family relations?

i’m watching cops right now. it’s in nashville and it involves a strange set of couples. right now a woman has called the cops to have them remove her ex-husband and ex-boyfriend from her front yard. sounded simple enough except for the fact that the ex-husband was living at the house till that morning when she apparently decided to kick him out while he was at work. of course, the ex-wife never actually told her ex-husband that she was kicking him out of the house. thus the ex-husband was standing in the front yard waiting for the ex-wife to arrive back to what he thought was their home because he had assumed that the only reason he couldn’t get into the house was because something was wrong with his key. nothing was wrong with his key, the ex-wife had changed the locks in order to keep him out of the house that he still thought he was living in.

during the conversation with the cops they found out that the ex-husband was actually husband number 3, 5, and 7 (he had been married to her three times and divorced three times and had been living with her until the change of door locks). in trying to figure out what in the world was going on the cops discovered that the male in the car with the woman was her brand new fiance, who just so happened to be another ex-husband (he had been husband number 4). the ex-boyfriend who had been watching the whole thing never really said where he fit in but i got the impression that he was the boyfriend sometime after husbands number 3, 5, or 7 (all of whom ironically were the same guy who had just so happened to be living with her until earlier that morning). the whole thing was very confusing to me.

where is doctor phil when you need him?

distractions

why is it that the most legitimate needs arise on the day in which i need to be most focused? i really needed about 5 hours of solitude for writing some bible study material. instead of quietness and peace i received tons of urgent messages today on real needs. these were real needs (from my youngest child having a headache to a church member being stranded on the interstate and not having anyone else to call). being a good dad and a minister meant helping with these needs. yet i still need to write two studies and format two others. i didn’t get anything done on those and i really needed to since i need to have them finished a week ago. it always seems to happen this way.

were you raised in a barn?

i’m sitting at cc’s coffee house drinking some blackberry tea and working on the material for our 2005 discipleNOW and i need to rant for a second. i need to rant about people leaving there trash every where. i walked into cc’s, purchased my tea, and then went to one of the “computer” tables to get to work. these tables hold three people side by side facing the window (the table allows you to sit right beside someone, within inches of each other, and pretend like there is not another person beside you). when i got to the only table that was open i noticed that two other people had been sitting there recently. i knew this because they decided to just leave their trash on the table when they left. ARGH! that infuriates me. there was a trash can at the end of the table – literally three feet away from the farthest person.

i’m sure these two people were probably very important people, much to important to actually throw their own trash away. they probably had to rush out to save someone’s life or stop a war. maybe they are allergic to garbage can bags and could die if they accidently rub against the plastic trash can liner. perhaps they had some really bad trash can experiences as children, like being forcibly placed in a trash can by a bully and rolled down a hill, and now they have an irrational fear of trash cans. surely they weren’t just lazy scum who decided they were better than everyone else and therefore didn’t have to pick up their own garbage.

anyways i didn’t want to sit by their garbage for an hour or two so i picked it up and threw it into the trash can at the end of the table. after all it’s up to the little people like me to pick up the garbage of the really important people like the ones who left this trash.

senoritis

i hate senioritis! it’s a very personal hatred too. i don’t hate it because my seniors are not around to be leaders within the youth ministry anymore – truthfully it seems to me each year that the junior class within the student ministry are almost always better leaders/servants than the seniors. it’s not even that the number of seniors attenders to our weekly services goes down because the past two years it hasn’t – last year we had more seniors attending at the end of the year than at the beginning and the same thing seems to be happening this year.

nope the real reason i hate senioritis is completely selfish – i don’t get to spend as much time with my seniors as soon as senioritis kicks into gear. even though we have more seniors coming to our weekly programs i don’t see the same seniors as often and when i do see them they don’t just hang out as much. we have a fair number of teens who regularly participate in the ministry. yet the whole thing still feels small because everyone loves each other and there is always allot of hanging out that happens before and after things. for some reason it seems like every year the seniors just don’t hang out as much. i love these guys & girls. i’ve spent four years getting to know my senior class. i love the circles of conversations that form after our wednesday night worship service, the view. in many ways these “circles” are the life blood of our ministry. i hate senoritis because it keeps our seniors from being a big part of these “circles”. they simply have other things going on now so they attend, they sing loudly, they listen well but they don’t hang out. that saddens me.

