Mind the gap

My youngest daughter Charis was going thru some tough times late last fall.  She’s a verbal processor.  I would watch as she worked out her feelings with Jana, both trading a few sentences, frankly, as women do so well to confirm clarity, empathy and connection.

Then I tried it.  You know, you just throw in a few words when there’s a gap.  “Stop interrupting me,” Charis said.  “Hmm,” I thought, “I just did what they did.”  They’d continue talking, I’d see another gap, and then, “Stop interrupting her,” Jana would say.

I was really confused.  I could not see what I was doing.  I took it back to Jesus.  “If two women I love and trust are telling me I’m interrupting them, then I need you to show me what I’m doing here.”

And this next part was awful.  I learned that I was interrupting women across the board – women who lead companies and medical practices that are my customers, women who are strong and resourceful and are my peers at work, women I respect who are connected to our ministry and love others so well.  Ouch.  And I would tell you that I honor women and I’m an advocate.

I went back to Charis after this discovery and thanked her for her courage to call me out and shared what I learned in the process.  My lesson?  Mind the Gap.  Waiting for my chance to blurt out a quick fix to someone’s problem, or whatever it is I think that’s more important than what they’re saying, does not build connection or honor my sisters.

It’s real simple

I think we make Christianity a whole lot harder than it is.

Part One: We have a beautiful God.  He is good.  He’s in a good mood.  He really likes you.  He wants to pour out his affection on you.  He feels this way about everyone, including the people you think he couldn’t possibly love.  Pour out your affection on him.   Learn how to listen for his song.

Part Two: We’re made in His image, and as my wife Jana would say, that includes the fact that we are hard-wired to forgive.  Stop carrying all this stuff around.  Clean slate.  Walk in awareness.  Forgive people, stop keeping a record of all the ways you’ve been wronged.  And guess what?  You’ve hurt some people along the way too – own it, and go make it right with those people.  Rinse.  Repeat.  Clean slate.  Love one another.

PS: These two parts are meant to function in unison; not, I do this one first really good and then I do the other one.

Finding their voice

Jana and I led a marriage retreat this weekend with our friends Adam & Catherine.  One of the things we’re committed to is giving opportunity and passing the torch.  The two of them just knocked it out of the park.  They’ve done the hard work of honesty and vulnerability with each other, creating safe spaces for real communication and connection.  They’ve soaked themselves in the love and affection of God.  They have truly found “a love that surpasses knowledge.”  And beyond all this, they have found their voice and their core message.

One of our catch phrases has been to rescue, restore and release, that our ceiling would be the floor for the people we have the good fortune to coach.  I completely get now what John meant when he said, “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.”

What will you take with you?

My friend Chad led our small group this morning.  He asked two great questions:

  1. What are you carrying right now that you want to take into the future?
  2. What needs to be left behind?

We all carry some level of baggage.  How awesome would it be to lay some of this down, to examine our own hearts and forgive some people, or go make it right with someone you have harmed?

We all need grace.
We all need a clean slate.
Why not start with you?

I confess, I cheated

Taking my youngest daughter to see Young the Giant this week in Knoxville. I’ve listened to them a bit, but I was feeling unprepared for the concert. This morning I pulled a set list from a recent show so I could make a playlist, then immediately confessed to both my daughters that I felt like I was cheating and cramming for a test.

And then I thought:
What other areas of my life do I feel like a poser, or where am I cramming to look more prepared than I am?
Can I be good with living my life in the moment, enjoying the time with my daughter, instead of having to look like a fan?

Next week: Bethel Music, in Knoxville, no cramming required; then Switchfoot, (on the 15th) & a friend just gave me their new album.

If you’re ever in Jackson, MS…

… make sure you go to the Mississippi Civil Rights Museum. Allot some time. Bring your Kleenex. It wiped us both out.

Incredible that we could ever have treated each other like this, that it could have gone on so long, that as freedoms approached they were fought against so hard. There is more work to do. I wondered what the leaders from the 50s/60s would say if they could see where we are now.

Praying reconciliation and healing over our country and wondering what my part needs to be in this.

“There’s something out here that I’ve got to do for my kids, and I’m not going to stop until I’ve done it.” – Medgar Evers

“I just felt like someone had to take a stand. Life itself is just a chance. Who knows what going to happen tomorrow.” – Marjorie Brandon

“Faith is taking the first step when you don’t see the whole staircase.” – Dr Martin Luther King, Jr

Can’t keep a secret

I’m going to Lebanon later this year, with some friends, to work with a national pastor who’s loving on the Syrian refugees there. While I was asking God about confirmation about this trip, he took me to Mark 7:24, where Jesus was also visiting what we now call Lebanon (Tyre and Sidon). In my NIV it says, “he entered a house and did not want anyone to know it; yet he could not keep his presence secret.”

It’s no secret that the war in Syria has been devastating, and that somewhere between 1.5 million and 2 million refugees are now in Lebanon, a country of about 6.5 million. Said another way, every fourth or fifth person is displaced, unable to stay, unable to return home.

In the midst of all of this, we have the reality of the kindness of God, his present love and care for each of us now, and that he wants to bring hope, life and healing. He just can’t keep a secret.

The 11th commandment

My friend Hunter Lindsay likes to say the 11th commandment is “Thou shalt not fake thyself out”.

I remember my tough days of false-self-awareness when people would applaud my vulnerability about my own mistakes by saying, “well, you’re being honest about the issue, so that’s half the battle.” And I was so content to stay at half, and not do the work to go the rest of the way to freedom.

What’s your payoff for staying stuck?

Is there any place you’re not being honest with yourself?

What can you own about your part of the mess?

You might not be able to see all the way to freedom in the area that’s come to mind, but can you start with “willing to change” and invite God into the situation?

New day, new week

Here’s a thought for your Monday morning, and your week ahead:

“At the end of the day, at the end of the week, at the end of my life, I want to say I contributed more than I criticized. It’s that simple.” – Brene Brown, Dare to Lead

And here’s a thought for your year:

“How about this be a year that we work hard to embrace what the Lord has declared over our life and make that the only thing we say?” – Bill Johnson

We get to choose to strengthen and build and encourage others by what we say. We can make the same choice in how we speak to ourselves. Change your language and see if things don’t start to change around you and inside you.

Scarcity & opportunity cost

Remember the first principles in Econ 101? The scarcity of resources and opportunity cost?

Today I’m thinking about these concepts in relation to the scarcity of my time and the opportunity cost of wasting the time I’ve been given on a range of emotional options that include, but aren’t limited to, fear, negativity, bitterness, or resentment. Life is too short.

What joy do I bypass, what time do I lose, when I choose to camp out in that space? Sure, tough things come my way, and I’m not looking to numb out emotionally. I’m just saying that the sooner I can catch my self in a tailspin and remember that I have choices, I think the happier I’ll be.

As Sweet Brown would say, “ain’t nobody got time for that.”