A Movie That Matters

Kim and I went and saw the movie Bella the other night. I complained about it being a chick-flick just in case I hated it. I didn't. I thought it was great.

Kim cried through practically the whole thing. My story is that I never cried and I'm sticking to it. It's a movie that is easy to get wrapped up in and that makes it tug on the emotions.

I thought they did a great job dealing with some painful topics. I even ended up with a sense of understanding for a character that I didn't really like too much. Kim and I left debating the meaning of a few scenes where the viewer isn't sure what really happened or that were intentionally misleading. I suppose that's what the writers wanted. I think Kim had better instincts about those scenes.

In the end I left the theater wanting to live life no matter how painful it could get. It also made me painfully aware of how little I know about the stories of the people around me.

Self-Made Man

I read a story about Tom White in the Boston Globe. White has been a very successful business man but his distinguishing feature is that he has given nearly all his wealth away. The article tells about a building being named after him in Haiti and how he really didn't care for that. He associated it with all those stories we read about self-made men who have accomplished great things on their own.

White doesn't think there is such a thing as a self-made man. Everyone has been helped along the way so a man's rewards are never his alone. In a sense, when he gives his money away it actually represents a lot of people who have helped along the way so a building named for just one man doesn't seem appropriate.

It was refreshing to read that because we seem to hold the idea of a self-made man in high regard. If we really believe in it we could be in danger of not getting anywhere because we refuse the help of others. I think it is only when we realize that we need others that we begin to reach our potential.

I also think the same is true in a spiritual sense. We need each other if we are going to grow spiritually and refusing to acknowledge that stunts our growth. We also tend to look up the chain-of-command for help and often overlook real value right under our noses. I need to be just as open to God working through the kids in the pre-school Sunday School class as I am those spiritual giants in my life.

Daddy's Little Girl

About an hour ago the Space Shuttle Discovery was hurtling across the Pacific at break neck speed heading for the Kennedy Space Center in Florida. I spent my lunch time tracking the flight as it raced on across the US and descended towards the runway on the NASA Channel. You couldn't see anything when they switched to the shot of the sky but slowly the shuttle came into view.

Shortly after it came into view Commander Pam Melroy took control of the shuttle to maneuver it for landing. At this point in the flight the shuttle is basically a very heavy glider so she had only one shot to get it right. I watched as she maneuvered the massive shuttle around the "heading alignment circle" to line up the shuttle on runway 33. They say the shuttle lands ten times as fast and has a descent angle seven times as steep as a commercial airliner. (Maybe those numbers are reversed. I'm not sure.) Commander Melroy performed flawlessly and nailed the landing with the main gear touching down at 1:01:18.

I joked with Kim that they were probably supposed to touch down at 1:00 P.M. so she was actually a little over a minute late. Kim didn't think that was too bad for a flight that lasted 15 days. I also noticed they have to wait a long time to deplane, just like the airlines.

The whole time I was watching this I was wondering what Commander Melroy's dad must be thinking. I imagine he must be nervous and proud. I know it might be sexist but as a father of three sons and one daughter I worry a little more about my daughter. I'm a little more protective of her and I wondered what it would be like if she was ever commanding something like a space shuttle.

I wonder if there comes a point when you quit worrying because they've proven they can handle themselves just fine on their own. This was Commander Melroy's third time piloting a shuttle and I suppose one would think that if you can do that you can probably handle just about anything. But I just can't help but think that there is a dad somewhere that still thinks of Commander Melroy as daddy's little girl.

My Pleasure

Looking for a game to play next time you go out? Go order a meal at Chick-fil-a and see how many times you can get the staff to say "my pleasure." They have a policy (at least the franchise closest to us does) that staff respond that way any time a customer says thank you. So ask a lot of questions, say thank you a lot, and see what kind of total you can rack up.

The atmosphere created by their courtesy is great. Kim and I enjoy just sitting there counting how many times they say it. (Our dates are really boring.) I have to believe they develop a habit that stays with them when they leave work. Their families probably get tired of it.

The strange thing about it is you tend to relax in that kind of environment. I wonder how much rudeness contributes to our stress. I think when we are in an hostile environment we tend to spend a lot of energy being on guard. Our world could use a lot more politeness,

Resting In Him

We practice Lectio Divina on Wednesday evenings and the last two weeks have been emotionally hard for me. Both times it ended well though.

This week I was meditating on the passage where Jesus is explaining why he uses parables in Matthew 13. He refers to the prophet Isaiah: 'You will listen carefully yet will never understand,you will look closely yet will never comprehend. For the heart of this people has become dull; they are hard of hearing, and they have shut their eyes, so that they would not see with their eyes and hear with their ears and understand with their hearts and turn, and I would heal them.' I was struck by the fear that this could easily be me. I may think I'm listening carefully and yet not understand. Could my eyes be closed without me knowing it?

This consumed my prayer time which I ended with the fervent hope that this was not me or at least I would be made aware of it if it was. I can't say that there was any real sense of peace after the prayer though perhaps things were a bit brighter.

Then came my favorite part which is resting in Him. I don't usually read the instructions for the other steps outlined in the program because they are the same every week. But I always read the last. It starts, "Finally we rest in the presence of the One who has used His word as a means of inviting us to accept His transforming embrace." It literally sent chills down my spine and it was almost as if I could feel His embrace. Somehow that seemed to soothe the fears and doubts I had earlier.

Missing the Missional Meaning

Missional is a buzz word I'm trying not to misuse. I'm afraid that's something we do a lot of in church circles. We especially like words that are not easy to define because we can then use them and attach our own definitions to them. I have a love/hate relationship with missional but even that is probably due to definitions.

On the one hand, I believe that being missional is an all or nothing proposition. I cringe when people say they're missional and point out some program they are involved with to prove the point. They see being missional as just one aspect of being a Christ follower among many. They don't see it as an overriding objective covering all aspects of the Christian life.

On the other hand, I don't like the seemingly lack of emphasis on aspects like worship. "Worship is okay as long as it is supporting the cause of the mission." That seems to reduce our worship of All Mighty God to almost an afterthought. God is great and we ought not to forget it.

Maybe I make it too complicated. Maybe aspects like worship weren't meant to be analyzed like that and are supposed to become instinctive, like breathing. Or maybe I need to view it like I would going on a mission to the post office. Walking down there is of vital importance to the mission but I don't think about the walking, I just do it. I only think of it when it becomes a hindrance to the mission. If there was a stone in my shoe I would stop and take it out before continuing on. I'm still on mission but at that point in time my focus would be getting the stone out.

Perhaps I get too frustrated with my humanness. Last week we reformatted our Wednesday night prayer meeting. I use Lectio Divina for a self-guided time of spiritual formation. (Maybe I should say Spirit-guided.) It hasn't caught on with too many people yet. Some people love it but I think it has to grow on others. It actually requires discipline for them until it become natural like breathing. I must confess at times it is more of a discipline than a joy for me too.

I suppose that's the way it is with me. I have a idealistic view of what a missional church, and missional people, should be. When we don't live up to that I get frustrated because it seems we aren't spiritual enough.

Enough rambling for now. The road gets bumpy at times but we are still traveling.