06 April 2007

Baby Ainsley 365: Catching Up


Who wouldn't want to wake up to a face like this? It seems our little girl is a morning person.

We really like to stand up and take a good look around after we eat.

Something tells me she's going to be just this determined in 15 years, and then we'll really be in trouble.

Kaysha was a senior in high school and an active member of our youth group during my first year in Barrett. Home from college after spring break, she wanted to come over and see Ainsley again. We remembered to take a picture this time.

Apparently daycare Easter egg hunts are a little lacking in quality control.

In other news, my foot is completely pain-free today, and was for most of yesterday, too. Holy cow, do those drugs work fast. I'm still restricted running-wise, but I'm hoping to get a bike ride in tomorrow if the weather cooperates. If not, well, maybe a week off will be just what the doctor ordered. Wait - that is what the doctor ordered. Go figure. :-)

05 April 2007







You’re Origen!


You do nothing by half-measures. If you’re going to read the Bible, you want to read it in the original languages. If you’re going to teach, you’re going to reach as many souls as possible, through a proliferation of lectures and books. If you’re a guy and you’re going to fight for purity … well, you’d better hide the kitchen shears.


Find out which Church Father you are at The Way of the Fathers!




Sermon for Maundy Thursday - "Commendable Community"

Sometime during the year 53 A.D., the apostle Paul wrote a letter to a church he had founded in the Greek city of Corinth. The city of Corinth had a “reputation for wealth without culture and for abuse of the poor by the wealthy…”[1] The Greek author Alciphron described the “disgusting, coarse and objectionable”[2] behavior of Corinth’s wealthy class, and Alciphron also “detailed the groveling of the abject, wretched poor for the smallest morsels of food.”[3]

It seems that the people of Corinth had a problem, and the church Paul had founded fell victim to that problem as well. The notion of class distinction is hardly breaking news, but to see it so clearly in the tales of the early church can be a bit unsettling. To give you a better grasp of the problem to which Paul refers, allow me to read our New Testament reading for tonight in its wider, more natural setting from I Corinthians:

17 Now in the following instructions I do not commend you, because when you come together it is not for the better but for the worse. 18For, to begin with, when you come together as a church, I hear that there are divisions among you; and to some extent I believe it. 19Indeed, there have to be factions among you, for only so will it become clear who among you are genuine. 20When you come together, it is not really to eat the Lord’s supper. 21For when the time comes to eat, each of you goes ahead with your own supper, and one goes hungry and another becomes drunk. 22What! Do you not have homes to eat and drink in? Or do you show contempt for the church of God and humiliate those who have nothing? What should I say to you? Should I commend you? In this matter I do not commend you!

23 For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took a loaf of bread, 24and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, ‘This is my body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.’ 25In the same way he took the cup also, after supper, saying, ‘This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.’ 26For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.

27 Whoever, therefore, eats the bread or drinks the cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner will be answerable for the body and blood of the Lord.

Paul was faced with a community that was breaking itself apart when it came together as a church. It seems that when the Corinthian church gathered for what they called “the Lord’s Supper,” it took place within the context of a regular evening meal. Biblical scholar J. Paul Sampley says that “one of the members with a large enough house – and this inevitably entails a commensurate servant staff – hosts the dinner in which the Lord’s supper is observed. Some persons – this apparently breaks along economic lines also - are free to come early, and they have (the choice?) food and drink. Some get drunk. Others (Paul characterizes them as “those having nothing”) perhaps get there late(r) and find, along with tipsy coworshipers, leftover food at best.”[4]

Paul was right to say, “I do not commend you in this.” The Corinthian church was not a commendable community. They were fractured – separated – partial in their treatment of one another and sorely lacking in love and respect for one another. This was not, as Paul said, the body Christ had intended to create in His supper, nor was it a body worthy of the gift of Christ’s body and blood.

Twenty years earlier, a much smaller body gathered with their rabbi and friend to share a meal together. The gospel of John tells us that Jesus gathered with “his own” on the night before Passover for a last meal together before he was betrayed and led away to be crucified. In the course of that meal, Jesus, the person of highest honor and most respect and authority, took on the role of a slave and washed the feet of his disciples and followers. A proper dinner host was expected to provide guests with basins and towels for washing their feet, but not slaves to actually do the washing. On the rare occasion when a slave was available, even that slave had the right to refuse to wash feet. When Jesus bent to wash the feet of his friends, he shattered cultural expectations and social structures in order to make a statement about the nature of the community he intended to create.

