Saturday, June 30, 2012

Greener Grasses of Hot Weather and No Air Conditioning

Alas, my air conditioner decided to quit working in triple degree weather and yet I am choosing to be thankful. My main reason for starting this blog was to recognize that I have a pretty sweet life in spite of troubles, difficulties or air conditioners breaking. So frequently I complain about my circumstances and I did my fair share of complaining yesterday but in reality I can look all around me and point out people who have it far worse than I do. Here is today’s list of why my grass is greener:
-My air conditioner will be fixed soon.
-My landlord will foot the bill for said air conditioner being repaired.
-I have a fan.
-I have shelter blocking out the scorching heat of the sun.
-I have cold water.
-I can go to other places with air conditioning.
-My friends living abroad in similar or hotter climates do not have the luxury of air conditioning.  I can pray for them to endure.
-I am not in the military in desert heat in full uniform.
One of my friends living abroad told me of a believer who was imprisoned because of his faith. As punishment, he was put in a cell in a very hot climate with the backs of several ac units blowing heat on him. Interestingly enough at night, rather than sleeping, he sang praises to God.  
I have no reasons to complain. May we all take a lesson from our brother and praise God in our difficulties no matter how small or great.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Greener Grasses of 'It's not about me'

I recently came across the book Messenger by Lois Lowry. The book describes a place called Village where broken people live. Disfigured, blind, abused describe many of those who live in Village. The vision of Village is to take care of and look out for each other and warmly welcome any newcomers into the community. The village is to serve one another, share resources and nurse newcomers back to health. In the past the villagers excelled in these things but shortly into the book there is an awareness that all is not as it should be. Some villagers are voicing their opinion that Village’s borders should close to all newcomers arguing that food supplies are dwindling. The main character Matty and the man called Seer discuss and try to figure out why the village feels so ominous and why it seems to be changing for the worse. 
There had been a petition - signed by a substantial number of people - to close Village to outsiders. There would have to be a debate, a vote. It had happened before, such a petition. 

"We voted it down just a year ago,” the blind man reminded Matty when the message had been read to him. “There must be a stronger movement now.” 

“There are still plenty of fish,” Matty pointed out, “and the fields are full of crops.” 

The blind man crumpled the message and dropped it into the fire. “It’s not the fish or crops,” he said. “They’ll use that, of course.
They argued dwindling food supply last time. It’s...”  “Not enough housing?”
“More than that.   can’t think of the word for it. Selfishness, I guess. It’s creeping in.” Matty was startled. Village had been created out of the opposite: selflessness. He knew that from his studies and from hearing the history. Everyone did.  (p.33-34)
The reader eventually learns that the villagers calling for closing the borders have been participating in a thing called Trade Mart. At Trade Mart, one villager trades his ‘deepest self’ in exchange for improved physical appearance, a mother trades the health of her children for the entertainment of a ‘Gaming Machine,' while another lady trades her generosity for ease of life provided by a sewing machine. The community became inward focused rather than outward focused, trading selflessness for selfishness. Through this change, a break down or destruction of the society ensues.  
This story resonated deeply with me. I see in my own life how I overlook the needs of others because I am so focused on myself. My worst days are typically days where I am the center of my world drowning in self-pity or a right of entitlement. The most fulfilling days have been days of serving others.  

I also see how my country is slowly falling to pieces. Extra resources are not spent helping those in need but rather they are wasted on addictions to pleasure, entertainment, bigger houses, newer cars, new toys, technology, etc. The focus on self acquiring stuff does not provide the satisfaction it advertises. We thirst for bigger, newer, more pleasurable things. Americans can’t care for the orphans and widows and those living in poverty in their cities because money must be spent on a new and better (insert unnecessary item here). Elderly people desperately in need of companionship are left lonely because who has time to sit with someone after working and taking care of too-large homes, washing cars, and spending time on the me-centered website called Facebook.  
As I type this, I think I am guilty, I am guilty, I am guilty. My prayer is that God would continue to open my eyes to the greener grasses of selflessness and at the end of my life I will be able to wholeheartedly agree with what Jesus said in the book of John:
“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Whoever loves his life loses it, and whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.” -John 12:24-25 

Saturday, June 16, 2012

The Greener Grasses of Weaknesses

Today I bought a volleyball/badminton set. I pulled the gazillion pieces out of the boxes and with instructions in hand, I set out to put the net together. No matter how many times I read the directions and stared at the example picture, I could not get my net to come together correctly. After half an hour, my dad having finished what he was doing came to the rescue and had the thing put together in less than ten minutes. It didn’t match the picture, he didn’t follow the steps or diagrams but the net was up and usable. He instinctively knew what the net needed and quickly problem solved to make it work.  

