April 14, 2008
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February 23, 2008
Reality Television is King since the writer’s strike has deprived us of our fix of sit-coms and drama this season. All the reality shows; such as: Smarter than a 5th Grader, Deal or No-deal, Dancing with the Stars, American Idol and a host of others; have flooded the cable and airwaves in a rush to fill the void.
As I sat there this week watching the Biggest Loser I began to think about what I was ingesting, no, I don’t mean foodstuffs, but thoughts and ideas. What are the bait, hook and tackle?
One only has to look around at the average waistline and you can see how our lives of ease and/or materialism-induced-stress have weighed on us. Daily you can find articles, self-help programs and a mountain of books trying to get their collective arms around the problem of obesity. In fact we have spent so much time gathering this information that we have had little time for anything else, especially such trivial things as exercise, play, and the like. At some point one has to conclude it is time to stop thinking about it and do something about it. (I haven’t reached this radical point, yet.)
So here is the positive premise, if we see people engaged and succeeding in the attempt it will motivate others to get up off their lazy keesters and do likewise. So… someone put it on television for the masses to see and hopefully emulate. This is a good thing.
The negative premise is that now that it is on television our voyeuristic natures kick in and we watch others play the game instead of engaging in it ourselves. We’ll just sit here and watch how it’s done. This is not so good.
Always hidden in the bait is a hook and this is no different. The hook is the game, who will go who will stay. How do they accomplish this? Ah, here is where psychology sets the hook, “challenges and temptations!” It would truly be a boring show if all it was, was watching rollie-pollies sweat and work out (no matter how much the trainers rant and rave). One can stand to watch only so much flabby jiggling and man boobs. Therefore, there has to be some other angle, the hook is: game-play during temptations and challenges.
The manipulations, the deceptions, the intrigue; and that’s just the commercials. Raw human nature is front and center in the reality show. Wrath, envy, greed, gluttony, sloth, lust, and pride are the stars, with the players as supporting cast. Being the voyeurs we are, we enjoy watching it in others as they stumble and fall below the yellow line. (Yes, it is a cynical view but I believe an accurate one. It’s like NASCAR, the reason a huge percentage watch is to see a wreck.) In short it’s addictive
All this leaves us with the final two ingredients, the weigh-in and the elimination room. Who will be the biggest loser this week? Which team will have the greatest percentage weight loss? Who will be exempt, who will go home? Ooooo, I get tingly just thinking about it. Here is the payoff for watching the sweating and the puking and the jiggling: someone is going home. Who will it be?
In summary I have to say that I find these reality shows entertaining on the surface but since my mind is warped and wired differently I find these same shows somewhat disturbing. I realize it is a game, but it seems to reinforce the idea of situational ethics. The, “I am going to do what it takes to make sure I come out the winner,” the Zen of (Donald) Trump if you will. That may be understood to be the “American Way” but it is far from the Biblical Way.
These shows are the very antithesis of Biblical Christianity. They promote greed, the Bible says to give; they bank on covetousness, the Bible condemns it; they manipulate and lie to get to the next level, the Scriptures tell us to sacrifice self and put others ahead of ourselves. Even the Golden Rule has changed from, “do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” to “do unto others before they do unto you.” Each week millions tune in to get their weeks fix of existentialistic materialism and we never see that it is not only our waists that are getting thicker. Think about it.
Well, just thought I’d weigh in on the matter.
February 16, 2008
I am in the process of reading Ruby Slippers by Jonalyn Grace Fincher. The book so far is insightful and intriguing. I was most fascinated by the introductory chapter, which delves into the dilemma of the “corsets” that we wear.
We all wear corsets. We often layer them, multiplying their effect, tightening the cords around our soul, until we look culturally appealing, Christianly appropriate, and feel wretchedly uncomfortable.
As I read this, I had to meditate on my own life. Jonalyn lists corsets that women may wear: the single corset, the sexy corset, the mother corset, the Christian wife corset, the working wife corset, and the list goes on. There are certain roles that others expect me to fulfill…the submissive wife, the doting mother, the office woman, the academic, etc. These areas are not wrong, actually quite the opposite. The Bible commands me to be a loving and submissive wife and a good mother. Where we have seemed to miss it, is that we put on the “corset” to fit the given role because it is expected of us. We act a certain way and even speak in the tone that is expected in that role. We reduce ourselves to “act the part”. What we are actually doing is suffocating our souls.
Before God made me a wife or a working woman/college student, He made me a living soul, a female soul. In discovering who I am in Christ, I am made free and able to more completely fulfill the responsibilities He has given me. God created me with a personality, with certain gifts and talents. So why am I content to simply wear the corsets that are assigned to me? Why are we all content to suffocate our souls?
