Bloo v 0.17 . . . almost

Bloo version 0.17 is [almost] deployed. There are quite a few changes in this version and I’m having trouble with some of the security settings (comments aren’t working at the moment, for instance. D’oh!)

But for now I need to go watch Blake totally dominate in soccer (seriously, this kid can play. Ok, I’m his dad.) So I’ll be back later to do the final fixes to get this version solidified.

Watch me for the changes . . .

Update: Found the problem with comments. The new security worked a little bit too well.

Not meant for goodbye

Something woke me up

In the midst of

Dream and fantasy

Halfway there

But He always fills my cup

And He lifts me up

Oh how He lifts me up!

Goodbye

Goodbye

Walk away

It’s time to say

Goodbye

– Plankeye, Goodbye

And when he had said these things, he knelt down and prayed with them all. And there was much weeping on the part of all; they embraced Paul and kissed him, being sorrowful most of all because of the word he had spoken, that they would not see his face again. And they accompanied him to the ship.

– Acts 20:36-38 (ESV)

Thus did the Apostle Paul bid farewell to the elders at Ephesus.

How many times in our lives has a similar scene played out? There is something unnatural and wrenching about goodbye. We fret about how to say the word, what to do “when it comes down to the end”. Goodbyes are uncomfortable and awkward. They involve a letting go of something we care about. Letting go is also unnatural for us humans.

Why is it this way? I wonder. I was talking about this tonight with my friend Brad, who is moving to Seattle in three days. I believe that the word “goodbye” was invented at Genesis 3:7. In other words, “goodbye” is a product of the fall, a curse of our fallen nature.

We were not meant for goodbye. But when we fell we died, and every goodbye is, in a sense, another memory of that separation from what we were meant to be, another reminder of the marring of the wholeness we were created for.

But among Christian brothers and sisters every goodbye is temporal, and our separation a mere nanosecond when logged against the annals and eons of eternity. We will see someday that we were never truly separated.

And one day we will laugh with joy together in the presence of our King

. . . and we will never say goodbye again.

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

– Revelation 21:1-4 (ESV)

Agnus Dei

A couple of years ago over at Thinklings, Jared hosted a Thinklings Writing dealio where each of the original seven wrote something to be published on the blog. In response to this invite I wrote a short story called Agnus Dei, based loosely on a church drama written by my friend David Arcos which I had seen years earlier.

In all the server angst Thinklings underwent this year I lost track of the “writings” section of the blog. But I was reminded of this short story when I got reconnected with David this past week, after not having had much contact for years. He’s a great, Godly guy and a great friend (and let’s hear three cheers for Google!)

I retrieved the html for this one off of one of our past servers and have redeployed it to our site.

A snippet of it is below:

The smell hung heavier in the air as he walked slowly up to the nearest pole. It was roughly-hewn. Could have used some smoothing, he thought to himself. Father and I could smooth this wood. He examined the pole, unconsciously mimicking the practiced carpenter’s eye of his father. He noticed that there were dark streaks running down the pock-marked wood of the pole. A fly was feeding on one of the streaks a few inches from his eye. He shooed the fly away as he noticed some large, rusty nails lying in the dusty ground near his feet.

He reached out to touch the pole. At its touch a tingle ran down his spine and a brightness appeared around the periphery of his vision. He could almost hear the wings rustling around him. He knew something big was about to happen, something he hadn’t seen before. He laid his palm flat on the pole and closed his eyes. And in that moment he was overwhelmed. He felt the presence of his unseen friends.

You can read the whole thing here: .

Perfect Peace

You keep him in perfect peace

whose mind is stayed on you,

because he trusts in you.

Isaiah 26:3 (ESV)

Yes. Peace.

That’s something I need right now.

Every day has its trouble. Nothing truly bad is happening. But there are stresses and pressures and risks and frustrations that assault every day. Some days more than others.

And here’s this promise, written to people who would be unable to comprehend the comparative luxury and security I live in. God promises peace; perfect peace to the one whose mind is stayed on Him. Peace, which is often so elusive, is to be found through setting our minds on the One who is the Prince of peace. It seems too easy.

I don’t understand it.

But then again, I’m not supposed to.

Colossians 3:16

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.

– Colossians 3:16 (ESV)

Have you ever noticed that a lot of the “3:16” verses in the New Testament are amazing?

