Andrew Haak
* Daddy & Husband & Christ Follower *
Youth & Young Adults Pastor
Arnold Community Church
Abbotsford, BC
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Sometimes you don't find what you want, but what you need.
First week back in the office after our sabbatical, I'm preparing a sermon for this Sunday. As I flip through books, listen to sermons, and reflect on God's Word, I have discovered two phrases of truth and comfort that speak into my soul's season of grief. They don't fit with the direction my sermon is taking, but meet me where I'm at.
Grieving is like exercise for the soul.~ Shane Hipps (sermon, April 16, 2006)
I am conviced that when we bring our griefs and sorrows within the story of God's own grief and sorrow, and allow them to be held there, God is able to bring healing to us and new possibilties to our lives. That is, of course, what Good Friday and Easter are all about.~ NT Wright Christians at the Cross (pg xv)
G&P
- Andrew
| 2nd Birthday, February 16th 2009 |
Another year further, another year closer.
I don't often write to Josiah, but this is just how my words were coming tonight.
Josiah ...
... we miss you.
Through crying eyes I remember our happiness and the joy you were in our lives. Glimpses of you live on in your sister; we have begun to see you in her face. We tell her about you often. You would have been so proud of her, you would have been a great older brother. Though I know the waiting is good and right, I can't wait for you to meet her one day.
Your birthday has come quietly this year, though we can feel the sorrow and angst deep in our souls. It's hard to be grateful when milestones such as these hurt more than they heal. I wish that I could honor you with happiness today, but I can only give you tears.
I can't believe this is your third birthday without you with us. Three birthdays in heaven, two on earth.
Stopping to remember feels like saying good-bye all over again. I wish remembering didn't hurt so bad.
I wish that thinking about your smile wouldn't make me cry. I wish I could remember your gentleness without weeping out of control. I wish that I could recall your strength, courage, and temperment with just pride, and not with all this sadness that overcomes me. Your laughter, your touch, your love. I miss the all these things about you. You are worth remembering, Josiah. Always. But son, you gotta know it breaks my heart so badly. Lament somedays is the only way I can show how much I love you.
Josiah, you are our treasure that God shared with us, with many. You were such an incredible gift, a gift that continues to move and shape me. A gift that has remained at the very center of my heart. And I long to have you in my arms again.
Josiah, we love you, we're proud of you, we're so glad that you are our son.
Love, your Daddy
Today marks a sobering milestone.
The number of days since Josiah died is the same number of days he lived.
You may have to read that sentence twice to catch it.
It kinda kicks the breath out of you, doesn't it?
February 16th, 2007 to August 2nd, 2009 equals August 2nd 2009 to January 17th 2011.
899 days.
Strange, huh?
I don't know what to make of it. It's something to be aware of, to pause for, but then what? What I am supposed to do with this knowledge, here at the intersection of this very strange anniversary?
From now on we are going to mourn him longer than we were with him. From now on he's going to be dead longer than he was alive.
We can count the days apart, but we can't count the days until we're reunited.
Josiah changed my life with one day. And then God gave us 898 more.
A lot can happen in 899 days, especially when you break it down year by year, season by season. Honestly, it hasn't felt that long. I had to re-do the math to make sure I was right.
Josiah's time with us seemed to last much longer than these days that have followed. Not to take anything away from our daughter, of course. She is the JOY and LIGHT of our family!
Our time with Josiah was so unreal, so full: new experiences, new rythms, new people, new sights and scenes. Life was very different, extremely abnormal. The highs were insanely high and the lows were excrutiatingly low. Our senses and souls were being heightened and stretched in every imaginable way. No wonder that those 899 days felt like a lifetime.
899 days also means 899 days grieving, waiting, wrestling, and bearing. And to think that I haven't reached the end of my tears ...
When he was alive, you couldn't help but talk about him. Our entire lives revolved around him, we had to analyze his every breath, his every moment. We blogged maddeningly in the hospital as tried to keep people updated. Daily there were handover reports, assessments and instructions with the nurses, respite workers, and hospital staff. We would problem solve perceived symptoms and review procedures, looking for ways to improve his care.
If Josiah was present in the room, he was the conversation piece. That's just how it went. When we went out we were asked relentlessly about Josiah and we LOVED IT. We loved explaining for the one-thousandth time who our son was and how he was overcoming his medical challengings. We gushed as we talked about his character and his achievements. You couldn't shut us up!
We talk about Josiah in a much different way now.
Hushed tones. Less enthusiasm. We say more with our body langauge than we do with our mouths.
Just this week I got to talk about Josiah again. I was able to run through his medical history like it was 'old times'.
It brought me SUCH JOY - I had no idea how much I had been longing for a moment like this!
It was a strange and wonderful thing how it all came back to me, the rhythm we would get into as we described our son from head to toe. On good days, it flowed like poetry. Yet on this day there were the lags and gaps, and then the sad realization that I was forgetting things that I thought were unforgettable.
The very common medical jargon that we used nearly every day for 899 days was disappearing. I couldn't come up with the right words, I couldn't pronounce things correctly. I was vague on things that used to be so detailed and clear.
And I realize again that I am talking about Josiah in a much different way now.
899 days and then another 899 more. Another day, another day, another day ... until tomorrow wakes up to eternity.
What a merciful day that will be.
G&PHowever many years a man may live, let him enjoy them all.
