STRONG OPINIONS FROM ROB: on santa-

when I was a kid, I remember believing in santa, until one day when my dad said, "you know that's not real." my mom shouted at him, but I could tell by both of their reactions that he was right.

when we had our own daughter, we decided that we were not going to talk about santa- other kids could, but we didn't. we wanted Christmas to be about jesus. I remember one time I was talking to my daughter- she must have been 4 or 5, and she was talking about santa and asking if he was real. I said, "who bought mom's presents?" she said "we did." "who bought dad's presents?" "we did," she said. "well- then santa didn't bring them, it was us." she said, "are all of the stories at church fake too?"

that's when I knew that it was not only a preference to not talk about santa, it was important to the future of my daughter's faith. if I present all of these fairy tales, and then at some point declare that they are pretend, why wouldn't she doubt the stories from the bible? why wouldn't she put an invisible God who hears her prayers in the same boat as santa- who brings her toys once a year?

my experience just confirms this- I hear about kids getting expensive toys from santa because they are good- and kids whose families can't afford those toys wondering why santa gave their friend something expensive and them something cheap. were they not as good? its heartbreaking.

I see families going to elaborate measures to convince their kid that santa came, and ate the cookies they left for him, and got their letter. its a lot of deception, and is setting their kid up for a heartbreaking conversation.

and in the end, it causes kids to associate Christmas with presents, toys and santa, and not jesus.

every Christmas I see churches singing songs about santa and having pictures with santa- I think God in heaven see this and is nauseated.

I know its cute to see your kids get excited about the magic of santa, and the hope of what he might bring them. its cute to read their letters and listen to their hopes, but is it worth deceiving them and creating mistrust about things that are truly supernatural? I don't think so.

God is love.
-rev rob

christmas thoughts, questions, and theories

in the Christmas story, the Magi are said to have come from the east. Matthew writes, "After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem  and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.”

according to wikipedia, the Magi were priests in Zoroastrianism and the earlier religions of the western Iranians.

So- these Magi- or the three kings of the Christmas story, were priests from the middle east- and they were experts in astrology. they kept watch on the night sky, and when there was a new star in the sky, they knew it immediately.

here is my theory: the magi were told of the birth of Christ 600 years before the event by the prophet Daniel.

the prophet Daniel was in Iraq, or Babylon about 600 years before the birth of Christ. the book of daniel says that, "the king placed Daniel in a high position and lavished many gifts on him. He made him ruler over the entire province of Babylon and placed him in charge of all its wise men."

Daniel was in charge of all the wise men- or chief of the magicians, enchanters, astrologers and diviners. I believe that the Magi would have been under his leadership and influence.

Daniel had often seen visions of the future, and he even saw the reign of Christ when he saw his vision of a statue made of different materials.

what if Daniel saw the birth of Christ?

what if he foretold the time of the birth of Christ, the place and the miraculous sign of a new star over Bethlehem?

I believe that he did foretell these things and he wrote about them in ancient Zoroastrian texts. The magi read these texts for centuries; and for centuries they looked for the Christmas star. when they saw it, they knew that it signified the birth of the king of the jews. when they saw the star, they traveled to Jerusalem to look for the child and to worship Him.

Herod didn't know anything about this, because he didn't have their ancient writings. Once he did learn of the child, he attempted to destroy every male child in order to eliminate any rivals to his throne. He would have not have done this if he did not sincerely believe that the Magi were looking in the right place, at the right time, for the right person. He took their word seriously; they traveled a long distance and brought expensive gifts to honor the new king. They went to all of this effort and expense because they were certain that their ancient writings were correct.

so- daniel had been planning for Christmas for nearly 600 years.

even long after his death, he had left a clue of when and where to find the long awaited messiah- and he gave the clue to pagan priests.
  

which begs another question: how long does it take for a star to appear?

how much time does it take for a star to develop in the heavens, and then show its light to the naked eye on planet earth?

