Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Insomnia is God's Grace

Sleepless musings interrupting Alaska recollections.
I don't care if the flow is interrupted I have something to say and that's the way it will be.
What was I going to say...? It doesn't matter; I'll just type until I lose consciousness and wake with the imprint of a keyboard across the right side of my face.
How about I talk about what I have been learning as sleep has slipped away for the past few nights.
You could say that something has developed in my life that is challenging and unexpected and has directed my attentions toward a review of what the Bible says about men as masculine defenders, humble leaders, cultivators of women and children, haters of evil, knowledge imparting sages, self-controlled one-woman servants, and upright loyal Christians.
Basically Driscoll has been yelling at me for days now.  It's awesome.  If a man looks at his call and future without the fear of God and without an understanding of what his identity is, then he will live to his own glory, avoiding responsibility, not serving others, not leading a family, being a passive coward, contributing to a world where 40% of kids got to bed without a dad, because their dad was one of the worst kinds of men who use and abandon women. Was that a run-one sentence? Probably.
As Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, 1st Timothy, 2nd Timothy, and Titus all agree men are prone to passiveness or arrogant chauvinism.  My natural tendency is toward passivity.  Apart from God I am a the guy who avoids confrontation, who will agree with you to avoid being seen as a jerk, who will not point out folly and stupidity, who will not condemn evil even when it is causing generational damage, who will sit idly by like my father Adam while the Enemy lies and tears apart families and friendships.
But what is a man if he isn't getting into trouble, if he isn't contending for truth, if he isn't speaking that truth into the lives of his friends, if he isn't prayerfully showing manly fortitude while opposing the Enemy of God?
1 Peter 1:18 tells me that I have been "ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers". My forefathers were passive men. By the grace of God I don't need to be like them, repeating their mistakes and teaching them to my kids.  It stopped with me. My kids will be different because of Jesus. Man that truth is so easy to forget. I need to be reminded often.
Grace...yeah I received a book from a friend about that. Here's some cool stuff from it:
"I've found that words tend to spoil ove the years, like old meat. Their meaning rots away." 
Philip Yancey is comparing the word grace to other words whose meaning has dimmed and festered over the centuries. He sees the word Grace as an imperishable words that has survived and infiltrated every facet of our nomenclature: persona non grata (an enemy of the state) means literally a person without grace, we leave gratuities at restaurants, we congratulated for success, we show scorn by denying a person grace "You ungrateful ass!" "You're an ingrate", and when a woman is assaulted we say she has been disgraced (her grace has been taken away). 
"...grace is indeed amazing--truely our last best word."
Yancey pays the word grace a high compliment - I would disagree, I believe the word "steak" is the most beautiful, most excellent, most honorific collection of alphanumeric symbols which unite into an amplified tintinnabulation resounding off the faces of mountains causing birds to sing, men to rise to war, enemies to flee, women to rejoice, and God to be honored.  Um... what the hell was that all about? I guess it's 2AM and I'm hungry... Seriously Grace is freakin' sweet. It is the most difficult doctrine for me to understand and I have to fight to not be deceived regarding it's impact on my life.
"[Most people] think of church as a place to go after you have cleaned up your act, not before."
Sad but true.  Folks try to use religion to manipulate God into loving them, instead of throwing their atrocious life on the grace of Jesus because He already showed efficacious love.
Um what else have I learned during my nocturnal roamings and MP3 induced sesquipedalian prayers?

Driscoll quoted another preacher who said no man can ever out-shovel a woman's capacity to love.  The point is that ladies have a greater capacity for expressing love that a man does (Men can show love but it looks different--it tends to be shown in action not spoken). This is a complicating variable, because women need to hear love to feel it whereas men need to feel respected.  I know I am at my happiest not when my life is smooth and easy, but when I feel respect as an image bearer of God. Driscoll's point is that a masculine husband needs to labor and be intentional about his words of affection otherwise he has "not provided for the needs of his" wife.  We all know the other half of that saying...
All my reading and auditory grappling has had a particular two-pronged focus: (1) encouraging me to rest in the grace of God and (2) demanding that I live in the fear of an Almighty God.  Fear of the lord is my only hope for wisdom, and man, I could really use some.
I might actually be getting tired; this is good.  Lemme go stare at the ceiling some more and see if I can stop feeling dumb because I can't follow the instructions that are so obvious that even the mattress company's lawyers don't feel the need to put them on the tag: step 1 - Lay down on mattress, step 2 - go to sleep.  Man, you can tell I went to public school, I can't figure out step 2!!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Alaska Days 1-3