in addition to the fact that our kids love to hang out with each other one of the things i love about our student ministry is that our teens and adults desire to be apart of making things happen. we aren’t just putting things “on” for people to come to. we have a group of people who want to participate in the process of ministry. they show up early, they volunteer to help with things, they come up with ideas for things to be involved in and ways to improve what is going on, and last but not least they aren’t afraid to try something new and possibly fail completely (we frequently try things that fail miserably). senioritis leads to our seniors merely being “attenders” when they used to be “participants.” that saddens me.

slowly but surely our seniors are pulling out of our hang out “circles” and becoming attenders rather than participants. it happens every year and i guess i should be used to it by now. i’m not and i hope i’ll never actually be “used to it.” our seniors are showing up for events and programs and then leaving. they have new directions in life that are pulling them in new directions. i understand that but i still don’t like it. honestly, i feel like the new directions are pulling the kids away from me. yes this is all about me. i’ve seen them grow from eighth graders, small little pubescent punks :), to young men and women. i love hearing their stories. i love and enjoy these seniors (just like i did last year’s and the year before’s) both as individuals and a group. i miss them when i don’t get to spend as much time with them. every year about this time the seniors start simply coming to things and that’s when i start missing them.

i see it happening already and i am beginning to miss these kids already. that saddens me.

letter to the our church leaders

a friend of mine (chris) sent me the following “open letter” via email. i’ve since found it on brian mclaren’s site. anyways, i was amazed by this letter.

As a 24-year-old youth leader, I have had many conversations with teens and twenty-somethings, both churched and unchurched. If we truly listened, they might say something like this:

Dear Church, Leaders:

By now, some of you are beginning to notice that we, the high school upperclassmen, college students, and young adults, have lost interest and have decided that our time and money is better spent elsewhere. For those who actually want to know why, here is your chance to listen – and we know that this may be hard since many of you have learned to pretend that you’re listening to ease your aching consciences. Just so you know, you haven’t fooled us; we can see through your pretentious attempts. However, this is one last chance to hear us out – we may not speak again, so fasten your seatbelts.

Whether you realize it or not, we have actually learned very much from you, our priests, pastors, teachers, and parents. Sadly, we have learned more from your lives than from your lectures and sermons. We have learned that it is much more important to seek financial stability from high-paying, prestigious jobs and collect needless junk than it is to pursue a life of self-sacrifice and adventure. We have learned to evaluate others on the basis of race, gender, income level, and appearance. We have learned that memorizing mindless creeds and analyzing theological systems have little power in making us better people.

We have learned how to outsource responsibility. We have learned to leave childcare to the professionals, caring for the poor to the government, social justice to the ACLU and NAACP, reproductive decisions to Planned Parenthood, and environmental awareness to the Darwinists and tree-huggers.

Most of us will never return, at least not to an institutionalized church. We have zero interest in participating in your silly, religious subculture. Honestly, it’s ridiculous, cheesy, and self-serving. We will never give you our money, which we’d rather spend on rent and alcohol, so that you can make your Lexus payment or add to your building fund.

Do we sound too harsh? Where do you think we learned how to judge?

It may surprise you to find out that, although our church attendance is slipping, we are very interested in spiritual matters, perhaps more so than you. We are desperately searching for something touchable to transcend our lives of quiet desperation. We hate our jobs, we don’t know how to have healthy relationships, we are constantly seeking the next thrill. We are terribly bored and dissatisfied. We are screaming for answers.

We have also learned that we don’t want the life of any adult that we know.

You asked for it, so here’s our wish list:

We want our lives back. You told us that God wants us to live exciting lives, but that’s not what we found. We want our individuality valued. You told us that God created us exactly they way we are for special reasons – why do you invest so much time and energy trying to strip us of our uniqueness so that we can fit inside the same tiny little box you try to put your God into!!! By the way, most of us who may appear at a glance to be lazy are simply unmotivated. We’ll spend hours on creative projects; however, we simply have no desire to participate in a dehumanizing workforce that requires us to leave our individuality at home just to play a monotonous role in making another piece of worthless junk. Give us a reason to put our hearts back into our work.

