I almost hit a woman with my car tonight. As if she walked out of nowhere, there she was in the cross walk as I chugged on through it. I absolutely had to have grazed her with the passenger side of my vehicle. I didn’t even have time to hit the brakes or turn my steering wheel. As I looked in my rear view, I was relieved to see that she was a little surprised and scattered but completely fine. I had missed her. Luckily.

It was just a moment of distraction. Letting my thoughts and worries dull me. Letting my daily routine turn me into autopilot. I was unfocused. And I almost seriously hurt someone. After the near collision, I drove the rest of the way home in brilliant clarity. My senses were in overdrive. Everything seemed sharper and magnified. I was focused with adrenaline coursing. Wide eyed.

I spend a lot of my spiritual life asleep at the wheel. Distracted. Dulled. Unfocused.  I would welcome more frequent wake up calls to jolt me from my slumber, although I hope they don’t have to be as dramatic as almost clipping a woman with my car. It’s terribly difficult not to allow the days to lull me into complacency, to pull me into a thick fog. They can quickly result in a series of cycles and routines or motions on top of motions. As I’ve more actively pursued God, I have seen a significant decrease in my sleep walking. But it remains tough to hold focus and to keep everything bright, sharp and clear.

And tonight’s little “almost” incident shows I don’t have to be actively dangerous to be reckless with my faith. I just have to be distracted.

Twitter_newbird_blueOk, I am entering the Twittersphere… reluctantly. I mean, it is a lot of pressure to be clever and articulate in 140 characters or less and to do it frequently enough without being tweet happy. The good news is I have approximately 3 followers at the moment, so I have time to get my tweet on and figure it all out. As a marketing pro by day, I need to be more fluent with Twitter anyway. I hear tweeting can be highly addictive. Luckily for me, I have an addictive personality. This should be just fine.

Here’s my handle, or whatever you might call it. @theway2there. Or I believe you can find me at www.twitter.com/theway2there. Or, you can click on the tweet tweet feature on the sidebar of the blog. Join me if you please.

On a separate note, I am aiming to post every day for the next 10 days, leading up to my weekend writing retreat. Trying to grease the wheels and build some momentum so that I can make the most of it. Wish me luck!

As my boys and I were huddled over heaping bowls of Cheerios this morning, Disney channel blaring in the background, living room already littered with cars and puzzles and trains and dinosaurs and dragons, I started to feel a little hypocritical. 

Our family is between church homes at the moment, and we’ve fallen into a bad pattern the last several weeks, getting out of the church routine altogether. Replacing it with just another day of daily chaos. We’ve been discussing options, but not really acting on them. And it’s feeling like we’re not walking our walk. This is just one of several examples where lately I just am not aligned between words and deeds.

Flipping through some scripture, I landed on Job 27:8-12 where he poses several questions related to hypocrisy:

What is the hope of the hypocrite, though he gain much, if God takes away his life?

Will God hear his cry when trouble comes upon him?

Will he delight himself in the Almighty?

Will he always call on God?

Great questions to ask in times of insincerity, when I’m wandering from where God would have me be. When I’m not being genuine and authentic and truthful. When talk and walk aren’t aligned.

We all have our moments of hypocrisy. In our professional lives, our personal lives, and in particular, our spiritual lives. I often get caught up in my own pursuits, and forget to delight in God where I’m blessed and to call on Him in times of need. I pronounce myself dependant upon Him, but my actions say I depend on myself. Hypocrisy.

The passage ends with my favorite all time question I’ve stumbled upon in the Bible. He says, “I will teach you about the hand of God; the Almighty I will not conceal.” And then he pops the question:

Surely all of you have seen it; Why then do you behave with complete nonsense?”

I love it. No sugar-coating. A direct call out. Hey dummy!

I don’t really have a good answer. Yes, I’ve seen the hand of God. It hasn’t been concealed. It’s been written across the sky, put up in bright lights, carved on my forehead. And yet, it’s so easy to behave with complete nonsense. To be a hypocrite. To not walk the walk. For me, it starts with getting serious about the church search again. Anyone with recommendations, fire away!