In our readings tonight, both communities fall short of the vision Christ had for the body he intended to create. In Corinth Paul criticized the people of highest standing for abusing their position: those of higher social distinction felt their position granted them entitlements the lower classes did not deserve. In Jerusalem with Jesus, Peter was horrified that his teacher and friend took on the role reserved for the lowliest slave; Peter felt that his own position, in relation to Jesus, made him unworthy of the gift of love Jesus was offering. So Peter refused the gift Jesus freely offered. The Corinthians valued their position too highly. Peter and the disciples valued their master’s love too little. Neither community was commendable in the moment Scripture describes.

What we do here tonight is no different. We come to the table our Lord prepares for us. Some of you come feeling your position has granted you an entitlement here. You could not be more wrong. Some of you come feeling your master’s love is not truly so great that he would offer his life to save yours. You could not be more wrong. Read Paul’s words, hear the story of Jesus’ loving and humble service to his friends and hear in both the creation of a commendable community. A “commendable community” is a community centered in and defined by love for one another, regardless of social structure or cultural expectation. A “commendable community” is one that obeys the new commandment Jesus gives to us, his disciples: love one another. A “commendable community” understands that Paul exhorted the Corinthians to come together for the betterment of the entire community, not just for private forgiveness and private entitlement to God’s grace. A “commendable community” senses the body of Christ in the meal he offers AND in the church the Spirit gathers to receive that meal. A “commendable community” rejects social structures and cultural expectations and seeks to love one another as Christ has loved us.

On this Commandment Thursday, we hear again Jesus’ call to loving community, to humble service, to proclamation of the death and resurrection of Jesus in our thoughts, words and deeds. The meal is prepared for you by a loving Savior who stoops to serve you so that you may be strengthened to serve your neighbor. Remember, from this night forward, the love that Christ has given you; be commendable, community of God, and love one another. In Christ’s name, Amen.



[1] Sampley, J. Paul. The New Interpreter’s Bible, Volume X, © 2002 by Abingdon Press, Nashville. p. 775

[2] Ibid.

[3] Ibid.

[4] Ibid., p. 934

Pre-Resurrection Resurrection

Well, the computer is finally back online at home after a couple days at the shop. Just a dead battery, but in the meantime we had a six-inch snowstorm on Tuesday and we just didn't feel like journeying out in the nasty wind & snow for a computer. But it's back and working again; resurrected from the dead, if you will, at least for now.

In the meantime, here's what's happened. That great run on Saturday may have really cost me - I have some sort of tendonitis in my left foot and have been ordered to shut down for a week to let it heal. Our Nurse Practicioner gave me Naproxen and a steroid to help it heal faster, and even after 12 hours I can feel it working, so hopefully that will be the end of that. If I can get a 20 miler in before the marathon I'll feel okay about my chances, but if the weather doesn't improve I won't be able to bike to keep my fitness up where it needs to be. Right now there's still a few inches of snow & muck on the ground and that is bad news for outdoor workouts around here. Hopefully I'll at least be able to get a long ride in Saturday morning.

Sunday night was AJ's first nuclear meltdown. I had her at home for the afternoon while Beloved led some workshops at her church in Alexandria. We arrived home with groceries around 4:00, and I had just enough time to put the refrigerated stuff away before the storm ensued. She managed to get down half a bottle between crying fits and then proceeded to wail at the top of her lungs. For three hours.

Three.

Hours.

Screaming.

Baby.

Screaming.

Daddy. (into a pillow, of course)

Finally I bundled her into the car again and took off. I figured if she didn't stop by the time I got to Lutheran Social Services I'd just drop her off for adoption and tell Beloved it was for the best. ;-) Thankfully she finally quieted down after about 10 minutes in the car and I brought her home, asleep, after an hour or so. I needed the time for myself, too. Wow, that was some night.