According to Google, about 10 million years.

so- God had been preparing for Christmas for 10 million years.

in reality, He had been planning it since the beginning of time.
"But when the set time
had fully come, 
God sent his Son,
born of a woman,
 born under the law,
to redeem those under the law,
that we might receive adoption to sonship.
Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba, Father.”  
So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child;
and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir."

God is love.
-rev-rob

STRONG OPINIONS FROM ROB: on swear words-

the topic of swear words has come up quite a bit over the last few weeks- I thought I would put down some thoughts about it.

we just had my mom's funeral- I made an announcement to my family members that went something to the effect of, "we will be in a church. please refrain from swearing in your sharing." did they? no.
In all honesty, I was embarrassed by it. my brother later came up to me and said, "do you think that your church-friends were offended by that language?" I said, "no. they swear in front of me all the time."

which leads me to another thought: everyone swears around me.
everyone.
like, every single person I know.
not just the PG-13 words- even the rated R ones. most of the people I hang around with either go to church or work at church. what does this mean? does it mean that I'm a safe person and people know that if they swear around me that they won't be judged? maybe they see me as a bit lower than super-pastors and feel more comfortable to swear around me? maybe they assume that they will find a swearing-buddy in me? do I look like a cusser?

when I was in middle school, I accidentally said a swear word in front of my mother. she called me out on it and I was humiliated. which is funny because neither she or my dad had any issue using swear words themselves.

I get it though. sometimes a swear-word is the perfect word for a given situation. I'm sure that there are times when swearing feels like a relief or even cathartic.

which leads me to another thought: I don't swear. ever.
I didn't swear much before I became a Christian, and it wasn't too hard for me to stop after being a Christian. I don't struggle with that at all. in a lot of ways, I think swearing is sort of a litmus test for a person's perceived commitment to Christ. when I was a kid, I would go to church and see friends from school there. for some, I would say, "I didn't know they were a Christian, but now that I think about it, that makes sense to me." for others I would say, "THAT KID is a Christian?! have you heard their words? I have a hard time believing that." I remember a time growing up when my brother brought a friend from school over to the house. I overheard my brother tell his friend that I worked at church. his friend had one question: does your brother cuss? and my brother said, "I have never heard my brother cuss." even now I listen to people's words and it gives me an indicator of where they are in their commitment to obeying God right now.

which leads me to another thought: tv is bleeping fewer words. lately the S-word is being un-bleeped on many shows. but- hey, I'm a grown-up. I can watch tv shows that don't bleep the S-word right? I was watching a show on netflix that was not bleeping the S-word. my daughter came in the room and I warned her, "there might be some swearing on this show." she asked me, "why would you even watch a show like that?" it was a good question, and I felt convicted by her words. we watch this show about tattooing and they stopped bleeping the S-word. unfortunately, that's pretty much their favorite word on the show. even though its a show about some amazing art and talented artists, I reluctantly told my kid, "I don't think we should watch this show." she gave me zero-protest. I was a little blue because its a cool show, but I was impressed with her commitment to use good words and to make good choices with the media she consumes.

I was speaking about this recently in student ministry, and a student came up to me later and told me that it was unreasonable for a Christian to not use swear words. she told me that she swears all the time and so do her friends. I see friends on facebook all the time sharing their favorite bible verse, and then the next day use profanities to describe how they are feeling or what they think about something. I heard a ministry leader use profanities on a phone call with a volunteer. now- it seems that I'm hearing more and more profanities from politicians and on the news.
it just seems out of place.
its not just unprofessional, its really a lapse in Christian obedience.

a lot has changed since I first became a Christian, and first became a Christian leader. back then Christian leaders didn't get tattoos, they didn't watch rated -R movies, they didn't drink alcohol or visit bars, and they certainly didn't use profanities. I can accept that I'm from a different time and a different generation, but I think this is beyond generational trends- there are bible verses about not using profanities and choosing godly words.

reading through this, I feel like I'm sounding legalistic or boasting about myself. I'm nowhere close to being perfect, nowhere. but does that mean we shouldn't even try? at this point, I could insert a bunch of bible verse about words, or obedience but that's not necessary.

in the end, I'm not going to start swearing. but if you swear around me, I won't freak out about it. I really believe that our words tell others about us, and like it or not, a person's words tell me about their heart.
my encouragement for my Christian friends is the same encouragement that I give to my students: chose good words. your words open or close doors for you. they are a big part of a person's first impression of you. and once our words are spoken, they can never be unspoken.

