Friday, November 28, 2014

Dr Seuss moves...

One box
two box
red box
blue box!

Small box
big box
old box
new box.

So many boxes
do I see
one full of foxes
two full of tea.

A box over here
a few over there
boxes I fear
are stacked everywhere.

The boxes are stacked
from ceiling to floor
the house is so packed
I can't find the door.

Two full of dishes
ten filled with toys
I've used all my wishes
and packed all my joy.

The boxes are labeled
the glasses are wrapped
we sold our table
my energy's zapped.

I think it's all packed
my heads in a fog
the house looks ransacked
oh crap where's the dog?

The truck will be filled
in less than six days
then we'll be thrilled
our journey underway.




Sunday, November 23, 2014

A child only sees the pot...

     Last night we had the privilege of attending a local benefit concert. It was a spur of the moment decision, but my wife felt "called" to go. She needed her spirit fed, and who was I to deny such an important need? I will admit I did not want to go. I was tired. It had been another long day of packing and every fiber of my being wanted to settle in for the evening in my fat boy clothes. Oh, and did I mention I was tired? Well in case I didn't, I was tired! But trying to be the good husband she deserves, when she asked, I agreed to attend with her. It was actually rather weird. I am the one who normally wants to attend such events, but this time every ounce of my 227 pounds did NOT want to go. The enemy was working on me hard with that little voice in my head shouting every excuse imaginable not to go. Fortunately for me I listened to that one faint whisper that told me I needed to. So we headed out to attend a concert but what we got was so much more...

      It was filled with heart felt testimonies and beautiful worship music. Anyone who was fortunate enough to attend received a blessing. The music was powerful and uplifting. I mean it really touched you down deep in your soul.  Surprisingly it was something much smaller that blessed us. Off to the side of the stage were numerous beautifully crafted clay pots surrounding a potter's wheel. During one of the song's, the potter came out and began to work the clay. The clay was kneaded, and the potter began to slap and pound the clay to the beat of the music. This particularly caught the attention of our always curious 9 year old daughter. In fact we were all mesmerized as the potter moistened the clay, and began working, crafting, shaping the blob on the wheel.

     On the way home the jeep was filled with chatter from us all discussing the concert, and it wasn't long before my daughter mentioned the potter. She went on and on about how cool it was, and that it was neat getting to watch the pot get made, and wondering if they were going to sell the pots, and all the other curiosities of a 9 year old mind. It was then that it hit me! She only saw the pot... The meaning behind it was lost on her innocence. This young child saw no symbolism, she did not understand the meaning behind the potter and the clay. Her young eyes only saw the pot.

     The Bible mentions clay in 32 verses. Think it's important? That's why I immediately seized that teachable moment with my wife and child and began to explain to them the symbolic significance of the potter on stage. What followed was a brilliant conversation that stirred a lot of thought and left us all with something to ponder.

     It was that pondering that led to this blog. How many people in the audience only saw the pot? As Christians we are all on our own path in life, our own walk with Christ and are all at different places along that journey. While many are seasoned veterans who have weathered many a storms with God by their side, there are probably even more beginners, still in their infancy as Christians. I remember as a new believer how intimidating the Bible was. I would read word for word, trying to soak in as much as possible and end up even more confused than when I started.  It was only after much prayer and several mentors that I began to truly see the WORD beyond the words.

     We first see the reference to the clay in the beginning of the Bible. Literally in the beginning, in the book of Genesis where we are told the "Lord God formed man of dust of the ground".  You see back then the words dust and clay were often used interchangeably. Of the 32 times clay is mentioned in the Bible many of them are symbolically or metaphorically used, but none of the versus are more clear than we see in the book of Isaiah 64:8

"Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
    We are the clay, you are the potter;
    we are all the work of your hand."

     It doesn't get any more clear than that. You see for believers and non-believers alike, God is at work in our life. It's up to you whether or not you accept that. We all start out just like that ball of clay, with no particular shape or purpose. It is only through God's vision and His work in our life that we begin to develop, to take shape and realize our purpose. Sometimes the potter uses a delicate touch to define a specific detail, other times he exerts great pressure to completely change the shape or direction of transformation. 

     God is the potter; we are the clay; life is the sculpting phase. Everything in life has a reason, a purpose from God. Sometimes it's as simple as a random act of kindness reminding us how we should love our neighbor. Other times it's much more difficult. It is that difficult pressure that transforms us, where we grow. Sometimes we just get hard headed and God really rattles our cages, other times bad things just happen to good people. Unfortunately for us, we don't always understand it. At least not while we are going through it. Often times it's not until we look back that we can see His purpose as we recognize our own growth.

     To be completely honest this is the part I struggle with most; when bad things happen to good people. In fact at times it has infuriated me to no end when great warriors for Christ have horrible things happen to them, and yet some of the scum of the earth seem to get away with it all.  But the only way I can get through it is by trusting God, trusting His plan, that a greater good will come of this.