But let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many.~ Ecclesiastes 11:9Behold, I make all things new.~ Revelation 21:5
- Andrew
The lyrics are simple enough, yet a soothing reminder of what is to come. There is life - real life, greater life - on the other side of death.
This is not the end
This is not the end of this
We will open our eyes wide, wider
This is not our last
This is not our last breath
We will open our mouths wide, wider
And you know you'll be alright
Oh and you know you'll be alright
This is not the end
This is not the end of us
We will shine like the stars bright, brighter
Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.
~ 1 Thessalonians 4:13-14
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed — in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.
~ 1 Corinthians 15:51-52
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Today is one of those days that is just tough slogging.
I'm miserable. I wanna hide in a hole. I don't want to talk to anyone. Everything it seems makes me want to cry. Just a no good day where grief has completely infiltrated every mundane part of my life.
These are the days where I just wait for the bubble to burst. A change of pace, an unexpected grace, a divinely appointed conversation, a weep-fest. Something - anything - that will bring me out of this debilitating despondency and into something serene, still, and life-giving.
For three nights in a row I've been up late, unable to sleep. I journal, I read, I watch a movie, but I am restless, mopy, and curfuffled, unable to get to sleep until exhaustion finally overcomes me late into in the evening.
I feel utterly ruined.
I go about my day, shuffling and sweeping the broken pieces of me from one place to another.
Broken pieces. My inward state is more than just an overturned box of puzzle pieces. A pile of puzzle pieces - no matter how many or how difficult - is still orderly. Each piece has purpose and a consistent form.
Instead, I liken my inward state to a porcelain figure dashed upon the rocks, shattered and scattered, jagged pieces without any uniformity, each piece unsightly and fragile, needing to be handle carefully lest it breaks further or wounds with its sharp edges.
This is what grief does to the inner person.
But. I still have things to be grateful for.
God's mercies and blessings are near even now as I live in shadow and darkness.
These are quiet comforts that do not still the storm that rages around and within me, but they are treasures to remind me that I am not alone and that this is not the end.
Today, a friend of a friend had the worst of days, the worst day of many many worst days.
Unless the LORD intervenes, she is going to die.
Unless the LORD says "This shall not be", the cancer will win.
A young life will be extinguished, a chapter closes (prematurely in our eyes) and another chapter begins in the really real life found in God's presence.
My mopiness all of a sudden looks quite small and selfish. Real, valid, yet quite insignificant in the present moment.
And so tonight becomes the fourth night in a row that I'm up much too late with my thoughts and my grief. But this night, I have put aside my sorrow to bear the sorrows of the many others who are waiting to see what the LORD will do.
And as I pray I've listen to Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens. The tone, the words, the tension of it all ... the song places me right in the very center of this unfolding tragedy, as if I am watching a play move from the second to final act.
What will the LORD do?
A glance at the title will tell you little about what the song is about. It's a love song, but a lament. It begins and ends with sadness, for despite the fervent faith of many, the beloved passes away.
It's beautiful, it's terrible, it's brutally honest. There is very little good news in it. Yet the words have been a solace and a guide to me on my path of grief. Maybe you can relate. Click the link for the full lyrics or you can listen to it below.
Tuesday night at the Bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens
....
All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see His face
In the morning in the window
All the glory when He took our place
But He took my shoulders and He shook my face
And He takes and He takes and He takes
~ Sufjan Stevens "Casimir Pulaski Day"
Oh God have mercy.
G&P
- Andrew
| Gemma and her parents, a family we've gotten to know! |
Something you gotta know right off the top: I have a pretty amazing family.
For the last couple of years, our family has been purchasing gifts in memory of Josiah which we donate to BC Children's Hospital. This is something Marie and I have done on our own (as well as providing a gift at Josiah's birthday) and our extended family has picked up on it as well. This year we added a second gift in memory of my dad who also gave to BC Children's during - and after - his grandson's time there.
Our niece - ever the entrepreneur at the age of six - has been finding creative ways to buy gifts for the children who are hospital-bound during the Christmas season. This summer she started raising chickens on the farm, collecting and selling the eggs, and then using the money to buy gifts for kids.
Wow. Just wow.
This past Monday Marie and I (with the help of our Aunt Chrystal and our cousins Rachel and Denver) delivered gifts to BC Children's Hospital. It was a good and sad thing. A few familiar faces, lots of familiar sounds and smells that bring back so many memories.
Marie and I have learned to brace ourselves for our inevitable responses that come from returning to the hospital: irritability, solemness, echoes of past anxieties, and alike. We warn each other about how we might respond, try to be gracious with each other and be quick to forgive when we lash out. Some days we do better than others.
Return visits have not become any easier, but they are fewer now since now we only return to bring gifts. The families we got to know have all been discharged - praise God! - yet there are a few staff members that we consider friends and try to remain connected with.
As difficult as it is - and it may sound odd to others who also grieve - but we have found meaning and healing by 'forcing' ourselves to keep BC Children's as a part of our seasonal rhythm. A part of stepping forward - for us at least - is to maintain 'markers' and traditions throughout the year that remind us of our son and what God has led us through. But keeping links to our past - thus, as a result, re-entering the grief and the pain each time - we move forward with hearts that are heavier but healthier. This may not be how all people grieve, but this has been our experience.
