Category: Random

Stuff that doesn’t fit into a box…like me!

  • What is the one thing that you’ll never do in life? Why?

    Let’s see.  I could name any number of things that I hope I would never do in life…but I know that I am only human.  I could say that I would never have an affair on my spouse…or with someone else’s spouse.  Given my family history…that would be something predictable to say…BUT…can I really truly say that I would never do what I haven’t been challenged with?  I think we are all capable of the most base and tragic crimes.  Aren’t we?

    I could say I’d never lie…but I know that hasn’t been true.  I could say that I’d never steal…but given an occurrence where I am thrown into abject poverty…would I steal, given the option?  If I were living on the street…could I ever be driven to the state of necessity as to steal food?  What if I had children who were starving? 

    The point is…there are some things that you just can never tell your actions until you are actually in that situation.  You can pray for the grace to resist temptation, mercy to supply needs, strength to take the road less travelled…but can you really know what that decision will be from you?

    I think the one thing that I can confidently say that I will never do in this life is, I will never be able to love God as much as I should.  My heart is still too attached to the world, still sitting in this dank, dark, and seething mess of a world to be truly able to cut those ropes holding it down, keeping it from completely being free in Christ.  That is what I will never be able to do in this life…but…in the next?  Well, that’s another story.  🙂  And praise God for that next chapter!
       

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  • What is the worst movie you have ever watched and why?

    In the Name of the King – 2008

    DO NOT GO SEE THIS IF YOU HAVE HALF A BRAIN…or even a quarter of one. Seriously…the worst movie of the year. It’s like an 80’s-class movie that missed the decade. Picture the Scorpion King with every one of Vin Diesel’s serious movies…mixed with B Lord of the Rings…maybe the Labyrinth, minus David Bowie…and you’ve got ITNOTK.

    And the trump is: Burt Reynolds…as the king…in a sword fight.

    Need I say more?

    So, I repeat…the only movie worse than this was probably Black Snake Moan or Snakes on a Plane…

    although the preview for LOST in the opening was good.

    Do NOT see In the Name of the King…do not. Thank you.


       

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  • Coaching Corner: The Beautiful Facade

     I really just liked this article…plus, Michael quotes Wilde, which always is a good idea to me.
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    Michael D. Warden

    One’s real life is often the life that one does not lead.

    –Oscar Wilde

    “You know, Michael, there’s something I’ve really noticed about you. You always come across as very polished.” My friend Tim lightly grinned as he looked at me. That evening I had presented a talk to a group of Bible students in Denver, and I was reviewing the event with Tim afterward at a nearby restaurant.

    His comment was intended as a compliment, of course. But why then did I suddenly feel like a deer caught in the headlights? Tim’s observation unnerved me. I felt exposed and ashamed, like my cover had been blown. But it was just a compliment, right?

    My proclivity for “polished” behavior started early on, while I was just a kid living under the shadow of my father’s role as pastor in the local church. In a small town like that, everybody knows you’re the preacher’s kid. And they’re all too quick to report back to Dad anytime you do anything that might reflect badly on him. With all the eyes that were constantly watching me in every context of my life, it was like being trailed by a film crew, every moment recorded and, if necessary, replayed repeatedly through the gossip chain until it got back to Mom and Dad. I quickly learned to filter my behavior and project a polished front to keep me (and, by association, my dad) out of trouble.

    The problem is, after so many years of such meticulous image management, the false front I had created for survival became a comfortable second skin. It was automatic–be polished, sound eloquent, project that you’ve got it all together. Without realizing it, I began to believe that polished act was actually, authentically me. Only, it wasn’t. Not really. Not deep in my core. I lost touch with myself, and became a bit of an automaton. Even my spontaneity seemed practiced–not quite fake, but not quite real either. My only awareness that something was wrong came in the form of a subtle but nagging sense of detachment. I had trouble deeply, honestly connecting … with people, with experiences, with anything. It seemed no matter where I went or what I did or who I did it with, I never quite felt truly, fully alive.

    I’ve come to call this practiced persona–this projection of what I thought others required me to be–my Beautiful Façade. Sharp. Together. Acceptable. So close to the real me in many ways, but not me … an assemblage of carefully chosen aspects of my personality sewn together to present the image I think the world demands. But it’s not all of me. And it’s certainly not the soul of me.

    In the years since I became aware of my Beautiful Façade, I’ve noticed that most everyone I’ve ever met has one too. Do you? If so, what’s it like? What image does your Beautiful Façade project to others … in the office, in your church, with your friends? What personality traits is your façade committed to maintain at all costs? And because of your façade, what parts of your true soul remain locked away, unseen?

    “The thief comes only to steal and destroy; I came that they might have life, and have it abundantly”–Jesus (John 10:10). A Beautiful Façade may make you feel safe; it may even keep you from being judged or hurt by those who would not understand your heart–but it cannot bring you true life. Jesus didn’t come to save your façade. He came to save you–the real you, unedited and raw, beneath the polish and front. And if you let him, Christ will show you how to lay aside the façade for good, and live free in the authentic abundance he always intended.

