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July 22, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

The site is asking what I’d change about modern society. Probably a lot. But that’s not what I’m thinking about this weekend. You already know I’m a man that reads the Bible, and one of the passages I came across last week was one where Peter said I am a slave to whatever controls me. Passages and verses in the Bible are different as we are different. We don’t ever read the same book twice, because even as the words stay the same, we don’t.

So. What controls me? I’ve decided it’s food, the gym, and sex. This is complicated because all 3 are wonderful gifts from a Loving God.

To not make any of us uncomfortable, I’ll use the gym as the example we’ll discuss. I lift weights (and do a small amount of cardio). Exercise is a healthy lifestyle, fitness is positive, it’s a good thing to take care of myself. I should tell you I’ve always had a weight problem, and this is still sort of true. (I am classified as ‘morbidly obese,’ if you listen to the doctor’s charts.) Sometimes, the thing that gets me to the gym is not fitness, not positive, it’s the outpouring of an angry heart that is operating out of old tapes in my head. It is punishment. It is not a choice, or even a reward, the local Planet Fitness is my master. Or rather, the mean voices in my head that tell me I’m not enough, unless… or that I’m whatever and I’ll always be whatever, they become the masters of me.

The gym is awesome, and I love it. I don’t even so much mind that it’s not really a choice anymore, in a manner of speaking. It is so much a part of the fabric of me that I don’t have to. However, a rest day is not evidence of some defect, it’s a necessary facet of self-care. But too often, I spend rest days with some level of guilt and shame. These feelings are no longer oppressive, but I’d be lying if I said they weren’t there at all, and they are often the impetus to get me to the gym instead of beauty or gratitude or pleasure or even agency. This is mastery.

Food is a little different. It’s healthy and nourishing, relational, a blessing. But I very often don’t choose what to eat out of self-care and thanksgiving, I choose out of simple primal desire for whatever tastes best (like processed sugar-laden junk) that will damage me. Maybe it’s not that different, it’s a master that isn’t concerned with my well-being, and is, instead, bent on the opposite.

Anything we can’t stop, or that distorts our moods and emotions when we do stop, is a master. And we are it’s slave.

These things are gifts, I am not a slave to the socks I got at Christmas. I am not a slave to the Church, or Three’s Company, or my favorite songs. These are gifts, they add color and texture, and make my life so much better. So does food and sex and the dead lift. Until they don’t. Until they are the stern task/master that is holding the keys to me.

So now what? What do I do with this? I can’t cut them out, nor would I want to. I simply want them in their right place, as blessing instead of curse. Maybe that means more rest days. (It’s funny, most people’s New Years Resolutions are to go to the gym more often, mine would be to go less often. Weird.) Less sweets, or more mindful sweets? Maybe it means more and more sex, though. Haha. Probably it means that. But maybe “mindfulness” is the solution to all of this. If I am here, now, rooted in my identity, making conscious decisions, instead of some animal led around by unquestioned natural instincts, then I might be able to break free of their chains, and who knows? Maybe these things take on new meaning and overwhelming beauty that was impossible to see from underneath them.

Dinner

July 12, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

The site post is asking who I’d invite to a dinner party, and it’s too easy. I’d invite the same people with whom I spent the last week; the Angel and my 2 sons. We were on a family vacation. This year, we chose not to go to the beach (well, not exactly…the Angel and I went on a beach trip a few weeks ago, just the 2 of us) and to, instead, spend the week in the woods of Pennsylvania.

Last Sunday was the 12th anniversary of the faith community we started in our house, the Monday we set out for adventure (sort of). We stayed at an Airbnb, went to a waterpark, which was much better than I expected, and to a small tourist town, which was worse that I expected. We did other things, but mostly just were with each other. It’s such a blessing to actually like your family, 5 stars, highly recommended.

So, I’d like. To have dinner with them. I’d like to share bites of our meals, steal fries, laugh out loud, and discover brand new facets of the people we are becoming in every conversation and every precious moment.