Just wanted to share a simple prayer I’ve been using lately before seeking God’s wisdom or reading from His word.

God, please show me what you need to show me. And allow me to see it. Amen.

That’s really all it takes for me to get more out of a quiet time. Simply asking God to reveal. In the past, I’ve jumped into it without asking for the guidance I was seeking. It’s amazing how different I feel now after such a simple string of words.

Earlier this year, an acquaintance of mine was battling financial and family troubles and needed a place to stay for a while. I hardly knew him at the time but felt compelled to invite him into our home. I felt like God was leading me to do that, so I obeyed.

Yesterday, he moved out after staying with us for several months. Longer than he or I had anticipated. He was a gracious guest, and we hardly knew he was even living here. So, it really wasn’t an inconvenience.

While it feels good to help someone, this experience has really brought home how hard it is to give freely. You might remember my discussion on the concept of “giving freely” from an earlier post. It was step four on how to be a radical Christian. http://tinyurl.com/4q66caw

I felt God calling me to help this man. And I did it with an obedient heart. But I didn’t give freely, at least not at first. There was a part of me that expected we would develop a close friendship. But as I just mentioned, he made himself so scarce (I’m assuming so he wouldn’t impose on our family) that we maybe had 5 real conversations the entire time he lived here. I honestly don’t know him much better than I did when I opened the door to my home.

At first, that disappointed me. And I had to stop placing myself in the middle of what was supposed to be a selfless act. I had to reach a point where I expected absolutely nothing in return. To be content with the act of giving and not to place a personal agenda on it. This is harder said than done, as many of you out there can surely confirm.

To truly give without expectation is tremendously difficult. At least for me. On top of the expected friendship, deep down somewhere I was probably also seeking affirmation and approval from others who saw the “good work” I was doing. I’ve talked about my need for validation several times, so this should come as no surprise.  

It’s uncommon for us not to have our own agendas, no matter how pure our intentions are on the surface. Deep down, there’s probably some quid pro quo we’re after, something we’ll receive in return. I don’t want to discourage anyone out there from being charitable or doing good. I do suggest that when you are giving, try to become aware of what you might be looking for in return. If you can recognize it and then release it, you can truly “give freely” as we’re called to do. Otherwise, the danger is that the act of giving can create drama, hurt feelings and other negative consequences that are completely unnecessary.

As for me, my house guest has moved on to start a new chapter in his life. And in the end, I was able to give freely. It wasn’t easy, but one by one, I dismissed my internal agendas and allowed myself to give with no expectations: from my guest, my friends or even God. It feels much better that way, and I’m looking forward to putting it into practice more often.

In less than a month, I will be holed up in a cabin-like getaway, somewhere just north of Nashville, for a 48-hour intensive weekend of writing. I assume I will be spending that time making progress on the book I have promised to finish this year. But I’m trying to stay open to what God wants me to accomplish. 

I’ve never dedicated a serious chunk of time to writing. It’s always been something I do when I steal a moment from the chaos of life. I’m excited about what I might be able to get done with 48 hours. I’m also trying not to put too much pressure on the situation. Nothing worse than catching a case of writer’s block an hour into a weekend of writing. Sitting there, staring at the blank screen, waiting…and waiting…

Biggest challenge will be not to psych myself out. I know this will be positive. Lots of writers do this sort of thing with great success. Trusting that God will make it what it needs to be for me. If nothing else, it will be an opportunity to hear from Him and be still.

Wish me luck.

Only a week or so removed from Christmas, all you parents out there can empathize with me on one thing. Unclear instructions. I’m telling you, some of the toys for kiddos these days are impossible to put together, AND I suspect there are some people at the manufacturers having fun with us parental units by making the instructions really challenging to follow, just to see us sweat it out.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a toy fall to pieces upon final construction. Or for there to be several “extra” pieces just lying around. Or for some key feature not to work the way it is supposed to work. One time, my toddler just barely escaped being mauled by asphalt as the front wheel of his bicycle suddenly launched from the frame while he was in motion. I’m not good with instructions. And it’s not all my fault! At least I don’t think it is. Please tell me I’m not the only one. 