To all those who are - out of consideration for our grief - praying for our family this Christmas, we give you our humble and sincere thanks. There is much I am dreading as Christmas Day approaches. Yet, I am reminded that Christ's birth points us to his return, and so I lift my gaze forward to anticipate our Savior's next coming when all will be made new.
Hope and Comfort, Grace and Peace.
- Andrew
G&P
- Andrew
This is belated, but it came to mind again last night so I'm linking to it this morning. My friend Judy posted some thoughts for me the day after my dad died. You can read it all here.
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You must. You must think I'm strong, to give me what I'm going through...~ Matthew West "Strong Enough"
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Misery loves company, as the saying goes.
With Advent upon us and Christmas accelerating towards us, I am again drawn to the sad and lowly and tragic parts of the Christmas story. I caught myself doing this when Josiah died and I'm on that same path again this season.
Christmas and sorrow. They go together more likely than we think. Most of our holiday rhythms have drubbed out any hint of sadness, for it is after all supposed to be the season of perpetual joy. And so we put on a seasonal sheen to fit in and a festive glow is projected in all that we do. We cloak ourselves with holiday goodwill and merriment, and yet within, our souls are aching and the Christmas season is just making it worse.
Loneliness. Pain. Heartbreak. Grief. Shame.
Christmas sometimes comes at the worst time of the year.
And yet, it is the story of God coming to us. To us. It is the beginning of the slow renewal of the world. It marks the return of God being with man for the first time since He walked in the garden with His creation.
God chooses to be with us.
In sadness. In sorrow. In suffering. God comes.
To suffer with us. To suffer for us.
This is Christmas.
... Advent is not just remembering how the world waited for the coming of the Messiah, but how we still wait for His coming. It is a time to embrace the ache of our lovesick hearts, to rejoice in our hunger pains, to survey the broken mess of our world and know that, because God fully entered into it, He will also fully redeem it.
As we sit in our suffering and know that the God of the universe decides to sit with us in it, we have a truth that is weighty enough to answer our heavy hearts, our loneliness and disillusionment that are intensified during the holidays. Dietrich Bonhoeffer said that while God wants us happy as little children, it is the grown-up knowledge of God’s desire to always be with us, the fact that “we are no longer homeless; a bit of the eternal home itself has moved unto us,” that brings true joy. “Therefore we adults can rejoice deeply within our hearts under the Christmas tree,” he said, “perhaps much more than the children are able. We know that God’s goodness will once again draw near.”
She will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel,
which means ‘God is with us.’
~ Matthew 1:23
Because of God’s tender mercy, the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us,
to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
and to guide us to the path of peace.
~ Luke 1:78-79
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G&P
- Andrew
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A wonderful post by Shane Hipps, a pastor and author serving at Mars Hill in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Somewhat fitting of a read for me, coming off the heels of my preview post.
Here's a snippet of what Shane's getting to:
But when pain finds purpose or meaning it transforms from mere hurting into suffering. We could use the word Suffering to describe pain with purpose. Suffering is pain set in a larger context. Suffering is what happens to a woman giving birth. The labor pains are extraordinary, but the pain becomes mere memory when the child is born (so I’m told). The pain is matched only by the clarity of purpose.
Discovering that pain may have a purpose doesn't alleviate - even a smidgen of - the grief or insult, but it can help put the pieces of your life back to better. Better to have a God that spends sleeplessness nights tending to us than a God who falls asleep on the job.
G&P
- Andrew
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I read this today.
"Go to Him when your need is desperate, when all other help is vain, and what do you find? A door slammed in your face and a sound of bolting." (CS Lewis, A Grief Observed)
God.
On the other side of the door.
Present.
There.
But inaccessible.
Distant.
He locked Himself away.
He can hear you.
You know He's there.
But you can't reach Him.
What hurts more?
The pain that sent you to God's door.
Or the pain of finding the door locked.
From the inside.
God.
He wounds.
He heals.
He promises.
But when?
"See now that I myself am He! There is no god besides me.I put to death and I bring to life.
I have wounded and I will heal, and no one can deliver out of my hand."
~ Deuteronomy 32:39
"Why, O LORD, do you stand far off?
Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?"
~ Psalm 10:1
G&P
- Andrew
It took a while for me to get around to it, but here's my portion of my dad's eulogy that Mike, Danelle, and I shared at his memorial service.
A couple weeks ago my cousin Meagan blogged her thoughts about my dad's death. You can read it all here.
G&P
- Andrew
For her finale, Joelle finishes the evening by falling / jumping into the mattress on purpose. It was so hilarious. Please excuse the cackling laughter and snorts of us the proud and delighted parents!
Gotta admit, after all the surprise, joy, and pride came a little bit of sadness. Joelle has reached yet another milestone that Josiah never got to. I didn't dwell on it - didn't want to ruin the moment - but Josiah comes quickly to my mind at times like these.
So watch out world - we just enter a whole new level of craziness here. Thanks for celebrating this milestone with us!
G&P
- Andrew
So it's not all sadness and sorrow in our home these days. Tonight Joelle took her first steps!
And yes, for those keeping score at home, Joelle will be eleven months next week and has completely skipped the crawling stage. Marie and I are going to have to take a crash course it what it means to baby-proof our home!
Sorry that the video quality is poor - it was kind of dim in the room and we didn't realize it would be so dark on camera.
... more video to come ...