The youngest will leave for college after this year, the oldest is now working at a terrific job he loves. Thankfully, they are both here now, but they will not always be. The youngest also has a fantastic girlfriend, so we seem to be 5, often. We have to love them, but as you are well aware, we don’t have to like them. They’re smart, hilarious, quick-witted and not as deep as they will be. They hide some things they don’t yet realize they don’t have to carry alone. They’re a little unsure of themselves in some situations, confident and purposeful in others. A nice metaphor for identity and comfort in who we are, is the struggle to find a place to put your hands. These 2 boys are amazing to watch find where they are going to put theirs.

And my feelings for the Angel have been well documented. In one of the shops in that little overrated town, I saw a crafted sign that said, “I’d rather fight with you than kiss anyone else.” That’s true, when the person you’re fighting with is the woman of your dreams. But that’s enough about her, you already know.

And now we’re home from vacation, and just finished one of these perfect dinner parties. And I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

Significant Week: Youth Sports, pt ?

June 24, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

Today’s site prompt is: How important is spirituality to you? And I think that’s funny, because spirituality is the glue that holds any- and everything together, gives meaning to routine, significance to each moment, weight to all of our relationships. How important? The question doesn’t make sense because nothing exists without spirit, it’s like asking, how important is breathing to your workouts? There isn’t a workout without breath, there isn’t an us without the spiritual element (whether we acknowledge it or not).

But that isn’t why I’m writing, it was just an interesting prompt. So interesting, in fact, that maybe I’ll nose around and see how others answer.

I’m writing because this is a fairly significant week for me. Decisions have been made (I think) and these particular decisions will lead to many more. I have coached youth sports for 10+ years, in different fashions. I’ve been an assistant and the head coach, baseball, basketball, and soccer (even though I really hate soccer). Mostly, this was out of necessity, 8 year-olds need parents to volunteer, whether they know/understand the game or not. Then, I stuck to baseball, because I have been a ballplayer. Which was pretty great, we won lots and lots of games, and lost lots and lots of games. This year is the first one where the team I’m coaching doesn’t include either of my sons. That’s sort of unusual, and if I’m honest, I don’t even like baseball too much anymore. But I like the boys I coach, I’m invested in their lives, and I know that I’ll create a safe environment where others might not.

The season began and I thought it would be the last, because leaving my family to go to the field was nearly impossible. But then the kids were great and I changed my mind and this was where I belong, in ministry with bats and baseballs. Then no way, then of course, then then then, changing with the wind. The kids were always great.

If I were to leave, then what? Without this particular ministry, where would my ministry be? What exactly would I do with this time? And what about the program we’ve built? Or the league? Who knows? But is it my responsibility to answer that question, should I be one who knows?

There have been many, many moments and experiences, faces and families, lesson after lesson on being and becoming the human beings they will be, who we will all be. And when I think of those things, I am overwhelmed, honored, grateful, and sad, in equal parts. I have been so blessed to receive the gift of being able to do this, and I will choose to do it no longer. In any small way I have made an impact, the people I’ve done it with, and for, have impacted me to an exponentially greater degree. I’m a very different person than I was 10 years ago.

As far as those questions, I don’t know. But I will. Some of those questions aren’t mine to answer, no matter how loud the should’s and supposed to’s and what if’s and but’s scream. The ones that are are exciting and wide open. I wonder.

This weekend will be the last games for us, and for me. That feels fine, I don’t mind complex, complicated situations that require many more than 2 hands to hold. Of course, there will be loss – all change is loss, after all – that has to be mourned and reconciled and integrated. And it will be. I’ll keep growing, I’ll continue to be a very different person that I was, than I am.

But that’ll be later. Today, we have a ballgame.

My Favorite Thing

June 17, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

The site is asking a fun question, “What is my favorite thing about myself?” Now, this is a space we don’t often like to explore, either because we can’t see the great in us, or because we can, but don’t want to seem arrogant or boastful.

Humility isn’t thinking less of ourselves, like one of those negative voices in our heads that lie like rugs and tell us we’re not enough, that we’re worthless. Humility is an accurate picture of ourselves, that’s all. It’s seeing, acknowledging the beauty in us, as well as the not so beautiful parts. It is knowing who we are, honestly, with all that entails.