We are all gifted differently and it is ok that I had a hard time today with the net assembly. If we were all good at the same thing, we would be a boring species. I was remembering earlier today about one time when my directionally challenged mom was visiting and ended up on the opposite side of town completely confused. I ended up coming to where she was and led her back to familiar territory. She was quite upset feeling like she couldn’t do anything right that day. I began to encourage her because she is simply gifted differently. I agreed that yes, I am gifted in navigation but my mom is gifted with people. She will speak to and smile at strangers. She is kind and compassionate to elderly adults. She drops what she is doing at any hour of the day if her phone rings. She serves my family, extended family, and her close friends valiantly. I am not gifted as a people person. Most days I would rather hide in a closet rather than speak to a stranger and some days I would like to omit conversations with my day to day acquaintances as well.  
Today I fumed about the difficulties I had in understanding the net assembly directions but as I reflect back, I’m thankful for my dad who is gifted in assembling things. I’m thankful that he can think outside the box and come up with a workable solution quickly. I’m thankful I have navigational skills to help my mom when she gets in a bind rather than having two people in a lost predicament. I’m thankful my mom lays her life down day after day for people including myself. I’m thankful for the greener grass of family life and communal friendships because we all have something unique to offer each other. My weaknesses are someone else’s strengths and today I embrace this truth.  

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Quality > Quantity

In recent years I was invited to a baby shower for a Taiwanese girl. Attendees were encouraged to purchase items easily transported via international flights as well as to purchase items made in the United States. The first request was easily attainable but the second was not. I searched many stores in my city and discovered that almost every baby item I looked at had a ‘Made in China’ tag. I only found 2 that were not made in China. They were made in Thailand and Taiwan.  

A few months later I read an article about a local lighting plant that was closing in spite of having been a top producing plant. In fact it had received ‘Best Plant’ and ‘Lean Manufacturing Company’ trophies just days before the news of closing. Every time the company asked them to lower production costs or streamline deliveries they succeeded. The European based company was relocating all of its American plants to Mexico and this plant was simply a piece in a bigger puzzle. Click here if you would like to read the article for yourself. 
These two events triggered some pondering. If more and more items are bearing the “Made in (Insert Country Name Here)” and at the same time more and more U.S. based plants are moving to (Insert Country Name Here) aren’t we shooting ourselves in the foot when we purchase foreign made goods? Sure the products are cheaper and foreign trade encourages competitive pricing but what will the long term effect be? It seems to be a vicious cycle. American based jobs are lost because large corporations can hire cheaper labor abroad. In turn those who have lost their jobs end up on tight incomes spending their limited resources purchasing cheap, foreign made goods in order to survive. (On a side note, quite frequently this “cheap” labor is actually slave labor, an issue that could use several blog postings to cover.  f you are curious as to how frequently you purchase items made by slaves in other countries, check this website out. I took the test and realized around 60% of the items I purchase regularly have been made/grown by slaves.)
Several weeks ago I purchased a second pair of pajama pants from Target. On the second pair I ordered one size larger because the first pair shrunk after the first time visiting the dryer and fit a little snug around my waist. To my disappointment, the new pants were an additional two inches around the waist and in each leg. Larger waists do not equal larger thighs, larger knees, and larger ankles but this is the evil nature of mass produced clothes. I started thinking again about this whole foreign, cheap, plastic, ‘Made in China’ movement. In essence we have traded quality for quantity. In years past, a person would go to a tailor or make their own clothes from a pattern. The pants, shirt, dress would be hand crafted specifically for the individual. Instead, we purchase cheaply made pants from cheap retail chains and end up with umpteen pairs of cheap, mediocre pants with a short lifespan rather than a few pair of quality, tailor-made, lasting pants.  
Unfortunately, I am beginning to see a pattern of trading quality for quantity. I see in my own life how frequently I choose the cheap, fast, processed, and often unhealthy foods over fruits, vegetables and whole grains. I know when I eat those more natural foods I feel much better but over and over again I choose the cheap, easy way.  