I also don’t think I’m alone in feeling like I NEED instructions. Want to see me panic? Hand me something semi-complicated to assemble and tell me there are no instructions for it. For the mighty and few out there who are super-duper handy men or women, maybe this doesn’t pertain to you. But us common people depend heavily on instructions. Simple tasks like operating a hotel coffee maker would suddenly become insurmountable obstacles without them. 

I say all that to reference a verse I read this week.

Malachi 3:6&7 – For I am the Lord, I do not change. Therefore you are not consumed, O sons of Jacob. Yet from the days of your fathers you have gone away from my ordinances and have not kept them. Return to me, and I will return to you, says the Lord. But you said, In what way shall we return?

I highlighted that last part because that’s where it got interesting. God basically says we should have been harshly punished years upon years ago for distancing ourselves from Him and not being obedient. He then says that because He is God, all we have to do is return to Him and He will return to us. It’s that easy to make amends. And what do we say back? We want instructions. We want it mapped out. Specifically and simply (sorry, now I am reading between the lines…probably why I’m not good with instructions anyway).

I’m convinced there is no one way. I’ve written about this before. Our path to God is highly personalized. I do believe we all start with some simple and common steps in that journey, but the instruction manual will quickly fail us if we’re trying to turn it into 6 easy steps for putting our relationship with God back together. We’ll be left with spare parts that don’t fit, or even worse, be completely non-functioning. Trust me, that is a dangerous place to be, whether you are a toddler on a defective bike or a Christian on a spiritual journey. 

Happy New Year! It’s resolution time I suppose.

Last year, I got serious and simple. One resolution, three words: Feed the Lake. Which was code for: Write. Every. Day.

That worked out better than any previous set of resolutions I’ve attempted. I wrote something you could actually consider writing on 120 days of the calendar in 2010. Not great with math, but that puts me just shy of 1/3 of the way to full completion of my resolution. Well, a .333 batting average in baseball is quite good, so I’ll take it. Given the current life situation I’m in right now with family, work, etc. I honestly didn’t anticipate getting to 50!

This year, I’m following suit and sticking to a single resolution, versus the 10 or 20 I usually take aim to complete. And this year, I can sum it up in one word. FINISH.

That’s short for FINISH THE BOOK. And that’s in reference to the book I’ve technically started. I am woefully stuck in the first 20 pages, and I need a spark to get me going again. So, a resolution is a good way of doing that. It’s not the only tactic I’m deploying. I’m also praying about it. Imagine that. Yep, finally got the whole prayer thing figured out. Just taking it to God. I’m also booking myself for a weekend writing retreat sometime in early February, where I will seclude myself from society and force myself to type until I self-induce carpal tunnel.  If anyone has recommendations for a cabin or other venue to rent for a weekend, I’m all ears.

In the meantime, I will continue to pray for what God would have me write. At this point I have a lot of raw content, but no real direction for it. I assume if I’m patient and attentive, it will all become clear in time. Meanwhile, I just keep stringing words together and jotting down random thoughts.

So, in 2011 I am finishing this book. And as a result, another chapter in my trek. And I’m not going to be satisfied with a .333 average this year either. I’m taking this resolution down. One way or another. God willing.

Surprise, surprise. Of all the fast-moving days where I don’t have time to hear myself think, much less write, here I am on Christmas day, with just such an opportunity to think and to write. After a crack of dawn Santa extravaganza, my entire family is sacked out in various corners of the house taking late-morning and well-deserved naps. I immediately seized the moment to do a little writing, specifically to reflect on today.

For me, Christmas is a great reminder that  the center of the Christian universe is the relationship between me and God. Nothing else. It’s so easy for me to get left of center and focused in the wrong direction, namely church. As I’ve mentioned before, church is not responsible for your complete and total spiritual walk. It’s an important part, a major contributor and supporter but NOT the center.

