Posted October 2, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. October 1, 2009
“Changing The Terms”

The snail mail has been pretty uneventful at home recently. Magazine subscription offers, Albertson grocery weekly specials, Geico…box stuffers like that. Our recycling can has been overflowing!
I thought when postage stamp rates increased recently it would increase the amount of quality mail, and decrease the amount of “paper fodder”, but I was wrong.
This week I got something from my credit card company. It looked like any other piece of excess baggage mail, primed for deposit in our “green can”. Instead of ripping it in half, however, I thought that maybe…possibly…perhaps it would have some kind of special offer inside, so I opened it!
What I “discovered” (That’s a clue on the credit card!) is that my annual percentage rate was being increased. Here’s a quote: “We will increase your APRs for purchases and balance transfers to the variable default APR of the Prime Rate + 22.99%, but such rate will never exceed 29.99%.” In other words, “we hope you don’t open this piece of mail and treat it as junk, and then not pay off your balance so we can jack you up for some easy extra cash.” (My translation!)
Naturally this comes before Congress can put into law the 800 pages of new guidelines and procedures for credit card companies to follow so people don’t get taken to the cleaners. Of course, it IS reasonable to expect someone to pay off their balance each month, but many of us have had that sudden lean month that has left us exposed…and now we will exposed for a longer amount of time as we try to catch up.
When I first got this credit card these were not the terms. In fact, I think we got a new toaster or steak knives or a battery-operated clock (battery not included). The terms have been changed, and either I can agree to them or I can call to say that I reject them. Of course, this is how it’s worded: “If you notify us prior to the Effective Date that you choose to reject these increases, we will close your Account and you will no longer be able to use it for further transactions!”
I guess you could say I’m a little perturbed by it.
And yet, isn’t that what we often do to people who are thinking about following Jesus? We make the terms simple, inviting, and loving. No free toaster, but there is often an invitation to the next chili supper.
Seriously, we offer the good news about Jesus in non-judgmental, uncritical, positive words.
But sometimes the person accepts those terms- accepts Jesus- becomes a follower, becomes a part of our church fellowship…and then the terms get changed.
“Yes, we know we talked about being saved by grace through faith, but…there’s a few other conditions that we become convinced are now added “interpretations” of what that all means.”
• “Give money…a lot of it!”
• “Be on a committee.”
• “Be in a class, a group, in worship.”
• “Achieve your monthly quota of how many people you’ve invited to come to church.”
• “Use spiritual verbage when you talk.”
• “Attend all church fundraising events.”
• “Be on a mission team…in another country (Close to home missions doesn’t count!)”
• “Eat donuts and drink weak coffee.”
• “Be a patron of Christian businesses.”
• “If you’re a Christian business person, give freebies to the church.”
Yes, I’m a wee bit cynical…but also a good bit right on target. We are often guilty of changing the terms. Grace can’t be that easy, because then anyone could say they were a Christian. (Cynicism attack again!)
There is something incredible about being a faithful follower of Christ. It’s worth it. It’s humbling. It becomes a ever-growing longing.
And there is also something fatal about adding fine print to the contract of the cross of Christ. As a friend of mine says quite often pointing at his bible opened to one of the gospels, “What’s it say in the red print? That’s what’s important.”
The “red print” is where we need to be.

Posted September 25, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. September 25, 2009
“UNCOMFORTABLE E-MAILS”