Thankfully, Monday night was as much the opposite as one might hope. Dad & Ainsley had a lovely night at home while Beloved was back at work in Alex. Since I'm woefully behind on the Baby Ainsley 365 project I'll need a day or two to figure out how many pictures I need to post. Here's one of us finally getting the Baby Bjorn to work on Monday night. The key ingredient? You guessed it: the pacifier. Who knew?

01 April 2007

Live Legs & Dead Computers

This will be a quick & nasty report on yesterday's big run. Why? Because I'm blogging at the office - our home laptop ist kaput. No juice whatsoever, and I can't figure out why. So it's off to the handy-dandy computer doctor first thing in the morning.

Yesterday was my first really long training run for the Lincoln Marathon. I was scheduled to run 15 miles - next week it'll be 19, the following week I'll go 21 for the big run before I start to taper. I've blogged before that my training just hasn't been what I'd hoped it would be, due to the new sheriff in town who demands our attention at least once a night for feedings & diaper changes. (I reminded her yesterday that someday she'll be doing the same to me, only the scale will be, shall we say, much larger :-) ). So I planned on an extremely slow pace yesterday - I just wanted to eat miles and get through it so I won't do a complete bonk in Lincoln.

Rather than navigating the flooded roads around Barrett, I drove north to Ashby and the Central Lakes Trail. The CLT follows an old railbed from Fergus Falls to Osakis - it's a lovely route with lots of scenery, asphalt paved and thankfully snowmobile-free these days due to our early thaw last week.

Well, I got surprised by my legs. One hour into the run I was maintaining a 9:30 mile pace easily - not even breathing hard at that point. At the halfway point I was still on pace and feeling great, even though it had started to rain. My final three mile splits were 8:33, 8:36 and 8:43. I finished the entire 15 miles in 2:26:42. Holy Wheels, Batman!

Granted, this was a flat route with no hills, but the temperature never got above 40 yesterday and it rained the entire back half of my run, so I figure between cold and wet shoes the lack of grade balanced out. I was just amazed to be running so well with so little training, and the feeling as I was drawing toward the end of the run was just great. This is why I run - to surprise myself on good days and to be proud of working through the struggle on tough days. I got a little of both yesterday, and it was great.

30 March 2007

Friday Five: Holy Week, Batman!

Well, the Clergy Superbowl is almost upon us, and so, I offer up this Friday Five (with apologies for the irreverent title):

1. Will this Sunday be Palms only, Passion only, or hyphenated?
This year we've been calling it "Palm & Passion Sunday." It seems to capture the importance of both. I still encourage our members to come to all the Holy Week services, but I know that's not a possibility for everyone, so the reading of the Passion on Sunday doesn't bother me. This year we're doing a dramatic reading and I only have one line, so I get to step out of the way of the story and let the words be what they are without my input. That's a rare occasion and one I hope will be beneficial to our congregation.

2. Maundy Thursday Footwashing: Discuss.
It's never been done in any congregation of which I've been a part, clergy or lay. Growing up among Swedish Lutherans and now serving even more stoic Norwegian Lutherans, I think the intimacy of the service is, in a word, pretty frightening (and I mean that in the most tender way - I don't want to demean the folks I serve in any way, for in this respect I am one of them). Beloved and I have taken part in footwashing services on YouthWorks mission trips and it's always an intensely intimate experience. Peter's first response to Jesus in John makes absolute sense to me. That's one of the crosses I bear - a fear of that kind of deep intimacy with people outside of my family.

3. Share a particularly meaningful Good Friday worship experience.
When I was in college the Lutheran Student Center had a Passover Seder at 7:00 on Maundy Thursday, then the Maundy Thursday service at 9:00, followed by an all night prayer vigil, culminated with a Good Friday service centered on the Seven Last Words and the hymn "Jesus, in Thy Dying Woes" (all 21 verses). The silence and holiness of that service have always had a profound impact on me. This year our church will be using the Good Friday liturgy from our new Lutheran hymnal, which focuses more on the cross and less on Jesus' words from the cross. We will do the Bidding Prayer and Solemn Reproaches to close the service, but I will miss the Seven Last Words service I've grown to love.