Teach us HOW to think. You want us to believe that God is Sovereign and self-evident and that absolute truth exists. If He does, then He can speak for Himself. He doesn’t need a hypocritical entourage to defend Him with sleazy, used-car-salesman manipulation tactics. Teach us how to identify spiritual truth and how to spot the work of God in our lives – don’t hand us a pamphlet to memorize.

How about a little compassion? Whether we think Jesus is the Son of God or not, most of us have a favorable opinion of Him and recognize that he knew how to live a selfless life. We may never participate – after all, one of the other things we learned in Sunday school was how to live comfortably with a disconnect between our beliefs and our actions – but if you made honest attempts to follow His example, at least we could respect you.

One last thing: stop trying to make us fill your seats and sing your songs and listen to your sermons before you will “minister” to us. If you have no interest in forming actual human relationships with us, then don’t even bother. We are not projects. We aren’t an untapped market. We don’t need another program. We don’t need another product to consume. We do need friendship and we do need identity. Meet us here, and we might listen. Oh, and by the way, at that point you still might not need to say much because we pick up so much more from watching than from listening.

Sincerely,
Your prodigal slackers

napolean dynamite

the skit guys have taken some napoleon dynamite footage and green screened themselves into it to do their own little farce skit. it’s pretty good. here it is.

the cool thing is that my new video editing software now allows me to do “green screen” effects. of course, i have to get a green screen in order to do these but i can at least say that i could do the effects if i wanted to. who knows what new worlds of video this will open up to us for sundays and wednesdays?

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cricket

today was the day that pam tried out for jeopardy. she had to go to atlanta to do this and her mom, sister, and sister-in-law decided to join her for the journey. anyhow, she didn’t make it. out of seventy people there only four people made it to the next round of try outs. pam was not one of those.

since the boys & i were having a “guys only” weekend i thought it would be fun to go fishing. so we grabbed some bait and headed down to the lakes at l.s.u. just for the fun of it i decided to take montana, our basset hound, with us. this was probably not the smartest thing i have ever done. the lakes are filled with ducks, swans, and pelicans. apparently these birds and the mortal enemies of basset hounds because montana freaked out. any bird within barking distance (approximately three miles) was a threat and had to be scared away. my dad always told me as a kid that you had to be quiet when you went fishing because noise would scare the fish away. i’m really not very fluent in hound language and therefore i couldn’t figure out how to convey this information to montana. besides the boys and i kind of liked the fact that our usually quite lazy dog had now turned into a savage, duck hating beast. needless to say the fishing wasn’t that great.

the boys decided that montana had scared all the fish away and thus they thought it would be more fun to throw rocks. throwing rocks is a terrell boys past time. my guys can throw rocks for hours. today i only allowed them to throw for an hour and a half. they had a blast.

after duck chasing and rock throwing we decided to head home. we drove through l.s.u. and went by the commons area. that’s when we saw the indian guys playing cricket. since, neither i nor my boys had ever actually seen cricket being played we had to stop. we pulled over and watched these guys play cricket for an hour or so. cricket is a very confusing sport. i was able to figure out that one guy was trying to hit some pins with a ball and another guy was trying to hit the ball away and then run back and forth. other than those two tidbits i simply cheered when every one else was cheering. i’ve since read the rules of cricket and i am still not sure i understand any of the sport. even without knowing what was going on it was quite fascinating to see people actually playing cricket in southern louisiana. it was not something i was expecting to see.

count of monte cristo


i re-watched the count of monte cristo tonight and was reminded of how much i liked the film. i love action flicks that are more than just action. “the count” has a story of spiritual redemption running through out it’s plot. edmond dantes is redeemed by the end of the movie. the desire for vengeance that was destroying his soul is finally beaten down and he is again able to see GOD’s hand in action in the world. this aspect of the plot can be seen in two lines: 1) the warden says “GOD is never in france this time of year” explaining why GOD won’t save edmond from the torture he is about to receive, then 2) edmond’s friend says “once again GOD has noticed you out of the corner of HIS eye” pointing out edmond’s good fortune again.

i’m sadden to say that i have never actually read alexandre dumas’s book. i’m not sure why but for some reason i have never actually be drawn to any of his writting. i’ve heard the movie is quite different from the book. i guess i should read it and find out for myself.