     Most of you know that we are under the stress of our upcoming cross country move. What you may not know is that in the midst of this we are dealing with a serious health issue in the family.  It's hard to think about packing up your entire life and moving 2400 miles across the continent when all you want to do is go home and hug your family.

     It's easy to praise God when life is good, but the Bible tells us we are also to praise the Lord in times of trouble. I really try to do this. I seek the positive, however small it may be, in every circumstance and praise Him for it. Instead of focusing on the negative and the "why me" I try to see the good. This time I have not had to look very far. Seeing the spiritual growth of my wife through this has been amazing!

     Instead of turning from God, of blaming God and cursing him, like many of us have, she has done the opposite. She has turned to God. This has brought her closer as she seeks Him, she confides and trusts in Him. Most importantly she just talks to Him. She's not angry. She doesn't ask why. She trusts that he has a plan that is greater than us and that good will come from it. I don't even know if she realizes it already has! 

HE IS THE POTTER; WE ARE THE CLAY!


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Stardate 1411.18 Introductory Procedures

I would say I apologize for the blog's pun title, but I don't! This is MY blog and if you don't like it please press the little black arrow at the top left of your screen or the even littler "x" on the right corner of this tab.

If you don't even begin to get what I am talking about with the title, then you either didn't grow up with my generation and/or never watched an episode of Start Trek.  With my new job change and accepting a Captain's position with the Fire Department at the Volkswagen plant in Chattanooga I could not resist the name for the blog.

Due to the tremendous support and many fans I gained writing "Fit Facts" for the Venue Magazine, I decided to find another avenue to express myself through writing.  This blog will more than likely not be a fitness column, but more along the lines of the rantings and ravings of a bald lunatic! However, if along the way you do have questions or issues you want addressed,  leave a comment and I will do my best.

Initially it is my intentions to document the next few weeks as we prepare and head out on our move across country. Before you ask, I have no earthly idea how often this blog will be updated. Probably just a few times up until the move. That is simply because my list of things to do is growing faster than the number of domestic violence cases in the NFL. Once on the road, my intentions are to update nightly. But you know what they say about hell. It is full of people with good intentions!

So now that all that is out of the way, here is where we are today....PACKING! We placed our house on the market last Monday before I got the official offer. It was a step of faith as we were trusting that the Lord was directing us down this path to Tennessee all along. Shortly thereafter I received the offer and began negotiations which lasted a few short days. Prior to this we had begun purging the house and gathering boxes and organizing for the move. Again we were certain God was taking us home.

Since we are finishing out the month at our current jobs, I am at work at the airport today. I have honestly never been happier to be here, just so I could rest! I spent the entire weekend packing the garage and going through crap, and throwing away crap, and organizing crap. I honestly think I could be a professional crap collector. For you guys out there, you know what I mean. All that "stuff" we keep because we may need it one day, forty-two years from now. The one thing I can promise you is that you will never need it until a week after you throw it away. It does not matter if you keep it for a month, a year or a decade. Your need for that very specific and unique piece of crap will  not arise until after you tossed it.

Anyway, back to packing. While I have been working on the garage, the wife has been hard at work inside. Let me just say that we both genuinely hate packing, but are thankful this is the move we have been waiting for. The one that brings us home. Oh yeah, where was I? Packing! See, I even hate writing about it. Hailey's room is proving to be the current biggest challenge. The child has way too many toys, and stuffed animals, and too much crap. Apparently I am not the only crap collector in the house. In an effort to stay married, I will not mention any of my wife's crap. Not that she would even have any.

Hailey however has enough for us all. Not only will you find toys, and other such childlike things in her room, you may also find a variety of other things...many different and odd things. Maybe a rock, or a petrified grasshopper that was starved to death in her homemade shoebox wildlife habitat, or a crumpled note, a drawing of Jesus on the cross at Calvary, or one of many random unidentifiable shiny objects. The problem being that she is not only a crap collector but a hoarder and doesn't wish to get rid of any of it. Thankfully mommy stepped in to make command decisions. I mean really, we could open a dang Toy's B Us that specializes in Crappy Meal Toy's! Right beside that would be our Stuffed animal zoo, with a larger variety of animals than the San Francisco Zoo.

Moving along, the packing & purging continues. I continue to grab boxes (yes sometimes from dumpsters) and we continue to fill them. My to-do list continues to grow exponentially as I mark off one item only to add thirty-three more. As the process continues we are trying only to grow together as a family and not rip anyone's head off in the process. While we are not worried about the move, the stress of the actual move and rapidly approaching "move date" is increasing. Tempers are rising, fuses are shortening, and sleep is diminishing. Mainly we are trying to maintain our sanity while trying to ensure we are thoroughly communicating through the chaos. Ahhh the joys of moving....