4. Easter Sunrise Services--choose one:
a) "Resurrection tradition par excellence!"
b) "Eh. As long as it's sunrise with coffee, I can live with it."
c) "[Yawn] Can't Jesus stay in the tomb just five more minutes, Mom?!?"
I choose A, without a doubt. In my hometown, the sunrise service was always an ecumenical service, so we got to hear other preachers and worship with other friends and families (except for the Missouri Synod Lutherans, of course, but I hear that is changing a bit). Since I am now the President, Sergeant-at-Arms and Treasurer of our Barrett Ministerium of One, I do miss that collegiality and ecumenical experience. But we have our own Sunrise Service and it's a nice experience.

5. Complete this sentence: It just isn't Easter without...
Smartass answer: uhhh, the empty tomb? Hello? :-)
Serious answer: the hymns, the hymns, the hymns. I find that Easter sermons are pretty forgettable: how can you interpret the Resurrection and make it more wonderful than it already is? But the hymns say so much that sermons can't say - on Easter our worship team always plugs in every "Alleluia" we can find. This year I purchased a number of organ fanfares for our organist and asked her to see if she can work them into the service - hopefully it'll be an experience to remember.
Sentimental answer: Easter breakfast. My home church did an omelet feed, since my hometown was also the hometown of the M.G. Waldbaum company, one of the largest egg producers in the world. In my present call, it's been the tradition to do an Easter brunch between services. The chance to just sit, eat well and be in fellowship with my friends and family is one I enjoy much.

Bonus: Any Easter Vigil aficionados out there? Please share.
Beloved and I went to an Easter Vigil service last year and enjoyed it, though I think it was more because we could just worship and not LEAD worship. I hope to have a chance to develop a Vigil service somewhere in a future call; something tells me that our present location wouldn't produce the numbers required to make the time well-spent.

28 March 2007

Baby Ainsley 365: Playing in the Floor Mat

For some reason she LOVES that giraffe. ???

Save Studio 60

Beloved and I love the NBC show "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip." There are rumours it's going to be cancelled soon. If you like the show, sign the petition to save it.

Wise as Serpents

The Wittenburg Door newsletter sent links to a couple of stories about people who watch and challenge television "ministries" like Paul & Jan Crouch and Benny Hinn. Thank heaven there are people who want to expose the truth about most TV preachers. Here are the links:

ABC News story on MinistryWatch
Virginia Pilot story on Pat Robertson (YOU SUCK, PAT!)

27 March 2007

Baby Ainsley 365: Hangin' with Mom

We had a great day yesterday. Mondays are my day off (quiet, you), so we stayed home with Ainsley. The weather was beautiful - I did my five mile run in shorts and a t-shirt, and also finished in 48:25 while going against the wind both ways (shifting breezes) and working through a number of hills. After lunch I finished reading the Sunday paper and worked on stuff around the house while Beloved took Ainsley for a nice long walk around town in the stroller. She was a bit fussy when they got home but managed to calm down on her own for a nap in the swing.

Just after we snapped this picture, Beloved left for a meeting at her church and Dad & Ainsley had three hours on our own. The first hour was a crying jag - man, does our little girl have some good lungs! After she calmed down & had her evening bottle, I bundled her up and walked down to Roosevelt Hall for auditions for this summer's production, "Inherit the Wind." I think I might get the role I was hoping to get - woot! Ainsley started another crying fit just as I started reading for my part, but my fellow Prairie Wind Players were troopers and kept her occupied while I finished up my audition.

After I finished reading, I chatted with PWP friends for 20 minutes or so with Ainsley asleep in my arms, then we bundled her into the stroller for the walk home. Once we got home, I got her down to sleep before Beloved returned from her meeting. A great day all around.

I've decided to get back to more writing here and less reporting on baby stuff & memes, though I do enjoy that stuff and will continue to do some of them. I'll be posting a writing on wilderness later today and will hopefully be getting back to a weekly reflection now that life with Baby is getting a little more settled. If you're looking for good writing, check out Don't Eat Alone in my blogroll; Milton is a wonderfully talented writer and always has something thought-provoking to say.

26 March 2007

Baby Ainsley 365: Out for a little Jog


Okay, well, it wasn't a jog - we just wanted to try out the jogging stroller late Friday night. It was great until we were headed back home, looked down and realized that Ainsley's eyelids were getting blue. Apparently it wasn't as warm for Baby as it was for Mom & Dad. Oops. But she didn't cry and slept really well Friday night, so I guess all's well that ends well.

