Hail to the dorks!

Recently, I have been accused of being a dork more often that usual (which is saying a lot). Why am I being called a dork? Because I am a proud Belegarth participant. What is belegarth? Well, think paintball, but instead of guns and paint, we use foam swords and shields (and clubs, flails, javelins, etc.) That's right, I sword fight. And this isn't cute cuddly foam, but industrial strength stuff... the kind that leave bruises... BIG bruises. :D Now I don't care if I'm called a dork, I know who I am and have no problem with it, infact I probably embrace it a bit too much. But this got me thinking... which is it better to be a "cool" person or a "dorky" one? Who has more power really? Who could survive without the other? I know some "cool" people and obviously am aware of at least a few "cool" people on the larger society scale... and you know what I notice? They set trends. Like clothing, gadgets, etc. But did they create such clothing, gadgets, etc.? NO! THE DORKS DID! Where would "cool" people be without the dorks? They'd be nothing. Hail to the dorks! :D That is all. Haha.

Tis STILL the season...

No, not that season. Well, yes it is THAT season, but I'm referring to the political season that so many hoped would be over as soon as the votes were tallied that first Tuesday of November. Now I had a lot of thoughts on that election, but since Jennifer and I left for our Mexico trip right after that I didn't have time to post. And by the time we got back it felt a little like just trying to self-righteously add my voice at the tail end of the clamor, so I didn't. However in light of the past 24 hours I think the opportunity and responsibility is still there.

For anyone living outside of Illinois (or in a cave in Illinois) who may not have heard, our sitting Governor Rod Blagojevich has been taken into custody by the federal government. He is being accused of a number of things, but most prominently "pay for play" politics and allegedly trying to auction off the Senate seat that became vacant when Obama was elected. Now I'm not going to say he is guilty (you know, I do still believe in that whole innocent until proven guilty thing) but I will say it would not come as a shock to find out it is true. Actually, "come as a shock" is too strong. It wouldn't come as something worth raising an eyebrow at, if it is true. But the laundry list of things about our current Governor that I didn't care for is not what I'm here to talk about. What I do want to address is the response to the new situation that I have seen from so many Christians (myself included at first). So many people are practically rejoicing at the latest developments. They are proclaiming a great win for the people of Illinois and really wouldn't mind if they locked him up and forgot about him. Most of these same people also were very quick to speak very harshly and disrespectfully about him in the past. Again, I am not going to shed a tear for the charges filed against him, nor defend him in his actions. I believe he made his bed and now must lie in it. (As we all do at one time or another.) But there are two things that bother me about this attitude coming from the "christian" community.

1.) Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. Romans 13:1-2 (NIV)

Rod Blagojevich is still our Governor. No that doesn't mean he gets a free pass for illegal activity. No that doesn't mean that we follow his laws if they truly contradict God's. But that DOES mean we still need to respect and honor him. And I just don't see how "christians" calling him derogatory (and even vulgar) names is honoring or respecting him. Or how rejoicing that "the idiot is in jail" (as I heard one person say) honors or respects him. No I don't agree with what he has done and I'm not defending him, but one day I (and all people) will have to stand before God and give account of all our words. I already have more than enough that I am ashamed of, I don't need to add more here. God's word is pretty clear. We are to honor our leaders, it doesn't qualify only the ones we like, but all of them.

**The reason I have put "christian" in quotes is that the term means to be Christ-like... and I just don't think we can use the term and then act this way. I'm not making light of anyone's belief, but the use of the term with these actions.**

2.) Secondly, I find so many believers who are almost giddy at the downfall of our Governor. They have been so dissatisfied with his politics that they didn't care how he left as long as he is gone. They have no problem deriding his name, throwing him out the door and hoping that he disappears into the night. But we have a problem claiming to be Christ-like and reacting like that... Rod Blagojevich is still created by God. Rod Blagojevich is loved by God.