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If He [God] takes away, who can stop Him? Who could say to Him, ‘What are You doing?’ ... For He crushes me with a storm, and hurts me more and more without a reason. ~ Job 9:12, 17 (NLT)
Snippets of Job's life and conversation are easy to connect with. I read this portion this morning during breakfast.
I'm not interesting in taking God to trial. I'm not feeling that I'm guilty of something and this is my punishment from God. So in that way, I'm not coming at this tragedy the same way Job approached his. But his words echo the thoughts that I think and he speaks things that I go "Yes! This man understands how I feel!" to.
People ask if I'm angry at God. I haven't been angry at God (yet). Resigned for sure. That 'toss-your-hands-the-air-because-God-is-going-to-do-whatever-he-wants' kind of response is what I feel. As Job says, God is God: if He takes away, who can stop Him?
Right now I'm not concerned with the "why" of it all. That will come I'm certain. I'm still lost in the overwhelming sea of this sorrow, flailing to grasp something that will steady me, something that will hold my head above the waters so that I can breathe and rest and find my way back to the shore.
Yes, the quick answer is "God is who you can hold onto." Yeah, I get that. And I've been turning to Him a lot (we're still on talking terms by the way). But it's hard to keep turning to Him when He - the one who holds all Life - has drawn two lives from our family into His presence.
Maybe I can describe it this way: I trust God, I just don't like Him (right now). Again, that sounds like I'm a five year-old throwing a temper tantrum and I'm being drawn into submission to God kicking and screaming (which isn't how I feel). I know I need God and I can trust Him will my life and all this life offers, but He's not exactly 'winning me over' in the last couple of years. Not a season of God 'wining and dining' our family that's for sure.
Is God bigger than this? Oh yeah. Will God and I be closer through this and after this all? Absolutely. Am I more appreciative of Jesus' work of redemption and the Spirit's presence on earth because of these tragedies that have befallen us? Most definitely. But do I "like God" more because of this? Uh-huh.
This tragedy is God's doing. And He will lead us out of it.
And though the pain is an ocean, tossing us around, around, around
You have calmed greater waters, higher mountains have come downI will sing of Your mercy, that leads me through valleys of sorrow, to rivers of joy~ Jars of Clay "The Valley Song"
G&P
- Andrew
Shawna posted Michael's portion of our dad's eulogy at her blog this week. You can read it in full there.
"I am so very blessed to have had a father who exemplified these characteristics, who sought God above all else, and who showed me how to be a man, husband, and father, by watching him live what he said he believed. I am thankful this was a challenge my dad succeeded in and now I have the opportunity to pass these lessons on to my kids. I find peace in knowing he is in heaven with his creator, and that I will see him again one day. During the last few days the Lord has brought me comfort by directing me to these verses: 'That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.' 2 Corinthians 4:16-18"
G&P
- Andrew
This is a re-post from my youth ministry blog.
These words from N. T. Wright cared for my soul today. Very timely.
You can purchase this video at The Work of the People.
I know there may be people peeking at the blog this week considering today marks the two year anniversary of Josiah's death.
While there's is much that I can write about that, there are more painful things on our hearts.
My father (Don Haak) died in a farming accident last Friday.
The pain we are experiencing as a family is overwhelming. As you have prayed for us in the past as we journeyed with Josiah, please pray for our family now.
Thank you
- Andrew
So two weeks ago we had two experiences that were on opposite end of the spectrum.
First, we got a phone message following up on Josiah's orthotics. Two years ago Josiah was fitted for leg and foot braces (he hated them and we gave up after a few tries) and I guess he was due to be re-checked and sized. That's a message you don't expect to hear at the end of the day. Definitely put a melancholy cap to the evening. Oh, and we didn't bother to phone back :)
Second, Joelle is starting to sit on her own! It's cute and - wow - it's so much easier to get her dressed in the morning. But it's hard in a strange way because it is a milestone that Josiah never reached. Less than 7 months in with Joelle and we're learning new things that we never experienced with our 2 1/2 year-old.
Such is life.
- Andrew, Marie & Joelle
If I were to describe where I'm at in one phrase, it would be this: I'm looking back less often ("I wish we could change what happened that day") and looking forward more often ("I can't wait until our family is together in heaven"). It's not like this everyday, but I seem to heading in that direction.
I guess that's a milestone in itself.
- Andrew
You gotta read this blog post that my sister-in-law Shawna posted a couple of weeks ago. It's the melt-your-heart-teary-eyed kind.
~ Andrew, Marie & Joelle
Finally, something I wanted to post two weeks ago, but with Christmas zaniness followed by a week of holidays I just never made the time. These photos were from a photo shoot my cousin Meagan did for Joelle in early November. I'll try to get a slideshow of photos set up soon.
We hope all of you had a Christmas full of comfort and joy, and that God will be near you as you make your way through the new year!
Blessings
- Andrew, Marie & Joelle
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Some good thoughts at Relevant Magazine about how we evaluate and impliment missions and service projects in third world countries.
Every church should give pause and careful consideration to every detail of a short-term missions trip. Small gains in the near future could lead to great setbacks in the long run.