I have believed those voices for many of my years, only relatively recently have I allowed some new programming in to recalibrate my self-image. And, baby, that’s a nice, new development.

I love how much I love music, how art touches me in the deepest reaches of my soul. I love that my heart responds in the way it does to Morrissey. Not everyone’s does; those people are wrong, and I’m sad for them. I love the color of my eyes, and the shape of my head (to make my shaved bald dome not look so odd.) I can catch and throw baseballs easily.

I wonder if tomorrow’s site prompt will be the things we like least about ourselves? I could/would answer that, too.

But my favorite thing about me is… Well, there are 2. First, you know that friend who is enthusiastic about everything? This ride, this movie, this song, this moment is his/her favorite EVER. That’s me. I’m like a golden retriever. I’m pretty present. I leave my phone in the car so that you are the only one on earth for me right now. I get excited for new releases, lose sleep over your wedding, because these are the moments of my life (our lives) and they are real and awesome. Built into this is immense, overwhelming gratitude.

And the second is how sensitive & empathetic I am. I feel everything (for me and for you) soooo deeply.

Of course, as it usually works, the best thing is also the worst thing. I do have to be careful of being what’s called a ‘prisoner of the moment.’ I am an “always” and “never” person, because this is happening now, which means it’s the only thing happening.

AND, my soft mushy heart makes my life significantly harder and infinitely more painful. It’s wonderful, and it’s horrible.

But these things are me, how I was created, the gifts I’ve been given, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

23

May 29, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

Last time, we talked about “having it all” or living a “best life.” This week was my 23rd wedding anniversary, so maybe I should have mentioned that.

I’m a simple man, and that’s a very good thing, because my life and ministry is primarily to climb into complicated, chaotic situations. Work, for me, is connection/relationships and doing the best I can to bring peace and hope into anxious, hopeless, sometimes wildly unstable spaces. This is work, but the thing about having identical personal & vocational missions is there’s no division between on and off. I don’t really have days off. But I don’t want them, either. To me, this is purpose, and it’s heavy and keeps me up lots of nights, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

However, the truth is, I couldn’t do it at all if my home & marriage wasn’t a place of physical, emotional, spiritual rest. It’s very difficult to step into the drama of others when your life is dramatic. There’s simply not enough left to fully engage with the storms others are facing when we’re exhausted with our own raging storms. If I’m being punched in the face, it’s harder to notice your fight, much less come to your aid.

This brings me to the Angel. She’s calm and easy. It’s 23 years but sometimes feels like 100, but, at other times, feels like I met her yesterday. I don’t know what 23 years feels like, or should feel like, but what I know is that I am completely, totally open with her (as the Bible says, “naked and unashamed”), but I also get butterflies when I kiss her, just like the first time.

I told her last night, that I very often focus (at least out loud) on the ‘lover’ aspect of our relationship. I very often tell her how foxy she is, and how 23 years of marriage has done nothing to dull my attraction to her. So, on a public pie chart, that’s the biggest piece. But on the pie chart of my heart, it’s probably a smaller piece than the rest. She’s my best friend, my partner, an inspiration and model for living a life of faith. She gives strength by simply being who she is in a world that isn’t always kind to the beautiful ones. Kind, merciful, the best mother to her sons and mentor to the rest of the people lucky enough to be in her orbit. She’s creative and confident, capable, talented, driven, brilliant, gifted hand over fist by her Creator. Did I mention knock-down gorgeous? How staggering is it that when thinking/speaking about the best looking woman in the world, her looks aren’t anywhere close to the best thing about her? We’ve built a calm life from the ground up, so that we can walk anywhere, enter into any circumstance, because this soft, loving home is waiting to refill all we’ve lost outside.

We make choices, right? The best choices feel easy & obvious in retrospect, but upon further inspection, require days and years of building. The path to our particular marriage and home is marked with uncomfortability and perseverance (only Heaven knows how many arguments and sleepless nights this path has contained, so far), where it might have been easier to check out (in whatever form “checking out” takes) than to keep building. “Having it all” certainly isn’t easy, and it has lots and lots of exit ramps, but those obstacles don’t make it less of a blessing. Maybe they make it more. More significant, more valuable, more our own.