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9 (NIV)

I don't know about his relationship with Jesus Christ or if he has one. What I do know is that he has fallen down and made mistakes (who hasn't?) and he needs compassion and forgiveness and the Truth of God in his life right now. Now some might say "but I haven't done..." But sin is sin right? We've all done that and it all counts. Shouldn't we as Christians stand up and say, "Yes, mistakes were made, and yes there are consequences, but my God is one of forgiveness. I know the God of restitution and reconcilliation. Lemme me share His love with you." But instead I find so many believers dancing on the grave of a fallen man who is no different than you and me but for the Grace of God.



Those are the two things that I find running through my head at a pretty constant rate right now. One of the reasons I find myself looking at things from the point of view is that my hope is not in the government. My hope was not hinged on McCain OR Obama winning the election. Neither man was going to "fix" america, only God can do that. So when Obama won I was actually happy in a way... when Obama was not able to create this new change utopia that many people expect (because he may end up being a great leader, but he still won't be the savior of America... no one outside of Jesus is), God's church would have an opportunity to stand up and proclaim that an elected official will not "save America" but that we know a God who can. I was afraid however, that believers might get into a mud-slinging fight with those who support the "liberals". If our current situation in Illinois is an indication, my fears may come to be. But does it change how I live my life? No. My hope is still in God, not this government, not this country, not anything else. Whether the economy rebounds or the country falls apart, I know that God has me here for this time and a purpose. It doesn't change who I am or who God is, it simply changes the setting for this epic adventure of walking with God. One that I hope someone shares with Gov. Blagojevich. And yes, I'm praying for him and if I get the chance to be that person, I hope I step up. Hope you all are well. God bless.

Just an FYI...

Yes it has been a bit of a blogging dryspell for me, I apologize, but it will only continue for a bit. We are in the middle of a move across town that has involved packing my grandma's house, painting the house, packing our house, moving into my grandma's house, and cleaning our old house... it's been busy. We don't have our internet hooked up at the new house yet, so I only have limited net usage. Add to that Jenn and I are leaving on Thursday for 12 days in Mexico on a missions trip and I just won't be on much. I promise that will change later in the month. God bless and I hope you are all well.

- Matt "I hate packing" Schrock

Quick updates...

Odds are there won't be regular posts for a bit... here's why.

* We are getting ready to move across town to my Grandmother's house, and she is moving to a new addition on my parent's house. Needless to say, lots of packing, painting and unpacking. Busy busy busy.

* Jenn and I are leaving for Mexico in a few weeks, YIKES!

* Still trying to finish typing up all my notes/journal entries from Albania... taking forever.

* Trying to start a not for profit organization... I hate paperwork. Especially legal paperwork.

* Have Papa Ken (and some others) visiting this weekend at church, should be uber-exciting but also quite busy.

* Traveling next weekend to visit some dear friends, The Allisons. You have no idea how excited I am for that.

* Trying to start sharing Adopt-A-Child with some local churches. Lots of prep to do.

* Going to Mizzou for Thanksgiving, so more traveling.

All in all, quite busy right now, so if I don't get to this as often as I'd like, I apologize. God bless.

If I have not love....

(Oh and before I forget, no I'm not avoiding talking about Albania... it's just this is what is pressing on my heart at the moment, and I write about what I'm dealing with... so this is what we get this time out) We live in a culture that loves to talk. We have talk shows, gossip magazines, call-in radio shows, analysts for every political event, sporting event, social event, everything. But what we love more than talking even, is talking with no restrictions, with no ramifications for our sound bites, at least with no REAL ramifications. It doesn't matter if we are right or wrong, if we can back it up or not, just so long as we say it. Look at the number of blogs on the web. The number of videos on youtube that are responses to someone else's response to something. How pretty much ALL of the major web reporting sites (be it sports, politics, whatever) have comment sections at the bottom. It's all about talking. But what society really loves is to take those opportunities to "speak" and just say turn it into a shouting match. I LOVE to read espn.com, and sometimes I will venture into the comments section, but so often the comments have nothing to do with the article. It's turned into a "who can insult who more" mud pit.

