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Monday, December 31, 2007

In his book Good to Great, author Jim Collins talks about a company's "stop doing" list--the (sometimes good) things a business should cut out to allow more time for the great, missional things.

I like this approach better than the traditional "start doing" focus of New Year's resolutions. Removing unhealthy or ineffective things can add so much to our quality of life. So here's my stop doing list for 2008. What's on yours?

In 2008 I need to stop......
--Slouching
--Arriving 5-15 minutes late for everything
--Looking at my multivitamins and refusing to take them for no reason other than laziness
--Multi-tasking (it doesn't work, you just do two things half as well)
--Leaving things in my car instead of just making the extra trip to bring them inside
--Buying CDs I never listen to
--Hitting the snooze button over and over (I'm instituting a two-hit limit in '08)
--Staying up later than I should (see above)
--Eating so many SunChips
--Rethinking old history and "what if" and playing the Game-O-Pointless-Regret
--Surfing the internet when I should be doing something productive
--Tossing contracts, bills and other paperwork into piles to deal with "later"
--Buying take-out instead of cooking from scratch


Whew.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Why I miss Mariners, my church in California: "Feliz Navido."

Monday, December 24, 2007

I thought this had to be fake, but it's "for reals" as my friend Kari says. I've bolded all my favorite parts, including the very best, a quote from the pastor who sees the pageant as "a good time for me to take off." Ha! 

Merry Christmas everybody. 


From the Roanoke Times:
'Organized chaos' at drive-through Nativity: The weather, animals and small children are among the challenges at a church's drive-through Nativity.       


Good angels don't return catcalls. That's an interpretation of the golden rule in full force tonight for the winged messengers who will hover outside Penn Forest Christian Church.

The three white-robed spirits atop 7-foot-high scaffolding are essentials in the church's annual live Nativity presentation. But in the past they have been baited by teenagers in cars.

"Sometimes you get boys who heckle. They may know the angels from school," said Gena Layfield, a member of the church who took vacation time from her job to volunteer in preparations for the pageant.

Teen angels have in past years hurled brickbats back at their earthly tormenters. "We say, 'Don't. Just don't respond,' " Layfield said. "Angels shouldn't lower themselves to insults."

Dealing with derision is merely one of numerous challenges that face the flock of the Southwest Roanoke County church as they set up an annual spectacle that's scheduled for 7 1/2 hours over three nights. Layfield said, "It's supposed to be postcard perfect, but it's really organized chaos."

The congregation goes way beyond tidy typical live Nativity scenes that feature Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus and a couple of shepherds. Compared to that, Penn Forest Christian Church's Nativity is Broadway. It has nine scenes staged 40 or 50 feet apart and spread around the church building, allowing cars a slow drive-through.

The $5,500 budget includes lighting and sound professionals so there's narration and music with each scene. The animals, rented from Natural Bridge Zoo in Rockbridge County, would do Noah's ark proud: several goats, sheep, donkeys and three camels -- all unruly and itching to escape into the surrounding residential neighborhood.

Counting the cast, stagehands and other support workers, there are 60 to 70 church members involved, representing more than 20 percent of the congregation.

There are no rehearsals -- everyone works or is in school all week. The dependability of volunteers is uncertain.

"If a Mary or Joseph, or even Jesus, gets sick or has to work late, you have to call on someone else," said Rodney Fulton, a retired high school technology teacher who has been volunteering since the pageant started in 1984.

Some children volunteer without knowing what they're getting into. Kneeling as a shepherd for the assigned shifts of 30 or 45 minutes can be tedious, Layfield said.

"Little kids get fidgety. So we'll accept shepherds as young as 4 years, but their parents have to be in costume right there with them."

Standing on tall scaffolds can be scary, especially when the wind picks up, let alone the occasional snow. "We interview the angels thoroughly to make sure they have the nerve," Layfield said.

Replacing characters during shift changes can be awkward. There aren't any curtains, so fresh actors appear from within the church at the side of those on duty.

"You may drive through at a time when there are more than three wise men," for example, Layfield said. "But you know, the Bible doesn't actually say how many wise men there were."