Miles: 2,384
Average MPG: 19.2
Gallons: 124.17
Bears and Wolves: 4
Alaska Beards: 3
Miles Hiked: 0

Well we made it to Denali National Park...technically a private campground just outside the park called Grizzly Bear Campground. It's a brisk night with a low of about 48F.  We are camped overlooking a beautiful river and are enjoying the soft ripple of water over smooth stones. Yulia, Nick and Mirella drove very well and covered the bulk of the distance.  My specialty was the night time sections.  I remember a little road trip I took in college with Trevor, Lili, Sam, Joe, and Jean.  They killed the days and I owned the night (the trip was from Hillsdale Michigan out to South Padre Island, 30 hours of sweet blacktop).
For some inexplicable reason I have been blessed with excellent sight (20/10 right and 20/20 left) and, when properly caffeinated, very good reflexes. So I love the night drives.
We only had one little issue on the way up (besides a few minor wrong turns), the Canadian Mounties!? On the U.S. / Canadia (YES! the proper name for "Canada" is Canadia, or America's Hat, or that loft apartment above a really great party) border we hit a little problem.  When the border agent asked for our passports and an explanation of how all the passengers knew each other he got suspicious and told us to pull over to the parking area.  We complied and went inside the 1960s era facility. A stone-faced Asian Mounty asked me to explain how these disparate people all happen to be going to Alaska. I felt his subtle implication loud and clear: you must be smugglers trying to get some of that chine-white American common sense into the warped world of Canadia...and I won't let you, Eh!
While he and his comrades in Mounty-dom removed every last piece of gear from our car and using the most sophisticated techniques known to a Canadia-ian, a portable X-ray machine (no doubt loaned from the U.S. Border Patrol) found that we are really boring people, no booze, knives, tactical nukes, or copies of Calvin and Hobbes Revenge of the Baby-Sat (this book must be illegal in Canadia where anything fun must be viewed with suspicion, apparently including some Alaska-bound crazies in a rental car with Colorado plates). During my interroga-...I mean "cordial interview" with the Mounty, his questions led me to explain the hierarchy and organizational structure of Mars Hill Church.  I thought that was hilarious, but I tried to keep a straight face. My 5 month internship under the executive elders and their assistant really came in handy.
After surviving the Mounties, we snagged some snacks and dropped the Traverse in gear to cross the great wastes of Vancouver Before Christ and the desolate Yukon. Along the way I played California by the band Phantom Planet which Tina convinced us to change to "Laska, Laska...Laska, Laska, Oh here we come!"
I also made the mistake of self-disclosure. I told two stories that led to the creation of a mad inside joke. So in an attempt to kill an inside joke by making it a Google-able outside joke, here goes:
I was once studying with my grad school colleague Greg Teplow.  We were studying in a coffee shop (propably Zoka in U Village) and my tall and 30% African American buddy turns to me and says in a bold voice, "You Sir are a Racist!" And he immediately goes back to his notes and books.  I an sitting there kinda stunned and trying to avoid eye-contact with all the curious people looking at the little mostly white looking guy with the tall mostly black looking dude as they mentally place bets on how many second it will take the white guy to die after the black guy leaps across the table.  Greg was totally joking but the awkward reaction in the coffee shop was priceless.  Another odd story comes from my buddy Joe Seaver who had a brother who inspired him. When someone sneezes in most of the English speaking world the proper response in to say bless you but what do you say when someone coughs?  Joe's answer was brilliant: "SHUT UP!".  So I disclosed these two stories to my travelling companions.  So for the rest of the trip Josue led us in a chorus of "Shut up you racist!" Or "Shut up Sir" Or "Racist Cough-er" at random times for no apparent reason.  It was great fun. On highway 37 we saw 4 black bears just on the side of the road. At Whitehorse Yukon Terrotories, we enjoyed a nice meal at Earl's Restaurant.  They actually gave me a sweet design idea for my house.
We made the Canadia / Alaska border at 4AM and after a laugh with the lone border patrol agent over how bad Canadia's roads are and the majesty of the Alaska state bird (the mosquito) we were back in the land of awesomeness. American roads are far better than Canadia-ian roads and actually are crowned so the rain water actually runs off of it instead of pooling.
By noon of the third day we had resupplied in Fairbanks and turned South to Denali.
Now some Pics:
 The Park Sign
 I managed to pick up a hood ornament.
An example of the beauty we encountered on the drive North
Special thanks to Bardo Pond, and my old musical friend Mogwai for providing the tunes for this blogging experience.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Going to Alaska! FTW