I like this one from ephesians: "do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen."

what if we only used helpful words? what kids of future could we create for ourselves? how many people could we bless? what would that do to our own hearts?

God is love.
-rev-rob

memorial service for granny-

as some of you know, my mother passed away last month. she didn't really have a church home or a pastor that she knew, so finding a place for her funeral service became a little tricky. my mother loved being outdoors and she loved gardening most of all. so it was very important to my family members that we hold her funeral service outside in a garden if possible. the church that my uncle goes to allowed us to have the service in their prayer garden. 

I have spoken at funerals like this, where the person being honored didn't have a pastor. as a speaker I end up speaking about someone that I never knew, and doing my best to communicate the parts of their life that had been communicated to me. I didn't want that for my mom- so I decided to deliver the eulogy myself. I thought that I could do it without any problem- but about a minute into it, I became uncontrollably emotional. 

my mom touched so many people with her life, and so many came out to honor her. many shared the impact that she had on their lives. also- many stepped in to help facilitate the service. my uncle provided cakes, my cousins provided a special video and flowers. my brother took care of the chairs, my grandpa graciously covered many of the costs; deanna made the program. my brother gave a fun and moving tribute, so did her brothers and her nieces- who she loved as her own daughters. 

here are the words that I spoke that day- they are just a fraction of the memories that I have; they are just a fraction of the her qualities that I could have highlighted; they are just a fraction of the words that I could have said. 

On behalf  of my brother, and my extended family, I would like to thank you for being here with us today. my mom loved all of you and would have been delighted to see you and catch up with you. If she were here with us today, she would tell us the names of all of the flowers here, and she would have gone home with a pocket full of clippings.

OBITUARY

Karen Roberta Williams-Walter passed away on September 16, 2019.

She was born on November 19, 1955 and spent her childhood in Gustine, CA with her parents Roger and Bernice Williams, and her siblings Robert and Christine Williams.

Karen had an amazing zeal for life and a sunny disposition that left a mark on all who knew her.

She was quick to celebrate the small and big moments of life and was known for her thoughtful cards and packages.

Karen spent many happy hours in her gardens, finding joy in bringing beauty to a quiet corner.

She was an avid reader and movie watcher and could never resist a good mystery or fantasy story.

During hard times, Karen was sustained by prayer and her faith in Christ.

Karen filled her home – and our lives – with music and color. She will be greatly missed.

Karen was preceded in death by her parents. She is survived by her two children, Rob and Josh;

as well as her granddaughter Jane, her siblings Robert and Christine, and her many beloved nieces and nephews.

PERSONAL REMARKS

Before I continue, I want to recognize my brother Josh for his faithful care and support for my mother.

Josh left his home in New York to care for my mom several years ago.

He has taken much time off of work to care for her; and he spent countless hours with her with doctors, and nurses.

I am convinced that without Josh's help, my mother would not have had the quality of life that she enjoyed in her last months.

thank you Josh.

Later on today, we will have the opportunity to share a story about my mom, but let me be the first.

when I was in the 7th grade, I went to Prescott senior elementary here in Modesto.

on February 25, 1988, I had an especially good day.

the PE department at Prescott scheduled a day where the students would wrestle each other, and I pinned an 8th grade boy named Derek, who was an accomplished wrestler.

also on the day, I had asked a girl named Tina if she would date me and she said yes.

I couldn't wait to get home and tell my mom the news.

our house was on a farm on Ladd rd, and the house was about a mile from where the school bus dropped me off;

and I ran all the way home with my backpack on my back.

