Monthly Archives: April 2009

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I’m excited to be going to Panama soon for 6 weeks but it means i’ll be M.I.A. for some of my most anticipated movies of the summer. Will just have to wait ’til I’m back.

You know what online resource i really like?  Theatrical trailers hosted on Apple’s website.  From time to time i’ll spend 20 minutes watching HD trailers there.  Movies i’m looking forward to most in descending order:

4. X-Men Origins: Wolverine (May 1)

I grew up around comic books and X-Men was my favorite.  And Hugh Jackman is so rugged.

3. Angels & Demons (May 15)

I bought Dan Brown’s book and will be reading it during my time in Panama.

2. Terminator Salvation (May 21)

Terminator 2 is on my list of favorite movies.  T-3 was uber lame.  But this next installment looks promising.  Casting Christian Bale as John Connor fits exactly what i’d imagine in my mind.

1. Star Trek (May 8 )

I’m looking forward to this one the most! Star Trek franchise + J.J. Abrams = good odds for epic entertainment!

I’ll be back in time to watch the newest Harry Potter; the latest trailer was recently released and it looks GREAT in HD.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
all other ground is sinking sand.

rock

There are moments where I’m acutely aware of how easily my heart, my will, my desires veer from Christ, my solid Rock. Though I find I can confidently profess, “all other ground is sinking sand,” with my next breath I’m fighting to stave off all my doubts and lack of trust in that truth. But I love this hymn; I want the lyrics to ring true through and through over me. Oh, my desperate need for the empowering and emboldening of the Spirit evidenced in my life.

I’m thankful that even in my struggle, i am still so quickly ushered into declarative worship when I sing or reflect on this hymn.  I’m stirred in my soul and the words, especially the refrain, just rips through my spirit.  In a freaking awe-some way.

The Solid Rock, 19th century hymn – Edward Mote

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

Refrain:
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

I indulged in a Big Mac combo tonight. So tasty. And this is my favorite commercial right now:

In my last two posts, I’ve quoted Brett Westervelt on the lost art of conversation.  It’s from an article in the book, The Kingdom of Couches.

We are afraid of what people might think if they knew what we actually thought. We fear looking stupid. I’m fine if the conversation stays on impersonal topics like sports or the weather or how that guy’s outfit does little to compliment his body type. I tend to speak my mind about those kinds of things, because there’s not a whole lot hinging on my opinion. Wait, you think it’s unseasonably warm this fall? That’s ridiculous. Our friendship is over.

It’s when things get personal that I begin to keep my actual thoughts private. It’s not that I really want to be dishonest. The pretense is draining. It’s just that honesty is risky, and it’s rarely politically correct. It’s easier to lie or to just keep things impersonal.

What I sacrifice along the way is meaningful relationship. I could term all light-hearted conversation “shallow,” labeling small talk as the enemy here, but it’s not. “Small talk” is a lot of fun, and it’s the normal person’s way to transition into more serious matters. It’s my attempt at acceptance– to please or appease those around me– that sends my conversations awry.

We need people to both know us and love us, but the grace they will need to deal with our faults will also only come from God. They will be able to forgive, but only because in Christ God has forgiven them much. The Gospel provides a fertile ground for community and for the kinds of conversations that community tends to be grounded in. It’s tragic that this is often the opposite of our experience.  — Brett Westervelt

Now, the following is Will Walker, who comments on Westervelt’s article:

As with confession, honest conversation is not simply voicing everything we think. Spewing our honest thoughts whenever we have them is selfishness to the highest degree. I find it helpful to distinguish between selfish honesty and selfless honesty. Is your honesty for the purpose of consuming or for the purpose of contributing? Selfish honesty is characterized by a sense of needing to say something so you can feel better about yourself, whether it’s gossip, insult, or boasting. Even confession can be selfish when it’s just about getting it off your chest. Selfless honesty, on the other hand, is characterized by a sense of wanting to say something that would benefit others– encouragement, admonishment, teaching, personal disclosure for the sake of intimacy, or confession for the sake of restoration.

In my estimation, the most important aspect of honest conversation is facing the truth about our lives, inviting others into that process, and then humbly disclosing what we discover. We talk as a means of being known as we are, not being known as impressive as we want people to think we are. And as our words do turn to other people, we need to think more about honesty in terms of encouraging one another and telling people the truth about how we see God in them. This is woefully lacking in our communities. If we told people the truth in the positive sense, telling them the truth in the negative sense would not be as difficult.

Knowing what to say, how to say it, and when to say it requires discernment, and discernment is not a formula but a process of trial and error. Deciding to be honest is not a one-time purge but a way of life that is navigated through the waters of success and failure over time. Gospel-centered community is hard work. And perhaps the hardest work is that of transforming our conversations. They have become a stage for self-importance, and we have many habits from performing all these years. But we must start by telling people about the real us and taking interest in the real them as well.

Westervelt continues:

…What I sacrifice along the way is meaningful relationship. I could term all light-hearted conversation “shallow,” labeling small talk as the enemy here, but it’s not. “Small talk” is a lot of fun, and it’s the normal person’s way to transition into more serious matters. It’s my attempt at acceptance– to please or appease those around me– that sends my conversations awry.

We need people to both know us and love us, but the grace they will need to deal with our faults will also only come from God. They will be able to forgive, but only because in Christ God has forgiven them much. The Gospel provides a fertile ground for community and for the kinds of conversations that community tends to be grounded in. It’s tragic that this is often the opposite of our experience.

… to be continued in Part III…

Brett Westervelt writes:

We are afraid of what people might think if they knew what we actually thought. We fear looking stupid. I’m fine if the conversation stays on impersonal topics like sports or the weather or how that guy’s outfit does little to compliment his body type. I tend to speak my mind about those kinds of things, because there’s not a whole lot hinging on my opinion. Wait, you think it’s unseasonably warm this fall? That’s ridiculous. Our friendship is over.

It’s when things get personal that I begin to keep my actual thoughts private. It’s not that I really want to be dishonest. The pretense is draining. It’s just that honesty is risky, and it’s rarely politically correct. It’s easier to lie or to just keep things impersonal.

What I sacrifice along the way is meaningful relationship…

1:30am
Laying in bed but wide awake.. staring at the ceiling, banal as can be.  I think about my bedroom and how tiny it is and there’s suddenly an urgent compulsion to be under the sky rather than under this roof. Not an uncommon occurrence. I get out of bed and throw a jacket over my sweatshirt, put on shoes at the door (still in my shorts) and take a stroll around my dead-silent block. It’s only -3 degrees so being out in shorts is borderline refreshing.

I walk around with quiet thoughts in my head but also a vague sense of covetousness in my heart that is perpetually ebbing. the only thing that is clear to me is that there’s a plethora of things i can’t actually identify, as if it were just out of reach. a little ironic. i think about how i need God. i ask him an honest question that i don’t often ask him aloud but have held onto in one form or another for the last 11 years. “why wouldn’t you answer me?” I then think of Job 38 and am graciously put in my place. another reminder for trust.  held by mercy to live another day.

surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life…