It’s interesting to me, because while organized religion will talk about the unmatched importance of your individual walk with God, most of your time spent in church is geared toward blanket doctrines and religious societal norms where there’s not much room for individual variance and interpretation. I believe firmly that relationship with God is indeed an individual practice, unbound by any single organization or denomination. The individual connection between myself and God trumps what is communicated to me generally and broadly in mass consumption.

That’s not terribly popular for me to say, because most of us have declared the church as the center of the universe and our relationships with God revolve around it.

We humans have always had trouble determining rotation. Copernicus was the first to clear up the misconception that the earth was the center of the universe and that everything revolved around our planet. As you might recall from your junior high history books, another well-known astronomer, Galileo, was publicly ridiculed and punished for defending the theory that the sun was actually at the center.

Much in the same way, we’ve again settled in on something earthly, the church, being the center when in reality it is the son

Today is Christmas, and there isn’t a better day to refocus and get back to orbiting the right center. To remember that organized religion plays an important role in fortifying us, but that the truly individual relationship we have with God is what should be our core. And sometimes, that might mean we carry beliefs that don’t align with the church or that we may act in ways that other Christians might not readily understand. I say that’s okay. Our journeys are not cookie-cutter  generic. They are highly individualized.

Why then would we expect God not to interact with us in an equally personal manner, instead of providing us all with a generic call and a generic path to grow closer to Him? Yes, there are common truths, characteristics, etc. that are foundational to our beliefs as Christians. But within that framework, I believe God has a highly specific, one-of-a-kind plan for each and every one of us. We’ll miss out on that if we rotate around doctrine and norms and organization instead of a relationship with Him.

With that, let say Merry Christmas to you and yours. And may we all refocus and revive our Godly pursuits.

One of my favorite cartoons as a kid was G.I. Joe. Great action figures too! My parents must have dropped $1,500 investing in tiny plastic army guys with swivel parts and cool nicknames. And then there was Star Wars, oh and He-Man. Yeah, I was an action figure junkie. And with two small boys in the house, I’m sure I will get to be one again really soon.

But as usual, I digress. In every episode of G.I. Joe they closed with the following sign off from our hero. “So, now you know…and knowing is half the battle.” For most of my adult life, I carried that around as solid advice. Feels pretty good, right? Knowledge is power. Etc.

This week, it has finally dawned on me that after all this time, Joe doesn’t know jack. Knowledge isn’t half the battle. It’s not even a quarter of the battle. Yes, it is a necessary weapon, and I wouldn’t encourage you to wage war without it. But to suggest you are halfway there just because you’ve been enlightened is a slight exaggeration.

I am more self-aware now than at any point in my life. I am in tune with my sin, what triggers me, why it triggers me, my wounds, the way I respond.  I truly feel like I know and understand a great deal, especially after journeying this far and this long in active pursuit of God. And yet this week, just like several other blog  posts where I have confessed falling short, I find myself at the mercy of all that consistently ails me. Feeling anxious about circumstances in my life because my faith is running on empty. Placing pressure on myself because I am trying to stay in control instead of letting go and letting God. Fueling fires because of my insecurities and self perceptions. Making bad decisions based on selfishness.

I know better. I know each and every time I slip what the right action, thought, response is. I know God is good. That He is just. That He will provide. I know the lies are lies. I know. I know. I know. I know. And guess what? Knowing is NOT half the battle. Not even close.

When I find myself in this place, my first goal is to try and put the shovel down. If left to my own devices I will just keep digging the hole deeper and wider and plunge to greater depths by the minute. Once the shovel is at rest, I try to translate the knowledge I have trapped in my mind into action. I try to take one step that is counter to the path I am wandering. Just bend the momentum. Break the cycle. That usually works  well. Because as I’ve learned, knowledge is a powerful, necessary tool, but it’s only a tool. If you are able to transfer it into action, no matter how small, you are indeed halfway there. So, Joe…now you know!

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