I told my mom the news and said, "this should be robby walter day!"

my mom dropped everything and decided that february 25th was now robby walter day.

she baked a cake and threw a party. she got me a special present.

and she has sent me a card, and a present and has given me a phone call on every February 25th since 1988.

that's what my mom was like: she loved to celebrate.

she could take an ordinary day and make it a holiday.

she was creative. she put others before herself.

she was a giver. she was thoughtful, and she knew how special it was to receive a gift, and a card, and to be celebrated.

many of you have received her thoughtful cards, gifts and voicemails.

as I have been interacting with her friends and family over the last few weeks, the word that continues to come to the surface is this word light.

she was a bright light of encouragement, and laughter.

she lit up every room that she was in with her laugh and her quirky hair style and clothes.

she was a bright light for all of us, because she genuinely loved all of us.

the bible tells us in 2 Corinthians 5, " For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.  Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling,  because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked.  For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.  Now the one who has fashioned us for this very purpose is God, who has given us the Spirit as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come."

the tent of the body that my mother's heart lived in has now been destroyed, and now she lives forever in Glory with Christ-

no longer in a perishable tent, but in an immortal house- build not by human hands.

she lives with Christ forever in heaven, and we look forward to that day when we will be reunited with her.

My mother taught me so many things:

she taught me to love music and musicians like elvis presley, aretha franklin, and james taylor.

she taught me to love plants, and gardens and nurseries.

she taught me to love animals.

she taught me the value of a thoughtful letter sent in the mail- and many of us here have recieved her thoughtful notes in the mail.

she taught me to love books and bookstores.

she modeled for me how to be loving and supportive of my own daughter.

she showed me to how to have faith and to love God in even the most difficult times;

and now, for her, her difficult times are now over.

at a service like this, we use words like always and never.

today we will say, Karen always did this, or she never did that-

what are the always' and the nevers in your life?

what always' and nevers' describe you?

these are the things that we will be remembered for.

I'm sure that if you were honest with yourself, there are some good always' and nevers, and there are some that you don't want remembered-

we can choose that course now and today-

we are able to choose how we will be remembered by the things that we always and never do.

and you can choose the way that you live and will be remembered even today.

at this time I'm going to welcome my brother Josh to say a few words:

succulents, suffering and 2 corinthians

its been so long since I've posted here-
here is something I have been ruminating on:

our latest obsession is succulents. we have been browsing them in stores and online, we have been putting them in pots and planters, we love them. succulents are quirky plants. they grow into weird shapes and colors. they come in every color of the rainbow, and you can find them mimicking geometric shapes and designs. we have seen succulents that grow in the shape of stars, a dragon's mouth, plus-signs, squares, even one that looks just like a cherry lifesaver.

when it comes to the care of succulents, the main bit of advice is: let them dry out. don't water them very often; resist the urge to water them at all. I have been often told that too much water with make their roots rotten, and can actually kill them. they grow in the desert, in the rocks, under the hot sun. they are hearty plants. they are strong and hard to kill. even when they are out of the soil, their roots will grow and search for soil, or something to attach to. they hoard water and save it inside themselves.  they are amazing.

that's one thought that I have been thinking about- here is a second one- and I think they overlap. I have been memorizing the book of 2 Corinthians over the last few months. and it has a lot to say about comfort and distress. the first appearance of this idea is in 2 corinthians 1:8 where Paul talk about a recent difficult episode, he says, " We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about the hardships we suffered in the province of Asia. We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death." I have often wondered what was going on here. what is this great pressure that paul was dealing with? what was pressuring him so much that he "despaired even of life?" in the next line he says, "But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us, as you help us by your prayers." I think Paul is saying, "God had a purpose for this trial- it was to pull me closer to Himself. it was to push me to stop relying on myself and lean on God."