I see this unhealthy trade off in relationships. I often spend time keeping up with friends on Facebook rather than actually sitting down to a conversation with my friends in my current city. I send impersonal texts rather than having an actual conversation with someone. I send emails rather than taking time to write out a simple note to a friend. Indoor heating and cooling systems have driven people from the community of front porch living to the solitude of television watching couch potatoes.  
I also see a pattern in the dating culture around me. Many I know go from significant other to significant other treating dating with as much thought as shopping for a used car. When the person/car gets old, or a more attractive person/car comes along, the person moves right a long to the next new person/car. Commitment in relationships are minimal. Many couples move in together trading the quality of a lifetime commitment for a cheap imitation. Check out this enlightening article called ‘The Downside of Cohabiting Before Marriage’. The author points out that cohabiting seems like a step in a commitment direction but in reality it is often fueled by indecisiveness towards a commitment almost like a holding cell until the couple can decide. I also see individuals trading the safety and security of monogamous relationships for an abundance of sexual partners throughout their lifetime walking wounded from partner to new partner.  
My goal is not to condemn. I desperately want to renovate the way I think about the flippancy of how I spend my time, my money, my emotions and how I relate to those around me. I believe as a culture we have let the media and pop culture and ultimately our adversary dictate our lifestyles and like lemmings we never stop to think about where our path will lead us.  I want to stop and examine the path I am on, the path our culture is on and ask myself if this path will ultimately lead to an untimely death of sorts walking over the edge of a metaphorical cliff.   
Even worse than our purchasing, eating habits, and relationships, I see this same pattern in our cheap, American Christianity. In ministry, I struggle frequently with overcommitting myself to church related activities. I see a pattern of reaching a burn out stage every few years to the extent that in order to survive I must take a month long sabbatical to regain my sanity. I buy into the lie that busyness = worship. I try to do so many things and end up missing the bull’s eye.  
I see it in my private worship times. I read recently about a man who closed himself up in his ‘closet‘ after every meal and labored in prayer for his family and neighbors. I can’t remember the last time I labored in prayer for anything. On good days, I spend about 10 minutes in prayer, 5 minutes of Bible reading, and 10 minutes of scripture memorization before I rush off into my busy day. Meditation on the Word happens rarely. Sabbath days to rest and be saturated in Jesus are few and far between.        
Lastly, I see it in this nation exporting a cheap gospel. Jesus said we would have trouble in this world because we follow him. Jesus told us to take up our cross daily in order to follow Him. To follow Him means we may be killed and our blood used to bring others to the cross. The sad reality is that in America most so-called Christians will not even inconvenient themselves enough to grace the doors of a church or open their Bible much less lay their life down for those with no access to the gospel. Quite often in American churches, attendance numbers are exalted. We equate a large, growing, busy church as a healthy, vibrant church. During His lifetime, Jesus focused much more heavily not on the masses but on the twelve. His 3 year investment in those 12 men multiplied over centuries, continents and we benefit from this ripple effect that is still rippling.  (Suggested Reading:  The Master Plan of Evangelism by Robert Coleman)  I want to follow Jesus in every aspect and this includes foregoing the masses, numbers, quantities and investing in quality time with a few people who will in turn follow Him and be willing to lay their lives down.
My prayer of late has been that I would figure out how to simplify and be most efficient/effective with my life. I only get one chance to live this life, to impact eternity. I don’t want to be distracted by mediocrity, by large quantities, by busyness, by cheap imitations. I yearn for simplicity, quality, and to take full advantage of the handful of days I have left on this earth.  I want my one dart to hit the bull’s eye rather than having darts all over the board. I want my life, my decisions to be fruitful, wise, and beneficial. I don’t want to reach the end of my life and realize I wasted much of it on unhealthy choices, checked Facebook far too often, neglected precious time with my family and close friends, bought too much plastic crap, failed to invest my life in a few leaving the only lasting thing I can behind. I long to have a quality life and I am at a point where I am ready to say no the cheap quantities offered me. 

"Some men die by bullets, 

 some men die by flames,
 but most men die crawling inch by inch
 playing silly little games." -Unknown

"It would see that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased."  -C.S. Lewis