Heidi and I have recently taken a renewed interest in hiking. In past years, we would occasionally go hiking, but we never really kept at it because traveling to Camelback Mountain, or Squaw Peak was always too much of a trek. Now that we have discovered the trails at the nearby White Tank Mountains, our love for wilderness recreation has been reborn.
On our first hike, we decided to try one of the intermediate trails. The total hike was somewhere around 4 miles round trip, and took us about 2.5 hours. I wouldn’t say that it was a difficult hike, but it was relatively challenging for two people who have not been hiking in years. On the way down, I thought it might be nice to view the scenery rather than watch my step, and I ended up spraining my ankle.
Prior to our most recent hike, we visited Sports Authority and loaded ourselves up with the right hiking equipment (ankle-supporting, waterproof hiking boots and Camelback water packs). We planned to go hiking on President’s Day.
It rained on President’s Day.
We were bummed because we were both looking forward to hiking on our day off. We stayed home and watched a movie that afternoon (we watched “Pride and Prejudice” as it happens — a great film). At about 4:00, we looked to the West and saw blue skies. That was an invitation from God to enjoy his creation by hiking through it. So we headed out.
We took the waterfall trail hoping that the day’s rain would make it possible for us to actually see water running over the falls. The weather was absolutely beautiful. Once we got to the top and saw the waterfall canyon, we turned to head back down the mountain. As we were making our way back, I noticed a very dark, ominous cloud come blowing in over the mountain. By about 1/4 of the way back down, we were beginning to be pelted by hail. After the hail came the rain. After the rain came more rain.
By the time we made it back to the car, Heidi, Bella (our dog), and I were soaked to the bone. It was the most fun I have had in a very long time. Heidi, who absolutely HATES being wet and cold, even agreed that it was fun hiking through the rain.
I think that watching that show on the Discovery Channel called “Man vs. Wild” has given us both a sense of adventure when it comes to braving the elements on our own. Please, no comments about how not-a-big-deal it is to hike in the rain. We are starting with rainstorms and working our way up to the Amazon. Baby steps…baby steps.
Mistakes are common. Every one of us makes mistakes on a daily basis. Mistakes can be as benign as putting your left sock on inside-out; they can be mistakes of negligence like forgetting to feed the dog; they can even be communication mistakes that acidentally start arguments — like when your wife asks, “Do these pants make my butt look big?” while you are playing 007 and you unwittingly nod, “Uh-huh”.
Mistakes are unavoidable. The tragedy regarding mistakes is that, on occasion, people make BIG mistakes. BIG mistakes are not all that common and are therefore not easy to overlook.
Last week, I had the glorious fortune to commit a BIG mistake with my job (please note the sarcastic italics). My mistake is far too freshly-committed at this time for me to go into detail, so I will save the specifics for another day (or another year perhaps). When BIG mistakes are committed, it is always good for others to offer sincere consolation to the offender. My boss, Pastor Greg, very mercifully told me this funny story in response to my BIG mistake:
On the very fist day of his new job at IBM, an employee made a mistake that cost the company over 2 million dollars. The next day, the employee hand-delivered his resignation to his boss.“What is this for?” the boss asked.
“I figured that after yesterday’s mistake,” replied the man “that I would be fired for sure. I wanted to save you the trouble of firing me by resigning.”
The boss looked at the employee and asked, “Why in the world would I fire you after just spending 2 million dollars to train you?”
You see, I have learned that the key to life after BIG mistakes is learning to never commit the same mistake a second time. Let’s all pause right now and say a prayer that I don’t commit my BIG mistake again…
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Amen.
Heidi and I love the home team that we have been with over the past year. They have become some of our best friends of all time.
Last month, the group we have grown so close to mutated into two new home teams. I say “mutated” because the other similar words that popped into my mind didn’t do justice to what happened. To say we split implies that we went our separate ways after some sort of fallout — that didn’t happen; to say we multiplied sounds to me like we all just started producing babies at rabbit-speed or something — to date only Brent and Jessica have produced a baby while in our home team (due March 12, 2007!); to say that we diversified our interests is just too corporate America.
I choose the word mutated because it makes me think of the movie “X-Men”. In that movie, mutation was both a bad and a good thing for society. For us, our mutation was bad in the sense that we were choosing to take half of our group and have them participate in the exact same event that we had every Wednesday night for over a year, only in a different place. We were losing time with friends that we looked forward to seeing and studying with each week.
What we realized, however, is that our mutation would allow other people in our church the chance to feel the same connection and spiritual growth that we experienced over the past year. Our home team was given a great gift. For us to hoard our personal connection all for ourselves would be selfish and short-sighted.
I’ll be honest, the members of our home team do not have special powers like the “X-Men” characters (though, I do believe that Aaron is part Superman), but we have been given the chance to share the power of God’s word through Bible study, and a chance for others to feel connected to Palm Valley through our home team.
And those are powers that must be shared with others.
Most of you who read this blog know that I occasionally play guitar for the praiseteam at Palm Valley Church (that is until Derrick Logan came waltzing in with his tall, spiky hair and soul patch, and showed the world that there are far better guitarists out there. Just kidding buddy — you rock major big-time bad).
