Tuesday, March 08, 2022

How Star Wars changed what I pray

I recently went through all of the Star Wars movies again, and had something new (to me) strike me. Rey was trying to connect with past Jedi. She would sit and meditate and repeat, "Be with me. Be with me. Be with me." Each time, she was left feeling empty and alone. Rey's problem wasn't that the Jedi weren't with her. The problem was that Rey had not yet committed to being with the Jedi. The difference between the two really spoke to me. 
When the kids were little, and I had to go to the grocery store, I would give Nikki the job of keeping one hand on the cart to prevent her from straying while I tried to figure out where Walmart had moved the Pop Tarts to this week. She was with me. If she wasn't with me, she panicked, I panicked, and nothing was okay until she was with me again. 
In the grocery store of life, have you wandered off to look at the toys while God is busy planning your meals for the week in the produce section? And if so, does God need to be with you, or do you need to stop, turn around, and go back to being with God? When we go through a season of not feeling the presence of God, we tend to panic. Without fail, people get stupid when they panic. We pray on repeat to be able to feel God with us, when in reality, we should probably be asking God to draw us back to Him. 
This is the moment. Your name is being called over the store's PA system. Please return to the front of the store and be with God. 

My son wisely pointed out, as I was reading this through to him, that wandering around the toy section without your mom is how you get kidnapped. There is a lesson in that too. The last thing any of us want is for God to have to call a Code Adam on us. (Too obscure? Do people still know what that means? Have I lost you? It is a kidnapping thing) 

Monday, February 14, 2022

The Curse of First Comment

 Not long after the greater internet became mainstream, it was very common for the first five or six (minimum) comments on a video to be "first comment". It was annoying and stupid, but it was also foreshadowing to a cultural shift. Everyone wanted to be first, to see it first, to react to it first, and to tell it first, all on a global scale that was unavailable to us before.

Being the first with the news took a big hit when George W. Bush ran against Al Gore, and we had the infamous election of the hanging chads. In the media's rush to be the first to call a state's results, they predicted wrong. I was working at a small tv news station at the time, and the behind the scenes panic was off the charts. Big questions got asked about the media's rush to be first being put ahead of responsible journalism. These discussion were still ongoing when the unthinkable happened on 9-11. This sent use into a new kind of spiral, and desire for any and all information. The "Breaking News" crawl was invented and became a permanent fixture on our screen. A graphics trick that had formerly been reserved for national emergencies was now being used for anything and everything. The rules of responsible reporting slowly drained out of reporting. It was more important to tell it first, and correct it later if you got it wrong, but no one listens to the corrections. 

Social media then turned us all into mini reporters. We started by reporting what we ate for dinner and what silly things our kids did. At some point, social media became about sharing outrage. Headlines are geared towards it. They bank on people not reading past the opening paragraph before hitting that share button. On top of that, when a shocking story gets shared, we jump to comment based on limited facts so that we can be within the first people to react. 

The problem with reacting first and researching never is that more and more people have very firm opinions on subjects they have a completely false picture of. We have created an artificial multiverse within our lives, and when another person is not in the same fake world as us, we react with intolerant rage. 

One recent example that comes to mind is the banning of a book. With a look at only the headlines, the entire state of Tennessee banned a book about mice living through the Holocaust. That sounds insane, I am pro-historical mice and anti- book banning. How dare they?! However, I have a rule that I teach my kids. If a book gets banned, ask why. Find out what the book is about. Why were its ideas deemed dangerous. There are places that banned the Bible, which I consider a holy text, so I don't blanket trust a government telling me not to read something. As it turns out, the book wasn't banned from the state, it was taken out of one state funded school system. They have that right, but again, what was the reasoning? Well, the ultimate reason was because it was a graphic novel with drawings of graphically naked mice in somewhat human form in it. Now the question becomes, what school librarian stocked a book with naked pictures for underaged children? To properly react to this story, you should ask how many schools actually had this book, was it assigned reading, were there complaints, can the book be obtained in ways other than getting it in school, who made the decision, what was the opposition's defense of stocking the book? If all you read was either the "book banning" headline or the "nakedness" headline, then you probably didn't know enough to react responsibly, and yet everyone did and if you disagreed you were a prude or a pervert. Shockingly, I think the truth lays somewhere in the middle, but no one likes to be in the middle. 

Outrage has gotten out of hand. In our rush to react we have removed politeness and reason and no longer give people the benefit of the doubt when their first reaction is different than our own. I feel like the plague and the last election brought us to a boiling point, and we have all just stayed on a rolling boil for the last several years. I think the antidote is grace and compassion paired with facts and details, and most of all, a good dose of humility. Don't promote a cause you haven't researched. Don't share an article you haven't read. Don't look for reasons to be mad about everything. Take a breath, pause for reflection, and ask yourself if you have looked at the whole story or if you are just seeking "first comment" status. 