Some highlights:
The poor are weakened when well-meaning people deprive them of the incentives and rewards of their own hard-won achievements by doing for them what they have the capacity to do for themselves. As one leader of a microlending ministry in Nicaragua lamented when describing the effects of U.S. church partnerships, “They are turning my people into beggars.” Why get a loan to build their own church, the peasants reason, when the Americans will do it for them? Predictable byproducts of such service include increased dependency, erosion of work ethic and loss of dignity. Conversely, partnerships, lending relationships and mutual investments require joint effort and grow indigenous capacity.
Typically, churches evaluate their service projects and mission trips by the number of volunteers involved, the activities performed and the impact on participants. Less attention is paid to the results on the receiving end of charity. If, however, preserving the dignity and self-esteem of recipients is important to you, then you will need to assess the amount of mutual collaboration, leadership sharing and reciprocity structured into your event. If your goal is to actually empower those you serve, you will focus less on activities performed and more on measurable longer-term outcomes, such as leadership development, increased self-sufficiency and educational and economic progress.
I know of one campus ministry that, on a spring break mission trip to paint an orphanage in Honduras, spent enough money on the trip (transportation, food, lodging, etc.) to have hired two unemployed local painters and two full-time teachers and to supply new uniforms for every child in the school.
G&P
- Andrew
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... leadership is more like a baton than a trophy. You keep a trophy, but you hand off a baton. In a race, if you don’t hand off the baton, you lose the race. Pastors who fail to realize this may end up winning their leg of the race, but the churches they lead lose after they drop out. So pastors of every age need to be thinking this through.
“Every organization has a life span. There is birth, growth, maturity, decline and death,” Miller says. “The most dangerous time is at the top of the curve—when you’re mature, when you’re large, when everything is going great. That’s where you should pass the baton. You don’t want to pass the baton when you begin declining, because then it’s harder to find someone to take the baton.”
If Miller is correct, then succession is as important an issue for younger pastors as it is for older pastors. When a younger leader heads a growing church, thinking about transition may seem premature. But according to Miller, it is the most advantageous time to begin making these plans.
You can read the full article at Neue Magazine.
G&P
- Andrew
Check out Brett McCracken's article Soul & Stomach over at biloa magazine. It's worth reading the whole article, and I've posted his sidebar notes below.
9 Tips for Eating Christianly:
- Slow down. Try to find time to truly enjoy food. Prepare it yourself. Savor it.
- Give thanks. For the food you have, for the hands that prepared it, for the land and animals it comes from; above all, for God the provider and sustainer of life.
- Show hospitality. Invite others to dine with you. Follow Jesus’ example. Share food with strangers. Throw long dinner parties.
- Eat in community. Enjoy food with others. Let it be a unifying source of social pleasure.
- Be sensitive to those around you. Many people struggle with food-related issues (dieting, food addiction, eating disorders); keep this in mind as you eat. Know there are many Christian resources available if you or a loved one need help.
- Eat justly. Recognize that your eating affects others. Try to support ethical and just food practices through discerning consumer choices.
- Fight global hunger. Remember that nearly 1 billion people in the world do not have enough to eat. Keep that in perspective and do what you can to feed the hungry in your communities and across the world.
- Develop taste. Expose yourself to new things and expand your palate. Learn to appreciate quality food, unique flavors, textures, combinations.
- Eat humbly. Rather than eating food to show off your culinary sophistication, eat with humility and thanksgiving, awestruck by the beauty and goodness you are privileged to enjoy.
So encouraged to see that we're accomplishing 1-5 in our young adults group (we share a meal together every two weeks). Time to be more intentional about the rest of the list!
G&P
- Andrew
A couple of weeks ago I preached a short sermon / long devotional on the importance of baptism. Here it is. Hope it can be an encouragement / resource for others.
Thus, a wedding ceremony – like a baptism – reveals your new identity two ways: inwardly you are dying to self to enjoy the new life of being committed to the other, and outwardly you step into a new family where you are an equal member.
G&P
- Andrew
Good wisdom here from Adam McLane on how get through times when you're drawing a blank. I've posted it here in full.
How I Push Through Creative Droughts and Get Stuff Done
- Rest – It might seem counter-productive when you have a deadline and are staring at a blank canvas or a mounting todo list, but the most obvious cause of a creative drought is a lack of rest and play. So take a nap in the middle of the day. Give yourself two hours to read a book and dose in the park. Take Saturday off. You are not a machine, you cannot produce 24 hours per day, 7 days per week. This isn’t a reality show. Making time to rest is the most productive thing you can do.
- Exercise – When I hit a creative wall during my day I take a walk. Pushing my son in the stroller or riding my bike for errands instead of driving or even doing jumping jacks in my office helps. I like to think of ideas as a heavy substance inside my body. When I get the blood pumping fast the ideas are able to get pumped up closer to my heart.
- Discipline – Sometimes I’m hitting the creative wall because I’ve procrastinated. But most often it’s because a project I finished in the past comes back for immediate changes and edits. That little bit of chaos throws me off. Instinct lies to me, building a desire to both finish my current project and go back and make some quick changes on the existing work. Being disciplined means pushing through what I’m currently working on and making late-breaking changes work with my schedule.
- Momentum - As creative people we know that productivity is the result of keeping the fly wheel going. So when I have something flowing I know I need to keep going, even if that means working until 1 AM. I’ve found that when I am in a drought I can’t build or sustain momentum. So set-up your work time or todo list in a way that builds momentum instead of starting and stopping all day.
