Monday, January 30, 2012

The Right Tool

                I don’t like fixing things. Not because I'm incapable, but because it never goes according to plan. The instructions always seem so clear at first. 1) Remove from package. 2) Attach widget. 3) Mount with included hardware. They even have some nice diagrams to go with it.

                Usually, my problem is that I never seem to have the exact tool I need to get the job done. I am slowly filling my tool chest with tools, but I still find myself saying "If I just had that tool, it would make this so much easier". My wife hates this. She thinks I'm just complaining, and wanting to spend money at Sears. She's probably thinking "My dad could do it in half the time with a pocketknife and a stick of gum" I seriously think her dad is actually MacGyver.

                The truth is, the reason 'Dad' is so much more capable than 'Husband', is that Dad has 25 years more tools than I do (Yes, tools are measured in time, not quantity). He also has 25 years more experience using those tools. Tool wisdom, I guess you could call it.

                Its great to have the tool you need, because when you need it, you really need it. It's even more great to know how to use it. You need both to get the job done.

 

 For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.

Hebrews 4:12 ESV

 

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom; 
   all those who practice it have a good understanding. 
   His praise endures forever!

Psalm 111:10 ESV

 

 

 

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Failure

                I have tried hard to keep this blog as positive as possible, since I tend to be cynical enough in person. There is far too much complaining on the internet for me, I for one get tired of everyone voicing their complaint, in an attempt to legitimize it, I suppose. With that being said, here comes my rant. It's going to be long, but you'll have to learn to deal. [After finishing: it's only 3 pages, you'll spend longer on Facebook today than it will take to read this]

                Christians have failed, and we have failed most spectacularly. I cannot possibly imagine how we could have gone more wrong. I'm not talking about our theology, our devotion, our passion, our zeal, our evangelism, our eschatology, our ecumenism, our philosophy, our Christology, or our hairstyles. I'm talking about our education. We have simply, (and horrifically) failed at educating a generation (actually at least 3, but I'll get there) of believers. Not sort of, not kind of, not mostly. Completely.

                But, we have Sunday schools for our children, right? They learn all about Noah and the flood. They make cute "Empty Tomb" cookies at Easter, and they even put on a very nice Christmas program. That's education, right? I mean, it's not that complex, the Bible even says it's not difficult to understand; even the youngest children get it. You send your kiddos to Sunday School, and by the time they're 12 or so, you bring them into worship with you, and that it. They are educated. What more do they need to know?

How have we failed?

                I find modern internet culture hilarious, not in the sense that the culture is amusing to me, I mean that the humor resonates with me. I am part of that culture, I understand it. I get the jokes, I know the culture references. One site I visit frequently is reddit.com. It's basically a social site, with about 10 billion subsections. I stick to the news, gaming, and humor sections. There are other sections that are not so innocent (what a surprise, it’s the internet), but they are easy to avoid. They even have a Christianity group. They also have a very active atheism group, one of the largest groups on the site (and the site is one of the largest on the internet). As I type this, the group has 428,439 members. I visit it fairly often, and every time I do, I'm left with an overwhelming sadness. Partially for those half a million people who don’t know a loving God, but mostly for Christians today. Most of the atheists there are college educated; many with graduate degrees. They have had decades of training in philosophy and humanism. They continually mock Christians, who are perceived as ignorant, and sometimes stupid. This is to be somewhat expected, we do not share the same worldview. But many times, what I witness is Christians being unable to defend even simple questions about their faith. The one I see most often is "If God loves everyone, why would he send anyone to hell?". I've seen it dozens of times, these atheists relate their stories about the dumb Christians they meet. They ask these questions because they know the Christian won't know how to answer, and they hope that they will be left questioning their faith. There are thousands more examples.

                We have not prepared ourselves to defend our own beliefs. We are unable to answer the simplest of questions. Why? Because we thought singing "I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N" and putting on a Nativity was education enough. We failed ourselves.

Why have we failed?

                To put it simply, we got comfortable. We got used to having a basic, rudimentary knowledge of Christianity, and the culture around us holding to the modern 'Christian morality'. Life was easy. We left the defense of the faith to those in far off places, and to those who devoted their lives to theology. We invented the word 'Theologian', so we could claim understanding Scripture was only for the academic elite.