Your Ecological Footprint

Wonder how you impact the planet? Take this quiz and find out. You might be surprised - we are a recycling, composting family and didn't do well at all.

Monday Meme: My Firsts

I'm lifting this from Mark's blog: My Firsts

1. Who was your first prom date?
Uff - great one to start on. Her name was Jennifer, I met her at Music Camp, and she was everything Allyson Hannigan was NOT in American Pie. Wow, what a disaster. I spent all day cleaning up my dad's new pickup, and the first thing she said was "it smells like pigs." (he'd only had it for a month or so - that's some nose, huh?). The night just got worse from there. Both my junior and senior proms were terrible nights - maybe we could file that under "first experiences of abject humiliation?"

2. Who was your first roommate?
Not counting my brother, my first roommate was a guy named Brady at Music Camp. A great friend throughout my sophomore, junior & senior years of high school. I can't remember my first college roommate's name, but he was cool - we were both smokers and he had that giant poster of marching hammers from "The Wall" above his bed.

3. What alcoholic beverage did you first drink?
Not counting the occasional beer I snuck out of my parents' fridge, my first alcoholic beverage was a mixer of Seven-Up and Bubble Gum Schnapps. No, I wasn't at a sorority party - it was all my friend Aron could scare up before the Valentine's Day dance my senior year of high school.

4. What was your first job?
Box taper at Big Red, the egg packaging plant just outside of my hometown. Run the box through the taping machine, stack the box on a pallet: sixty cases to a pallet, thirty dozen eggs to a case. At least I didn't have to work in the chicken houses like my brother.

5. What was your first car?
A 1977 Buick LeSabre. Man, I loved that car. 350 V8 with a 4-barrel carbuerator - smooth sailor. I had a tape deck & everything!

6. When did you go to your first funeral?
I remember going to my Great-Grandma Spangler's funeral when I was 4 or so, I think. The first funeral I remember really well was my Grandpa Janke's funeral; I was 12, had just placed second in the county spelling bee, and the pastor told me that Grandpa had said he was very proud of me. That was a heck of a thing for a pastor to remember; he was a good guy.

7. Who was your first grade teacher?
Mrs. Sharpe. At the time I thought she was pretty mean, but by the time I graduated from high school I liked her quite a bit. She was a good teacher.

8. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
When I was 14 my family drove from Nebraska to Seattle to visit my Aunt Phyllis & cousin Karen, stopping at Yellowstone and a number of other spots along the way. My Grandma & Grandpa Johnson flew out to Seattle, then they drove our car back & we flew home. Phyllis worked for Northwest Airlines at the time, so she was able to get some pretty cheap tickets for all of us, though I imagine we probably flew stand-by. I remember we connected from Seattle to Omaha through Las Vegas, and there were slot machines in the airport. Dad got to go play but we didn't. No fair!

9. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
Considering we lived three miles out of town, we didn't really sneak out of the house with anyone. I did sneak out once when I was really in trouble with my folks. I climbed a tree & hid up there, twenty feet off the ground, while my dad came looking for me. Stayed up there for about an hour or so, then came back to the house & took my medicine.

10. Where was your first sleepover?
My friend Anthony's house, about a mile away from our farm. During kindergarten & first grade, it seemed like every Friday one of us slept over with the other; we watched "The Dukes of Hazzard" Friday night & played football all day Saturday with our little brothers. Good times.

11. Who is the first person you talk to in the morning?
My daughter, though the conversation is generally one-sided.

12. Whose wedding were you in the first time?
I was the ring-bearer for my Uncle Ken's wedding when I was five. I remember the tuxedo shirt had ruffles and it didn't fit right; the photographer commented on my pants being really baggy and she was really mean. But my Aunt Arta's little sister was the flower girl and I remember thinking she was really cute.

13. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Try to navigate our narrow, steep stairs to get my daughter without falling on my head. Then I usually make coffee. Though I'm now a morning person, I still don't wake up quickly.

14. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Amy Grant - the "Unguarded" tour. 4th grade. How sad is it that I thought an Amy Grant concert was REALLY LOUD?