    In this New Year season of fresh starts and new beginnings, what if, instead of resolving (again) to pursue a list of “shoulds” designed to shore up your façade, you made the resolution to lay it aside altogether–to give yourself permission to be who you really are, and fully engage with life from a place of honesty and brazen authenticity? What would happen if you engaged with God from that place this entire year? What would happen if you engaged with others in that way? What level of transformation and genuine freedom might be possible if you really–no kidding–came out of hiding?

    Isn’t it time you found out?



    Michael D. Warden is a Professional Co-Active Coach, nationally certified through the Coaches Training Institute, and a member of the International Coach Federation. Michael’s clients’ one common trait is their passion to live a bigger life–to discover what they’re here for, and boldly go after that vision with confidence and authenticity. Find more on his life and work at ascentcoachinggroup.com.

  • List of Random Phrases for the Day

    David Bowie turns 61 today = the most incredible day of my year…possibly over my own birthday and the wonderful Bastille Day of France.

    Why do I feel more adult than my parents?

    If I didn’t know he wasn’t my boyfriend, I’d swear we were dating.

    Cut through the cushion…yep…who knew there was so much physics involved in flying airplanes. 

    Mustard hurts.

    Everybody cut loose, foot-loose.  Kick off your Sunday shoes!

    It’s what I like about YOU!

    Most original pick-up line I’ve received:  “I’d keep 747’s in holding pattern for you.” – yep, he was an air traffic controller for CVG.

    There you go.  🙂  Enjoy!

  • Sweeney!!!!

    I’m going to see Sweeney Todd in exactly 10 hours.  My life will begin and end at that time.  🙂  It will be the most amazing thing for this year.  I’m excited.  Just saying.  So, I’ll tell you all how it goes later.  Yippee!

  • What I Want for Christmas…

    I would love to go on a drive around town to see the Christmas lights.  That’s fun.  We did that a lot when I was younger.

    I would really enjoy going to Nutcracker…it’s been several years since I’ve done that. 

    I’m not really a fan of snow, or the cold, so going sledding or ice skating or skiing, isn’t necessary for me to enjoy the season.  BUT, I do want to go down to the Festival of Lights.  I already have tickets…I just have to get people to go with me. 

    Um…these are things that I’m not sure that I’ll get to do.  The other things that I want, I know I’m going to get:

    spending time with family

    spending time with friends

    getting an mp3 player.. (silver, with an FM transmitter…hah!)

    Of course I could add my life-long wish to meet David Bowie…but that’s not just a Christmas wish.

    PS.  Today is my 6-month birthday.  Isn’t that wonderful?  I don’t expect presents…at least today…but a good wish would suffice.  🙂  Lata!

    ooo…I forgot…I’d love a Toblerone chocolate bar.  It’s my only chocolate craving, really…with toffee bits.  yum…

  • The Play’s the Thing…

    So Lakota schools caved and are not going to be performing Ten Little Indians because its name was changed from Ten Little Niggers.  The NAACP threw a cow about this and said that it wasn’t appropriate for high school students.  This, to me, is ridiculous.  If we can discuss the war in Iraq in high schools, they should be allowed to perform this brilliant play by Agatha Christie.  If you don’t know the plot-line, the story goes that 10 wealthy individuals were all invited to an island resort for a weekend.  They get there and one by one the attendees are murdered off, “…until there was one.”  I went to see this with my mom and sisters at Playhouse in the Park.  It was really, really great, with alternate endings and everything.  I’m just annoyed that people are so touchy and offended at the slightest thing.  I wonder if the guy even read the book or not.  Agatha even changed the name so early on, everyone I spoke to has had no idea that there was even another title.  The play itself has nothing racist in it at all.  Having changed the title lost nothing of the thrust for the plot and has proven inconsequential.    Ok, I’m off my soapbox…but come talk to me in an hour…I might have a second wind.

  • I love…

    …to connect with Christians from all over the world.  It makes the world seem not quite so huge…and gives me warm fuzzies all over inside.  I’ve been emailing some of the girls I met in China and it’s been wonderful!  They are so encouraging to me.  Just when I thought that my hands were no longer working in China…here comes some new information.  I don’t know if it’s God encouraging me not to give up my dream of being overseas, or what it is…but I’m very pleased.  And I’ve been meeting people from all over the world just in our little city here.  It’s really great, and I feel as connected with the world as I need to be.  I feel like I can really be incredibly ready for Christmas now…to share love and goodwill with everyone around me (except the man who fixed my windshield…another story).  But there you go.  Have a great day y’all.

  • C.S. Lewis was the man!

    This is an excerpt from the book “Sacred Romance” by Brent Curtis and John Eldridge…which is an excerpt from one of C.S. Lewis’ book (it doesn’t say which specifically, but it’s either The Great Divorce or The Weight of Glory), but I really felt like someone might need to read this…so here you go!

    “Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of – something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat’s side? Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it – tantalizing glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest – if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled in the sound itself – you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say, “Here at last is the thing I was made for.” We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we chall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all.”