Archive for August, 2009

It Could Always be Worse!

Saturday, August 29th, 2009
by Jim Finwick | No Comments »

I was having a pretty rough day today. You know the kind…it’s beautiful outside, and I am stuck inside working on some pretty tough stuff for work. In addition, the work is draining and emotional…the kind you don’t want to do on a Monday, let alone on the last Saturday of August! In the afternoon I called a friend to set up dinner with our wives on Sunday night. When he picked up the phone I said “what are you doing?” He said “sitting outside in the garden enjoying a nice lunch on this beautiful day.” That’s when the truckload of jealousy just backed up and dumped its entire load. So, I responded “Wow, that’s much better than what I am doing today.” To which he said “Oh, I don’t know…the topic of our conversation is death.” You see, his Father-in-law is in the hospital, in bad shape, and the family is struggling to make some very difficult, very real life and death decisions.

You know, it is not all about me. Sometimes I too know its not all about me. But today I realized how easy it is to fixate on all of the things around me that I don’t like. Things that are hard. Things that are uncomfortable. And I guess it is human nature to think my plight is so much worse than anyone else’s. “You don’t understand my pain”, “you haven’t been where I am”, “you have it easy!”

When we lived in the San Francisco Bay area in the early 90′s, we lived in a small (and up-scale) neighborhood called San Ramon. Nice place; mostly families and young professionals. Executives and their kids living out the American dream. Just on the other side of a small foothill was the city of Oakland. Pretty rough place. And I can remember thinking that there were some people in Oakland who had never been to the mall. Never sat in a fine restaurant. Never paid $4 for a cup of coffee. And that there were people in San Ramon who had never seen a neighbor shot to death. Who have never had to walk on the opposite side of the street to keep from being harassed. Never lived in fear because the house next door had been turned into a Crack House that was selling drugs to anyone who stopped by, any time of the day or night. Two cities, side-by-side, but worlds apart. And yet, the fact that someone’s manicure was totally botched and they could not get their money back and do not have time to have it redone before the party tonight, feels just as painful to them none-the-less.

I suppose it is about degrees of suffering. Or perhaps appreciation of your plight “in context” of what it could be, or what others have to endure. Intellectually we know that “it could always be worse”…in sort of a “all things work together for good” empty platitude way. But every once in awhile, we get a real glimpse that IT COULD, ALWAYS, BE WORSE! May we continually remember to be thankful, to be grateful, to be relieved and appreciate that, but for the Grace of God my life would be very different. And may we always remember that there is someone around us who could use a hand up…even it is just to the ledge we are on, only inches above theirs.

Savor

Thursday, August 27th, 2009
by David Dahlin | No Comments »

I like to savor my desserts. My buddy Jim noticed the other day how long I make my dessert last. I told him my secret. When I get down to the last bit I just keep cutting it in half. And in half again. And in half again. Until there is just the tiniest crumb or scrape of chocolate left on the plate. It helps me savor it. Because dessert is about the taste, the feel, the experience, right? It’s not about trying to fill up or eat a lot or get nutrition. No, it is purely something to savor.

Have you ever put a chocolate kiss in your mouth and just let it melt? No biting. No crushing. Just let it melt in your mouth. It’s amazing how much flavor and how much satisfaction is in one Hershey’s Kiss! And yet, most of the time we just pop something in our mouth, chew it twice and swallow. We hardly notice the rich flavor, the smooth texture, the delight popping over our taste buds. When we fail to savor it, we remain unsatisfied.

I’m afraid much of my life is like that. I fail to savor it. I fail to drink in the cool morning air. I fail to relish the smile of a friend as I come into work. I fail to enjoy the comfort of my favorite chair. I fail to absorb the feel of a good book in my hand. I miss the tingling sensation in my body after a good workout and a good shower. There is so much that I just fail to notice, fail to enjoy, fail to savor.

I’m convinced a big part of the art of living well is savoring life. Another day I’ll write about savoring pain. That is a hard one, but has it’s place too. But for starters, try savoring the small pleasures in life. Let a Hershey’s Kiss melt in your mouth and if you’re lucky enough to have a lover give you a real kiss, really savor that one!

Chained to our Stuff

Thursday, August 13th, 2009
by Jim Finwick | No Comments »

Our stuff.

As much as we hate to admit it, we are often very enamored with our stuff. When we start out in life we don’t have much stuff. In fact, we are thankful for whatever stuff other people have given to us. When we live with our parents, we just use their stuff. Then when we move out, we scrounge whatever stuff we can find. When Gloria and I were married in 1987 we had very little. My Grandparents had an old couch that they decided to give to us. The couch was a little worn out. So, out of the kindness of their hearts, they had it reupholstered…In the finest 1970, brown checked pattern you have ever seen. But you know what…we had a couch; and it was a sofa bed! And although we did not have very many overnight guests, it was much more comfortable than sleeping outside when I said something incredibly stupid or hurful to my new bride.