What many of you don’t know is that I owe just about anything I know about guitar to my fellow praiseteam member Jason Palmer (shown above shredding some insane licks on his axe). I am really a very “special ed” type of guitar learner (MiMR for you educators out there). It has just never been something that comes naturally to me.
Ever since right after college, Jason has slowly shown me how to play guitar. It all started when we played together for Sunday Night Alive (a contemporary service trying to make it in the Presbyterian world — don’t ask, please). He led the band with his bass and I was the
As time went on, I entered into the magnificent world known as, “Notes Other than G, C, or D”. From there, I journeyed through “The Land of Bar Chords”, a place full of inward cursing and kicking things out of frustration. We also visited “Tempo Town” and “Rhythm Ridge” from time-to-time. Finally, after all my travels, I began to resemble an actual guitarist. Then the contemporary service went bye-bye.
Years later, I joined PVCs team and grew as a guitarist a little more each week that I was on. About 9 months after that, Jason and Nikki started coming to Palm Valley and I prodded him to join the team. He was leery at first, but finally relented. Now, we get the chance to play together semi-regularly and he continues to help me refine my skills.
My newest venture is to become more adept at the electric guitar. It is different in many ways than playing an acoustic. Sometimes it feels like I’m starting over again. But I know that I have the best guitar teacher I have known helping me along — and that makes me feel more confident when it comes time to melt some faces!
Thanks Jay. You rock!
1. Work with Passion
For me, working with passion means that I need to realize each day that my work might catch the eye of a hurting person and offer them a step toward healing that they never knew was there. My work might help a person who has become cynical about church feel more comfortable because we have created a church environment they can actually relate to. My work might make it easier for someone to invite a lost friend to church.
If I continually cultivate passion for what I do, it will show in my work and ultimately help to touch lives.
2. Lead with Integrity
We all know in our heads what the perfect boss should be like, how the perfect leader would act. But put us in a position of leadership and we oftentimes find that becoming a leader of excellence takes a great deal of self-discipline and is nowhere near as easy as we thought it would be
Leading with integrity means that we develop a consistency that characterizes our lives, public and private. I know that, in order to focus on being a good leader at church, I need to also focus on paying my bills on time or helping with dishes at home. A true leader is able to strike a balance between excelling at work and excelling at home. That is my goal.
3. Develop and Unleash Leaders
This one is tough for me at times. On one hand, I love enabling people to take initiative and step out in leadership; on the other hand, I also have difficulty letting go of control because I tend to be a perfectionist. I guess you could say that I do a better job at development and a poorer job at unleashing.
With the “Seize the Moment” campaign coming up, I am going to be forced (in a good way) to rely on others to help me. During this time, it is my goal to identify, develop, and unleash leaders who will then go and do the same. I want to loosen my grip on my ministry so that potential leaders have room to spring up around me.
4. Cast Vision Regularly and Creatively
When we lose sight of our vision, we become discouraged and tired. Ministry begins to feel like a job. Setup and teardown begins to tire me more and make me grumpy. But when I focus on the fact that by rolling out mats or running cables I am creating an environment that may lead someone to Christ, the burden of it seems so light and I actually begin to enjoy it (don’t tell Mark or Greg).
If I am to raise leaders up and call people toward a goal, I will need to cast the vision. No one will work for Michael Gray, but they will work if they see that their efforts make a difference in the lives of others.
5. Honor Your Family
I love my wife more than anything, and I need to become more protective of my time with her. We used to work close to each other and commute together for 1 and 1/2 hours a day. I loved spending that time with her each day. We also had the entire weekend to ourselves. Now, we only spend evenings together (times where we are usually exhausted from the day) and only part of the weekends together (her days off are my days on).
An entire day with Heidi is a rare occurence.
While I love my job, I am going to have to learn to leave it from time to time for something I love far more. This may mean that something doesn’t get done. That is tough for me. But I know that honoring my job above my wife is not honoring God — even if I work for a church.
Well, I just returned from another evening of torture, I mean playing basketball, at LIFETIME Fitness. I do not use the word torture in a physical sense (though a fat guy playing full court ball is not easy on the body), rather in a mental sense. If I am going to be specific, I think maybe it is more of a masochism because no one is inflicting mental anguish on me; I am simply doing it to myself.
You see, in my head I play ball like I did when I was in high school. My mind makes crisp passes to my teammates, boxes out for monster rebounds, posts up strong in the paint, even drives to the hoop for the occasional dunk. In my head, I am a force to be reckoned with.
But then I get the ball in my hands and, for some reason, my brain disconnects completely from my brain stem. The grandiose images of me implementing my “skills” come face-to-face with the harsh reality that even the nerve endings in my body have become fat and lazy.
My brain tells my body, “There’s Darius streaking to the hoop. Let’s zip a pass to him and give him an assist!” but my nerve endings only receive, “There’s Darius streaking. Wouldn’t that be funny if he really was streaking? Wonder what’s on CSI tonight?”
