrooge, and demonstrates his range by voicing several other characters as well.  Overall, the story sticks pretty close to Dickens original material.  But at times the producers seem to get enamored of the technology, with extended sequences of dizzying effects.  These moments give the film a more cartoonish feel, and become tedious with repeated viewings.  Additionally, the gimmick of using Carrey’s likeness, and voice, in all its various incarnations, wears thin as the movie progresses.  Ultimately, the movie could have retained a more classic feel had filmmakers confined Carrey to the role of Scrooge, and let other talented voices inhabit the remaining roles.  One highlight of this film is a particularly poignant moment when an unseen Scrooge comes face to face (i.e. within inches) with a grieving Bob Cratchit.  As he stares deeply into his tear filled eyes, you can almost feel Scrooge’s heart break.  It is a surprisingly real moment, and better than I expected from an animated feature.

Our pursuit of righteousness cannot be rooted in the idea of gaining God’s approval, or even in doing what many would refer to as “His work”.  Instead, it must grow out of a sincere desire to see His character revealed in us.  The former will simply push us toward pious religious acts, while the latter will drive us into submission to God’s Spirit.

People who cannot be grateful for what they already possess have little hope of finding satisfaction in anything they might attain in the future.

I had an interesting conversation with my kids, and some of their friends, over the weekend.  They had just come from their Homecoming dance, where they had been shocked by some of the blatant sexuality displayed on the dance floor.  When my daughter said that she’d lost respect for some of her peers, one of my son’s friends chided her, saying that he felt like that was “too harsh”, and that “everyone does it”.  I let them banter for a bit before jumping into the conversation, and eventually, it turned into a discussion about sex in general.

 

The first question I asked was, “is fire a good thing or a bad thing?”  After some discussion, they decided it could be good or bad, depending on the situation.  “That’s right,” I affirmed,, “people want to over simplify things as either good, or bad, but the truth is that most things can go either way.”  “Fire in your fireplace can be great, but fire on your roof is not so good.”  “But what about a fire in your fireplace on a 90 degree day” I added.  They collectively agreed that wouldn’t be good either.  “Right again,” I said.  “There is not only a proper place for fire, but there’s also a proper time for it.”  Finally, I asked, “So would there be any problem with letting a 5 year old light the fire in the fireplace?”  Not surprisingly, they all agreed that wouldn’t be a very good idea.  “Indeed,” I replied.  “While a 5 year old might possess the hand-eye coordination for the task, it is unlikely that they would have an adequate understanding of the dangers involved with fire to do the job safely.” 

 

With that foundation laid, I steered the conversation back to the topic at hand.  “Sex is just like fire.  Sex was God’s idea, and when we follow His blueprint, it is very good.  He not only gave us the gift of sex, He also gave us the context in which it would be a great blessing to us.  But sex in the wrong context (i.e. in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people) can be just like fire on your roof – dangerous and destructive.  I believe that departing from that context has led to much of the perversion, dysfunction and destruction that have become so prevalent in our society.  Additionally, just because someone is old enough to have functioning sexual organs doesn’t mean that they have developed the maturity to safely handle such a relationship.  You guys are growing up in a culture that has largely determined that sex is good, and that having the necessary equipment qualifies you to join the party; but I can promise you that both of those philosophies are wrong.  I challenge you to watch those kids who’ve embraced that mentality, and see if you don’t start noticing smoke coming from the rooftops of their lives (e.g. depression, alcohol, cutting, drugs, suicidal thoughts…).”

 

While I believe that this was ultimately a positive discourse, I have a feeling that my kid’s friends are going to quit asking me for rides.

It is a perverse feature of human nature that the consolation of a thousand blessings can be so easily stolen by one harsh word, or difficult circumstance.