Love You Mucho

For the second time since Steve has had his blog, I am taking control. The last time was for mean-spirited wishes after a certain UK vs. UC basketball game. But this time I take over to wish Steve a very happy 30th birthday.

Hey babe. How can I best wish you a happy birthday? I thought this would be the best card to give you -- you in your blog-happy world these days! I want you to read how much you mean to me.

What can I say about the man I've seen you become? I enjoyed meeting you, dating you, and marrying you in your 20s. What a decade, just in the years I've seen you experience! But it's also been a time of growth for you. I've seen God work on your heart to make you into the man you are today. I've grown to love you more and more through the years.

You've always been passionate about life and God's work. But that passion has matured over the years as you've allowed God to move and you've stepped out of the way to let Him lead, even though it's required patience. This year in particular has been such a blessing for me to watch you follow God in ways you've never stepped out in faith before. And I'm so happy to be here with you on the journey. I've loved learning to become a minister alongside you.

You've got so much to look forward to as you begin this new decade. You'll be a dad soon -- how cool that will be!? I can't wait to see you in action! I know you'll be great! And you'll see Echo Church grow and continue to accomplish God's purposes. And you'll even get to start off your 30th year with a trip to Vegas! Woo hoo! : )

There's no one I'd rather spend time with than you. You make me laugh, and we have so much fun together. I can't thank God enough for creating you and introducing you into the world 30 years ago. I'm so glad I get to spend the rest of life with you!

OK. Enough mushiness for today. People reading this might get a little nauseous by this point! : )
So thanks, everyone, for bearing with me on this. But I wanted a little public declaration so that everyone can see how proud I am to be Steve's wife.

Love you, babe. You're a twentysomething no longer. But that's OK. Thirty on you is pretty hot! : )

Kelly

30 on 30

Taking a twist off a line from Van Halen's Hot For Teacher,

"I don't feel thirty."

As I close the door on my twenties, I have to salute a good decade. In the past ten years, a lot has happened in my life:

I graduated from both college and seminary.
I started playing golf.
I used the internet/email for the first time.
I water-skied for the first time.
I asked Kelly to marry me.
I got ordained.
We got married.
I took my first plane ride.
I started my first full-time job.
I held four different ministries.
I lived in six different locations.
I owned four different cars.
I captained a regional champion soccer team.
I coached two years of collegiate soccer.
I performed my first wedding and first funeral.
We bought our first house.
We bought our first new car.
I taught about God over 200 times, not including any Sunday School classes I taught.
I visited four countries on three different continents.
I became an uncle.
I was published in national magazines and local newspapers.
I started a new church.

It's easy to remember these good times, forgetting all the bad stuff that happened during this decade of my life. I don't fear my thirties, as I have much to look forward to [fatherhood, for one]. It's just another decade to do a bunch of new stuff.

I say, "Bring it on."

Surprise, Surprise!

So Kelly tells me, "You're having a birthday party tonight."

Cool. She had been selling me this whole "let's just you and me spend your birthday together" bit, which I bought hook, line, and sinker. So she pulled one over on me. Good move, babe. It wasn't a full surprise party, more of an "open house" type party but I had no idea who was showing up. So whenever someone knocked at the door, it was like "Let's Make A Deal." It was just a small gathering of folks, but a great way to spend the night before my birthday. We probably told way too many stories from ten years ago.

Kelly had everyone bring a 2-liter of Diet Cherry Coke, so I have enough to last me at least a week. So not only will I turn 30, but I'll have something to drown my sorrows with.

So in under an hour, I'll leave my twenties in the dust. C'est La Vie, third decade on earth. Bring on number four.

Insult To Injury

In an article describing the extravagant birthday party thrown for LeBron James, the following quote was included:

"James' birthday is Dec. 30, a date he shares with golfer Tiger Woods, who like James had a rapid rise to superstardom."

Once again, I get no shout-out. Tiger and I were born on the exact same date, while LeBron came along nine years later. At what point are these guys going to finally acknowledge that they're still trying to live up to my life accomplishments? Sad, guys. Just sad.

