Some photos from Mimi's visit

Here are some of the photos from Mimi's visit.

2007-Q2-Mimis Visit

Also, check out my flickr account (click on the Flickr slideshow on the right) for more.

New Family Photo

This is our first family photo in a couple of years. What do you think?

Missions and Meaning in the Global South

This past weekend I was blessed to attend the Christian Scholar's Conference at Rochester College near Detroit. The conference was enjoyable for many reasons but none more so than the plenary speaker, Philip Jenkins. Dr. Jenkins is a Distinguished Professor of History and Religious Studies at Penn State (and you thought they only played football and volleyball!) and he has recently written several books on global Christianity.

This weekend he presented two plenary sessions on the emerging shape of Christianity in the Global South (a term loosly used to refer to Africa/Asia/South America). The first session was a fascinating discussion of how reading the Bible is a fundamentally (no pun intended) different experience in the Global South than in the Global North. This lecture was based on one of his recent books (if you are at PU, this work is available as an "eBrary book" and can be read online in its entirity through WaveNet). This lecture was a 1-hr reminder of many of the pressing lessons we discussed during my MS in Missions at ACU (which oddly enough is now being led by one of my MS colleagues). I firmly believe--just as I did then--that every Christian should become familiar with these ideas. Nothing will shatter ones familiar (and often tired) views of scripture, authority, meaning, and truth than a realistic examination of how the "living oracles" come to have meaning in different ways in different cultures. I highly recommend Jenkins' work.

The second plenary session was on a book currently in progress tentatively titled "How Christianity Dies" (isn't that provocative?). In this session he discussed the rise (and fall) of Christianity in Asia and the "middle-east" from the first century to the 14th. It was a fascinating look at a time in history that has many similarities to our own. While many American and European Christians fear that we are moving towards a "post-Christian" world, this session gave me hope that God is simply moving in new and powerful ways around the world. The hegemony of the north and west may be coming to an end, but the Spirit is alive and well. For further thought on a very similar topic, I recommend Leonard Allen's recent book which I re-read on the plane from Detroit).

Lions, Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Monday night as the kids prepared for bed we heard an awful noise.  It sounded like a very angry, and very large cat meowing...or hissing...whatever.  It occurred about four or five times in a row.  I heard it from the kids rooms and on my way up the stairs. 

Then, I heard it again after I was upstairs and went to the back balcony to investigate.  It was dusk, so I couldn't see anything very clearly.  However, I heard and saw several deer hopping away rather quickly from the backyards immediately behind our house and up into the "tree line" of the mountain above.  Of course, the quail took off once the deer arrived, so it was rather noisy.

Then, I heard the MEOWWWWWwwww again and noticed that one of the bushes in the yard diagonally behind our house was shaking violently.  Rather odd, no?  I went in to get a flashlight, but as you might expect, Marcus had taken them all to who-knows-where for some kooky experiment or something.  So, I came back in and didn't worry about it.  Madison ran up and asked in her sweetest eight-year-old-girl-voice...

Do you think that was a mountain lion?

To which, I in all my paternal wisdom, replied,

No.  It just sounded like a big cat.

Duh.  That's exactly what a mountain lion is.  So about an hour later, we receive a call from a concerned mother in our neighborhood alerting us that one of the new fawns was attacked and killed by a mountain lion!  Right behind our house!  The guts and stuff were still in our neighbors backyard. 

Now that is not an everyday occurrence back in home.

1 banana
+ 1 pair of pants
+ bicycle
=
near disaster!

So, I finally have something fun to write about. Today, I have to make some returns while I'm out getting my ear checkup. So, I rode to work today on my bike with a banana in one hand and a pair of pants to return in another. Obviously, this wasn't so easy. In case you've not seen the campus of Pepperdine University, its not exactly like the midwest. It's basically carved into the side of a hill. So there are very few flat surfaces to bike on. That makes riding a bike with your hands full a challenge. But, I made it all the way to work.

Unfortunately, I forgot my keys.

So, I thought "I should just leave the banana and pants here at the front desk while I go get the keys.". But, no...I'm too vain! "If I leave the pants", I reasoned, "someone might see what size they are and that will be embarrassing!" So, I thought, "I can at least leave the banana!" But again, my pride prohibited it and I thought "But someone might think I'm on a diet if they see me eating a banana!" I know, isn't it crazy! Pride and Vanity are evil masters, no?