But after a while something subtle and unexpected begins to happen. We start to accumulate more and nicer stuff. And, in the accumulation, our attitude toward our stuff changes. At some point we have an outfit, or television, or car that we just would not want to live without. In fact, we have a tendency to get bigger and nicer containers for our stuff (houses) so that we can shove more stuff inside. And then eventually (and without awareness) we sense that a type of fear has crept into our life. The type of fear that comes from “hey, I don’t want to lose my house and stuff, so I better keep this job” even if keeping THAT job means not pursuing your passion as a dancer, or musician, or great Dad, or healer or…well you get the idea. Accumulating things and having control over lots of stuff, actually turns on you; to the point that your stuff gains control over you, and kills in you the richness that comes from knowing dependence on the One who will never fail you and can never be taken away.

In his great book “The Jesus I Never Knew”, Philip Yancey discusses the insights of writer Monika Hellwig, who lists the “advantages” to being poor:

“1. The poor know they are in urgent need of redemption.
2. The poor know not only their dependence on God and on powerful people but also their interdependence with one another.
3. The poor rest their security not on things but on people.
4. The poor have no exaggerated sense of their own importance, and no exaggerated need of privacy.
5. The poor expect little from competition and much from cooperation.
6. The poor can distinguish between necessities and luxuries.
7. The poor can wait, because they have acquired a kind of dogged patience born of acknowledged dependence.
8. The fears of the poor are more realistic and less exaggerated, because they already know that one can survive great suffering and want.
9. When the poor have the Gospel preached to them, it sounds like good news and not like a threat or a scolding.
10. The poor can respond to the call of the Gospel with a certain abandonment and uncomplicated totality because they have so little to lose and are ready for anything.

In summary, through no choice of their own — they may urgently wish otherwise — poor people find themselves in a posture that befits the grace of God. In their state of neediness, dependence and dissatisfaction with life, they may welcome God’s free gift of love.

As an exercise I went back over Monika Hellwig’s list, substituting the word “rich” for “poor” and changing the sentence to its opposite. “The rich do not know they are in urgent need of redemption…The rich rest their security not on people but on things…”

Next, I tried something far more threatening: I substituted the word “I.” Reviewing each of the ten statements, I asked myself if my own attitudes more resembled those of the poor or the rich. Do I easily acknowledge my needs? Do I readily depend on God and on other people? Where does my security rest? Am I more likely to compete or cooperate? Can I distinguish between necessities and luxuries? Am I patient? Do the Beatitudes sound like good news or like a scolding?”

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Love Complicates the Life of God

Sunday, August 9th, 2009
by Jim Finwick | No Comments »

In his great book “Epic” John Eldredge talks about the gift that God has given mankind in the form of a human heart. Our ability to love, and the freedom that God gives us to love is amazing…and terribly risky for God. Here is how he explains it:

“God gives us the freedom to reject him.
He gives to each of us a will of our own.
Good grief, why? He knows what free-willed creatures can do. He has already suffered one massive betrayal in the rebellion of the angels. He knows how we will use our freedom, what misery and suffering, what hell will be unleashed on earth because of our choices. Why? Is he out of his mind?
The answer is simple and staggering as this: If you want a world where love is real, you must allow each person the freedom to choose.

‘Power can do everything but the most important thing: it cannot control love…In a concentration camp, the guards possess almost unlimited power. By applying force, they can make you renounce your God, curse your family, work without pay, eat human excrement, kill and then bury your closest friend or even your own mother. All this is within their power. Only one thing is not: they cannot force you to love them. This fact may help explain why God sometimes seems shy to use his power. He created us to love him, but his most impressive displays of miracle — the kind we may secretly long for — do nothing to foster that love. As Douglas John Hall has put it, “God’s problem is not that God is not able to do certain things. God’s problem is that God loves. Love complicates the life of God as it complicates every life.”‘
(Philip Yancey, Disappointment with God)

Any parent or lover knows this: love is choosen. You canot, in the end, force anyone to love you.”

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Cross Train your Brain #7

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009
by Jim Finwick | No Comments »

By briefly shifting from your current thoughts and thought processes, you allow your brain to attack your problems in different and creative ways. We call this “Cross Train your Brain”.

Let’s face it, taking your mind off of your normal thoughts (including your fears, stresses, anxieties, planning, worrying, regrets, etc.) is a great way to disengage mentally (in other words to take a break) and to flex your brain in a way that you normally may not. It may be a logic problem, a math problem, a science problem or a simple riddle. in any case, it will get your brain working in a different way than normal…and, who knows, you just may have a little fun in the process.

This puzzle may be very easy for you to solve, or very hard. If the answer does not come immediately, we would like to encourage you to not give up too quickly. Don’t rush to view the answer, but really ponder the question. Approach the problem from different angles. Try to think in an unconventional way (i.e. “outside the box”).

Now, flex that brain!

Consonants and Vowels

Fred and his wife, Nikita, were having a conversation about words while on a road trip.

Fred said, “I am thinking of a devilishly tricky word that has five consonants in a row.”

Nikita countered with, “That’s a good one, but people are lining up to find a word with five vowels in a row.”

What words were Fred and Nikita thinking of?

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