probably the most famous mention of suffering and distress is 2 Corinthians 12:7 where Paul shares, " To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me." what do you think this was? was it a physical ailment? he had lived a difficult life. in 2 Corinthians he shares about surviving beatings and stonings- that must have left him nearly crippled. was this thorn supernatural? he calls it a messenger from satan. he doesn't say. here is the part that breaks my heart: "Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” I imagine paul crying out to God and asking Him for relief from this thorn- and God did not grant his request. what was that like? it had to be heartbreaking. God tells him, "I'm not taking this away. its staying with you. when you are strong you rely on yourself, when you are weak you rely on Me." God was using this thorn to pull Paul closer to himself. even Paul needed to grow closer to God. He continues, "Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

so these 2 thoughts have been sitting together in my brain- paul growing stronger through weakness- and my succulents growing bigger and more vibrant when I deny them water. maybe God is like me with my plants thinking, "I should water them. they look really dry. I'm sure they will be happier with water." but I know that they will do better when they dry out. they will be stronger. they will grow flowers, their roots will dig deep, and their petals will reach toward the sun if I deny them the comfort of a cool splash of water.

maybe we are like the succulents- wondering when will we ever be watered? but God is like a gardener, and He knows just what we need and when. He knows what will bring out the best in us.

I think that mostly, we are like Paul- living with thorns and asking for them to be removed. and just like with Paul, God tells us that His grace is sufficient for this day and this season. we don't need anything more. He tells us that when we are weak, then we are strong, because when we are weak that we stop leaning on ourselves, and draw closer in depending on Him. and just like paul we can say, "for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

just like my plants, when they are dry, they are actually growing.
it doesn't make sense does it? in the end paul says, "I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me." just like a succulent, he says, "I want to grow. and this is the way that I'm growing."

God is love.
-rev-rob

lectio divina:: 1 kings 19

when I was in seminary, my hebrew class was pretty dry. the professor was brilliant, but during this time, he had some major health and personal issues and wasn't very engaged in the class. but in one class, he taught a devotional on 1 kings 19 that has stayed with me ever since. I read it in my daily reading today and was reminded of his devotional.

some backstory first:
israel's king was the wicked ahab and his wife jezebel. they both worshipped baal and ashera. God sent elijah, and elijah told them that there would be no rain on the land until elijah had allowed it. and he was right. the land went through a severe famine: the crops died, the animals died, and the people died off in droves. ahab put a price on elijah's head, but elijah wasn't afraid. 

elijah met ahab on mt. carmel along with 400 prophets of baal and a crowd of israelites. there, elijah famously challenged the prophets of baal to call on their god to burn up a sacrifice. baal was the god of fire- so this would be no problem for baal. the prophets called, but no answer. they wailed and cut their skin, but no answer. finally elijah asked that a trench would be dug around the altar and filled with water. in a drought-stricken-land, this was outrageous. but they did, and elijah called on God, and God zapped the sacrifice, the altar and all of the water with a burst of lightning. 

elijah called on the spectators to kill all of the prophets of baal, and they did. and then it began to rain.

jezebel, the queen sent a messenger to elijah with this message: "may the gods deal with me, be it ever so severely, if by this time tomorrow I do not make your life like that of one of them (the prophets of baal).”

so what does elijah do in response? does he say, "bring it on!"? does he say, "good luck with that!"? the bible says, "elijah was afraid and ran for his life."

why is he afraid? he has seen the power of almighty God over and over again in his life. for some reason, jezebel's power exceeded God's power in his mind at that moment. so he ran.
while he was running, he was so depressed, that he prayed that God would end his life.

then he travels for 40 days to a place called horeb, the mountain of God. what was so special about horeb? what is in horeb that is worth traveling for 6 weeks to get there?

my seminary prof said that the mountain of God was referring to mount sinai- and that elijah was looking at mount sinai for the same thing that moses found when he was there.

way back in exodus 33, the bible says that God spoke to moses at mt. sinai, face to face- like a man speaks to his friend.in exodus 34, moses hid in a cave while the glory of the LORD passed in front of him, and left his face glowing for weeks after. 

my prof suggested that this is what elijah was looking for: something incredible, supernatural, fantastic, that would leave his face glowing.