                Modern Sunday school was never intended to teach Scripture in the first place. It was a lay-movement in the 18th century, an attempt to educate the poor children in England who, instead of going to school, worked 6 days a week from a very early age. Sunday schools began to develop to use the resources of the church, and the laymen of the church, to give these poor children a basic education. Not a basic Christian education. I'm talking about reading, writing, history, math, etc. It was never intended to bring up strong Christians.

What's the solution?

                There is a movement in the modern church (and I think its great), to try and be as much like the 1st century church as possible. The church of the apostles. I would argue that's not really possible. We don’t have any of the 12 (11, really) apostles left, so we cannot replicate the church that they were a part of. What we can replicate is the 2nd century church. That is the church that the apostles left behind, after they had given all the teaching that they were able. We have that teaching, so we can be that church. So, the question is, how did they see education?

                I'll just tell you (quickly) how their church operated. Every member was an evangelist. They all proclaimed God's Word to those around them. They met on the first day of the week to worship the Lord. It went like this:

                There would be an evangelistic message (sermon), where everyone (Believers, non-believers, etc) was invited to listen. After that, the non-believers exited, and the believers had a worship service. They would sing hymns of praise and have prayer. After the worship, those baptized believers who had not completed their education would be asked to leave, and the Catechized (formally educated) believers would partake in the Lords supper. [Catechesis was a formal education program in the church, lasting several years, where the baptized (adult) believers would be taught the essentials of the faith].

                Why do we think this is such a bad idea? Why are we so averse to educating believers? The education believers received during their Catechesis would be equivalent to an undergraduate degree in theology/Bible studies. And now that’s to be regarded as 'above and beyond'? Rubbish.

                The United States Marine Corps holds to a standard. That standard is "Every Marine a Rifleman". Other branches of service do not require every member to be proficient in the use of a firearm. The Marine Corps does. Why? Because it is the most basic skill that is required to defend the country in warfare.  Therefore; I propose the following: "Every Christian a Theologian" How are we to defend our faith without it, how can we evangelize with a grade-school understanding? We can't.

Addendum:

                This is not to say that education is the only thing we should focus ourselves on. There are may wonderful things the church has done, both inside and outside its walls. I only stand in opposition to the notion that formal Christian education is somehow an antiquated, useless thing and our time would be better spent in social gatherings and chats about our feelings. While I don’t reject the merit of such things, they are in fact very beneficial, they DO NOT serve as replacement for the education of the church as a whole.

               

 

 

Monday, January 23, 2012

Trustworthy

A few years ago, I got involved with this certain project at work. We were in the process of designing a very large machine, the largest of its kind in the world, in fact. For those that care (probably none of you), it was a 2-crank hot mill crop shear. The machine was going to weigh almost a million pounds, not counting all the extra bits that went along with it. To build something that big, you need some special tools. That was where I came in.

I was tasked with designing a lifting beam (for the layman, a picker-upper thing), for a very large part of the machine, weighing 375,000 pounds (roughly 110 mid-sized cars). It was a fairly simple task, design wise. I was absolutely sure that my design was good, and it was checked by other engineer, which is SOP. I was in the shop the day they put it to the test.

While going through the design, it was always in the back of my mind that the lives of several men would depend on me being correct. That thought jumped to the front of my mind as they lifted the huge assembly off the ground, and overhead to be inserted into the shear. I watched as the men worked around it, completely trusting that the beam would hold, never questioning that it could fail. My heart raced as I watched everything unfold from a distance.

That day changed me. Having someone's life in your hands, and them not even being aware of it, is an incredibly humbling experience.  Those men working on that machine put their complete trust in a flawed, fallible man. I make mistakes, it happens every day. And by God's grace I didn’t make a mistake that day. They stood under that weight with no second thoughts, it was their job and they did it.

Why is it so hard for us to trust God, who never makes mistakes?

Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and will not be afraid; for the LORD GOD is my strength and my song, and he has become my salvation.

Isaiah 12:2 ESV

 


Friday, January 20, 2012

Discernment

I have had a very difficult time the past year, trying to figure out what God would have for my life. Not in the sense of the direction that my personal life would take; instead, how He would call me to be His servant. I have struggled with my own pride, my own feelings about what should be done. I have prayed, and prayed again. I heard nothing, silence. All I knew is that I had to do something.