I do not believe Jonalyn is advocating a woman (or man) freeing herself (or himself) of the commands that God has set forth. Rather I believe we have gotten our priorities skewed. My primary responsibility as a child of God is to discover who He made me to be, and then I am able to filfill the secondary responsibilities. Rather than stuffing my soul into the wife corset, I am now able to be the wife God intends me to be. Rather than tightening the cords to fit others’ expectations, I am free to live as Christ intends me to be. Layering corsets stifles the soul, but Christ gives us the freedom to live as He designed us: as female (or male) souls.
January 22, 2008
Things have been going by so fast that this review was posted in 2007 before it was written… the universe has finally caught up to my time in reality, and here is last year in review.
Wow, another year has past. I thought this year we would do one of those Christmas letters.
My problem is remembering what was significant… or even what actually happened this year.
This was our first full year since mom’s home going. It has been an emotional rollercoaster, from out of nowhere would come a flood of memories, or an huge dose of reality would steamroll us. The hardest part is going over to the house and trying to clean up. So many memories. But mom left us with the greatest gift of all, a testimony of her Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. I would not call mom back to this world of pain and suffering, that she knew all too well, even if I could. Her joy is complete in Jesus Christ now. She cannot return to us but she showed the way she went and invited others to believe on Jesus Christ so that we could see her again some day. I am looking forward to that reunion.
This summer we took our vacation in Atlanta Georgia. The main event was a Braves game. Before passing Mom had made me promise to get the kids to a Braves game as soon as we could. She had wanted to go herself but her health was just too bad. So we went to a game the day before the first anniversary of her passing. I remember thinking about how that would play in a Master Card commercial: Trip to Atlanta $$, Tickets to a Braves game $$, Hot dogs and a drink $$$$$$, The memories of a promise kept… priceless.
Children are such a blessing!
I have always thought it was amazing that I have had children who were born in different years (obviously), different decades (1990‘s, 2000‘s), different centuries (1900, 2000), and different millenniums(2nd and 3rd AD) and had twins to boot!
Can you believe that the twins had the in-class portion of Driver’s education this year??? They are freshmen in high school this year. That can’t be right… but alas ‘me babes’ are suddenly ‘me teens‘. She played both JV and Varsity Volleyball this year. He has been on Varsity Baseball since 7th grade and he made JV Basketball again this year. (He played soccer last year as a fill in, but sat out this year. The soccer team all wanted him to play again this year. Maybe he will play again next year.)
Our little one started pre-school this year. I just turn around and it is another milestone in one of their lives. She is attending pre-school at RHRBC. That is the church I grew up in. Talk about a flood of memories!! The old building is gone but just being there evokes some strong memories of Mom and Dad; good memories.
This year marked two decades my wife has put up with me. She is either incredibly brave and loyal or dain bramaged. She is an incredible woman and a wonderful mother. Right now she is in the hospital recovering from surgery. Everything went very well, the operation was a success, and she is doing very well and may get to come home soon. She can recuperate here at home over the Christmas and New Years holidays.
I guess that leaves me to talk about. How can one describe such legendary grandeur in the mere fifteen lines left on this page? You can’t. It is impossible! Think of the Grand Canyon, the vast Atlantic Ocean, and then think of them being filled… with me, and you can begin to imagine my …. What my pants must daily endure.
You know, they say there are four stages of a man’s life:
1> You believe in Santa Clause.
2> You stop believing in Santa Clause.
3> You play Santa Clause.
4> You look like Santa Clause.
I have reached stage four; beard, belly and all. Ho, Ho, Ho!
So, there you have it, The Good, The Bad and the Ugly (maybe I’ll get a copy of that for Christmas) from Us to you.
Seriously, we wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas (while we are still allowed to say Christmas) and a Happy New Year.
D,T,K,D & E
January 20, 2008
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It was a mild September Sunday. I was languidly perusing the pages of a book when I was startled by a cry from my wife on the opposite end of the house. As I hurried to the location of the sound, she met me in the kitchen waving a small, plastic wand. “It’s positive!” she declared as she danced about the dining table. I stood there blinking as my world rolled off of its axis. There are some things for which we can never prepare ourselves; the announcement of a child is one of them.
The arrival of a pregnancy to hopeful parents brings with it a kaleidoscope of feelings. Emotion washes over you as intense and irresistible as a tidal wave. Surges of joy and trepidation accompany moments of pride and apprehension as you begin to grapple with a new identity. Parenthood looms over you – promising, threatening, and wonderful.
As time passed I watched my wife transform into a swollen version of that person who danced around me in the kitchen (the dancing had stopped by the fifth month). Morning sickness and mood swings dominated our household as the tiny life within her asserted his presence. Books and videos on parenthood became our primary source of information and many hours were spent in breathless silence as we awaited another kick.
Six months into the pregnancy, a routine doctor’s appointment revealed that Stephanie had developed preeclampsia. This meant critically high blood pressure that was a serious danger to both Stephanie and the baby. She was placed on strict bed rest until delivery, and we were warned that the baby would probably be coming earlier than either of us expected.