Dear Frank,
Since your prayer conversations with me are getting fewer and far-between, I decided to e-mail you. I know you’re pretty absorbed with internet chatter. I’m feeling a little distance from you. Is itr something I said?
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
I’m assuming that sending this to TheMostHigh@God.com will reach you. Unless you have pop-up protection…since my e-mail is “popping up”. Get it…pop up…you know… heaven?”
You’re right! (Of course, you’re always right!) I’ve been a little…spotty lately. Sorry about that!
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Was that repentance in your last e-mail? Kind of lame! Lately “spotty” would be an improvement for you. I would call it, because I know, non-existent! My “angels of calculation department” is having a hard time keeping up with the number of hours your fingers are on a game control for “Madden NFL 10”. You seem to have mastered the “wildcat offense”, but what about a prayerful defense.
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
I admit that I use my Xbox to escape from the situations of life. At the end of the day I’m just so tired of dealing with reality that pretending I’m Chad Pennington for a while is a release.
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
What if you started your day with me? Did you ever consider the possibility that I could give you strength at the beginning? It seems like my word says a few things about that. Don’t let the dust get up your nose as you open your bible.
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
That last comment was a little cynical. I’ve never really thought of you as having cynicism.
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Forty years in the desert will do that to you! Even me! But my cynicism does not cloud my vision, my love, and my faith in you. Even when you’re distant from me it does not change my belief in your potential to be a change agent for my kingdom. It took forty years for my people, but I knew they would reach my destination and realize my promises for them. Forty years, four year, four months, four hours, four minutes…the time is not the important element. What’s important is that any amount of time that you disregard my existence, ignore my presence, or dismiss my worth is offensive!
And yet, I’m gracious and forgiving!
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
I guess I hadn’t really thought of it that way. I admit that I’ve been consumed with my own agenda way too much. In some ways it makes it easier.
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
…And more frustrating! Following your own agenda let’s you control the schedule, control what you decide is the most important, and allow you to set the terms and conditions…and it saps your energy!
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
You can be so brutally honest! Isn’t there something more pressing on your schedule today than me? I mean, the President surely needs direction on more important issues than me!
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Don’t minimize yourself. You’ve been minimizing me for too long. Don’t just shift the reducing factor to yourself. How I’m working in other people’s lives is my decision. What is that to you?
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
My bad once again! I suppose you want me to make some changes right away. I mean, I assume you’re not giving me a three day furlough before I get serious on this, are you?
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
Time’s a wastin’! And you’ve wasted enough time already. Get with it. The work of the kingdom is too crucial. I need you to be seeing people around you and their needs. I won’t give it away, but there may be someone that you encounter even this morning that needs a life-changing word from you.
Sincerely, God
Dear God,
Okay, okay, okay! Tomorrow would just be a little more convenient than right now today!
Sincerely, Frank
Dear Frank,
If you want convenience, stop by 7-11 on your drive in this morning. I’m not big on convenience! If you’ve read my word you’ll remember that there were too many situations where it was more convenient to replace me with some other god or idol than to be obedient to my will.
So Frank, get going! It’s Sunday morning, and you are still the pastor!
Sincerely, God

Posted September 16, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. September 16, 2009
“PASTORAL CORRESPONDENCE”
Dear Fred,
I’ve missed having you in worship the last few weeks. Is everything okay? I know there’s a lot of sickness going around right now. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
No sickness, but Sundays have been busy for us lately. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Have you all had a lot of relatives visiting from out-of-town; or been traveling to see your mom and dad in Wyoming? Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
No, it’s our own schedule difficulties. The wife and I have gotten involved in a square dancing group that meets on Saturday nights, and usually afterwards most of us head to a restaurant for a late-night meal. Most Sunday mornings we’re so exhausted that we just lay in bed. Sincerely Fred
Dear Fred,
That’s great that you’re getting a lot of exercise. I just wish you’d join us for some spiritual exercising on Sunday morning in church. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
We’ll try to get there in the next couple of weeks. When you did our pre-marriage counseling 25 years ago you mentioned the need to keep dating your wife, so I’m following your advice every Saturday night. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
You’re a good man, Fred…with a good memory! I think I also counseled the two of you to keep growing spiritually in your marriage relationship. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
I vaguely remember something about that. That’s why the wife and I lay in bed a lot of Sunday mornings. You know…it being a day of rest and all. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
I think maybe you’re mi-interpreting that scriptural principle. The Sabbath day of rest was focused on putting work to the side and worshipping the glory of God. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
You know the bible better than me, so…the truth is that we’re just lazy. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Would you like a wake-up call this Sunday? Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Actually, this Sunday we’re getting up early and heading up to the Fruit Festival in the northern part of the state. The wife has to have her yearly visit there, and be able to buy some apple butter. It’s the best. We’re pulling out at 6AM sharp! Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Won’t you be exhausted from Saturday night? Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Yes, we’ll be tired, but it’s worth it. They have some great entertainers performing, admission isn’t that expensive, and we try to get there early to beat the crowds. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Excuse the analogies, but each Sunday we give God a performance of worship that we hope he delights in, our admission is free, and you don’t even have to get here early to beat the crowd. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
You’ve got a good sense of humor. You should use that in a sermon sometime. Maybe we’ll see you the next week. I think the wife has nursery duty then anyway. Sincerely, Fred
Fred,
Well, at least I’ll see you that Sunday. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Oh, I just remembered! We’re in a bowl-a-thon for swine flu awareness next Sunday. Hey, could you find someone to replace the wife in the nursery for us. Sincerely, Fred
Dear Fred,
Well, whenever you get around to worshipping with us again I just hope we’re still here. Sincerely, Pastor Jones
Pastor Jones,
Thanks for the interest. I’ll talk more to the wife and we’ll see if we can make it sometime before Christmas. By the way, could we borrow a few tables from the church? We’re having a garage sale a couple of weeks from now on Sunday, October 4. Thanks for your help. Sincerely, Fred.