Who Am I?

The countdown at the bottom of this page testifies that there's a little over 24 hours before I turn thirty. I'm sure in the next couple of days I'll wax on about where I've been these past three decades and where I plan on going, but one thing I'm going to have to deal with is that little bio in the column to the right. Just in case you're blind [I'm not sure whether or not the Braille version of my blog has this text printed] this is what it says:

A homegrown Cincinnati boy [westside!] who loves his mama, good music, and living life, I've been blessed to find the most phenomenal woman in the world and somehow convince her to be my wife. I'm on a lifelong journey with God and welcome people to join me along the way. I’m almost a jock, because I play and watch a slew of sports- from soccer to golf to basketball to softball [yeah, I’ve officially given up]. I’m almost a geek because I own an I-Book and read books by dead authors who get no love. I’m almost a musician because I’m a hack guitarist and sing harmony with the radio in my car. I’m almost thirty because . . . um, well . . . I’m almost thirty. I’m self-centered, egotistical, and insecure. I’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there. I’ll keep you posted.

So shortly I'll no longer be "almost thirty" so it's time for a re-draft.

Although it's a pain, I actually enjoy crafting this bio. However dreadful it is, I'm forced to describe how I perceive myself . . . or at least how I want you to think that I perceive myself. Either way, it's a good exercise, one that I'll put some thought to.

So my challenge to you is for you to describe yourself. Who are you? What makes you tick? What are your strengths? What are your weaknesses? What are you passionate about? Try it and let me know what you figure out.

New Photos Up

Kay and Ann gave me this bib for our little girl. It was an all University of Kentucky Christmas as my southern in-laws initiated the campaign to insure that our daughter will be a UK fan. You see, if you're a "True Blue" Wildcats fan, you're said to "bleed blue." Apparently our baby will vomit blue. Notice the vomitous expression I already have on my face in this picture.

This and other picts are now online on my updated Flickr page. Hope you enjoy them.

Saying Good-bye

I spent the better part of my day helping some friends pack-up for their move. John and JoLynn Handel [along with their children: Hayden, Holten, and Halena] are relocating from Mason to Sioux City, Iowa. Unfortunately, they had to move at the end of December but God couldn't have provided better moving weather. It must be said that they have more crap than anyone I know, but they also have a great group of friends who care about them so much that they volunteered the day to load the moving trucks [yes, "trucks" plural]. It was great to see a bunch of friends from Christ's Church that we haven't seen in awhile.

John and JoLynn have been nothing but supportive of Kelly and I since we first met them. It was a huge blessing to have them in our lives and we'll miss not having them here. If their were more people in the world like the Handels, no one would ever be unloved.

Godspeed, Handel family. We'll pray God's blessings on your family, but also that he'll bring you back to us soon.

The Holidays Roll On

Well, a lot has happened in the past week- so much so that I'm not sure I'll be able to record it all. We had an awesome time in Lexington, celebrating Christmas with Kelly's family. We made it back to Cincy late on Christmas Eve, going to church yesterday with my parents and spending the day with them. Not all the family was able to make it then, so we're going to have another Christmas celebration Friday night on my birthday.

That leaves Kelly and me with this week off and only a few things to get done. Today we did . . . well, absolutely nothing. But with all these holidays left to celebrate, can you really blame us? Both Kwanzaa and [C]Hanukkah began this week and, of course, today is Boxing Day. Sure, no one in the U.S. celebrates Boxing Day [it's mostly a British holiday] but you gotta try. I chose to celebrate by watching English Premier League soccer.

So even though we have nothing to do, it should be a big week. With all this going on, I'm a little too tired to type. I'll try again later.

Rejoice.

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

Author Unknown

Church This Sunday?

Up until now I've avoided the whole canceling church services on Christmas controversy. For those of you unfamiliar with the topic, welcome back to the United States. You can read up on it here.