Still, the grass-roots character of the nativity is an integral part of its charm. Several children at the church originated the first pageant, on a much smaller scale, and it has remained a mission that bubbles up from the pews, not the pulpit.

Pastor Jim Herron wasn't even around this week for the preparation. "They know what they're doing. This is a good time for me to take off and visit family in Kentucky. I'll be back for Christmas Sunday," he said.

What he missed is the roughly 52 hours put in by about 15 people to arrange the nine sets that are heavy on carpentered pieces including 3-by-4-foot Bibles open to excerpts of the Scripture and braced against wind by heavy stands, a 20-foot-long silhouette of the Bethlehem skyline, giant clouds as a backdrop for the angels and a newly constructed stable.

"In the past we built the stable by buying 50 bales of hay that we'd stack," Fulton said. "But they were really heavy and this year, with the drought, hay is more expensive. So we built one out of wood that we can take apart and store every year."

Racing against the opening deadline of 6:30 tonight, when the first cars will be admitted, the workers still hadn't gotten around to painting the new stable in earth tones by Wednesday afternoon.

Under almost as little control as the weather are the pageant's bevy of beasts, which reside between performances in the church's fenced-in children's playground. "The camels we get are usually pregnant and that can make them resistant to going where they're supposed to and staying put," Layfield said.

Sheep tend to scamper away from the untrained shepherds. "Two sheep took off a few years ago during a snow and we chased them down in a neighbor's back yard," Fulton said.

In another incident a goat hopped on the back of a donkey. Neither the donkey nor the motoring audience seemed daunted.

Goats are consistent troublemakers, Fulton said. "They'll start butting each other and get tangled up in their ropes."

Traffic flow is critical, Layfield said, because Roanoke County authorities have warned that the show could be closed if jams -- which have extended for a half mile on two-lane Penn Forest Boulevard -- aren't cleared promptly.

An estimated 1,000 to 1,500 cars typically visit the pageant during its three-night run, and each performance lasts until the last car in line has driven through.

What the slow-moving audience doesn't see is the furious activity within the church building. Inside, eight to 10 members prepare a supply of soups, sandwiches, dessert and hot drinks for characters on breaks.

Five classrooms are alive with workers fitting costumes and grooming cast members. Three makeup artists roam among the rooms. "The beards are the hardest to get right," Layfield said.

The actors are encouraged to wear thick clothing under their costumes, which is one reason the event has never been closed early or canceled because of cold. Angels in sheer robes occasionally don white long underwear to preserve their immortal style.

Only twice in its 22 years has the show been interrupted -- both times by rain.

Fulton said he finds the pageant's call to duty compelling. This year, as always he said, there was a singularly evocative moment for him when the unpacking of costumes stored in the church basement revealed several sets of satin-covered angel wings.

They were made by Fulton's wife, who died in 1989. "Her name was Pansy, and she made them for our first year, 1984," he said, gazing at the wings, which were showing signs of wear. Tonight, for a new crop of angels who will wear Pansy's wings, the show will go on.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Season of Love


Last year I traveled to San Francisco with some of my favorite people to celebrate a friend's completion of the SF marathon (and to ogle the firemen giving away jewelry at the finish line).

Last weekend I attended the long-anticipated college graduation of one of my closest friends; the super fun celebration included a Ford Mustang Convertible (yes, we rode with the top down and the heat up), several late nights, a dinner party for 11, lots of laughing, and a full-on Santa costume. (Long story.)

Last night I listened to another good friend share her struggles to understand and accept a medical diagnosis.

Today I cried with a new friend here in Nashville who's facing Christmas while grieving the recent death of her best friend in a car wreck.

In the 1996 musical "Rent," the company sings,

How do you measure a year? 
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. 
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. 
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life? 
How about love? Measure in love.

Every bone in my cynical body wants to avoid sounding all after-school-specialish, but the older I get the more I value the friends who have become a second family. This year we navigated a couple of moves, a few graduations, an engagement, some kids starting kindergarten, some new babies on the way. We shared a year of midnights and misunderstandings and also some moments of laughing so hard those cups of coffee almost spewed back out our noses.