So, I head right back home with the banana in my right hand, the pants in my left and my hands gently laid on the handlebars. Of course, the ride home is much more dangerous because its mostly downhill. That means I'm really cooking as I head down Via Pacifica and in through Via De Casa and onto Mariposa. And, of course, since I can just barely steer, I am trying to take a direct route...a straight line from the B-school parking lot to the pool at Mariposa. That usually works fine...I do it once a day with my hands empty.

But today was a bit different.

Today, I was coming back home at 8am on the nose. Of course, that is when people are going to work, dropping of the kids, walking the dogs...lots of stuff.

You guessed it...just as I hit the intersection of Via de Casa and Mariposa one of my neighbors was reaching it. They came to a complete stop (which, by the way, I rarely do at that stop sign!)...looked both ways... and since I was coming so fast I pulled up on them from their right just as they were looking to the left.

I tried to scream "Look out!", but my mouth was full of banana.

I tried to veer right, but as further evidence of what an awful odds calculator the human brain is, my cognitive subroutine preferred not squishing the banana by making a hard right turn over not hitting a Honda Civic.

As they gradually eased forward into my front wheel, I thought stupid banana!. Did I mention I was not wearing a helmet?

Well, the end of the story is that I'm fine. I have a very minor "boo-boo" on my elbow from where I hit the street. But since (thank God!) they came to a complete stop at the intersection I was just barely hit. If it had been one of the more reckless drivers on our street (and you know who you are, JA!) I could have been killed or at least seriously injured and spent the rest of the summer nursing a broken leg or shoulder.

OK...so now for the interesting part. This whole story reminds me of a conversation I had last night with my good buddy DMS. DMS and I were talking about a local pastor who recently resigned and has since been found to have been a serial philanderer. DMS, naturally, reacted with the "how can somebody do that! How can they risk their career, family, and ministry for such a fleeting pleasure?" attitude. I argued back that all of us basically do that to a lesser extent all of the time. I'm not talking about the "two-faced", hypocritical issue...but the issue of weighing risk.

In retrospect we look at this pastor and say "how could you commit such indiscretions and risk losing everything?" But, I suspect that for him, it did not begin as a decision to commit multiple extra-marital affairs. It likely began with something as "little" as allowing his eyes to remain a bit longer on a woman at the gym...or allowing himself an "innocent" conversation with a woman he found attractive. One thing leads to another and he likely never sat down and calculated the risk of taking the next step.

But, I think in some ways our two situations are perilously similar. Like me, he was a terrible odds calculator (the odds of getting "caught" in adultery have to be approaching 1). Like me choosing to save my banana and risk my life, he probably allowed some relatively minor issue outweigh the much bigger ones. Like me, he probably made a series of bad decisions that independently were minor, but together were overwhelming.

So, the next time you are making some "minor" decision, it may be worth asking,

what's the worst that could happen if I choose to do this?

Then decide if that is an outcome you are willing (or able) to live with. If not, you should give it serious consideration.

Even something as silly as saving a banana can cost your life. (BTW-the banana was squished all over the street after all plus now I need to buy a new wheel for my bike. Doh!)

The kick dance

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Originally uploaded by o2bupsidown

Isn't this great!

Madison as the Wind

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Originally uploaded by o2bupsidown

Madison did a great job as a "Windy Sister" in today's Webster Weather Show. Here she is singing, "You Go Where We Blow".

Tasteless...

So, did you know that one of your taste nerves is routed through your inner ear?  Neither did I until today.  Apparently after the surgery I just had I can expect somewhere between two weeks and a lifetime of no taste on the left side of my tongue.  Actually, it's worse than that.  It's not a lack of taste, but a bitter, acidic, metallit taste on the entire length of my tongue.  You know how it tastes when you touch both ends of a 9-volt battery to your tongue?  That's exactly what my entire left-side tastes like.  NASTY.

One helpful member of the Yahoo! Cholesteatoma Group offers this suggestion...

I too have lost the taste on the side I had surgery.  I've turned that into paying my bar tab once in awhile.  Just bet people you'll hot stuff or anything they will bet you on, within limits of course.  Would hate for the taste to all of a sudden come back eating or drinking something awful.

It's a Success

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Originally uploaded by M_M_M_M_M_W

I had the cholesteatoma removed. It was much larger than they expected, so the surgery was a bit long. But all is well. I'm resting through the weekend and on doctor's orders not to do any strenuous activities. Thanks for all the support and prayers.