Perhaps I've waited to comment because Echo isn't gathering on Christmas. As a small church plant that meets in the evening, it was a no-brainer. Almost all of our regulars will be attending someplace else on Sunday morning and the church whose building we rent isn't meeting on Christmas either. This means the heat will be off so no, we're not meeting. But if, by the next time Christmas falls on a Sunday, we have Sunday morning gatherings I guarantee we'll meet.

But I really think the reason I've waited to say anything is because of the people involved. There are a lot of good Christian people on both sides of this issue, people with whom I'll be spending all eternity so I'm reluctant to call them out. But this is such a big debate within the Christian community that we really need to honestly evaluate it and draw some conclusions.

There are a lot of excuses being given for canceling services on Christmas. Some are silly, such as "Jesus wasn't really born on Christmas Day, so it doesn't matter if we celebrate on that day." To that I respond, "of course he wasn't, but what does that have to do with the price of Spam?" The date of Easter fluctuates every year because of the Jewish calendar but you never hear anyone advocating not meeting then. Another excuse that makes little sense to me, is that "the Bible doesn't command that we have to worship on Sundays so we're free to worship God any day we want." I can agree with the first part of the statement but there's no overall consistency. If we don't have to meet on Sundays then why do it all the other 51 weeks each year. If you're going to use this argument, then you should change your weekly gatherings to Tuesdays.

While some excuses sound lame, others appear to be more legitimate, such as "we're taking the day off to let our volunteers and regular attenders spend time with families." But really, I think this might be the worst excuse of them all. Too often in pulpits today, pastors are making unbiblical claims on the importance of family. I'll admit that family is important, but I fear that some churches are advocating worshipping families above all else. Rather than elevating families Jesus claimed that He would cause families divisiveness; and he wasn't too warm with his own skeptical family. Is church really hindering our families' relationships? If so, maybe we need to reevaluate how we're doing things.

What I'm really hearing from these churches that are canceling is this:
1) Our services are so complicated to pull off that we need a slew of volunteers to make them happen.
2a) Many volunteers don't want to have to work [volunteer] on Christmas.
2b) Because these volunteers work all year round, they deserve a weekend off.
3) Christmas is the perfect day to cancel and make everyone happy.

If our services have become so complicated that we can't function without hundreds of volunteers, then maybe we need to reapproach how we do church. Not to go medieval on the megachurches here, but if you can't have just one Sunday without elaborate kids programs and high tech audio/video then what are you truly about?

And if you really need to cancel some weekend to give volunteers a break, why not do it in April? Or in September? August is a slow month, so why not shut 'er down to prep for a busy fall? I'm just saying that if you're going to use these arguments, show some consistency. There are plenty of other Sundays when you can call off services.

While we can't buy into these excuses for canceling, I question the motives of some on the other side of these issue. Some Christians loudly and publicly criticized these canceling churches, going as far to use the media to criticize these churches. That's more offensive than canceling in the first place. They should at least have the decency to keep the controversy "in house."

Plus these overtly pious "we're-meeting-on-Christmas-because-we're-righteous" Christians need to get a life. We're not on a sacramental system where you get a gold star for perfect attendance. These people probably need to evaluate exactly why they show up for services.

The saddest thing about this whole controversy is the embarrassment this issue brought upon the church. Josh Harris, of the Kissed Dating Goodbye fame and who pastors a church in Maryland, rescinded his decision to cancel their Sunday services. He admitted that his original decision was a mistake. Jon Weece of Southland Christian in Lexington spent an entire sermon a couple weeks ago just to defend their decision not to meet on Christmas. The intense media scrutiny about these cancelings [concerning a topic that the media couldn't care less about] has overshadowed all the good things these churches are doing for the kingdom of God in America. Shame on us, church leaders, for putting Christ's church in this position.

Is all this worth taking one Sunday off? I don't think so.

With or Without Me

I think I figured out why I was up at 4:00 in the morning:

I was coming down with something.