15. First tattoo or piercing?
I made a deal with myself that I could get a tattoo for every marathon I finished. Unfortunately, I did not make that deal with Beloved. I'll keep you posted. I suppose you could say my first piercing was when I ran my foot into a pitchfork in a feed trough while chasing pigs when I was 13.

16. First celebrity crush?
Hmmm - first that I can remember was Joanne Whalley-Kilmer in Willow. I've always been a sucker for redheads.

17. First crush?
Kelly E. Redhead. Our kindergarten teacher actually called our parents and warned them that we were spending way too much time together. I have a picture in my scrapbook of the two of us holding hands, leading the Halloween parade. I told my family that I was going to marry Kelly and we would have six kids. Beloved just smiles when that story comes up.

18. First TRUE love?
Wow - I really thought I was in love with Kelly. First time I went ass-over-teakettle in love was probably Jody when I was a sophomore in college. What a horror story that one turned out to be - by the time it was all over I could have probably been arrested for stalking. Not pretty at all: I nearly lost a couple of dear friends during the blowback after the breakup.

19. When was your first detention?
Sixth grade. How classic is this - we were making spitwads. I flicked one that landed on Kristen M's desk and she promptly ratted me out. That wasn't quite as dumb as the boys who stole those big silver thumbtacks from the same teacher, stuck them into the soles of their shoes and scraped their way up and down the tile floors of our school hallways. I mean, hello?

20. What is the first big trip you remember taking?
I remember taking a trip to Denver to visit my Aunt Lois, Uncle Gordy & cousin Joe when I was around 12 or so. We had gone to see them in Des Moines several times when I was younger, but never for more than two days or so. We were in Denver for a week, long enough for me to get hurt riding horses at the home of some of my dad's distant family and spend the rest of the trip in a splint on my right arm with busted glasses. I also got lost in Casa Bonita, this huge Mexican restaurant in Denver. But we got to go to Garden of the Gods park, which I thought was the COOLEST place ever - we climbed all over the place out there.

Smiley Boop Game

Beloved has discovered how much fun it is to make our little girl smile.

25 March 2007

Thursday Three (plus two)

From Bro's weblog: Name three books on your "To Read" list:

1. The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene. It was suggested to me during seminary by either Mike Rogness or Gracia Grindal, each of whom led courses I took on theology and literature. I've owned it for a few years but haven't read it yet - in my apparently never-ending quest to actually read everything I own, this will be a next step.

2. Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections between Sexuality and Spirituality by Rob Bell. Yup - you read the title correctly. Rob is pastor of a congregation in Grand Rapids, MI and directs the Nooma videos some of you have likely seen floating around the church. My father-in-law picked this up for us at the National Pastors' Conference this January; at the very least it will hopefully make for interesting bedtime reading.


3. Confessing Jesus Christ: Preaching in a Postmodern World by David Lose. Another of my "I own it and have skimmed it but haven't really read it" books. Dr. Lose was my homiletics professor at Luther Seminary and is now Dean of Academics there as well. I've always valued his teaching but haven't made time to read his first book - hopefully by the end of the summer that will be rectified.

Baby Ainsley 365: Workin' With Dad

Friday morning I ran home after Men's Breakfast and brought Ainsley back with me to the office so Beloved could get some of her own work done. We've done this a couple of times now and it usually works just fine. Friday it didn't, really - she slept for about 30 minutes, then cried and fussed for an hour until I gave up and took her back home. At which point she promptly fell asleep in the swing for four hours. Grrrr. How can someone so small be so contrary and so adorable at the same time? (Don't answer that, Mom.)

Today has been a nightmare for Beloved. Ainsley wailed and screamed for an hour this morning, the one time when I can't tag in to help out. She did the same for a good portion of the afternoon, until we took her to the Meatball Supper at the church for two hours, where she was really pretty good. Then when we brought her back home it was back to being fussy. Makes you wonder if she just doesn't like staying at home.

But, she's finally falling asleep now. We're listening to Miles Davis' "Kind of Blue;" never too early to start her music education, right? Next week it'll be Chet Baker, "My Funny Valentine." And Storyhill - lots and lots of Storyhill. :)

23 March 2007

Friday Five: Rivers In The Desert

I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19, NRSV
As we near the end of the long journey toward Easter, a busy time for pastors and layfolk alike, I ponder the words of Isaiah and the relief and refreshment of a river in the desert.