*This post was pointed directly to a specific person. They know who they are because they are me. I have been guilty of this. I have jumped in with opinions too soon. A national event I was involved with changed that, and I have been trying to do better for the last couple of years. That being said, if you saw yourself in this, I hope it helps you find a reset of your own. 

Wednesday, January 05, 2022

Catching Up

 I was considering trying to write again. We had some lean years of death and bad health and global insanity, and in all of that, I kind of lost my voice. I was lucky to be able to write something fun as a social media post, so I certainly wasn't writing in blog length. 

I checked in today to see if the blog was still here, and to my surprise, I had several blog posts in draft form that I had totally forgotten about. I have since hit the publish button on them, so I apologize if you just got hit with several notifications on that. I kind of assumed no one was looking. 

I guess I was holding them back because for whatever reason the time didn't seem right. It probably still isn't the right time, but I didn't want all the posts that showed up to be full of sadness. 

So, let's recap what has happened:


Global pandemic

Nix got married

JD got accepted to college and starts in the fall

 We sold our house and moved for the first time in a lot of years

I think that pretty much sums things up. Maybe I can convince myself to take up writing again. 

How a pineapple changed my view

I love a good analogy. It is so much more fun to learn from examples than by doing things on your own and learning the hard way. With that in mind, I have a story to share.

I have a friend who had the cutest pineapple decor for her front porch. Very fun, summer, decor. She moved to a new state, and carried her pineapples with her. After she had been in her new home for a little while, one of her new neighbors told her something rather unexpected. In this area, pineapple welcome mats were code for couples who are looking for other couples who like to, um...., "make a temporary partner swap" as a "lifestyle". I hope you follow me because I'm not going to explain beyond that. Let's just say it was something my friend was most certainly NOT involved with. She was horrified and changed out her decor. It then became a funny store of that time she had to take the "swing" off her doorstep.
She did not give the neighborhood facebook page a lecture on the history of pineapples. She didn't buy more pineapples. She didn't dismiss it as one person's opinion. She didn't want to risk anyone knocking on her door thinking that her and her husband were up to something. She wanted no association with it at all. 
I like pineapples. I like their color. I am a fan of delicious flavor. I enjoy the show Psych and their regular bit about pineapples amuses me. However, if someone told me that pineapples were associated with puppy drowning, I would never display another pineapple again. It would be an instant change.

It is important to know your lines, why they are there, and if you can really justify not changing. 
I won't be apologizing for holding onto my faith or my family, but everything else can be negotiated because times change, symbols change, and people corrupt innocent things all the time. 

Has the symbol you hold onto been corrupted? Is it time to drop it and realize it isn't a battle that benefits anyone? 

Why You Shouldn't Force Your Kid to Go to Church

The title of this post is a tiny bit misleading, and I apologize for that. I am about to give you a list of why you shouldn't force your kid to go to church, but it isn't a condemnation of dragging your kids to church at all. In fact, I do have the rule that if you live in my house, you go to church. It is just that I think that rule should come with a giant *.
Not too long ago, a famous church lady posted a mini rant about how you should always drag your kid to church especially those rebellious, moping, too cool for church, teenagers. No excuses. No whining. Get yourself in the car and go to church. It came at a time when I had just allowed my teens to sit out, so it struck me wrong. I am not looking to justify my decision. I just want to politely point out that there are valid reasons to not force your kids into church. So here goes...

When you have a child who starts putting up a fight about going to church, it is vitally important to find out why. Here are a few things that might make it justifiable.

The most important one to talk about is one of the ones no one wants to talk about. Abuse. More often than not, children are abused by someone they know in a location that the parents feel is safe such as their own homes, school, and yes, church. There is nothing magical about walking through the doors of a church that suddenly makes a person not a predator. Someone being made a Sunday School teacher or a deacon or even a pastor doesn't prevent them from being humans who do bad things. I am not suggesting that you ask your kid if someone at church is molesting them. What I am saying is that kids are incredibly perceptive and you should ask them if there is anyone at church making them feel uneasy, even if they aren't sure why. If the answer is yes, don't freak out. Just make sure your child doesn't interact with that person alone, and be observant of their interactions. I hope I don't have to say this, but just in case I do, if you do know of actual abuse, report it. Do not hesitate. Do not worry about what people will think. Report it. In most cases the kid being abused isn't the first and won't be the last unless someone stops them. Speak up. Don't gossip about it. Just go to the police and let them sort it out.