Most of the time this comment phenomenon, while it annoys me, doesn't really bother me. There are a whole lot of things in this fallen world that annoy me, but you have to choose your battles and this wasn't one I felt I needed to choose. But then this week two things happened that made me think about it. One, Jennifer and I went and saw Fireproof. If you don't know what Fireproof is, it is a movie starring Kirk Cameron (yeah, Mike Seaver, for those of us old enough to remember that). It was produced by a Chrisitan movie company and is about a fireman (cameron) who is on the verge of losing his marriage, his decision to try something to humor his father and the subsequent journey it takes him on. I really liked the movie, and if you know me I tend to be a cynic with "Christian" movies. They tend to strike me as too cheesy and patronizing, but this one was really well done. And yes, some might say the acting in the supporting cast left something to be desired... but then you find out the cast was made up of church members and not professional actors and they get a pass on any minor stiffness. There was a song in the movie that Jennifer really liked and so I started doing some net searching for the name , in the process came across a number of sites that had, you guessed it, comment sections. And the mud-slinging was in full force. Sadly, it was from people who claimed to be believers as well as those who did not. It really saddened my soul... for a couple of days actually. The weird thing is I couldn't really put my finger on why is dismayed me SO MUCH. Sure it upset me and made me sad for those who were so angry in their posts, but why did it cut to my core?

I've now gone over and over this in my head and spirit for a few days and I think I have an answer. It actually came from a question I posed to myself. As I thought about the comments and how much it hurt my heart to read the posts, I asked myself "then why didn't you post something?" And after really considering it for a moment, this is what I came up with. "Because I would just be another crashing cymbal in this symphony of noise. They don't know me, why should they listen to anything I say." And there it was. "They don't know me." We are a society that is incredibly connected yet disconnected. I know people who literally interact with hundreds of people via the web, but have physical contact with very few people. They have lists and lists of people who know a little about them, but hardly anyone who knows the real them. And that's what I thought of as I thought about those comments. Not what they said or how they said it, but if there was anyone in their lives who could speak God's love and truth into them. Someone who has taken the time to show love, to gain trust and share truth with compassion and caring. We are a society who wants our truths broken down into sound bites that we can pick up at our local drive up window as we speed through our lives. But that doesn't last. People need more. And that is what made my soul so sad, because the community of believers in this nation have dropped the ball, myself included. I blog. I love to blog. But I would trade all my websites in a heartbeat if it meant I had to choose between that and spending time investing in the lives of those around me.

So where does this leave me? It simply reminds me that if I am talking and talking and talking, but not taking the time to invest in those I talk to, then I am simply the resounding gong to which Paul referred. It's the talking without words that makes all those words matter.

On a TOTAL side note, last night I had the opportunity to be the color commentator for a local radio broadcast of Arthur's Homecoming football game. Now before you get too impressed, please know that this is a smaller radio station and it does not offer streaming radio via the internet, so we were probably heard by about tens of people at best. Either way I got to be the color man with a good friend of mine (Doug Davis) offering up the play by play. And yes, if you do happen to know both Davis and I you realize that the people who allowed us to do this had NO idea what happens when the two of us get together. By the grace of God we didn't get sidetracked and start rambling incoherently. It was a good game and we actually didn't do too bad (or at least no one has said we did poorly) and I LOVED IT!!! Big surprise, I enjoyed being given the opportunity to talk about football for 3 hours. I'm actually hoping they liked us and ask us to do it again. I do love to talk. God bless.

-The man without a mute button

Ok, so here goes...

Yes, so I've been putting off writing on here because it's still such a massive undertaking to try and talk about/describe the trip. But I don't want to wait too long so I'm going to try and dive in. Part of the problem is I've been trying to figure out what type of format to write in. Should I try and break it up by days? By topic? Just go with a stream of consciousness ramble? None have really "clicked" and that's been a large struggle. So without any overall "plan" on how to write about it all, I'm just going to dive in on the first one and see where it goes. Today's method will be a collection of seemingly random ideas. Enjoy.