Ugh--I'm getting sentimental in my old age. But this Christmas I'm so grateful for all 525,600 minutes.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

I was recently asked to write an article about how Christian churches are helping people in need: the homeless, the poor, struggling single-parent families, etc. I need 8-12 examples and I don't have many right now.

Is your church doing something to serve those less fortunate? I hope the answer's yes. Would you take a minute to let me know the basic details? I hope the answer's yes to that, too.

Assuming two yesses, you can either just post a reply here as a comment or email me at buzz@standardpub.com. I'll choose some of the best examples and contact those churches to get more information.

Thanks! You were wondering what to get me for Christmas, and now it's all done.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

From the December 1961 "Good Housekeeping:"

What’s your charm quotient?

Have you a new hairstyle that’s swirled and curved for the holidays?

If you’re mad for eye makeup—but he’s not completely sold—do you apply it lightly and win his approval?

Will you pamper your husband with a frivolous Christmas gift you know he secretly desires?

Have you taken a walk outdoors lately to loosen the “shopping kinks”—making sure your spine is straight, tummy in, head high?

And while you’re walking, do you breathe deeply, for a Christmas glow that only fresh air can give?

Do you get a kick out of glimpsing your own neatly pink-polished toenails in the shower?

Do you automatically reach for powder and bright lipstick
every morning after you’ve washed your face?

Do you remember the names of persons important to your husband or beau?

For that party Saturday night, will you adopt the Golden Girl look to really make him sit up and take notice?

Is your housework organized so that you can join the family at tree-trimming time?

Look at your best feature. Are you
sure you’ve emphasized it to your best advantage?

Do you cream your face while you relax in a warm bath perfumed with your favorite bath oil?

Would you treat yourself to a lavish spraying of cologne—when you’re only going to wrap presents with your family?

If you’ve been neglecting the habit, will you put on his favorite dress tonight and greet your husband at the door with his favorite smile?


I didn’t score so well.


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Last weekend I experienced a second great Christmas program (scroll down to read about the first one). After hearing rave reviews of the pageant at Christ's Church at Mason, I drove up to Ohio to visit my parents and see the show.

The ravers were right--it was a well-done and meaningful production. But even as I enjoyed seeing the Christmas story (complete with an adorable toddler Jesus who kept his big eyes riveted on the wisemen and their entourage), I was also reminded of another kind of history.

I looked up at the stage Saturday night and recognized familiar faces in every corner: My third-grade Sunday school teacher. My mom's roommate before she was married. The woman whose lap I fell into after tripping down the stairs during my own choir concert in second grade (still a mortifying memory).

My parents have attended CCM for 25 years, not all of them happy or easy. Through three senior ministers, several capital campaigns, two buildings, and one name change my folks have slogged through the daily-ness of their own faith journey in that place, with those people.

They've taken seriously the idea that a church is a family--family with annoying cousins, dear grandparents, obnoxious nephews, the whole deal. Just as you don't quit family, the "lifers" at Mason keep serving together, choosing to love each other and tolerate each other's quirks even when it would be easier to quit.

This is not to say you should never leave a church; doctrinal shifts or other issues can mean it's time to move on. But many of the reasons often given for "church shopping" have nothing to do with such significant (and relatively rare) problems--often it's boredom with the worship service, dislike of another member or difference of opinion with a ministry direction.

Because my parents never spoke negatively about the church or its people while I grew up, I don't know if they experienced these common frustrations, but surely they did. As did the Meddings, Horsley, Phipps, Lewis, Clements and Henderson families. But they're all still there, and the result is a rich heritage. CCM continues to grow in numbers and buildings, but the long-time members enjoy a unique perspective on what it's taken to get there. And although the church is too big for "everyone to know your name," there is something priceless about a place where even a fraction have known your name for twenty years.

I've moved away, but I'm better for witnessing that kind of commitment. Because of my parents' faithfulness to their church, I not only have Christian brothers and sisters, but spiritual grandparents, aunts, and uncles. And a few annoying cousins.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

This month is going by in a blur. I'm only home in Nashville for two weeks of it, much of that time in two or three day increments, and I was bummed to miss the meditative service at St. Bart's and the Festival of Lessons and Carols at Scarritt-Bennett. Although I still regret missing those worship experiences this year, Thursday night more than made up for it.