And that is precisely what happened. On April 21, 2003 (just six weeks later) Stephanie was admitted into the hospital for an induced labor delivery. That night the doctor informed us that he had scheduled the delivery for the next morning and that we should try to get some sleep. My wife followed his orders; I did not.
I became intimately familiar with the ceiling of my wife’s hospital room that night as I gazed up at it, listening to the seconds tick by on my wristwatch. I was overwhelmed with a feeling strangely akin to the Christmas Eve’s of my childhood. In a matter of hours I would be a father. The thought exhilarated me and terrified me at the same time.
Sunrise came and flooded the room with light. April 22 had arrived and so had the nurses to escort my wife to the delivery room. Pain, fear, and wonder ensued and at 10:00 that morning I was handed a bundle of blankets that had a tiny face inside staring up at me. And this is the point in this narrative when words can no longer fulfill their function in conveying true meaning. At that moment I experienced such emotion that to try to describe it would only risk sentimentality.
Perhaps the only way to explain it is to say that at that moment I felt as though I were holding an extension of myself transformed into a new person. A life that was indivisibly linked to me in its origin, yet completely individual in its actuality and potential. I was astonished by how fiercely I could love a face that I had only seen for a few moments. I wanted to tell him all of this. I wanted him to let him know how incredibly special he was; how much he had changed me. But I could not find the words and he would not have understood if I had.
January 20, 2008
This time five years ago, I was expecting our first child. My pregnancy had been normal as I slowly watched my feet disappear under my expanding belly. Nausea in the first trimester gave way to butterfly-like feelings in my abdomen. What a miracle! My body had become a home for this tiny person that I did not know yet, but whom I loved intensely. Each month ticked away with a visit to the doctor. “All is well” was each report…that is until the first week of March.
The week started out terribly. I got a speeding ticket. How could a State Trooper give me, a pregnant woman, a ticket? Sure I was speeding, but who could blame me as distracted as I was? It did not even bother him that I cried as I squeezed out from behind the steering wheel to find my registration. This could not be happening, we did not need this extra expense with a baby coming.
The week only got worse. I went to my normal check up, expecting the same “all is well” tag, but when my doctor came in, the expression on her face spread panic through my heart.
“What’s wrong?” I implored. I had not even been officially checked yet. They had only gotten my weight, blood pressure and made me pee in a cup.
“You are showing the early signs of preeclampsia, otherwise known as toxemia.” she almost seemed to whisper from the other end of a tunnel.
“What is that? How can this be? Things have been going so well. What is going to happen to me and my baby?”
“Preeclampsia is basically where your body is rejecting the baby. Your blood pressure starts to creep up and protein shows up in your urine. We are going to write you out of work until delivery and put you on strict bedrest. We don’t want you to even walk outside to check the mail. Rest, stay put as much as possible, for your sake and for the sake of your baby.”
I could not be written out of work, I had only trained my back-up for one day. She was not prepared. What was my boss going to say? Josh was not with me at this visit. What would he say? I could not even talk to him when I called, so I had to get the doctor to repeat what she had said to me. “It’s going to be okay.” He assured me, but my emotions were telling me otherwise.
The next six weeks are kind of fuzzy to me. People of the church fixed meals for us because if the meal planning were left to Josh, we would have cereal, Chef Boyardee and eggs everyday, although he would have meant heartily well. I had days that I spent in fellowship with my Father and felt His love assure me that no matter what happened, this was all part of His plan. Then I had days that I could not feel His presence and I cried…anxious over what would happen to my baby, starving for fellowship outside these four walls, and from just plain boredom (how many times can you watch the PBS lineup before getting sick of it).
Baby shower time came and I feel into deeper depression. I could not even properly register for the things we needed and wanted. We started the process, but had to quit because I could feel my feet swelling from the rising blood pressure. This should not be so hard to accept; it was just a luxury and I knew our family, friends and church members would make sure we had what we needed. But I longed for everything to be as it should have been. Even then, God assured me that this was part of His plan.
April came before long, and the doctors had made me their test subject. I had to do a few 24-hour urine samples and store them in our fridge, yuck! Then on April 21st, the doctors ran several tests and sent us out to wait closeby for the results. We headed over to Barnes & Noble to peruse their new selection of books. After what seemed like hours, they called us to come back. “Are you ready to have this baby?” they asked. I had not even packed my bags yet, oh great! “We have a room ready for you. We will induce your labor and since you are only 3 1/2 weeks early, all should be okay.”
We got settled in our room, called the family and prepared for the night. They gave me the medicine to induce and at 5:10am the next morning my water broke. Luke Christopher was born at 9:09am on April 22nd, just one minute shy of a 4 hour labor. He was amazing! This little life that we had been praying for was finally visible!
Luke had his normal up’s-and-down’s as an infant. Maybe a few more down’s because his lungs were a little underdeveloped, but now he is a healthy, happy, lively little boy. I look back on those days and I can see how God protected us, provided for us and used it all to teach me about His faithfulness and His friendship. All of this was in His plan.