*Jennifer and I are now officially representatives of Adopt-A-Child, WOO HOO!!! There is no way to convey the level of excitement I feel over that. We now have packets that we are responsible for and are authorized to seek out opportunities to share about the ministry of AAC. Last Sunday we shared about the trip at church and had 3 kids sponsored, which was amazing. :D Now we are in the process of figuring out the paperwork that needs to be filed when and where, our plan for promotion, and our plan for follow-up. It's exciting.

* I am trying to figure out this whole Skype thing. Apparently this is THE way to contact people in the world of international ministry, so I'm working on it. If you happen to know me and have skype, contact me and we'll get connected.

Now for the trip...

* We flew out of the international terminal at JFK airport in NYC. It was odd to be on American soil and TOTALLY feel like a foreigner. Not bad, just odd. It wasn't a bad experience at all aside from the fact that a seven hour layover is NOT FUN.

* Germany is gorgeous. The architecture, the landscape, everything. We got to ride the autobahn. (No I didn't drive it, but by that point I had been up for about 30 hours and me behind the wheel was not a good idea.) One of the coolest things was just seeing the architecture that was old. I mean, we stood next to a statue that was constructed in 1424... That's 50 years before "Columbus sailed the ocean blue". C'mon, we just don't have that kind of history in our nation. I know the USA hasn't been around that long in terms of the world, and we at times give it lip service. But more often than not we have a view that it's all about us and always has been... that everyone should live how we live, think how we think, etc. But standing next to an almost 600 year old statue is pretty humbling. (Now it was a statue of a wiener dog, and apparently the dog saved it's owner, a royal of some sort. I'm not sure how a wiener dog saves it's owner, perhaps the man ate the dog to survive... but either way he made a statue of it.)

* I need to mention that at the moment I don't have my pictures at my disposal, so you won't get any visual aids on this one. Hopefully next time.

* We didn't do a whole lot of ministry in Germany mostly due to our jet lag. We got in on Sunday, and were up for about 40 hours by the time we went to bed, and then left early on Tuesday. So most of our time was spent trying to recover and sight-see. But it really was one of the best things we could have done, for without that time to recover, we would have been a mess in Albania.

* During our time in Germany, many of the people we met thought we must be from a very large church since they could afford to help pay for our trip. We told them that our church wasn't large, but that they were just a very giving church. This was a great commendation upon our church, but a rather sad commentary on the american church as a whole. There are churches out there with huge congregations and seemingly endless funds... but how are they used? Do we just build bigger and more extravagant buildings filled with more "stuff"? Are we ignoring a better use of our funds in the world around us? Consumerism is the focus of american society, but should it be the church's? Do we need flatscreen tvs in the halls of the church? Do we really need all the lights and flash for worship services? Do people come to our meetings because we have the Love of Christ, or because we have the "stuff"? This train of thought only got stronger as we were in Albania. It was very hard for me to come back and go on with life as before. (See previous post and the Lord of the Rigns quote) I could go off on a huge rant, but I'll stop there for now. I'm sure I'll pick it up later.

* One day in Germany we got to eat a snack at an outdoor cafe. We had waffles and hot chocolate. OH MAN was it good. :D

Ok, that's it for now. Next time I'll pick it up with thoughts on Albania. It may be random or more flowing, I don't know. Hope all is well with you. God bless.

-me

I'm not dead yet

And you must read that title using the vocal inflection from Monty Python.

That's right, I'm back. Actually, I've been back in country for almost a week, but haven't written anything for the need to process everything from our trip. It was a great trip in so many ways, and even now I don't feel like I've been able to wrap my head around what took place. One of the things weighing on me has been "How do I convey what happened (both in writing and in person)?" It was too much. I've seen and heard too many things. I've been impacted by so much. I've been encouraged and humbled, broken down and rebuilt. It was more than I could have possibly hoped for. But now what? As we flew back a quote from the Lord of the Rings popped into my head (imagine that... me using a movie quote to quantify a milestone in my life haha) It's from the end of the Return of the King and Frodo is reflecting on the journey:

"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back?"

Seeing all I've seen, how do I reconcile my drive to help the ministry and the need to uphold my daily responsibilities? How can I live in the midst of this society that champions consumerism when all I want to do is give it all away? But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start over.

