Then the LORD God said, 'it is not good that the man should be alone.'" Genesis 4:18
Monday, April 28, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I lift. I run. But Wii kicked me where it counts and my shoulder has ached all day.
Friday, April 18, 2008
- How to be a husband. I'm often not aware of how my actions affect (negatively) my wife and the other people around me. When I'm focused, I'm focused. But that can mean I leave someone with a less dominant personality standing by the side holding my coat. No fair. Here's a list I came across several years that inspired me to be a better husband.
- How to plan. Not doing it right creates chaos. For instance, this week my wife's tire blew as she was pulling out of the driveway on her way with the boys to Atlanta. I didn't plan the tire rotation properly, thus creating conditions for said blow out. (see above thing I'm learning). Note to self: have the oil changed at a place that also does tire rotations. I've been using these guys, and they don't. Regardless, thank God for Fix-a-Flat! The stuff is a miracle.
- How to think of others and remember what's important to them. It's an expression of caring.
- How to pray. Henri Nouwen says we learn to pray by praying. I've been doing that as plainly as I can lately. That's meant a decrease in the amount of flowery language and emotional content of my prayers. It seems in low-church world, flowery language and emotional-laden speech often qualifies as "good" prayer. Now I happen to like flowery language and emotionally laden speech--I feel warm and fuzzy afterwards. It's just that I've often left prayer times wondering why (a) we did all the talking and (b) we told God a bunch of stuff he already knows. Maybe the flowery language and emotional speech will be replaced in time, maybe it won't. For now, I'm okay with honesty, sincerity and plain speech. And regardless, I know I am connecting at a deeper level with God. This is how Jean-Nicholas Grou (b. 1730) describes it in his excellent book How to Pray:
In this matter people generally treat God as though he were a man, and believe that he cannot understand a prayer unless every detail of its requests is explained to him. They prepare carefully their intention, have special formulas for each act of prayer, mention individuals by name and imagine that if the least detail escapes their memory God cannot supply it. O souls of little faith and little knowledge of God, your intentions have reached him before you have opened your mouth; no sooner are they in your heart than he sees them, and why must you torment yourselves by explaining them to him? You desire every spiritual blessing both for yourselves and for those whom you love; how should he who inspired these desires not know that you have them?"
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
For instance, one night ago this was Corban's (gently sleeping baby pictured above) schedule:
12:30AM - Daddy goes to bed after checking email. Baby whimpers as Daddy walks past his door. Daddy goes in and cuddles baby, softly stroking his cheek and thinking how beautiful it is to be a parent and how right things are with the world. Daddy lays down to his own precious slumber thinking beautiful thoughts, thanking God for this gift of children.
1:00AM - Baby whimpers again, breaking into a soft cry. Daddy, having just drifted off, awakes with a start, but happily calls to mind those 30 minute old memories and warmly replaces the missing binky that was the genesis of his progeny's cries. Daddy drifts off to sleep again.
1:30AM - More crying. This time louder. Daddy, not quite as happily comforts baby, laying down praying that baby goes to sleep, not so sure God was doing him any favors.
2:00AM - Crying continues. Daddy, by now in a sleep induced fog, begs (yes, begs) baby to go to sleep. Bylaws in the Babies Workers Union require baby to ignore this request. By way of divine assistance, offers to go to Africa as a missionary if God will grant sleep to his infant. This too is rebuffed by Providence.
2:somethingorotherAM - More crying. Daddy nudges mommy. Mommy repeats above cycle as obliged by amendments in Babies Workers Union bylaws.
Repeat cycle through rest of the night.
7:00AM (or shortly thereafter) - Big brother jumps in bed with Mommy and Daddy saying "get up daddy, I'm hungry! Bylaws in the Little Boys Workers Union require this request.
The rest of the day - stumbling through in a fog of exhaustion, wiping spit-up and throw-up (yes, baby was sick) off various surfaces of the house.
This, this is what it means to be a parent.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
From The Book of Common Prayer
Almighty and most merciful Father; We have erred, and strayed from your ways like lost sheep.
We have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts.
We have offended against your holy laws.
We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us.
But you, O Lord, have mercy upon us, miserable offenders. Spare them, O God, who confess their faults. Restore those that are penitent; According to your promises declared unto mankind in Christ Jesus our Lord.
And grant, O most merciful Father, for his sake; That we might live a godly, righteous, and wise life, To the glory of your holy Name.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Herb Peterson, inventor of the Egg McMuffin died last week at the age of 89. His motivation for creating it? Eggs Benedict. Don't know about you, but I don't exactly see (or taste) the link. I do love me some Egg McMuffin though, in spite of the fact I feel slightly nauseous after eating there.
Google--a company who has "don't be evil" as one of their core values, is living up that by providing free voicemail for the homeless. San Francisco is their pilot city. If it catches on, they'll expand it around the country. Article here.
This is Virginia in the Spring. It's really an amazing experience to see. The trees are barren now, and then almost overnight they blossom into a carpet of green. It reminds me of the Old Testament prophet Isaiah who talked about the wilderness blooming as a sign that God hadn't forgotten them. I'll post the blossomed pic in a few weeks after the "show."