- Change Mediums - Just about everything project I do will end up in a digital format. But when I’m not feeling it I’m quick to try another medium. I am not a great artist, but I use paper and colored pencils. Sometimes I go take photos of architectural elements for a project or shoot some video just to try to sparks something I wouldn’t have seen if I’d just sat down in front of my computer with Photoshop or Illustrator.
- Documentation – When things are really, really bad I spend 20 minutes taking all of my tasks for a project and adding them to a Google Docs spreadsheet. This turns my project into a series of small tasks that I can easily do without needing much creativity.
- Suspend reality - I have two offices. One in my home and one in shared, rented space downtown San Diego. (Little Italy) That helps me have fresh space in which to work. But sometimes I need to do even more than that in order to manufacture some creativity. Sometimes I work in a favorite coffee shop, sometimes I book time to work for a day at a friends office, and sometimes I sneak a half day or whole day onto the end of a work trip just so I can work somewhere else. Suspending reality also means shutting down all of the distractions which pull you away from your creative space. (Shutting down chat software, putting your phone on silent and not returning text messages, logging out of Facebook and Twitter, etc.)
- Finish something - Perhaps my biggest droughts come when I have lots and lots of projects going and none of them finishing. I’ve found that finishing a project helps me be more creative on my others. It’s as if I can put that project behind me and that gives me more energy/space to think about the others. So finish something! (Or suspend another project to get it off your shoulders!)
Creative droughts are inevitable. Whether your in the midst of a stressful / busy season, coming off a crisis / tragedy, or just been in the same position for a long time (or in my case, all of the above) you will eventually hit a creative brick wall.
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- Andrew
A friend posted this article from Huffington Post on Facebook today.
Wow. Good read.
Here's a portion of it.
So, aside from your kids being emotionally scarred forever, what's the real harm in all this porn? Well, I learned that one of the things I like most in life -- women -- are being transformed by the porn culture. Not women themselves but the way I perceive women. When I think of the millions of men glued to their computer screens watching scenes of exploited girls and women in sex acts that most often turn sadistic, I wonder how many licks it takes to get to the center of our Tootsie Pop brains. How many distorted images do we need to watch before our actions become equally distorted? How many times can someone see or hear women being called "whores" before they begin to believe it themselves?
Even worse for me, because I work as an anti-human trafficking advocate, I have the sneaking suspicion that porn has contributed greatly to the expansion of sex trafficking worldwide and the numbers of children, women and men trapped in modern-day slavery. Those being exploited in porn are not much different from those being exploited in prostitution except the camera has been turned on for your viewing pleasure. If you don't believe that your consumption of porn contributes to the exploitation of innocents, then it may also be hard to convince you that the line of coke you just snorted contributes to the suffering and loss of life south of the border where fighting rages on so that you can get a good high at a low price. But who am I to judge, I'm just beginning to come to my senses.
The real clincher for me is learning how the packaging and commoditization of sex affects my own manhood. I mean, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt and the people studying this subject talk about how the unrealistic and violent storylines lead porn viewers further and further away from being able to relate to real women. And, somehow, we begin to feel inadequate when measuring ourselves against studs jacked up on ... well, pretty much everything. I could be wrong, but I'm guessing that most men are not willing to permanently trade-in real women for Internet porn. Or are you?
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- Andrew
It may not ignite many conversations - and not many people may see it - but this film explores persecution and how people of faith respond. Timely film for our current cultural climate.
Starring Andy Garcia, Peter O'Toole and Eva Longoria, released independently.
IMBD
[via Coming Soon]
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- Andrew
First things first. I've never read the New King James Version Bible. And I enjoyed it! It wasn't archaic or wooden, but easy to read.
I'm also a big fan of the extras that are at the front and back of this Bible. In the front there is the the Plan of Salvation (comes across as a little trite, but it has good intentions) and the Secrets to Spiritual Success a fairly decent guide to forming spiritual disciplines. In the back it gets even better. The Topical Index is very thorough and helpful, and the Essentials portion is a fantastic resource on the basics of the faith for a person who doesn't know much about Christianity.
Scattered throughout the Bible are also mini-commentaries that give a little insight to the new believer. I personally didn't see these as extremely helpful and I found them a little distracting. The book introductions are very minimal, and I was hoping for a little more.
As far as the overall format goes, it's very readable: two columns of text, with sub-titles and chapter numbers a different colour (for easy referencing - nice!) Also, key verses are re-written in a larger, bolder font to stand out (similar to a quote in a magazine) and I kinda enjoyed it. The layout and cover designs seems to indicate that the publisher was trying to provide a Bible that would meet the needs of a high school-aged new believer.
Here's my bottom line: I'm a youth pastor at an evangelical church and I meet a lot of students who don't have their own Bible and aren't very familiar with it. If a student is comfortable with the NKJV that I would totally suggest the the START! Bible.
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- Andrew
| via Google Image search |
[Cultural forces] turn us into replicas of our cutural leaders, seeking after power and influence and prestige. These insistent voices drum away at us, telling us pastors to go out and compete against the successful executives and entertainers who have made it to the top, so that we can put our churches on the map and made it big in the world ...
Congregations get their ideas of what makes a pastor from the culture not from the Scriptures: they want a winner; they want their needs met; they want to be part of something zesty and glamorous.
Only when we realize how unnecessary we are will we be free to do the 'one thing needful' - the gospel necessity laid upon the glorious but battered life of the pastor.