back to 1 kings 19: elijah arrives at the mountain. he finds the cave. he sleeps in it and waits for the morning. the bible says in 1 kings 19:1 "And the word of the Lord came to him: “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

it has always amazed me that God would address elijah tenderly and with a question. God knows why he's there- but He allows elijah to give his answer.

elijah says, "I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”

basically he is telling God that the queen's power exceeds God's power. then God says this: "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

this is what he came for- to experience what moses experienced and to glow like moses did.

the story goes on and says, "then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind."

what?! I'm sure that elijah thought that this was the amazing thing that would happen and that God would declare something epic after this hurricane level wind; but God was not in the wind. 

"After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire."

all of these crazy, natural disasters are happening right in front of elijah's eyes. he is expecting to hear the booming, powerful voice of God strengthening him and giving him instructions on how to defeat jezebel; but God was not in the earthquake, and God was not in the fire. and then something unexpected happens:

"And after the fire came a gentle whisper."

what did it sound like? instead of booming, God whispered elijah's name and called him to come close. I remember reading this in hebrew class and slowly sounding out the words, and fumbling through my translation in front of the class. when I got to that sentence, the hairs on my arms stood up: "and after the fire came a gentle whisper." can you imagine God whispering your name after these violent acts of nature?

"When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave."

I'm sure he trembled as he walked. again, God gently repeats His question, and elijah fearfully repeats his answer: 

"What are you doing here, Elijah?”

He replied, “I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”

God realizes that elijah feared jezebel more than Himself, and that wasn't going to change- not after the miracles, not after the fire from heaven, not after the wind and the earthquake. God very gently told elijah that he was fired.

He says, “Go back the way you came, and go to the Desert of Damascus. When you get there, anoint Hazael king over Aram. Also, anoint Jehu son of Nimshi king over Israel, and anoint Elisha son of Shaphat from Abel Meholah to succeed you as prophet."

I love this story- I love the wild acts of nature, I love the plot twists, but most of all, I love the gentle nature of God who whispers for elijah and gently replaces him only after several opportunities to change his thinking.

when God disciplines, He does it gently, and with love. He doesn't shout or rage, He asks questions, and listens for our answer.

and faith is always what has impressed Him more than anything else.

these are good lessons for these days:

that God is bigger than the bullies in front of us. 

and when its our job to discipline, we are like God when we discipline with gentleness instead of disappointment and anger.

God is love.-rev-rob

thoughts on the billion-

recently there was a mega-million lottery prize for 1.6 billion dollars. I never play the lottery, but I bought one ticket; and when there wasn't a winner I bought another one. 

I didn't win. 

I was sure that I was going to win. I was sure that God wanted me to win, and that He wanted to bless me and use me to bless others. it turns out that He wants to do both of those things without making me filthy rich.

just like everyone else, I started thinking about what I would do with the billion. I started asking questions like, "would I quit my job?" "would I keep my lifestyle or start living lavishly?" "would I share? how much? with who? would I start an organization to help people? would I just hand out cash?"

I started dreaming some big dreams, and spending some big bucks in my mind.

I got this thought that has been following me around- I was driving, and I thought to myself,
"if I won the billion, I would work at a church, but I wouldn't ever worry about my future.
why worry?!
I've got my billion! if that church didn't like me I would just go and work somewhere else.
and when I do work there, I would work with such a happy, care-free attitude- 
I would be friendly- and easy to work with, and patient-
because I would be taken care of! I would have all of the money in the world.
so why stress?! why have drama? why be territorial, or protective of my rights?
why not just love everyone and have a great time working,
because my money would always be there to provide for me needs.
my money would remind me that there is nothing to stress about."

as I was driving I felt like God was whispering to me,
"I've got more than $1.6 billion- and I'll take care of you.
so go ahead and work- and have fun, and be stress-free and drama-free and love everyone; because you're covered.
I'll be your safety-net. you don't need to worry about the future."

if I had a pile of cash, I think it would be a lot easier to put my security and trust in it than in God.
but God's resources are even bigger.
and His love is more genuine.
and He is for me and my future.

so I'm going to just operate as though I won the billion.
I'm going to be fun to be around, and easy to work with.
I'm not going to be territorial, or protective, or impatient.
I'm going to be low-key and friendly, and interested in others.
and I'm going to trust that He has me, my future, and my family covered. 

but I'm going to keep driving the same car.