Posted September 8, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. September 7, 2009
“Precarious”
I took Latin in college and failed it (“failius maximus”), so when a Latin word is mentioned in one of my writings you can be assured that it was written in a book that I’m reading and the meaning is thoroughly explained with the word. Otherwise if I’m speaking Latin I’m simply making words up, at the end of which I say something like “maximus” or “prius” to make it sound authentic.
Thus, it was in a book recently where I read that the Latin root of our word prayer is “precaria”. The word “precarious” is derived from it.
Prayer places us in a precarious situation. As Tilden Edwards writes in Living In The Presence, “In heart prayer we are vulnerable, and our trust that God is good is vital if we are to abide there.”
Precarious. Precarious and prayer, one and the same.
Some other adjectives for precarious include “skaky” and “risky”. We might not think of those words very often when we think of prayer. We talk about the power of prayer and the need for prayer, but I haven’t heard “the risk of prayer” or “the shakiness of prayer” mentioned very often.
Edwards would say it is risky because true prayer demands the yielding of our hearts to the presence of God. “The heart is a dangerous place to our minds, because there we are dependent upon something- Someone- beyond our control and mental grasp. (p. 12)”
We are extremely “mental” people. “Heart” is associated more with heart disease and attacks than it is with matters of contemplation. All you need to do is compare the number of people at a church’s “chili cook-off” compared to a prayer gathering. Donuts are the preamble to singing the Doxology.
Our minds can keep things reasonable and mostly understandable. I can allow something to occupy my mind as much or as little as I want. There’s a lack of precariousness to it.
“Heart prayer”, however, takes our hands off the steering wheel. We have to trust that the alignment is right on course and will not take us into a dead-end ditch or result in a collision with an approaching possible barrier. It’s shaky and often leaves us shaking.
Paul writes in Ephesians 3:17 “I pray that Christ will dwell in your hearts through faith.” Precarious prayer is dialogue, listening, and then believing in what our Resident is saying to us.
That is tough! I tend to creep into the zip code of precariousness…and then rush back to the safety of my own senses. I focus on solutions and lean on my own understanding, and then look back afterwards at the chaos left in the wake of my decisions.
I guess you might say that the long term effects of not listening or recognizing the One who dwells within our heart is more precarious than the trusting precariousness in that “still, small voice” in the present.

Posted August 31, 2009 by wordsfromww
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“Gracing Forgetfulness”

I’ve had a number of people ask me how and where I get my ideas for what to write about. Quite frankly, they come from things people say, things people do, or thoughts that occur to me.

When one of these ideas occurs to me I write it down. For example, the title of this article is written down at the bottom of a Wednesday night prayer gathering prayer list. In the midst of the prayer time the thought hit me and I wrote down the two words on the piece of paper. (Actually, that night two thoughts hit me that I wrote down. And for those who are already thinking this question…Yes, I also spent time in prayer that night!)

BUT…if I don’t write the thought down there is a very great possibility that I won’t remember it. If I hadn’t written down “Gracing Forgetfulness” at that moment you probably would not be reading an article about it right now.

I find that more and more of my conversation includes sentences like, “What was it I was going to tell you?” and “I was thinking about something the other day…now what was it?” and “Did you say something to me about this the other day?”

There are people reading these words right now that have told me things or asked me to do something that they now think I just blew off. In reality, I just forgot. I was going through e-mails this week and found one from a person who had requested a special letter from me. I had forgotten about it!

E-mail, text messaging, and voice mail are all good things, but there have been some indications that a ripple effect of high tech is low memory.