~ Eugene Peterson The Unnecessary Pastor
May I be so humble to also suggest that we sometimes feel the same strange temptation and pressure within our evangelical culture to be replicas of the pastors who have 'made it big'.
Good thoughts from a wise man.
[via MB Herald]
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- Andrew
Nailed it.
Let's do everyone a favour - Christians and non - and put the Christianese away!
[via 22 Words]
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- Andrew
Thanks to Brett McCracken for putting this list together.
I'm ashamed to say that I've only watched four of these.
The Passion of Joan of Arc (Carl Dreyer, 1928)Important to note: these are not "Christian films". This may explain why The Passion was omitted. Lots of great suggestions made in the comments as well. I'd add Fiddler on the Roof to the list.
Diary of a Country Priest (Robert Bresson, 1951)
Ordet (Carl Dreyer, 1955)
Becket (Peter Glenville, 1964)
The Sound of Music (Robert Wise, 1965)
A Man For All Seasons (Fred Zinnemann, 1966)
Brother Sun, Sister Moon (Franco Zeffirelli, 1972)
Andrei Rublev (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1973)
Chariots of Fire (Hugh Hudson, 1981)
Tender Mercies (Bruce Beresford, 1983)
Amadeus (Milos Forman, 1984)
The Mission (Roland Joffé, 1986)
Babette’s Feast (Gabriel Axel, 1987)
Jesus of Montreal (Denys Arcand, 1989)
The Decalogue (Krzysztof Kieslowski, 1989)
Shadowlands (Richard Attenborough, 1993)
Dead Man Walking (Tim Robbins, 1995)
The Apostle (Robert Duvall, 1997)
Central Station (Walter Salles, 1998)
Signs (M. Night Shyamalan, 2002)
Luther (Eric Till, 2003)
Land of Plenty (Wim Wenders, 2004)
Sophie Scholl: The Final Days (Marc Rothemund, 2005)
Into Great Silence (Philip Gröning, 2006)
Secret Sunshine (Lee Chang-dong, 2007)
Amazing Grace (Michael Apted, 2007)
A Serious Man (Joel and Ethan Coen, 2009)
Get Low (Aaron Schneider, 2009)
Letters to Father Jacob (Klaus Härö, 2010)
Of Gods and Men (Xavier Beauvois, 2011)
The Way (Emilio Estevez, 2011)
The Tree of Life (Terrence Malick, 2011)
Higher Ground (Vera Farmiga, 2011)
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- Andrew
... but if you grow and become a youth pastor than you are PAID to build forts in the church!
From a series of posters called Things I've Said to My Children.
[via 22 Words]
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- Andrew
Here's your deep thought for the day.
Michael Scott. King of apologetics. Sign him up! You can't argue with reasoning like that.
[via Faith Palm]
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- Andrew
Kinda cool. The story of Noah is coming to the big screen from an unlikely source - Darren Aronofsky.
He's responsible for some pretty epic films: The Wrestler, The Fountain, Requiem for a Dream, and - ahem! - Black Swan.
The film is gonna have some star power - Russell Crowe for starters - and a big budget (approved for $115 million).
Anyways, it will be awhile. Mr Aronofsky is pretty busy and it won't hit the screens until 2014.
[via Coming Soon]
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- Andrew
I must be getting old or something because this the second book of sermons I've bought this year.
Seriously. Who buys books of sermons?
Back in 2007 N.T. Wright visited Easington Colliery a town that has suffered through tragedy and hardship over the years. These eight sermons are what he preached during the Holy Week as he sought to bridge their sadness and fears with the horrors of the Easter story.
Sidenote - his sermons are short.
At first I starting reading to get some ideas for a sermon I was working on. But then I kept on reading as daily reflection in preparation for Easter. Nothing astronomical or radically new, but I appreciated how he didn't side step the tough stuff.
Also his 'music illustration' was pretty awesome. I'll probably use it in the future.
But there's one more part in this song, and it's very personal. Call it the alto part if you like - somethimes a bit shy, sometimes doesn't seem very exciting, but the harmony isn't complete without it, and sometimes it has spectuacular things to do. This is your part, your own personal story, your private bit of the song.~ N.T. Wright Christians at the Cross (page 10)
As we listen for the main tune, Jesus on his journey to Jerusalem and Calvary; as we listen to the bass part, the Old Testament which grounds the whole thing; as we reflect on the tenor part, the story of our whole community; so we have to bring our own story and learn to sing it with this total music.
The world all around us is giving us other music and telling us we have to keep in harmony with that. We are making this journey with Jesus this week because we want to leran again how to keep in with his song, with his story.
Great for ...
- Anyone looking for suppliment reading during Lent
- Pastors in need of a fresh perspective in teaching material
- Anyone who is suffering and needs to see their suffering through the pains of Easter
Happy Reading
- Andrew
| Hans Rookmaaker (image via Wikipedia) |
Handel with his Messiah, Bach with his Matthew Passion, Rembrandt with his Denial of St. Peter, and the architects of those Cistercian churches were not evangelizing, nor making tools for evangelism; they worked to the glory of God. They did not compromise their art. They were not devising tools for religious propaganda or holy advertisement. And precisely because of that they were deep and important.
Their works were not the means to an end, the winning of souls, but they were meaningful and an end in themselves, to God’s glory, and showing forth something of the love that makes things warm and real.
