Thursday, May 28, 2009

Red, White, and Blue

Sitting here between Memorial Day and July the Fourth, I’m feeling just a little more patriotic than usual. Therefore, today’s J.W. List will honor some of my favorite things Red, White, and Blue.

Favorite Red stuff:
- A plump, juicy Red Delicious apple
- The sun right before it dips below the horizon on a cloudless day
- Christ’s blood shed on the Cross
- A cardinal strutting and chirping in the springtime
- An autumn maple leaf
- My proofreading pen
- Georgia Bulldogs, Atlanta Braves, Atlanta Falcons, Ole Miss Rebels

Favorite White stuff:
- A blanket of snow on top of a mountain
- The soft hair of a Maltese puppy
- Gandalf’s beard
- A Rick Pitino Louisville game suit
- Marshmallows
- A powerful lightning bolt in a summer storm
- A blank sheet of paper ready for a new chapter

Favorite Blue stuff:
- The ocean
- The sky
- Smurfs
- The color of the Smoky Mountain haze
- The hot base of a flame
- Cameron Crazies
- Atlanta Braves, Ole Miss Rebels

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Wise Words from a Humble Man

We sang the hymn “Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken” in church this morning, and even though I had sung it before, the words really hit me today. They are not only beautiful, but there is profound truth woven throughout the verses. It captured me so much that I decided to look up the song’s author, Henry F. Lyte. What I found is that he was born in Scotland in 1793, moved with his family to Ireland because of war between Britain and France, and was soon abandoned by his father and left orphaned at the age of nine when his mother died. He went on to become an Anglican pastor, successful poet, and hymnologist despite battling tuberculosis for most of his life up to his death at age 54.

Knowing Lyte’s background has made the words of this song that much more poignant. His humble attitude drove him to surrender to Christ, and this faith produced great endurance in a clearly difficult life, all leading to a bright, victorious hope of future glory. The last verse is especially amazing!

Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue.
O while Thou dost smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.

Man may trouble and distress me, ‘twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me; Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, ‘tis not in grief to harm me while Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ‘twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure; with Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called Thee Abba Father; I have stayed my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather; All must work for good to me.

Soul, then know thy full salvation rise o’er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station, something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee, think what Father’s smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee, child of heaven, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer.
Heaven’s eternal days before thee, God’s own hand shall guide us there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

A Moose Encounter

While hiking in Alaska’s Denali National Park last summer, my two friends and I were strolling along one of the few trails (most of the park is trail-less, meaning it’s just you, the mountains, and the bears – very fun!) and we turned a corner and … there was a huge statue of a moose. I thought it was odd that there would be a statue in the middle of a trail, and then it moved. It was a real moose! That’s not something you see very often in Mississippi, so it kind of took me by surprise. Even better, it was a mama moose with her calf. Well, it was awesome and breathtaking until her maternal instincts kicked in and we were suddenly the enemies. After she made a couple of small charges at us, we decided it was best to continue around (in a wide circle) the pair of moose.

But not before we got a short video taken by accident as we were fumbling around with cameras, nerves, and adrenaline. You may not be able to tell, but the adult moose was HUGE – bigger than a Clydesdale horse.




And some pictures:

Friday, May 22, 2009

Made for Another World

C.S. Lewis poetically captured in his masterpiece, Mere Christianity, “If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

As much as I love this world (too much most of the time) and the great things that God created in it, I am increasingly becoming aware of this longing deep within my spirit for something more. Something better. Something more alive, brighter, more fulfilling, indeed something even more real than what I am currently able to touch, taste, hear, smell, and see. Oh, for heaven and a life together with God himself!

In his own philosophical, poetic, fantastical way, Lewis wrote on the subject of heaven, earth, and hell in many of his books, most especially The Great Divorce, which is a must-read for anyone interested in the topic. I think he gave a fresh perspective on the timeless truths of the Bible that tell us that we are most certainly to live in this world, but not to be of this world (John 17:11,16) and that the present earth is only our temporary home, whereas the eternal destiny of God’s children is with him in paradise (Hebrews 11:13-16, 2 Corinthians 5:1-2, Revelation). On the other hand, those who are not in Christ or of God are destined for eternal separation from Him in hell (1 Thessalonians 1:8-9, Matthew 25:41).

New Zealander Brooke Fraser beautifully puts to music some of these thoughts in her "C.S. Lewis Song":

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Slowing Down in a High-Speed World

We are all aware that we live in a time when life moves faster than at any other period in the history of our world. The internet has revolutionized the way people communicate, do business, and shop, having sped up and “progressed” basically every aspect of life. Other relatively recent inventions like the high-speed automobile, refrigerators, microwaves and televisions have also altered the course of history.

What I often ask myself, when I have a few spare seconds during my hurried schedule, is what happened to the old ideals of resting, taking things at a more gradual pace, being patient – slowing down? It seems that the ambitious drive, the ethic of hard work that makes America what it is, has perhaps driven itself into rather an extreme state. People (like myself sometimes, unfortunately) hurry from one activity to the next without breaking for a second. The most important thing in life seems to be whatever is the next activity – the next project at work, the next big trip, the next TV show coming on, the next phone call to make, the next twitter update, and on and on …

With all of this in mind, I would suggest that slowing down and resting (in a healthy way) are actually quality activities, and even ones that are recommended/commanded by the very word of God. Even the Creator of the Universe, after six days of strenuous creative labor, took a seventh day to sit back and enjoy his work – to reflect and to rest! I believe that His is a good example to follow. Indeed, work should be our main priority. About six out of seven days (roughly 85 percent of a given week) is to be spent working. But that leaves 15 percent to be used in healthy rest.