God is love.
-rev-rob

quick story-

many years ago, when I was much younger, I worked at a church that spent (what seemed to me) quite a bit of the church service on the announcement time. the many in charge of the announcements was a bit verbose, and when he shared announcement, he didn't leave out a single detail. the announcement time turned into a weekly 20 minute radio program that I felt was too long.

one time we were in staff meeting and the topic of the announcement time got brought up. I said that I thought it was too long. he pushed back. and in my immaturity, I sternly stated in front of the church staff a statement that went something to the effect of,
"THESE PEOPLE DIDN'T COME TO CHURCH TO HEAR YOU TALK, BRO.
THEY CAME TO MEET WITH GOD."

needless to say, things were never really great between me and the announcement guy. and that certainly wasn't the last time that I said something that I regretted in a staff meeting.

flash forward to present day.

new church, new role. now I'm a kids pastor, and I need to repaint a room for preschoolers. I have been getting to know these preschoolers- and I can see that they are passionate about dinosaurs, superheroes, lightning mcqueen and legos. so I thought, "let's paint these things on the preschool room wall! the kids will be thrilled. parents will be thrilled."

so I contacted a mural painter and made some plans.

last night I was driving in my car and I say to my daughter jane,
"hey- I'm going to paint the preschool room walls.
I think I'm going to put dinosaurs on the walls.
and lightning mcqueen.
and mickey mouse."

and my kid starts out chill, but then she gets more and more passionate. she says,
"what?! we don't need that on the walls! these kids need bible characters on the walls! and bible verses!"

I gave her a little more of my reasoning and then she turns and sterly says to me,
 "THESE KIDS DIDN'T COME TO CHURCH TO LOOK AT MICKEY MOUSE, DAD.
THEY CAME TO GROW IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD."

it was practically eerie.
and slightly funny.
but I could hear my own voice coming through my teenage girl.
on one level, I wanted to prove my point, but on another level, I couldn't argue with that.

I lost the argument, but I didn't care. I was so proud of my kid.

God is love.
-rev-rob

9 things that are bugging me right now: 10/22

1. the invisible folds in wet wipes.
if you know me, you know that I like things clean. I use a lot of wipes. sometimes its close to impossible to get one out of the box because you can get a grip on the folded part. you can see the folded part- you wonder if it even is there. things like this make me crazy.

2. the phrases "love on," and "love well."
both of these phrases make me want to gag. I hear people say, "let's love on our guests today." or "my friends really love me well." ew to both.

3. the oblivious mom.
there are times when I'm at a store or a restaurant and a child is screaming, or breaking something, or endangering themselves, but the mom is so wrapped up in reading her phone, or her menu, or the back of a soup can that she is completely oblivious. pay attention mom!

4. parking lot speeders.
sometimes I'm pulling my car out of a parking spot, and someone zooms past me and honks their horn as if to say, "watch where you're going! don't pull your car out of that spot! I'm driving fast and I don't want to slow down!" and it practically gives me a heart attack. its a parking lot, not a racetrack kids!

5. dog people on the trail.
when I walk on the trail, I just want to walk quietly. but there is usually a dog-walker talking loudly on their phone. so I let them pass me. but then they stop for their dog to pee- and then I pass them- but then they catch up. and they never end up going away. 

or sometimes I see dog-walkers go up to other dog walkers- but they don't talk to the other dog-walker, they talk to their dog and say, "oh look spot! a dog! do you want to smell him?! do you want to play with him?! look! he has a tail just like you! do you want to be best friends with him?!" I can't even.