Art has too often become insincere and second-rate in its very effort to speak to all people, and to communicate a message that art was not meant to communicate. In short, art has its own validity and meaning, certainly in the Christian framework.
~ Hans Rookmaaker (Art Needs No Justification)
Full book download (PDF)
[quote via Dick Staub]
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- Andrew
Lots of people know about NoiseTrade. Fewer know about Brite Revolution.
Here are a number of artists that I've been enjoying. Just register with your email address and you're good to go.
John Mark McMillian
Seryn
Andrew Osenga
Burlap to Cashmere
(plus a song on the Summer Lovin' Mixtape)
Steven Delopoulos
Sleeping at Last
Caedmon's Call
Randall Goodgame
Leigh Nash
Lovedrug
The Vespers
- Andrew
First, you gotta check out Come&Live! Lots of free music, many full albums.
Second, make you grab the three tracks from Kye Kye. Great ambient electronica.
Happy Listening!
- Andrew
I've been reading a lot of Andrew Root today.
He's dangerous for my job security.
I LOVE what he writes.
My soul SOARS.
Every had those moments?
Here are some excerpts from his article The Confirmation Teacher / Mentor.
Often we see the confirmation leader as the one responsible for getting kids to know and appropriate the tradition through deep relationship. But what if the objective of the confirmation teacher was not to work to pass on anything but was rather to be a partner and companion in doubt?
What if, instead of depending on lessons bought from publishing houses, we used our very doubts as the curriculum for passing on the faith? Or to say it another way, what if the best way to actually pass on the faith was not through lessons, certainty, and knowledge but through doubt? What if the confirmation teacher was a convincer and co-doubter with adolescents? What if confirmation wasn’t about appropriating a tradition but exploring doubt, placing it on the table and fiercely seeking understanding through it?
Then the responsibility of the confirmation teacher is not to know the tradition in an airtight way, something few to zero volunteers can sign off on, but only to be open enough with young people to explore one’s own doubts as he or she explores the young peoples’. What energy a small group could have if for three years—or three weeks—they sought to express the depth of their unbelief, working to share it with each other and God! The confirmation teacher then is no longer taskmaster-teacher or skilled apologist with defense for all adolescent questions but is the captain of the company of companion doubters. Confirmation would be the time to ask your most disturbing questions about God, self, and world, to place them on the table as the group’s shared curriculum.
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And right here is where we usually go wrong with confirmation. Christianity has nothing to do with certainty, and confirmation is not the ritual of claiming that you will with all certainty believe the tradition and theology of the church. Rather, Christianity is about living in opposition to certainty; it is about faith in the midst of doubt. Christianity has no room for certainty, for certainty lives by the law of self-protection; its own rightness keeps it from hope, and most importantly (the greatest of these, Paul says), love. Certainty demands its rightness in the now, even if it means hurting or hating others to maintain its integrity.
Doubt then is not our enemy but our great friend. For it keeps us from the most un-Christian of things: assuming that we possess certainty, that we need not think our faith, love our neighbors, and worse—that we need not search for God, for we know this God certainly. Faith that has become certain is no longer (by definition) faith; it has become idolatry. We are no longer seeking out a living, personal God but have made this God into a frozen idol.
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Through doubt, the leader is moved not simply to share knowledge or adult wisdom with an adolescent but to share his or her very person, his or her sufferings and longings. A confirmation small group built on the sharing of doubt embraces the mutual openness of relationship. It is a group of place-sharing.
A good confirmation teacher, then, is not someone who knows every answer. It is someone who can create an environment where people feel safe enough to speak their deepest doubts into the life of the group, to speak those doubts and then seek God in them. The job of the confirmation leader is to invite doubts to be spilled without fear of shock or dehumanizing judgment from others. The goal is to make doubt shared, and therefore, part of a community. When our doubts are shared by others, we not only find ourselves squarely in relationship with others, but we discover that our doubts do not alienate us. They invite us to keep searching, to keep seeking for God with these people. We discover that when we cannot believe, others believe for us. And that faith is not a possession or achievement; it is a gift from God.
Confirmation is not the end of a road or a final exam but the welcome and continued encouragement to keep seeking God. The lifeblood of faith seeking understanding is confronting and sharing our doubts with others. If confirmation teachers are co-doubters, conveners of the community of doubt, then they are able to do the two things we often ask of them, the two things that often thrust them into an uncomfortable conundrum: they are able to be in deep relationship with young people and, in so doing, explore deeply the tradition. If relationships are built on mutual identification while respecting the other’s difference and otherness, then exploring each other’s doubts serves as a road to deep connection through mutual exploration (what more can we want?).
This. Changes. Everything.
*mind blown*
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- Andrew
Keep.
It.
Simple.
On the days that I'm freaking out because I feel that I'm not "doing enough", these words of wisdom guide me.
Youth ministry is ...
DiscipleshipBible StudyCommunity
That's it.
No frills.
No gimmicks.
Curriculum is optional.
*exhale*
Thanks Adam!
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- Andrew
Youth ministry doesn't exist; it is not a biblical or theological concept. Rather, youth ministry is simply ministry, human person to human person in search of God.
Youth ministry only exists because of a cultural reality. It is a response to a societally / culturally created cohort.
~ Andrew Root
[read Youth Minstry Doesn't Exist in full]
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- Andrew