18 months ago a group from
Fellowship Bible Church visited Kenya and left wishing they could do more for the people there. Because FBC is home to many of the top artists, studio musicians, and producers in Nashville, it wasn't long before they decided an original CD could be a catalyst for raising money. This December the church released Ring the Bells: A Christmas Offeringwith new songs written and performed by Christy Nockels (formerly of Watermark), Cheri Keaggy, Geoff Moore, Cindy Morgan, and others.

Amazingly, everyone involved not only wrote or played for free, but the church is donating every cent from the CD to their African mission partnerships.

Thursday night they took it a step further, and performed the music in two sold-out concerts--and all the money from ticket sales also went back to missions.

The thing about this project is these aren't just nice people doing something for free--it's one of the best Christmas CDs I've ever heard, and the concert was amazing. By the end, when Ronnie Freeman and Cindy Morgan sang the title track, the room was on its feet clapping, raising hands, and dancing along. There was such a spirit of celebration in the room--of the child born in Bethlehem and the children who will be helped in Africa.

So I'm resigned that Christmas 2007 will be hectic. But in the blur of travel, events, and work, Thursday night is one moment that will stand out in clear focus.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

I belong to an informal club called "We Must Convince Dick Alexander to Write a Book." The club has no dues or official activities other than remarking occasionally, "You know, Dick really needs to write a book," and then lamenting that he has no desire to.

We say this because not only does Dick have great insights on Christianity and culture, he also expresses them uncommonly well. Whether he's preaching or writing, he's a great communicator.

For several years I attended LifeSpring Christian Church in Cincinnati, where Dick serves as Senior Minister, and I still receive their online newsletter each week. My favorite part is Dick's article on the back page. Sometimes he discusses a recent world event and sometimes he focuses on some aspect of church life. No matter what the topic, it's great reading.

This week he hit it out of the park with an editorial on
The Golden Compass. In case you are one of the six Christians NOT currently on the receiving end of three dozen email campaigns to boycott the film and you have no idea what the fuss is about, The Golden Compass is a movie releasing this week, based on a book of the same name. Its author, Philip Pullman, has made his anti-God and anti-church views quite clear, and the backlash results from concerned parents who fear their children may adopt the same beliefs once this movie becomes a mainstream hit.

(Side note: I have a strict policy of not criticizing books or their movie versions until I've actually
read the book, so I can't comment on this one because I picked it up years ago and got bored three chapters in. Does anyone who has read the book have anything to say about it?)

Anyway, Dick briefly explains this situation to his readers and then writes about how Christians should respond:

Have you chuckled at Muslims who have a knee-jerk reaction to anything they perceive as offensive? A cartoonist draws bad-taste cartoons of Mohammed and there's a price on his head.

The Christian version of that is not as physically violent, but it can be verbally violent. Madalyn Murray O'Hair, the atheist who successfully led the drive to eliminate Bible reading and prayer from public schools, said the most hateful mail she ever received was from Christians. Demonizing Mr. Pullman is unlikely to cause him or those who agree with him to rethink their views.

God's not threatened by the book or the movie, Dick goes on to say, and then concludes with encouragement for parents to read or watch it together as a catalyst for discussion. Don't make it forbidden fruit, he suggests, but ask questions like, "The writer is angry at religion that abuses power. Isn't God? Aren't we?" or "What is a good 'compass' for life? Is there danger in just following our own hearts?"

He concludes by writing, "This will not be the last time our children encounter this message. But if they can learn now in the security of a loving relationship with thoughtful parents how to live in both grace and truth, they will be better prepared to live for God."

See what I mean? He's amazing, and no one outside of LifeSpring is getting to read this stuff!

If you want to join the WMCDATWAB club, just mention to someone sometime, in a rather resigned tone of voice, "I sure wish Dick Alexander would write a book." Perhaps we can come up with a hand signal or something with which to identify each other.

As for Golden Compass, if you've read the book, let me know your thoughts on this latest cultural kerfluffle.