This is a terrible position to be in. I had everyone around advising me differently, and I had no idea what I should do. Then, yesterday, I realized something. God never said, "Wait until I give you the all-clear", and I was never told to be still. He has given me, through His spirit, the "mind of Christ", not that I should know the thoughts of God, but that I would be able to do His will. All I am called to be is obedient to His commands. Anything beyond that, and I am to use the gifts he has given me to do His work in this world.

When we truly know someone, we are able to discern their desires for us without them speaking to us. In the last 10 years, I have gotten to know my wife pretty well. I know what is expected of me, and she knows what's expected of her. I may get it wrong sometimes, but for the most part, I know her. I know at what point she thinks the trash needs taken out, or the floor swept, or whatever.

In the same way, we are to use the Spirit that dwells in us to guide us. We shouldn’t expect direct instruction, or clear, definite guidance. 

All I can do is be obedient to Him.

 

For who has understood the mind of the Lord so as to instruct him?” But we have the mind of Christ.

1 Corinthians 2:16 ESV

 

 

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Organization

I'm not the most organized person, I can admit that. I'm not a disorganized person either. I feel like I fall in a weird, grey area that isn't very well defined. Mostly, I'm a 'deal with it later'-person. I like to keep my desk organized, I like things having a certain place. I like having labeled, tabbed folders. I like organizational widgets. What I don’t like to do is take the time to use them. Because I am so delinquent with keeping up with my organization, once a week or so I just end up taking 15 minutes and clearing/organizing everything.

 

I have to do this or I can't find what's important. What I'm working on gets lost in the mess of old scrap paper and things that should have gone in the shredder long ago. Stuff that just gets in my way, slows me down, distracts me. I have to clean it all up, get rid of what slows me down, or I'll never be productive.

 

 

As for what was sown among thorns, this is the one who hears the word, but the cares of the world and the deceitfulness of riches choke the word, and it proves unfruitful.  As for what was sown on good soil, this is the one who hears the word and understands it. He indeed bears fruit and yields, in one case a hundredfold, in another sixty, and in another thirty.

Matthew 13:22-23 ESV


Friday, January 13, 2012

Junk Food

For the past few months, I have been making an attempt to change some bad habits. I have been eating healthier, and exercising a few mornings a week before work. I hate sweating first thing in the morning, it is absolutly terrible. I cannot imagine an activity I despise more than that. But I do feel better on the days that I work out. The eating healthy has been much easier. I was never much into lots of meat anyway, so limiting myself to one meat per day isn't that difficult. I love vegetables too, so that’s easy as well. My problem has always been that perfectly cooked, fresh vegetables aren't in a bag in the cupboard. That’s where the potato chips live, and they are easier to get to than the things that are much better for me.

 

This morning I could have made myself a good breakfast, I certainly had time. Or even a bagel or something, that would have been good too. But I didn’t. I just went to work.

 

I poured a cup of coffee. Out of the corner of my eye I see a orange and white box. I turn. "Oooh, donuts". I grab a crème-filled one. I gently walk it back to my desk. I sit down and think, "I probably shouldn't eat this, not because its soooo bad, but because there's nothing good in it." I reach in my drawer a pull out my multivitamin bottle. I take one every day, but today the irony was thicker than usual.

 

We consistently seek out the cheapest, easiest things to feed ourselves with, and in doing so, we are left unfulfilled. We have thousands of pages of the bread of God's Word at our fingertips and we continually choose the Tasty-cakes and donuts. R.C. Sproul said "Our culture is embedded in proud mediocrity; junk art, junk music, junk thinking, and we've accommodated it with junk church"

 

 

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Not at Home

I had the pleasure/displeasure of a work trip to Hamilton, Ontario earlier this week. I really don’t mind traveling, in fact I enjoy it. What I don’t like is traveling to Canada, in January. I really wish Puerto Rico had a booming steel industry.

Being in another country is strange, especially when it's one as similar to my own.  There is this continual feeling that you are not at home. Sometimes you barely notice that you're not in the US anymore, somehow it's just not the same. Simple things that remind you that you're not at home. The street signs are a different color, and in a different font. The road lines are painted slightly different, and of course the prolific use of metric (which confused me at first, when I turned on the weather channel in the hotel, and they informed me the high temperature for tomorrow was -2°) It's not anything that I wouldn’t get used to, but you're constantly reminded that home is several hundred miles away, and the only thing that can get you back is the little blue book in your pocket with the gold embossed eagle.