By that time, someone has stripped the ball from me and made a layup on the other end of the court. Darius is looking at me like I should probably be in sculpting Play-Dough snowmen with the kids in daycare. All I can do is say, “Sorry man, my brain stem is not fully connected to my brain.” That usually doesn’t inspire much confidence in my teammates. They don’t pass me the ball much after that.
As you can see, the mental anguish is quite a hurdle for me. I’m going to keep at it though. One of these days I’m going to whip the ball to Big D and he’s going to soar in for a layup, and when he turns to head back down court, he’s going to point to me and say, “Nice pass Big Dawg.”
Then I will know that my brain stem is making a comeback.
I am just now wrapping up one of the most relaxing and enjoyable days that I have had in months. Today I had the chance to spend the entire day with Heidi — an event that has become almost completely foreign to me. With our differing work schedules, we have almost completely forgotten what it is like to have a full day alone. I am off on Fridays — she works. She is off on weekends — I work. She is still on her Christmas break (she is a teacher) and I stayed at work yesterday until 10:00 to ensure that I could actually take today off.
I cannot tell you what a pleasure it is for me to spend time with my wife. She is so fun to be with and she completely eliminates any stress or frustration that I feel. She helps me to regenerate strength and a positive attitude, just by being near me. We didn’t do anything particularly eventful today, we just had a whole day to ourselves. No work. No friends. No family. No church. No plans. Just us.
We slept in until 9:00. We drank our coffee in bed and played Mario Bros. on our new Nintendo DS (thanks Dad). We ate a late lunch at Panda Express. We got Jamba Juice for dessert. We went Christmas shopping (we are having a late Christmas with her family on Sunday). We took the long route home from the mall and just talked. We got home and watched 2 movies. We ordered Papa John’s. We drank hot chocolate.
To some, this may seem like a wasted day.
For me, this was my kind of Friday.
I just got finished watching the last of the Fiesta Bowl between Boise State and Oklahoma University. I am not tied to either of these teams in any way and I didn’t watch much of the game, but I was floored by the way Boise State played at the end. Seeing a game come down to the wire is entertaining enough, but watching an underdog team win using a very tricksy playbook is absolutely amazing.
Congratulations Boise State. You earned it.
I just returned from experiencing an afternoon tea at the Grand America Hotel in downtown Salt Lake City. I’m sure that many of you manly-men might wonder why another guy would ever consider being within 100 yards of an afternoon tea, but it was really enjoyable.
This place is a 5-star hotel and is incredible. We (me, Heidi, my sister Erin, her husband Jared, and my mom) sat just off the main lobby where we were served finger sandwiches, scones, desserts, and of course tea. I chose a white tea, which I have never heard of before. It was great — had a bit of a spicy, peppery flavor. Very unique taste.
While we sipped and ate, we listened to a very gifted harpist playing music in the center of the room. What is most interesting is that the harpist was Elizabeth Smart. You may remember a few years ago that she was kidnapped from her Utah home and forced to wander around the west in a disguise as one of the wives of some very bizarre self-proclaimed prophet/savior/messiah. She was rescued about a year later — something that almost nobody could have predicted.
While listening to her play her harp beautifully, I began to feel bad for her situation. Here she was playing elegant music in front of people who recognize her and whisper comments to the people around them about what had happened to her. I’m sure that all the people who make comments do not mean to be rude or hurtful or judge her about anything, but I imagine that she feels a tremendous burden while she sits in front of people in such a public setting.
I imagine that each time she makes eye-contact with someone she wonders if they are thinking or talking about what had happened to her. Replaying bad memories on your own is problem enough, but I would guess that being reminded of your past in the eyes of a perfect stranger has to be even more difficult. I pray that she is able to live her life without the past constantly haunting her.
All things aside, she is an amazingly capable harpist and it was a pleasure to hear her play.
I just learned of a very interesting online sweepstakes — one that I would absolutely LOVE to win. If you go to www.disneypirates.com, you can enter a drawing to have your likeness added to the next ride update of Pirates of the Caribbean at Disneyland. Added as in have a new animatronics character that looks like you placed in the ride.
Wouldn’t that be the most amazing thing — to have thousands of people a day, from all corners of the globe, float slowly by your pillaging likeness? To remind friends and family to watch for you singing, “Drink up me hearties, yo ho!” while your new buddies dip the mayor into the well (“Don’t tell heeem Carlos. Don’t be cheeekin”.) Or better yet, what if you got to sail by and see yourself place a bid at the wench auction to have that redhead as your bride (We want the redhead!)? That would be awesome.
In addition to the chance of becoming a part of Disney history, the winner will also get:
A 3 day/2 night trip for four to Glendale, California where all members of the party 16 or older will receive a tour of Walt Disney Imagineering, the winner will sit with an Imagineer to do the artwork necessary, and the party will have lunch with an Imagineer.
A 3 day/2 night trip for four to Disneyland, including the Pirates of the Caribbean suite at the Disneyland Hotel, use of a VIP tour guide at the park, park hopper tickets, covered meals (including one lunch at Blue Bayou), and a $100 gift card for buying merchandise.
I am so winning that.