I was feeling horrible on Sunday morning, but managed to preach out at Amelia. By the end of the sermon, I needed to leave. Kelly drove us home and I crashed on the couch. I felt nauseous as my temperature started rising throughout the afternoon. And, not to give you too much information, but I threw-up yesterday as well. Yes, my 10-year reign at the top finally came to an end.

So because of this virus I missed our Echo gathering last night. It really killed me not to be there. I knew that, eventually, I'd miss one of our services but never imagined it would come this early. I seriously thought about going [despite my 102 degree temperature] but I didn't want to risk getting everyone else sick just so I could keep my perfect attendance record. I actually find it comforting that things went on without me there. It's nice when you realize that the church can get along when you're not present.

Hopefully I can get over this thing soon. I don't like the thought of being sick on Christmas.

4am

I am awake.

It is 4:00 in the morning.

I usually see 4am only once a day.

But here I am.

Wish I were asleep.

But I'm not.

I tried to read, thinking that would put me to sleep.

No dice.

Wonder where that expression came from.

"Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all . . . "


That's the song that was in my head as I was lying in bed.

But I don't smoke cigarettes.

And I haven't watched Captain Kangaroo in years.

Which armed service was Captain Kangaroo in, anyway?

I bet it was the Coast Guard.

Maybe I should play Solitaire.

But I don't have it on my laptop, so I can't do that.

I still have to wake up this morning.

Preaching tomorrow morning, leading worship tomorrow night.

Or I guess I should say THIS morning and TOnight.

I should really get some sleep.

Just wanted to share.

You're . . . A Jerk!

With the last episode of the Apprentice last night, my reality TV season is officially over. Survivor and The Amazing Race are the other shows I watch regularly.

Since no one really watches the Apprentice anymore, I feel irrelevant posting about it, but I really need to since I've been fuming since it ended last night. This season was, what I liked to call, "The Season of The Dopes." It was by far the weakest field of contestants since Trump first started saying the "You're Fired" like white suburbanites drop "Fo' Shizzle." Because of this, the coronation of Randall as the winner started since week one. But, then again, is it really a privilege to win an ugly contest?

So it was between Randall and Rebecca. Randall screwed up his last task, a softball game, but was able to spin it as a success. Rebecca did a great job with her event but raised no money for her charity since the tight-you-know-whats at Yahoo felt bad about asking rich people for money [you had to watch it to understand]. It was close, but Randall was announced the winner. Shocker.

But here's where it got good. As Randall is celebrating as if he accomplished something really amazing, Trump calls him back to the boardroom table. Trump asks Randall if he should give Rebecca a job too, since she is a high caliber candidate. And Randall squirts out some dumb explanation that he shouldn't give her a job because the show is "The Apprentice" singular and not "The Apprenticies" plural. I think he made that last word up.

So given the opportunity to be a gentleman and help some one else out, at no expense to himself mind you, Randall was afraid of sharing the spotlight and screwed over Rebecca. That was so not cool. The whole season I tolerated Randall even though I think he was overhyped, but now I need not tolerate him anymore. This guy, as Tom Cruise would say, is a jerk. There's no recovery. He cares about one person: the guy looking back at him in the mirror.

It was a great lesson on character. You knew Trump was holding this surprise card up his sleeve, so Randall had no idea this was coming. When asked to make this snap decision, he had no opportunity to think it over. It was an impulse choice that reflected the kind of person he was. And his true self came out. That person isn't someone I'd want working in my organization. Trump should have fired him on the spot. But it's The Don we're talking about here, so Randall stays.

Congrats there, Randall. You might have won the big prize but you also won the boobie prize.

Blurry Vision

Vision statements.

Every company has one, as I'm pretty sure it's now law for all organizations in the United States today.

I was cleaning around the dining room at Panera this afternoon and overheard some graduate marketing students analyzing companies' vision statements. They were so impressed with the way some company waxed eloquently about how they value people over profit yada, yada, yada. I wanted to stop over and tell them that whoever wrote that was full of crap, but I didn't. I was wearing an apron while throwing away someone's half-eaten sandwich; I don't think they would've taken me seriously.