But I had a job to do, responsibility to fulfill. And although I wanted to pick up and head home when I was tired, I couldn't, because I knew I had to stay until my job was done. I could have told the customer, "I'm sorry, I can't stay a minute longer", and they would have smiled, shook my hand, and let me leave. But I still wouldn’t have fulfilled what was asked of me. I needed to stay until the job was done, and I wasn’t sure how long that would take.

Eventually I finished my work and drove home. That’s the end to my story, but not really, because by now I hope you have realized that I'm not talking about working at a steel plant in Ontario.

For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

2 Corinthians 5:1 ESV

 

 


Friday, January 6, 2012

Missing You

I was getting ready to put my daughter to sleep last night, just like I always do. Hallway lights on, room lights off. Crib blanket laid out nicely so when I lay her down its within easy reach. Rocking chair in the right position. Noise-machine on 'Waterfall'. Everything was ready. As I was walking out of the room, I noticed something. It was the blanket I used 11 months ago, in the hospital, the night she was born. Jackie bought it when she found out she was having a girl, and we brought it to the hospital with us. It is a pink cotton blanket with little elephants vacationing in Paris on one side, very girly without being 'baby' (Jackie and I never liked babyish things, you know, baby Mickey Mouse, Whinnie-the-Pooh, etc).

I stopped and picked it up. I held it and remembered what it was like to hold my daughter as a newborn, and how in just a few minutes I would be putting the same little girl to sleep. I missed her so tiny, so delicate, so …new. But I realized I also missed her right then, even though she was only downstairs. It wasn’t that I missed her because she wasn’t around, I missed her because I knew, soon, that she would be different, and I would be missing that little girl crawling around downstairs.

I've had more than a few people ask me if we are going to have more children. I don’t know. I don’t know how anyone can truly answer that question. They always ask 'Well, don’t you miss having a tiny little baby?' Of course I do, but not because it’s a tiny baby, I miss those times with my daughter. If I had another, I would end up missing those times just the same.

 


Thursday, January 5, 2012

Yield

No matter who you are or what you do, we always end up experiencing the world around us by relating it to things we know. I'm no different. The only problem is that the things I know are incredibly boring to most people. But you're going to hear about it now, anyway. If you're bored, just keep reading, I promise, you wont die. You might even learn something. I will have to preface this with a long, scienc-y introduction. Every material has what is known as its Modulus of Elasticity (or Young's Modulus). It describes how the material deforms when it is subjected to some sort of stress. This deformation is known as elastic deformation because the material isn't changed at all. Imagine pulling on a rubber band. You can stretch the rubber band out, and it changes shape, put when you let go, it goes right back to its original shape. Every material reacts differently (obviously). Even strong materials deform some, for example , if I were to stand on a 1" block of steel, that block would… 1"x1" = 1 in^2 180 lbf / 1 in^2 = 180 psi 180 psi / 30x10^6 psi [modulus of steel] = .000006" …get .00006" shorter. (That's about 100 times smaller than a human hair.) But when I stepped off, it would go right back to being 1" tall. Here's where it gets fun. If I ate a bunch of pizza and ice cream, and gained about 40,000 pounds, then stepped on that block again, it wouldn’t go back. All that weight was just more than that little block could take, and my fat self squished it. Permanently. That point, where it just can't take anymore, is known as its yield point. As much as we like to deny it, we work in the same way. We want to allow God to work in us, to mold us and shape us, but when the pressure is off, we bounce right back to where we were before. It hurts to have all that pressure on us, so we only allow God to push a little bit, so we don’t really have to change. But, if you want real change, you have to allow yourself to be pushed past your yield, to allow yourself to be shaped, into something different than you were before. 8 But now, O LORD, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. Isaiah 64:8 English Standard Version (ESV) Note: You should be grateful this ended here; I could have extended the metaphor much, much further. For a more detailed description, ask me or see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yield_(engineering) (Wiki is available 24 hours a day, I am not.)

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Information "Under"-load

I love my job, I really do. I love the problem solving, I love learning something new every day. I love being surrounded by people who all have their own unique specialty, and they are always willing to teach you something. Very rarely do I leave in the evening and say, "I really don’t like doing this.", but (you knew that 'but' was coming), it does have its annoyances.