I have no idea why she’d marry someone like me, but that’s her problem, not mine. My responsibility in all of this is to remain grateful, with wide open eyes to this amazing life I’ve been given.

The Best All

May 25, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

Today, the blog website is asking, “What does ‘having it all’ mean to you? Is it attainable?” I can’t say that I’ve ever considered this, even as the phrase “have it all” has been used in songs and advertising campaigns pretty much forever. It reminds me of that other mindless, subjective cliche, “live your best life.” What is this best life? Doesn’t that sound like having it all?

So. What is this ‘all?’ Is it money? How much is enough? Does anyone actually have enough? I heard a statistic once that, when people were asked how much money they needed to be comfortable, everyone, regardless of income, answered 10% more. Greed (or the lust for more) is a wild contrast with the process of transformation (or the desire for growth.) Success? What is that? Is it a great job? Is a great job one you love or one that pays very well? Great is awfully subjective, too. Is ‘all’ marriage, children, pets?

Marriage and children is fairly controversial now, I guess, but pets aren’t. Do I need a pet to have it all? And will a fish do? Or a guinea pig? A nice car? Hot tub? White picket fence? Perfect white teeth and washboard abs? Do other people have to envy me? Does this have anything to do with anyone else? Is this concept of all, or best life, universal? Or is it as individual as we are?

What about spirituality or education? Or mental & physical health? Is it as simple as having out needs met? But in this country, do we even know what we need? Or is it a matter of want? Or have we completely conflated the two? Is there a practical difference? Significance, meaning, purpose, connection…do these things matter?

If these prompts are designed to spur thought or conversation, this is a fantastic success. I suppose everyone’s answer is unique, but what probably isn’t is a sense of gratitude & contentment. It doesn’t really matter what the what is, it’s how we hold it. If we wrestle our lives and aspirations, squeezing them into submission, as we continue to climb higher and higher, desperately looking for the next rung, or mile-marker, nothing is (or will ever be) all. But if it’s what we have, here and now, and we can hold what we have been given with soft careful hands for as long as we have them, those things become treasures that are absolutely priceless. We become the kind of people who fall in love with all of this beauty, and that sounds exactly like a best life, if you ask me.

Sacrifice

May 17, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

What sacrifices have you made in life? is the site prompt today. I’m not exactly certain how to answer. Each Yes comes with a thousand No’s. To choose this shirt or these shoes requires not choosing that or those. Is that a sacrifice? Living where I do, maybe we don’t know what true sacrifice is, yet relativity exists, so our perception makes our sacrifices (whether they match up with others or not) true.

The pain of a middle school heartbreak is not the pain of living in the Middle East at wartime. The anxiety of college acceptance is a different kind of anxiety than the citizens of Ukraine feel, but that doesn’t make the heartbreak less painful or the anxiety less authentic.

So, my American middle class sacrifice is real, in theory. Now, what’s mine? I chose time at home over time at work chasing a high paying job. Consequently, I do not have the nicest car in my neighborhood or a house out of a magazine. But I do have an A+ marriage, kids I actually like, and I’ve not missed a game or concert throughout school. I have 2 college degrees and am the pastor or a church we started in my house. I could have a different career – unless you are one of the legion of the pastors of a megachurch, this is not a path to obscene wealth. Maybe I could have made different decisions, but considering the joy I live with, and the happiness I feel, why would I have made them?

I could probably kiss another woman, but the Angel’s kiss is the sweetest, and I don’t ever want anyone else, even the tiniest bit. Is that sacrifice? Does sacrifice have to feel like a sacrifice? And if it doesn’t, is it simply agency?

I’ll tell you what sacrifice I’d like to make in my life, and intend to make: I’m heavier than I’ve been since 2017, and this cannot continue. Not because I’m vain or have a poor body image (which, I suppose, I do), but because my joints ache a little more than they did 15 pounds ago and because I have a pair of shorts I like that I can’t fit into (and am not wasting any money to replace), but mostly because I’d like to live as long as I can with the blessings I’ve been given. So, under either definition, this is a sacrifice. Making different choices in the kitchen is agency and it sucks. Wish me luck…

Anxious People

March 15, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

I just finished Anxious People, a novel written by Fredrik Backman. It’s the 2nd time, and I’m fairly certain I’ll read it every 6 months for the rest of my life. I finished the last 50 or so pages in my bedroom with the door closed, my son is home from work today, and I can’t stop crying.