What is healthy rest? I believe it starts with a reflective mind and heart fixed on Jesus Christ that will compel someone to thanksgiving, prayer, worship, and even Christ-like service to our fellow man. Where it goes from there is usually up to the Holy Spirit. One of my favorite authors, George MacDonald, summarizes rest like this: “The cessation of labor affords but the necessary occasion – makes it possible, as it were – for the occupant of an outlying station in the wilderness to return to his Father’s house for fresh supplies to sustain life and energy. The worker goes home at night and returns in the morning to the labors of the field. Mere physical rest could never on its own build up the frame in such light and vigor as come through sleep. The heart and mind must rest, too, and thus be supplied for the work ahead.” The goal of healthy rest seems to be to prepare us for work. Our work will not be as efficient, cheerful or fruitful without this rest.

Can we slow down and be still in this high-speed age? Are there benefits to doing this? Without preparing a laundry lists of advantages and disadvantages, I will simply wrap up this blog entry with an excerpt from my journal. I won’t normally do this, but this excerpt from April 20, 2008, seems particularly appropriate.

It’s amazing how much one can observe – things that normally go completely unnoticed – when simply sitting still outside on a bright, sunny day. Birds chirping in communion with one another, a bee lighting on a fully-loaded yellow flower, the rhythmic brushes of a friendly breeze, that still ever quiet voice telling you everything will end up good despite how bad it may seem. I just wonder, how much of God’s beauty do I miss by keeping myself in such constant motion? Because when I am still before Him, I can actually hear Him. Maybe not in an audible voice, but in a slow, sublime way He reaches down into the depths of my soul and captures my attention, like for the first time, and reminds me of His beauty and His creative power, and of the unrelenting hold that His love has on me, of the truth that He is in control of everything, and that His word will never return to him void, to the point where I am utterly compelled to rejoice of His greatness and bow before Him in humble adoration while being renewed in my spirit the desire to sing and proclaim of His great glory to the end of the earth. Oh what majesty of God is revealed through simple quietness!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Musical Favorites

Most people who know me know that I like to create various lists about stuff – whether it’s a to-do list or a collection of favorites just for my own amusement. I plan to make this a semi-regular activity on the blog, and who knows, maybe it will even provide some benefit and/or entertainment for whoever stumbles across the list …

Today’s J.W. List – Some favorites from the world of music:

Favorite lyricist: Derek Webb
Favorite movie soundtrack composer: John Williams
Favorite singer I’ve recently discovered: Brooke Fraser
Favorite rapper turned folk singer-songwriter: Lauryn Hill
Favorite hymn to sing really loud: It Is Well with My Soul
Favorite instrument I wish I could play: tie, the bassoon or the hammered dulcimer
Favorite place to sing: in the shower
Favorite European band: Coldplay
Favorite female voice: Beyoncé
Favorite male voice: Brian McKnight
Favorite singer from my hometown (Macon, Georgia): Otis Redding
Favorite CD to play when I’m sleepy: anything by Allison Krauss and Union Station
Favorite CD to play when exercising: Donnie McClurkin’s “Psalms, Hymns & Spiritual Songs (Live)”
Favorite CD by a former American Idol contestant: Carrie Underwood’s “Some Hearts”

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Has Reading Become Obsolete?

Reading. It’s pretty common to see a billboard or some sort of flyer calling parents to make their children read, to teach them how to read and how to reap the benefits of that skill. But this blog post (my first in fact!) is a slightly different call.

I’m calling all the adults out there … WE NEED TO READ MORE.

I was talking with a co-worker over lunch yesterday and the topic of reading came up. I mentioned that I didn’t watch as much TV as I used to and that I actually spend a fair amount of time reading books. With a dumbfounded look on his face, my co-worker said, “Wow, I can’t remember the last time I read a book.” That got me thinking. I am sure he is not the only post-high school or post-college adult who could say that. It seems our culture, in its obsession with instant gratification, has drifted well away from the “old-fashioned” practice of reading novels for pleasure or heavy volumes for information, replacing such with a quick TV show or movie or a Google/Wikipedia search. Ha, even this blog is going to be relatively short so no one’s attention span is stretched too far.

So, why read novels or biographies or extended essays anymore? Isn’t a well-crafted movie or TV episode a better use of our precious time? Well, here are some reasons that I believe reading books is still an immensely valuable activity:

- Being able to read well benefits you in many areas of life (e.g. following detailed instructions at work, appreciating a newspaper or magazine article, sifting through important legal documents)

- Reading a novel can be a more satisfying and deeper experience than watching a movie, even a really good flick. For example, a character in a movie only has one face, one voice - that of the actor. In a book, all the characters take on whatever look or sound your mind gives to them. Use of imagination is not limited to only little children!

- Like many things in life, that which takes longer and is perhaps more difficult is often more worth the effort in the end.

- Whatever you learn from reading a whole book is probably going to sink in much deeper and be more easily remembered than a quicker version of the same lesson.

- Finishing a book gives you a really nice sense of accomplishment...especially a long one!

Anyone else have more reasons to read? Or perhaps reasons not to?