Now…what was I saying? Oh…right! Last week something crossed my desk that had been forgotten about almost a year ago. It had fallen between the cracks of my mind. I was left to write a letter of apology.

I think it may be easier to extend grace to someone asking forgiveness than extending it to someone who hasn’t asked for forgiveness, but maybe they just forgot to ask for forgiveness. How do you differentiate between someone who could care less and someone who’s missing part of their memory?

Not remembering things, not hearing things, not seeing things as clearly, and slower reflexes—getting older needs extra helpings of grace and patience.

Okay, there’s something I’m supposed to do right now. Carol says I agreed to cook dinner, do the dishes, and scrub the bathtub. I don’t remember agreeing to do it, but I must have. And after I do those things, she says there are some other things that I forgot that I committed to do!

Posted August 24, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. August 23, 2009
“Cleaning Off The Layers”

A few years ago I went on a road trip with my friend, Dave Volitis, to San Antonio. It was about a fifteen hour car ride through the heart of Texas. We took our Honda Accord that we had actually bought from the Volitis’s about a year before that. When we got back to Colorado Springs I noticed that I had brought a part of Texas home with me that I had not planned on.
Bugs!
Bugs layered on top of bugs! The grill on the front of the Accord was more crowded than teenage girls jammed against the platform of a concert of the Beetles (Another bug type!) back in the 60’s.
I commenced to washing. The interesting thing, however, was that the first time I washed it the latest arrivals of bugs to the grill got cleaned off, but the deeper “bugs” remained attached. They were shinier, but they were still “grilled”!
I had to wash the grill of the car several times to finally get back to the silver core. Texas bugs are tough…and plentiful!
I got back this afternoon from our church retreat that took place at a camp about 45 minutes outside of town. It was a quick 24 hours that included times of worship, personal time, reflection, fellowship, food, and a heart-quickening zip-line experience.
And I experienced some “cleaning off of some layers” to get back to the core.
Sometimes we add the crud of life to our “spiritual exterior” to the point that our personal experience with the Almighty deteriorates to “acquaintance status.” It’s not that I stopped knowing God. It’s that I had allowed layers of life’s stresses to create distance.
In our retreat I had a happy face on to begin with, but there was some cleaning off that needed to happen.
I could sense it. My resistance was there as well.
The and cleaning of my spirit went through a few more wash cycles. Interestingly enough getting back to the core was much more about observing others than a wet, soapy personal moment of “God-sponging” (Not a word, but I like it!).
The hidden emotions inside me started welling up as I watched people of my congregation going through four hands-on stations that dealt with repentance, cleansing, re-creation, and joy. I was over-whelmed at the pictures that were drawn and clay objects created, the thoughts of young and old alike.
Clean off more bugs! Deeper layers of bugs!
The thing is the deeper you get- or should I say the closer to the core you- the riskier it becomes.
The welling up in my soul continued as I watched a dear couple helping one of our elderly members get around the whole weekend. They got her to the campfire at the end of the evening. They made sure she was safe. They ministered to her in their servanthood and compassion…and in turn unbeknowingly were cleaning off another of my layers.
And then this same elderly woman put the finishing touches on the deepest layers when she sang “He Touched Me” at our closing worship gathering.
Sometimes it takes a lot of cleaning off to get us back to the relationship that God desires with us. Quite honestly, there’s still some bugs on the grill, but you can see patches of the silver shining through.
Pastors are too often viewed as spotless, where in reality we learn over time how to hide. We’ve seen too many examples of genuineness coming back to bite us. So we polish the outside to look nice and bright, but they can simply become nicely polished bugs.
Praise the Lord! Some of the silver is showing!