One of them is having to try and do something without having all the information you need. I understand that sometimes it's just not available, the information doesn’t exist, that doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is when I know someone, somewhere in the world, has the information I need, and I can't find. Here is what I should do when that happens:

1) Call someone who knows more than me.

2) Ask questions.

3) Use all my resources to hunt down the information

4) Use the information to make an intelligent decision.

Here's what I actually do.

1) Think.

2) Think more.

3) Wallow in misery.

4) Guess.

5) Pretend I have the answer

6) Hope I was right / No one finds out

I think we all do this, at some level, in our own lives. We know that we don’t have the answers, but we don’t search out the right answer, or more information so we can make a good decision. Sometimes the reason is pride, sometimes it is ignorance, or maybe selfishness, but whatever the reason, we seem to continually ignore the information that is so readily available to us, and instead we just pretend we know best.

We think that God's Word is unreachable, unknowable, confusing, or just plain difficult. Guess what, it is. It’s the hardest thing I have ever done to try and understand and follow it. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try, that doesn’t mean I should just throw my hands in the air and say "I don’t know, so I'll do what I want!"

What we should do is sit down, take the time, and learn something. Let's go back to my first list.

1) Call someone who knows more than me.

If I need to know something, the first source I should consult is the Bible. It’s a 3 inch thick book without a good index, I know. But what you need is in there, trust me.

If I can't find it myself, there are a lots of people I can talk to that know much more than I do. I ask them what they think.

2) Ask questions.

If you're not sure about something, ask, it's just that easy.

3) Use all my resources to hunt down the information

There is almost certainly someone who has had your question before, and they probably found an answer, find them, ask them. They may have even written a book, read it.

4) Use the information to make an intelligent decision.

I should add, use all the information. Never nit-pick data, it never works out good. If you find something you don’t like, figure out why you don’t like it. Never ignore it.

Deuteronomy 4:29

English Standard Version (ESV)

29 But from there you will seek the LORD your God and you will find him, if you search after him with all your heart and with all your soul.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Snow on the Brain

Snow is weird stuff.

It can either be the most aggravating substance on the planet, when you have to scrape 8 inches of the stuff off your car at 10:45 pm in 15° weather after a long (and I mean very long) day of classes, ask me how I know.

Or, it can be the most wonderful, beautiful thing. Have you ever noticed how quiet it is when there is snow on the ground? Its eerily quiet, like in a movie, when it gets all quiet so you know the main character is deep in thought, that kind of quiet. The world still goes on as usual, but in a muffeled, hushed tone that says, "Shhhh, its snowing!"

Its times like this I really need to learn how to appreciate. I so often find my mind thinking about the future, usually whats for dinner. I think about what needs done at home tonite, what I want to do this weekend, what I need to get next time I'm at Walmart. What I really need is some snow on the brain, to let all of that exist, but let it fade into background noise.

10 “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, 11 so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.

Isaiah 55:10-11

English Standard Version (ESV)

"Call me Ishmael"

So, I thought I would give this a try. Being 5 years late to the party seems to be my M.O. anyway. I mean, I didn’t start watching House until 2008, and just found out about Arrested Development last year, so I guess 2012 should be the year for blogging, right?

I'm still not sure why I'm doing this; I'd like to think I'm being altruistic, but in reality I probably need someplace to vent, and what better place than the internet for that, right? This may be more of an online diary (that no one reads), than some useful informational blog, but that's ok.

Anyway, the title. I suppose the first post would be a good place to explain it. Instead of being original, its part of a song I like. From a band I like. It goes something like this.

Oh Lord, I want to lay down

So that You'll pick me up

I've been defined by being found

By Your perfect love

And so I'll pick up my cross

And follow hard after You

Your grace is more than enough

Please, help me get through

And teach me to die

That You might live and reign inside

This heart of mine is Yours to keep

And Yours to define

Oh Lord, I accept this gift

Of grace you offer me

Jesus, I'll keep my eyes on You

Please lead me

And teach me to die

That You might live and reign inside

This heart of mine is Yours to keep

And Yours to define

I don’t needs signs, only You

I don’t need wonders, only You

I don’t need miracles, only You

I don’t need anything but You

And teach me to die

That You might live and reign inside

This heart of mine is Yours to keep

And Yours to define

Define

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