For this Friday Five, name five practices, activities, people or _____ (feel free to fill in something I may be forgetting) that for you are rivers in the desert.
1. Running - I started running seriously during my second year at Luther Seminary, when I was so heavy (270 lbs and a 40-inch waist) that I had to start by running three minutes and walking two. Over time I began to get past worrying that I was going to pass out and to really enjoy going for a run to relieve stress. A year later, running helped me keep a modicum of sanity through divorce and an internship that changed drastically due to my supervisor being called up as an Air Force chaplain following the destruction of the World Trade Center. In the space of that first 18 months of running, I lost 90 lbs and 8 inches off my waist. I'm up a bit from that now, but I ran my first marathon last May and plan to run another this spring. Even though my knees often ache and I've had a tough time keeping energy levels high since Ainsley's birth, I still love to run.

2. Music -
Music has been my constant companion my whole life long. I long ago decided (as if I had any choice) that if I were to lose any of my senses, the one I could least afford to lose would be hearing - how Beethoven managed it is beyond me. I have eclectic tastes; right now I'm running to Celtic & Folk, but I love jazz, rock, classical, even some country (the Dixie Chick's album Taking The Long Way is incredible, for example, and I've already blogged here about my love for all things Statler Brothers). Luther is rumored to have said, "He who sings, prays twice." If it ain't true, it oughta be.

3. Reading - Again, a constant companion that can refresh my soul. For America Reads a few weeks ago, I was invited to read to an 8th grade homeroom by a good friend, so I grabbed my copy of The Hobbit and read a goodly portion of chapter 1. I also brought the books I've read this year; they were impressed. There's nothing better than a free afternoon/evening with good coffee, a good book and good music on the stereo. Well, nothing better that you can do by yourself, that is.

4. Yardwork - With spring arriving here in Minnesota, my seasonal affections are changing. If this were December, I would have said Baking, but it's soon time to get the mower & rake & potting soil ready for another year. I'm starting a garden this year and very excited to see if we can actually grow edible food. Homemade salsa, anyone?

5. Family Time - Last night, Beloved and I got Ainsley down in her crib at the end of Grey's Anatomy, then we watched the tape of Wednesday's Survivor episode. But the best part of the day, for me, was the ten minutes of conversation we had in bed before we went to sleep. I'm amazed that I can still enjoy talking with my wife after being together, both dating and marriage, over four years. I love planning things around "our family" instead of just my own schedule. Perhaps the source of my joy is the delayed gratification aspect: I wanted to be a parent as early as possible, but had to wait until I was 32. Regardless, Family Time, no matter how it happens, is a source of great joy for both of us - even on days like today, when AJ was an absolute pill at the office and I was forced to bring her home. We're together; that's the important thing.

PS: In regard to great music, I want to plug Marc Gunn's Irish & Celtic Music Podcast and his latest compilation album, "Victims of Irish Music." Marc promotes small, mostly independent artists and has an interesting biweekly podcast. You'll find a link under the "Music Links" section on the right. And, as always, you can't go wrong with Storyhill or The Wild Clover Band!

Baby Ainsley 365: Baby Brigade

It's the Baby Brigade from Beloved's church in Alexandria, MN. Quite the collection of Mommas & Mommas-to-be.

Aaand then there's this one from day care. Yeah, I don't understand the hat, either. But Beloved insists it's cute. Hokay...

21 March 2007

Baby Ainsley 365: An Afternoon Snooze

Yup - first it's the double fisted drinking, then it's passing out on the floor at daycare and snoring like a lumber truck heading uphill. She is definitely her father's daughter.

Today (Wednesday) Ainsley is two months old! She went to the doctor to get shots as a way of celebrating. That was great. But Ainsley is 11lbs 11oz., 23.5 inches long and very, very healthy. Her measurements put her in the 50-75th percentile for growth, making her above average. And that's the news from Lake Wobegon. :-)

20 March 2007

A Day In The Life

3:30 a.m. (otherwise known as O Dark 30)
... wha? ... time for what? ... oh, okay: Ainsley is squirming and it might be time for a feeding ... okay, have fun, honey ... oh, you want ME to feed her ... okay ... *yawn* ... all right, all right, I'm up ...