Posted August 14, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W.
August 13, 2009
“First Things First”

I’ve never been really that talented in following directions. Cookbooks are like literary minefields that confound me. Happy meal toys that needed to be assembled caused me to cry. Taking tests that required that I read the directions first caused irreparable damage to my GPA…well, okay, it was ONE of the things that caused my GPA to plummet. (My reasoning was if you were close to 0.00 you didn’t have as far to fall! My mom and dad didn’t agree with that reasoning.)
The past few weeks I’ve been speaking on different Psalms, trying to show the different emphases and themes that come through that amazing book in the Bible. This week I’m focusing on Psalm 63. The way it begins makes me think of my lack of following directions.
“O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you…”
It is thought that Psalm 63 was a meditation song/prayer for early morning.
First things first!
Would it change our perspective on the day ahead of us if we began each morning by saying the first ten words from Psalm 63? Perhaps it could be in rhythm with the movement of your toothbrush. As you scrub your pearly whites you say those words and meditate on them. Or as soon as your feet hit the floor the words become as automatic as hitting the alarm clock with your fist.
The point is not to establish a ritual as much as it is to commit to the focus of a new day. I find myself rushing through a day like it’s a 24 hour sprint- a sort of “Le Mans 24 hour race”! The day begins at a quick pace and it ends in a quick pace. Sometimes my attitude is more along the lines, “If God can stay up with me, that’s okay! But I’m not slowing down my pace just for him!”
“O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you…”
What if we began the day with God in front of us and allowed him to set the agenda and the pace? It would be much easier, and the words that we mouth would echo in their heart, if our seeking of God would involve more foresight than hindsight. Earnestly seeking something seldom involves my backside. I’m seeking what is in front of me.
Tomorrow morning don’t just say the first two words with a moan as you get out of bed: “O God!” Take a deep breath, brace yourself, and finish the declaration.
“O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you…”
It’s a good beginning! It may even erase the usual scowl on your face as you’re eating your oatmeal!

Posted July 30, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. July 29, 2009
“The Thrill of Being Pied”

Years ago I remember people lining up, paying a quarter, and getting three chances to throw a baseball and hit a target. And if they hit the target the high school principal, or football coach, or band director, got plopped into the water of the dunk tank. I don’t know how much money the school booster club made at the whole carnival experience, but at least half of it had to have come from the dunk tank. There was a heightened sense of glee over seeing an adult take the plunge.
Why? Because it had been deemed “okay.” If you threw a water balloon at the same person causing a fraction of the drenching you would have been suspended from school, decked, or charged with assault. BUT…put someone in a carnival dunk tank and say it’s okay…and the fun begins!
I don’t fully understand it, but I remember throwing that baseball with all my might to knock Mr. Camp off his perch.
This week has been day camp week at my church. We’ve been emphasizing perseverance and persistence as they relate to faith and Jesus. As a day of supporting the theme we challenged the campers to bring their pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters and putting them in a big plastic water bottle. The money collected would be used to help feed impoverished families in different places around the world that the mission organization, VisionTrust International, was working with.
And then we decided (because I don’t think it was my idea!) to tell the campers that if they collected at least $150 I would get a pie in the face. We told them that the first day of day camp on Monday. Tuesday morning a number of these boys and girls arrive with BAGS of coins. By Wednesday my face was “pie-bound”. For an added incentive I said for everyone $50 over $150 I would take another pie in the face.
What can I say? I got lost in the moment!
This morning when they arrived I knew I was “doubly-pied!” One young boy named Darien brought $45 in change! He was beyond excited. He was shaking in delight!
These kids brought enough money to feed 13 families for a week in some of the poorest areas of the world. Kids! And to do it while getting to see a pastor’s face get “creamed” was satisfying in a number of ways. Perhaps some of them wanted to see the pie face a little bit too much, but they also knew that some children their own age were going to be able to go to bed not on an empty stomach.
I suggested perhaps doing a similar project with my congregation. I wonder how much we could increase our mission-giving if I’d take a pie once in a while? It could be the solution to the mission funding crisis of the American Baptist Churches. Not just me taking a pie in the face, but all the pastors of all of our denomination’s churches.
Like the dunk tank picture, there’s just something about a “moment of splat” that causes people to give.
Go figure. Excuse me while I lick my fingers.

Posted July 9, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. July 4, 2009

“Life Summations”

The past couple of weeks have included several deaths of celebrities. Farah Fawcett . . . Michael Jackson . . . Steve McNair . . . the headlines have focused on the tragedies and the details.

Farah Fawcett will be remembered for “Charlie’s Angels” and a poster. The poster, which I admit I bought one of in 1976, sold 12 million copies.

Michael Jackson will be remembered for being “the King of Pop,” and exhibiting strange behavior from time to time.

Steve McNair will be remembered for taking his Tennessee Titans football team to the Super Bowl, but also for being shot to death by his girlfriend as he was sleeping.