So I'm running up to Alaska tomorrow. I get to travel with Nick, Josue, Mirella, Tina, and Yulia. We're taking a full sized SUV that will seat 7 people and driving from Seattle to Fairbanks, Denali, Talkeetna, Anchorage, Homer, Seward, Whittier, and Valdez before we return to Seattle. And we're gonna do it in 14 days.
So what stats...that's really the hardest part of these trips, not driving, not paying for gas at Canadian prices, not braving US Customs, not dodging bears, not fixing the occasional flat tire, its really picking what stats to use...
How about:
  • Miles traveled (old standby)
  • MPG (yawn)
  • Bears and Wolves seen (ok kinda Alaska-ish)
  • Alaska Manly-Man Beard sightings (I'm geussing at least 400)
  • Total Caffeinated drinks consumed (at least 4-5 million)
  • and last but not least miles hiked
We are driving 2,300 miles each way plus about 500 more touring around. We will be camping and backpacking in Denali for about 6 days and hangin' in Kenai for another 4 days.
Of course the MAP:



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This trip is gonna rock. Check back to see pictures, videos, and all the stories...

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

An Apology to Adam Truesdale

Why am I writing this? Because I felt convicted that I had been harboring anger and resentment toward an old classmate, and I needed to confess it and release any grudge against Adam. God moved in me, and I felt impelled to respond.

Back in the wonder years of middle school, I met a classmate named Adam Truesdale. He lived across the alley from me and was changing middle schools to Washington Middle for the 1999-2000 school year. Since he was joining a new school with new people I was asked to introduce him around and tell him about the school.
8th grade saw us sharing a couple of classes (social studies with Katz and maybe Language Arts with a teacher whose name I don't recall). He seemed to fit right in (which I held against him since I had spent two years failing to do just that). Honestly I looked at him with envy because he had everything I wanted - height, money, married parents, a nice house, popularity, athleticism, nice clothes, and an outgoing personality. This was horrible on my behalf. I was not living to be happy for other folks' apparent success.
Hell, I never even found out if his life was as awesome as it looked. He might have had hardships I couldn't see, but I was so self-absorbed and idiotic that I secretly loathed Adam.
Man I am so sorry Adam for being such a jerk.
He was the only friend I ever invited to my house all the way from 6th grade through my high school graduation. He came over once or twice to play the game Half-Life on my computer. I then got in trouble because I didn't get permission for him to do so. So I held a little more bitterness against Adam for that...it totally wasn't his fault.
When we got to Garfield for high school Adam seemed to be even more popular and socially prosperous. So my envy flourished. Me and my odd collection of friends used to play lunch time football out on the muddy field where glory was sought by mostly non-athletic "brainiacs". Adam would on occasion join us and he was often the best player. One such day his team had pretty much destroyed my team and I became indignant. He (being about 160lbs to my 115lbs) clotheslined me and left me in the dirt mocking the foolish way I had responded. My getting frustrated and combative was totally wrong. I was at fault. Again I am sorry for being such a jerk.
After 10th grade I dropped out of high school in favor of full time running start at a local junior college. I didn't see Adam again until a post-graduation party at my friend Jonathan's house. Adam and some of his friends were having a party next door and he came over to share some graduation good cheer. I became sullen. I remember I was sitting in a wicker chair and Adam walked over to me with his hand extended in friendship saying, "No hard feeling man?" I refused to get up. I refused to shake his hand. I just said, "No."
I was the total religious jerk who could forgive and let go. I am very sorry for being such a unkind jerk to you Adam.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Easter Sunday!!!


Dude! The expectations Mars Hill set were for 500 baptisms and 20,000 people.
The final count came in at 724 baptisms and 17,500 in attendance!
God showed up on a dreary Sunday afternoon in the 5th least churched city in the United States and saved people.
The pictures:
The Volunteers arrived early with a great attitude!
We ran out of ponchos!
Tim Smith with Bryan and Dustin Kensrue
Pastor Mark delivering a forceful sermon all about Jesus.
Pastor Mark's Full Sermon
Wow what an event. Generations will be impacted by what happened here today. So on Sunday how did I help? I was a leader for the North side baptism crew. My role was to run (literally) members of the baptism team from the field to the North tunnel and pair them with people getting baptized coming down the freight elevator from the 300 level. It was pandemonium! We setup careful teams to coordinate all the baptism activities but as soon as people responded to be baptized everything fell apart and then God showed up. We ran out of everything! Towels, small, medium, and large sizes of T-Shirts and Shorts. In 42 minutes, 724 people were baptized!!! That's 17.2 people baptized a minute!! It was epic.
Wow I can't believe that I was privileged to serve in such an amazing Jesus-centered event.