I'm not a big fan of vision statements. I checked online to see what Panera's vision statement is. I guess it's sad that I'm an employee and don't know it, but this is the closest thing I found:

We are bakers of bread. We are fresh from the oven. We are a symbol of warmth and welcome. We are a simple pleasure, honest and genuine. We are a life story told over dinner. We are a long lunch with an old friend. We are your weekday morning ritual. We are the soft doughy insides and the crunchy crust. We are the kindest gesture of neighbors. We are home. We are family. We are friends. We are Panera.

Now isn't that special? As I visualize this vision statement in my mind, it looks like this:


Cute, huh? I want to cuddle Panera and listen to it purr in my lap.

But the reality of it is, vision statements are hardly ever a true reflection of your organization. Especially corporations who have but one measure of success: money. Despite the best efforts of executives to pay consultants to develop these elaborate statements, they're useless. It's all for show. The vision statement might be sweet little kitten, but in my mind, the company actually resembles this:

This company will eat my lap and purr after it has ripped my body into tiny little pieces. *Not an intended reference to Aslan or Disney's marketing techniques.

Don't misunderstand me here: I'm not trying to dump on corporations for making money. There's nothing wrong with turning a profit; that's the American way. It's how you stay in business. But why do they have to create bogus vision statements to dupe people into thinking that money isn't the main thing? Corporations can sued for false advertising but are untouchable when it comes to false vision statements. They're just dumb.

Now let me bring this discussion into the realm I am most familiar with. In the late 80's/early 90's churches started to buy into the vision statement trend. Every church and their grandmother were forming committees and spending months hashing out word-for-word how best to present themselves. Then they had huge unveilings, spending weeks of sermons to explain their new statements. Does it make a difference? I'm doubtful.

At Echo we have what could be deemed a vision statement. It's less a statement and more a motto: "resonating the Voice of God throughout the city and to the ends of the earth." I'm not sure that qualifies as a vision statement; it's just stating of the obvious. I think the only reason we came up with it is to try to get money from church planting groups [and that didn't work]. It does have a nice sound to it, you think?

FRIENDS, HERE'S MY POINT: Your organization is defined by how it actually is and not by a vision statement. You are what you are. If you're all about money, it will show through regardless how smoothly the vision statement rolls off one's tongue. And if you really care about people, they'll know and you won't need a statement to keep you focused. We focus too much about vision statements when we need to open our eyes and see what's really there.

My prayer for Echo is that we might be all about Jesus. I want us to be so much about Christ that when people visualize our church, that they think of Him. Now that's a picture I can't wait to see.

iTune Out

Microsoft has announced a new collaboration with Viacom, the parent company of the MTV networks, to start a new online music service called Urge. Seen as an opportunity to battle the Apple/iTunes stronghold, Viacom predicts it will be able to grab the attention of some of the 165 million consumers that watch their networks.

The move by Microsoft is reactionary. Gates and company are trying to break a stronghold that they haven't been able to scathe. I know there are a lot of Apple haters out there, but you gotta admire what Apple has done to the music industry, forcing Microsoft to partner with Viacom. iTunes is so popular because of the iPod player. Apple ventured into an untapped market and it'll be difficult for anyone to touch them.

My prediction: Urge will fail.

And here are two reasons as to why it'll fail:

1) iPod Incompatibility. If you started an online music service, don't you think you'd make your service accessible to as many people as possible? The iPod is the number one digital media player, and Urge's downloads won't work with it. Brilliant.

2) MTV's programming. What's the biggest gripe about MTV? They don't play music anymore. And the only music they do play is teeny-bopper crap. I think Microsoft is giving Viacom a little too much credit here. Sure they'll market it until every other commercial on their networks is for Urge, but I just don't see it helping.

But here's how it could succeed:

Price slashing. If they reduced the price of downloads to make it more affordable than iTunes, then this could work. But the music industry won't let them. So we're back to square one.

Another win for Apple. Microsoft has to try harder.