The story of our life, no matter who we are, gets summarized by people in a few words or a couple of mental images. The funeral and “the wake” may include much more – the retelling of stories, flattering oratory, and accomplishments and achievements – but afterwards people will compact all the things that have been shared into just a few words.

It causes one to pause and consider what message is being spoken by our life. I ask myself, if people only had space in their mental memories of me for five words, what would they narrow it down to? It makes me think of the woman whose husband passed away and she wrote a three page obituary about him to go into the paper. When the person in charge of the obituaries told her that the newspaper charged on a per word basis, the widow was taken aback by the astronomical amount her late husband’s tribute would cost. She thought about it for a while, stood at the counter making corrections and subtractions, and finally after a long time she handed the obituary back to the employee. The tribute had been substantially altered. Now it simply read: “Fred dead. Corvette for sale.”

Our lives get summarized in a few brief words. What we’ve invested in, or been consumed with, is what will stand out . . . or stain . . . the picture of our lives. It’s a sobering thought in a lot of ways, but it’s sobering in that we too infrequently think about what is going on in our life. We tend to be people who live for the moment instead of wise for the whole journey. (I thought about this after being persuaded by my two daughters and son-in-law to ride something called “Top Thrill Dragster,” a 17-second experience of insanity, at Cedar Point Amusement Park in Sandusky, Ohio. I bowed to their pressure and gave no heed to the warning signs at the entrance to the ride about not riding it if you had heart problems, were pregnant, were afraid of heights, had a fear of death, got nosebleeds, bladder control problems, had eaten in the last two days, etc.)

I’ve recently come across a song by Trace Adkins entitled “All I Ask for Anymore.” The chorus in the song says: “But when I bow my head tonight, there will be no me, myself and I. Just watch my wife and kids please, Lord. That’s all I ask for anymore.” As we become wiser for the journey, I’m convinced that we realize more and more that our life is about God and others instead of what feels good at the moment for me, myself, and I.

If the summary of 80% of our life would be the five words, “me, myself, and I,” that would be a tragedy.

Lord, help us not to make it the reality!

Posted June 24, 2009 by wordsfromww
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WORDS FROM W.W. June 23, 2009
“Sometimes the Student, Sometimes the Teacher, Always The Learner”

Recently I was at a camp for basketball officials. We don’t stand around a campfire late at night singing “Kum Ba Yah”, but we also don’t have to eat camp food. This camp is about learning what to do to elevate your basketball officiating. (One of the instructors reads my blog each week…and he’s Methodist! According to a line in the film A River Runs Through It, a Methodist is just a Baptist who can read!)
At this camp I’m able to hear some focused critiquing of how I officiate certain situations in a basketball game; how to not get myself into a fix; what coaches look for in terms of consistency in officials; what the different philosophies of officiating are, and on and on and on.
I’m a student in these situations as I edge towards being a senior official.
But I also find that I am now increasingly a teacher! As I head towards my tenth season of blowing whistle I find the number of times that I am with someone who is less experienced being more than the times I am with someone with more experience. It occurred to me at the camp that many of the things that I have been taught I’m now teaching newer officials.
It’s not a heady moment. It is rather a moment of awakening. I’ve crossed, ever so slightly, to the side of teacher.
It’s something very few of us think about. Who knows when the transition happened? It’s not as obvious as crossing the state line and being welcomed to Kansas. It just suddenly hits you that it’s happened.
And then you recognize that this transition carries with it new responsibilities. People look to you for guidance. They look to you for a word of clarification or instruction. They look…up to you! Being a teacher or a mentor can’t be shrugged off as an every other Saturday occupation, or even something I am when I feel like it! It’s an opportunity that is.
In some situations I am a student, and some situations I am a teacher, but I am always the learner. There is no point this side of glory where “I have arrived”. I am always learning.
From my point of view, a lot of people stop learning at some point in their life, but also they no longer seek to be a student nor a teacher. They enter and become accustomed to a sort of living lukewarmness that just is. Life no longer fascinates them. I believe that is one of the greatest tragedies, equal to someone having the resources to help another in need but avoiding it with committed apathy. When someone becomes a “drop-out of learning”, there life becomes a wasteland of nothingness.
Still a student; still a teacher; always the learner.