I realized as I came back that pretty much anyone who's read my blog knew I was going to Germany and Albania... but pretty much didn't know why. (Which in my defense I could not have explained before due to my lack of really knowing WHY I was going in the first place.) Jennifer and I had put our names on a waiting list to take a group to Albania to visit the ministry of Adopt-A-Child. (I'll explain what that is in a minute) But due to some change-over in personnel the ministry had to cancel all group trips for 08, including ours. No big deal, we started working on another option (which became the trip taken to India in July). But shortly after that, Jennifer and I were contacted about an opportunity for the two of us to join with another group and go at the end of August. We immediately jumped on it. The tricky part was we didn't really know why we were going. We hadn't filled out an application, or designated what type of trip we desired. All we knew was there was an opportunity to go, and we went. As we started to learn more about the trip and who was going, we realized we would be with various staff of the international Adopt-A-Child (AAC from here on out) offices. Now that sounds like it should clarify why we were going... but in reality we didn't even really know there WERE international offices. So it didn't help much. We didn't work for AAC, weren't looking to and now we're on this trip with other staff. We didn't know if we were just tagging along, just getting an in depth look or coming back as staff, ha. I mean, we just wanted to visit the kid we sponsor, lol. Anyway, time to leave came and we just left in faith that God would show us why on earth He'd asked us to travel across the world.

Now I need to stop for a second. SOOOOOO much happened on this trip that it's pretty much impossible to put it all in one post without writing a novel. For the sake of space (and my sanity) I won't go into what happened exactly in this post. I will put more in subsequent installments, but for now I'll just talk about WHAT Adopt-A-Child is for anyone who doesn't know.

Adopt-A-Child is a ministry based in Guatemala and Albania. It sets up feeding centers in villages for the children of the area. There are 3 (soon to be 4) in Albania and 9 in Guatemala. The children come and get nutritional meals, limited dental and medical treatment, and spiritual care. These are not necessarily starving or abandoned children. But many are malnourished and in need of basic medical care. AAC allows any child who wants to come to eat and then have the opportunity to attend bible classes afterward. The classes are not mandatory, it's totally the choice of the child. At the bible classes, the children are presented with the Gospel of Jesus Christ. They are given opportunity to receive salvation, taught how to pray and sing LOTS of songs. As the children grow older they are given the opportunity to attend discipleship classes which teach more than the basic intro to salvation, but how to live a godly life and in turn live out their witness. Each child that comes is registered and tracked with a namecard. Then AAC gives people in other countries (such as the US, UK and Germany to name a few) an opportunity to partner with them and sponsor a child. The sponsor gives roughly $30 (or however little or big they can afford) to help offset the costs for feeding. The sponsor is also given the opportunity to interact with the child through letters and pictures.

That's a basic overview of what AAC does. What I didn't realize is exactly how it does it. There are multiple offices internationally, there are multiple internation directors and then support staff of various regional influence ranging from overseeing whole countries down to the church contact who is the local face of AAC. The only face I'd ever known for AAC was Ron and Pat Kelly, the top dogs. We've known them for a number of years and they are good friend with Dad. But due to the vast amount of responsibility/traveling that they do, we don't see them in person much. And because they were the only face of AAC we'd known, we were in the dark about the rest of the structure.

Now you might be thinking "that's great, but there are A LOT of feeding programs out there, what makes Adopt-A-Child so special?" I'm glad you asked:

1.) AAC is not a feeding program. It is a ministry that uses food as a way to open doors. The main focus is NOT the food. The food is simply a tool. The focus of the ministry is preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ. Where there is free food, there will be kids (duh). Then the team has an opportunity to share the love of Christ with those kids. BUT because they want to make sure the kids are doing well in all aspects, the team will also do home visits to check on the child (and see if there are siblings who might want to come as well) which gives the team an opportunity to share the love of Christ with the parents. It's all about sharing the gospel. That is what is of the utmost importance in this life. You can feed starving children, which is absolutely a good thing to do. But whether a child is starving or full to the brim... if he or she does not have a personal relationship with Jesus, they are going to Hell when they die. And we're all going to die. You can rid the world of hunger, but it's still just a giant band-aid. It's just delaying the critical point. We all die and without Christ we go to Hell. Period.