What I picture when I read this verse is the foundation of a healthy, balanced church. Notice the ingredients:

1. The words of Jesus, who is the Word of God, dwelling in us richly. What a great choice of words: to “dwell” means to “live and make one’s home in”. This is not a call for us to merely learn the Bible. It goes far beyond that. It is aking those sacred words in, letting them dwell in us, a living influence and governor over our thoughts, actions and words. And the words of Christ are not to just live a poor, shabby existence in our lives. No, they are to dwell in us richly; putting down deep roots, taking up the best rooms in our spiritual “house”.

2. Members of the body teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom. Each member of the Body of Christ is commanded and empowered to build up those around them. To “admonish” means to “reprove gently but earnestly”. “Reprove” means “to find fault with”. There is a corrective principle in the church that is to be put in action, gently but earnestly, and with wisdom. If done right, this is a beautiful thing. If done right, it is God’s grace lived out among brothers and sisters who are not content to let eachother fail.

3. Rejoicing and worshipping in song together. We are to sing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs, thanking God for all He’s done. When the voice of the church is lifted up in spirit and in truth, there is nothing like it. As an aside, churches are splitting these days in their wars over worship. I’m no theologian, but it appears to me that God grants us freedom here to sing psalms (and what a treasure-trove the psalms are), hymns (for those who love the great songs of the faith) and spiritual songs (which can include almost anything God-honoring, including praise choruses and modern worship). I don’t see any way to lose here, provided attributes 1 and 2, above, are put in practice.

Picture a Body living all three of these! And let us begin being that Body in our world.

Happy Birthday Jared!

My friend Jared is without a doubt one of the coolest and most intriguing people I’ve ever met. And today is his birthday; he turns the big 3-0 today!

The first time I saw Jared was when he was a junior in high school. Jill and I were walking into the atrium of our current church for the very first time. We had moved to H-town from San Antonio and had left a wonderful church there where we had worked in the youth group. So I had my eyes peeled for the students at this new church, as I had a hankerin’ to get involved (it actually took me two years to finally get involved but that’s another (long) story). Anyway, I saw this kid holding court in a throng of students. I could tell he was a leader. For some reason I always remembered that, and this was months before I actually met him.

Two years later we became friends on a long van-ride back from camp in Colorado, and it’s been a friendship that has blessed me and changed me more than I can express. To be honest, I think Jared’s influence is why I blog. You see, a few years passed and Jared moved to Nashville and he invited me to begin conversing with other young guys of like mind – the Thinklings – over email. That experience expanded my horizons greatly.

And out of all that, a blog was birthed, and the rest is history.

Jared posts on his birthday today, and included in the post is a list of the things he can’t do anymore (from Esquire’s Things a Man Should Never Do Past 30)

Coin my own nickname.

Use a wallet fastened with Velcro.

Rank my friends in order of best, second best, and so on.

Ask a policeman, “You ever shoot anybody with that thing?”

Tap on the glass.

Shout out a response to “Are you ready to rock?”

Name pets after Middle Earth characters.

Jokingly flash gang signs while posing for wedding photos.

Give “shout-outs.”

See any movie with elves, mutants, wookies, or other non-human characters on opening night.*

Wear Disney-themed neckties.

Air drum.**

Eat Oreo cookies in stages.

Call “shotgun” before getting in a car.

Dispute someone else’s call of shotgun.

Have any furniture that involves cinder blocks

Say “two points” every time I throw something in the trash.

Say goodbye to anyone by tapping my chest and even so much as whispering “Peace out.”

Life just got a whole lot less fun.

* That’s b.s.

** Drat!

One thing I’m sure Jared will do now that he’s past 30 is get his novel published.

Happy birthday, Bro. I love you.

The real Corn-King

I think it’s time for a little Lewis*. Here he offers insight into the miracle of the feeding of the five thousand:

Once in the desert Satan had tempted Him to make bread from stones: He refused the suggestion. ‘The Son does nothing except what He sees the Father do’; perhaps one may without boldness surmise that the direct change from stone to bread appeared to the Son to be not quite in the hereditary style. Little bread into much bread is quite a different matter. Every year God makes a little corn into much corn: the seed is sown and there is an increase. And men say, according to their several fashions, ‘It is the laws of Nature’, or ‘It is Ceres, it is Adonis, it is the Corn-King.’ But the laws of Nature are only a pattern: nothing will come of them unless they can, so to speak, take over the universe as a going concern. And as for Adonis, no man can tell us where he died or when he rose again. Here, at the feeding of the five thousand, is He whom we have ignorantly worshipped: the real Corn-King who will die once and rise once at Jerusalem during the term of office of Pontius Pilate.

– C.S. Lewis, The Business of Heaven, a portion of the reading for April 13th

* of course, I think it’s always time for a little Lewis. It’s scary how quotable that man is.