(It’s nothing he hasn’t seen, he’s pretty comfortable with this kind of scene, but I don’t want to stop until the tears have finished on their own and I’m good and ready to stand.) It’s sometimes difficult to explain these tears. I’m not sad, I’m in love, and they are quite different tears.

If I were to be a book, I would want to be this one. It’s about a bank robber, hostages, death, beautiful boundless life, music, books, fathers & mothers & sons & daughters, spouses, marriage, divorce, mistakes, suicide, forgiveness, deep hopelessness and the perseverance of deeper hope, God, and love – for ourselves, each other, and this wonderfully complicated mess of today, every day, and this world.

This week was full. My mushy heart was broken several times, and grew 2 sizes every time. I was very very hurt and very angry, argued, fought, slept, wrote lots of pages of things I’d probably never say, sang too loudly, danced, ate less food than I wanted, threw baseballs, ran, lifted weights, screamed, laughed, held hands, kissed, my spirit fell so far I thought we might never get up, then we did. And here we are, alive and so thankful.

There’s no big, ‘important’ purpose to this post. I really just wanted to say hello, and that I hope you’re ok. Actually, now that I think about it, what could be more important than that?

Fog

February 29, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

Today’s site prompt is “Do you like your job?” I loooove my job. I would have never guessed when I was fighting with my high school guidance counselors that there was a job/mission/call/life like this, or that I could possibly be so blessed to find myself in it.

An interesting thing, before I get into what I really want to share: I have been sick, on some level, since November. It’s either 1 long illness, with varying degrees of severity, or 4 or 5 new, different ones. It doesn’t matter too much which of those is true, it’s been a tough year. A few weeks ago, I was quite sick (I still have some lingering symptoms, which may or may not resolve). I am no stranger to respiratory and nasal maladies, but this bout carried a certain “brain fog” (at least that is the phrase I’ve heard more and more since COVID, and it fit like a nice new sweater). I hadn’t worked, created, thought big, complex thoughts, and I hadn’t posted for weeks. I tried.

[As a side note, I plan for this time of year. Late February-March is historically a very difficult time for me, for lots of reasons. I know this time brings with it a desperate need for unaccounted-for downtime, which I have learned to take. But that does mean that I work like crazy in the spaces when I am not laid out by my broken heart & spirit. My work takes the form of one long-form piece (whether anyone else recognizes this or not). Each sermon stands alone, as well as standing together in what can best be described as a concept album of spirituality.]

When I looked at my work, during this time spent under the weather, I had absolutely no idea what the concept was. I kept asking, what was I thinking here??? What am I getting at? What am I trying to say? I didn’t post because I’d stare at my blank screen with even less than the emptiness of the screen in my head. Now, that has changed, this is my 3rd post this week. I have returned to my life.

What I meant to talk about is MIchael Jackson and Drake, Nirvana, Seinfeld, M.A.S.H., and Netflix. But we’ve gotten too far into this side street to begin. I’ll write it for next time. I suppose this is simply a celebration, instead. Of this terrific job, the lifting of the fog, today, engagement & presence. Of no longer missing moments because I am fuzzy and disconnected from my own soul. And that IS a celebration.

Silly Site Prompt

February 27, 2024/The Bridge Faith Community/Leave a comment

The site prompt today is, “If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be, and why?” W

hy would I ever want to be anyone else???? Why would I want a different life? And If I did want a different life, why wouldn’t I set a new course and change mine?

Maybe our lives would become different if we’d simply lean in to the beauty that is already there that we’ve been missing, wishing we could be someone else. Nope, I wouldn’t want to be anyone else. I’m very grateful and happy where and who I am right now.

Love With A Capital L

A journey towards living an inspired life of love in the modern world

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