6. baseball uniforms.
I love baseball, but aren't the uniforms a little formal? I don't dress that formal for church! these guys are attempting to make spectacular athletic plays wearing a button down shirt that is tucked-in to long pants with a belt. they are wearing and under-shirt, long socks and they are running the bases with a helmet that has no strap on it. I think these guys should update the uniform to make it a little more user friendly.

7. aggressive honkers.
if the light turns green, and the car in front of you doesn't notice right away, you can alert them with a little "bee-beep" from your horn; a loud, long "HOOOOONK!" seems a little much.

8. paper fans.
it doesn't matter the temperature. when you're in a meeting where people are sitting down in chairs, some lady is going to pull out a paper and start fanning herself. what bugs me about this is that it is communicating to everyone the following messages: "I'm hot. the air is not on. the people running this place didn't turn the air on. I'm not listening to the person talking because I'm so hot." and then everyone else starts thinking the same thing, and starts feeling tempted to stop listening and fan themselves. come on people- its not that hot. 

9. brake tappers.
sometimes I'm driving and the person in front of me taps their brakes. for no reason. there is no one in front of them. they are not speeding. I'm not following too close. but then I have to tap my brakes too. just let off of the gas and your car will slow down. 

am I turning into a grumpy old man?

keystone species

I have posted a bunch about otters on this blog- my family has been very passionate about them over the last few years- here is a thought about them that I have been thinking about a lot lately-

otters are known as a keystone species.
that means that they are like a pin that is holding their environment together- when you pull them out, it all falls apart.

because of their biological make-up, otters need to eat a lot of food every day, just to stay alive in the cold pacific ocean.
they eat sea urchins- lots and lots of sea urchins.
sea urchins eat the kelp forest- and if the otters aren't present to keep the sea urchin population low, then the sea urchins will completely wipe out the kelp forest, and everything that lives in it.

the historians tell us that when sea otters were hunted for their fur, they went essentially extinct. when that happened, the sea urchins came in and wiped out the kelp forest; and when the kelp forest died, the fish died; and when the fish died, the whales and the seals and the dolphins all left. the entire area became a ghost town- on the land and under the sea.

but then the otters came back.
and they ate up all of the sea urchins.
and the kelp forest grew back.
and the fish came back.
and so did the seals, and the sea lions, and the dolphins, and the whales.
now the monterey bay area is as lush as the rainforest. it is a healthy, thriving environment-
and its because of these hungry, furry, cute little sea otters looking for some lunch. 

before I get to the point I want to make, I want to point out another sea otter fact:
the monterey bay aquarium has been rehabilitating injured or abandoned sea otters.
when these otters are ready to go back to the wild, the aquarium sends them to a place called elkhorn slough, in moss landing, ca. this is a good place for otters, because the water isn't rough, and there is lots to snack on.
the only drawback is that the water is murky and muddy.
at least it was. 
after the otters arrived, they cleaned the place up.
now the water is much, much cleaner. 
more and more animals are flocking to the area. 
we often kayak there and see seals, sea lions, jelly fish, large birds, and of course, otters.

so here is the point that I have been thinking about:
when otters leave an area, it falls apart.
but when they arrive, they bring life with them.
they clean things up. 
they make it hospitable for other animals to live there.
when you introduce an otter to a new environment, its just a matter of time before its teeming with life.
how do they do it? by being an otter. by swimming, diving, and eating.
are they stressed out? not really. 

I want to be a human otter- a one-person keystone species.

I want to bring life with me in every environment that I enter.
I want to bring organization and cleanliness. 
I want to create environments that welcome in others and where everyone can find joy and purpose.
I want to be the pin that holds environments together so that its noticeable when I'm there, and when I have left. 
I want to identify threats and eliminate them.
I want to make a difference- just by being me. 
and I want to do it all with an otters attitude:
no stress- just floating, and swimming, and playing, and snacking.

that's my challenge to myself, and to you:
go and be an otter today:
have fun, and change the world.

God is love.
-rev-rob