6:00 a.m.
Okay, Ainsley's squirming again: it's up and at 'em for Super Daddy! So we start the day with the usual: 4oz breast milk for baby, 8oz coffee for Dad. And a banana.

7:30 a.m.
I've gotten Ainsley fed, changed, dressed, mopped up from spit-up, dressed again and into the car seat. Beloved is off to teach water aerobics and AJ goes without much struggle. Now it's upstairs with a bowl of Raisin Bran to do a quick blog, check e-mail and other computer stuff.

8:15 a.m.
Oh. My. Stars. That. Hurts. I was going to run this morning, but all of a sudden my neck has decided to lock up on me. I seriously cannot turn my head to the right without shooting pain. I feel like my friend Nate's cat, Kitty Crooked Head. This really is going to put a kink in the day (pun definitely intended).

9:00 a.m.
Thanks to Jan's excellent link to a Washington Post article on knots, I'm now running a titch behind. Quick shower (neck still hurts even after five minutes under the shower massager) and even quicker decision to save a few minutes and go without a shave today. Coffee mug & nalgene bottle filled, mail ready for the post office, I'm out the door by 9:30.

9:30 a.m.-12:30 p.m.
At the office doing pastor stuff. Phone calls, email, worship planning, sorting the mail, scheduling visits, checking stuff on my computer. The quilters are here today, but I skip coffee with them to keep up on the momentum. My neck still hurts, so I decide to go home and apply the heating pad while reading Christian Century. When I mention this to the quilters they remind me what a cushy job I have. Don't I know it - but I'm still going home for lunch and a neck treatment.

12:30 - 1:30
A quick lunch & an hour on the easy chair with a heating pad & Christian Century allow me to move just a little bit better. For now. Started reading the Borg & Crossan article on Jesus' last week but it was just a bit too thick for a day when I'm distracted by my body. Maybe tomorrow afternoon?

1:30-3:00
Upstairs doing sermon prep via my Bible and Textweek.com. Some nice stuff to read, both for the Isaiah passage and the gospel reading from John. I've never preached on this particular Gospel reading before - at least, I don't think I have, since there are neither notes nor manuscript in my file from three years ago. So this will be interesting. Thinking of going with "Dinner on the Devil's Doorstep" as a sermon title.

3:00-4:00
Hymn planning meeting back at the church. Neck hurts again, but it's survivable. We only get Holy Week and the 2nd Sunday of Easter planned before Organist's piano lesson kids show up. But it's a lot to plan in one hour - we can get the rest of April next week.

4:00-5:00
Back home, change into shorts and running shoes for a quick 3 miles on the treadmill. Nice easy workout on account of my aching neck - just a 10:00/mile pace, some grade changes during commercials of last night's "How I Met Your Mother." The last scene of the show is a riot, but not suitable for blogging here, unfortunately.

5:00-6:00
Supper and dishes. I also fold/hang up the basket of clean laundry, wipe down the counters, put away the junk on the coffee table and leave a note for Beloved to watch HIMYM when she gets home. "I can bring home the bacon / fry it up in a pan..."

6:00 - 8:00
Prepare and deliver tonight's Genesis to Revelation class, with Power Point downloaded from Dr. Craig Koester at Luther Seminary. We work through the basics of Ezekiel and do a quick survey of God and Suffering in the Old Testament, leaving Job for next week (and possibly following weeks as well). I'd forgotten what a crazy visionary Ezekiel was; trying to distill it down into a one hour discussion group leaves a lot out. But it's a survey course and hopefully no one felt cheated.

8:00 - 10:00
Come home for the night to find Beloved & Ainsley already home. I get Ainsley into her PJs, give her a bottle, give her ANOTHER when she won't stop squirming, then finally get her sleeping and into the bassinette. Beloved and I watch "24" from last night while I savor a nice Schell Caramel Bock. Hopefully the alcohol will take the edge off of my still-aching neck.

10:00
This has been such a great day that I think I'll blog about it. Now I've done so. Now it's off to bed, where I'll read a chapter or two of The Brothers Karamazov until I fall asleep.

Pax,
Scott