Easter Setup @ Qwest Field

Uploaded after the Easter event...
On Friday April 22nd, I got to the stadium at 8am and joined up with team "Ops-Elite". (Say it out loud several times fast and you'll see why we changed the name to the "Blackhawks") My team was composed of 8 "trusted" Mars Hill interns who had to be able to operate independent of central control and direction.
We started by setting up all 5 Connect Desks for the Event. These desks were places where visitors could go and ask any questions, get free Bibles, get the Mars Hill Annual Report, and get one of these amazing handouts:
We were treated fantastically by Mars Hill. As an Mars Hill intern, I am unpaid and have given months to God's work with no expectation of any blessing. Yet we were lavished with food at Qwest. We had like 7 meals all provided. For those of you who don't know my love language is food. ("love language" is a reference to this book that Dr. Gary Chapman wrote a while ago that says that men and women feel loved in one of 5 ways: acts of service, quality time, physical touch, gifts, and words of affirmation)
After completing the first tier of prep work, I jumped teams to the lighting team. I have worked for ERM a Seattle area event staffing service as a lighting tech/stage hand. So I knew how to do this job well. Here is what the stage looked like with our fancy lights up:
Here are some additional shots from Saturday as the work progressed:
(In the foreground you can see one of the 20 baptismals dwarfed by one of the two huge Led Jumbo-trons)
(Here are the faithful volunteers who put in thousands of hours to make this happen)
(From the 300 level North: On the top and bottom we see the Baptism tents. The far left tent is the men's changing tent, the center tent is the women's changing tent and the right tent is the prayer tent where people who want to get dunked will be prayed with and interviewed to see if they understand who Jesus is. The stage is flanked by two 35 foot jumbo-trons and a 40 foot stage where Pastor Mark will preach)
(From the Southwest 300 level of Qwest Field: Here you can see the 20 Baptismals that are pipping hot 100 deg F)
A funny story: Back in January when the Executive Elders of Mars Hill decided to do a massive Easter service they called up the people who organize events for Luis Palau (an evangelist), Greg Laurie (an evangelist), and others to see how to do baptisms in a mass-meeting like this (a perennial tradition at all Easter Services for Mars Hill). EVERY single organization said "Don't do baptisms!" its too crazy, you can't cope with the masses of people, keep things organized, and logistically keep up. They do them out in the parking lots all afternoon. Well guess what we are planning for...500 Baptisms in 40 minutes... That means that each Baptismal must accommodate 25 people in 40 minutes. That means 25 baptisms every 1.6 minutes must be completed for us to not run over time. Fou n'est-ce pas?
(Here is the Choir getting set for sound check on Saturday. Since the theme for the event is a happy sunny country fair the choir in their fancy robes act as the golden backdrop for the sermon)

Atlas Shrugged

I had the chance to enjoy an independent film with my Grandparents, Atlas Shrugged Part 1. This first installment of the trilogy of Ayn Rand's Epic, covered the entire plot up to Ellis Wyatt's Destruction of the Colorado Oil Fields.
Instead of making the story a period-piece, the director Paul Johansson contemporized the plot by setting the characters in 2016 after a war in the Middleast cuts off oil shippments to the West driving gas prices to $36 a gallon. Under this dystopian future scenario, the only feasible means of transportation of people and commodities is rail power. (Modern CSX freight trains can move 2,000lbs --907 kilograms-- 500 miles on one gallon of fuel) This allowed me as a admirer of Rand's Objectivism to suspend my disbelief and fall into the story.
Dagny, acted by Taylor Schilling, is just as brutal and sublime as the one conjured in my imagination the first time I read the novel. She faces the world and never backs down as her universe spirals out of control. The male leads were well acted and for the movie's small budget ($1o million) did not detract at all. Still it would have been really cool to have had Angelina Jolie and Brad Pit as the iconic Duo of Hank Rearden and Dangny Tagart. But contractual obligations prohibited it. The $1.7 million gross for the opening weekend may allow the productions costs to be covered but indicate that there will be no part 2 or climactic part 3.

I love the novel too much to offer an objective review of this "Objective-ly" awesome movie.
The obvious flaw in Objectivism still doesn't shade Rand's fun Novels. Check out Atlas Shrugged and the Fountainhead today.