Another thing we don't like to talk about is church cliques. Most churches have them even if they try not to. All youth groups have them. Everyone seems to think that their youth group is different. I assure you, it is not. I have seen exclusion in youth groups that was so bad that even Regina George would be taken aback. "Everyone is equally invited to everything, and the kids are encouraged to make sure everyone feels included." How nice. Do you see that kid who spends their time talking with the adult? How about the one who is always so helpful and cleaning up? The kid who seems to always be late and never comes to the more social events? The kid who talks the most during class time? Watch their interactions with the other kids. The body language. The eye rolls. The sighs and excuses to walk away. They deal with not sitting at the cool table everyday at school. Why would they want to deal with that at church?

Finally, there is actually a chance that your kid sees a spiritual problem in the church that you don't, or more likely, one you have been ignoring. Drawing from my own experience, kids can see things in simple terms which can be a real benefit. For example, say you've noticed that your class study guides have gotten kind of thin. They don't really help you grow as a Christian. You gain more from class discussion, but only if the class is in the mood to discuss. Otherwise, you sit through a lame talk for an hour to then move to some form of music and another lecture that maybe has gotten a bit watered down or redundant. As an adult, I get that these things tend to ebb and flow, but if church has been more social interaction and concert time for you than actual spiritual growth, then your kid might know it and feels the lack of authenticity. To their mind it is a simple question. If church isn't helping then shouldn't a change be made? 

Church hurt is real, and it is a struggle for mature Christian adults to process. So, if your kid is making every excuse in the book to not go, maybe ask them why before assuming you need to drag them in. 

Dear Christian Parents and Youth Leaders

 It is one week until my daughter's wedding. I am full of nervous energy and checklists and making sure the one day goes right, or at least as right a possible. I have avoided any talk of how much things are about to change, but watching her slowly move out of her room in preparation has forced my hand. So, I am trying a little creative avoidance in the form of blogging an insight that hit me fairly hard yesterday.

Nix was packing away her bookshelves, and brought a stack to me of all the books that were required reading in high school. She knew that JD might be required to read them, so it would be nice to have easy access to them. As I looked over titles like Slaughterhouse Five and Street Car Named Desire I realized that we require a lot of our kids in school. Within this stack there are a lot of complex emotions and life concepts that I probably wouldn't have introduced on my own or wouldn't have known how to. That has its pros and cons. From there I flashed to the books that I did bring into her life. We took her to Narnia and Middle Earth, taught her the best ways to hitchhike through the galaxy, and showed her what is on the other side of the looking glass. Then there is the most complex and important book of either stack, the Bible. 

All too often, we look at the happy fluffy parts of the Bible with our kids, and never dig into the deep parts. In the early years it is all about Noah's rainbow and fishing with the disciples. As they grow older, we tend towards teaching them behavioral concepts. We talk to them about being trustworthy, loyal, helpful, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent. We don't talk to them about the guy that was eaten by worms or that time David's child died as punishment for having slept with another man's wife and then had the guy set up to die.  We talk about Lot's wife turning into a pillar of salt for looking back with longing over the sinful world they were leaving behind. We don't talk about Lot's daughter's getting him drunk and having sex with him so they could get pregnant. No, that's an ugly story with complex ideas that we don't think our kids could grasp. So, Shakespeare and Tolkien, but not Leviticus? Then we are going to throw them out into the world to encounter atheists, or worse, cults? Do you know what part of the Bible atheists love to quote? I'll give you a hint, it isn't out of Roman's. If all you have taught your kid from the Bible is that God is love, but not the full weight of what that means, or "Judge not", and not the concept of discernment, you are setting them up for failure of the worst kind. 
I guess what I am saying is that we can not sugar coat and dumb down the Bible because "they are just kids" but then expect them to give a detailed analysis of The Catcher in the Rye. Either they can handle it or they can't. You can not keep giving kids only half of the story. Besides, finding out the Bible probably should come with a parental guidance tag and MA rating would probably get their attention. 


     


Family Feud and Fake News

I recently saw this old clip from Family Feud that got me thinking about the current state of reporting. It is probably a weird connection to make, but when has that ever stopped me.
First, the clip. 




The lesson I took from this is that if you ask 102 people a really simple question, you run the risk of getting a couple of really stupid answers.

On the same day I saw this I also read an article about candy ducks being pulled from the market due to outrage over them being racist. Had I stopped at the headline, or even the first paragraph, I might have walked away thinking that there had been actual outcry over the term "ugly duckling" being applied to a duck shaped piece of milk chocolate. That wasn't the case. One person wrote something on twitter about it. That one person didn't even seem all that worked up about it. They might have even just been joking. It is hard to tell.
Next, I read an article about another outrage. After reading the entire thing, I got to the last paragraph and found out that a grand total of 2 unnamed people were the ones complaining.
Do you see the connection now? We have stopped reporting on what most people think, and started looking for the one guy who would say alligator. Before long, you start to think that the world is filled with the alligator and frog people and you must be the last rational person who knows that the answer should be dog or cat.