2.) I can vouch for the fact that AAC is not going to steal your money. 90% of what is given goes directly into supporting your child. Only 10% is taken out for other costs. You can either believe me or not, and that's all I'm sayin on that.

3.) If the host countries would suddenly decide that all foreigners had to leave, the ministry of AAC would continue. Why? Because the ministry is staffed and run by nationals. All of the feeding/serving/teaching done in the feeding centers is done by local people. They have been mentored and trained and are now turning around and mentoring/training others. I've seen too many foreign missions works fall apart because it all relied on one or two people usually the visiting missionaries. And if those people had to leave the whole thing would fall apart. This is not that type of ministry. That was so exciting for me.

4.) The financial support of the sponsor is great, but it's really the corespondence that is vital. I saw kids who had every letter/picture/gift from their sponsor in places of honor. It's really about that relationship that makes AAC special. Some people are put off by the name "Adopt-A-Child". No this is not an adoption agency. In fact, it's near impossible to do that from Albania. Many of these kids have their families intact. That's not what it's about. What it's about is spiritually adopting a child/family. It's about becoming invested in a life and being a spiritual father or mother. And while I am NOT saying that adopting children in the natural is not important, is adopting someone in the spiritual any less vital?

Ok, that's my spiel for now. good grief this is long. I'll leave you with a few pictures from our trip. (And yes I mean just a few, I don't think you want me to post all 480 pictures Jennifer and I took... nevermind the 3 gig of pics we got from everyone else. :D) But before I do, if you would like more information on AAC you can either contact me or check out this website www.adopt-a-child.com (This is the UK site, the ministry is working on kicking off a new site, but it's still in the construction phase.) If this has tweaked your heart I STRONGLY encourage you to find out more and get involved. When I mentioned the Lord of the Rings quote I really meant that's how I feel. Just FYI you'll be hearing a lot more about AAC from me... Jennifer and I are in the process of becoming representatives with authority to speak/promote the ministry whereever our shoes may tread. :D Now the pics...

p.s. The boy in the picture with us is the child we sponsor.

Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane...

I do love that song. Well, loyal readers... yes, both of you, I am now about 8 hours from venturing out on this latest expedition. We are taking a train to chicago friday, then flying out early saturday morning. We spend 2 days in germany and then off to albania. So I won't be net surfing until we get back September 3. (And even then probably won't be on until Sep. 4 due to jet lag, haha) I had a whole blog with substance planned, but due to time quickly disappearing (due mostly to packing issues) I'm too tired to try. I hope you are all well and I'll talk at ya soon. God bless.

-The rookie world traveler

T-minus...

Alright, as I sit here just a few hours away from officially entering my third decade of life it's time to post the last installment of my walk down memory lane. I need to say thanks to everyone who's emailed me or commented on various pages reminding me of things I had not posted. Obviously there are way too many memories to accurately list them all, but the help has been a lot of fun. Also, I promise to have a much more thought provoking post shortly, but I have thoroughly enjoyed doing this whole venture. And now, the final segment...

BACK IN ARTHUR

* Mom, Dad, Nick, Kevin, Jennifer and I all living in one 3 bedroom home for a week with ALL of our stuff while we try to find apartments for Jennifer and I, and then for Kevin

* Kaylee and every "first" moment with her

* Quitting my full time job to look for a part time one to spend more time at the church, THEN finding out we were pregnant

* The trip to Chile/Peru

* Tooey, tyler's backpack/child

* driving in Chile/Peru

* the local remedy for altitude sickness, haha

* eating llama (a rather tough meat)

* the trip to San Diego

* getting to see the Matt and Suzi Marquez for a week

* watching Charlie get attacked by nature (i.e. the waves at the beach)

* seeing Charlie being almost drug out to sea... in about 4 inches of water

* learning Jack in the Box had tacos on their menu

* making the videos for the kids crusade at San Diego

* the blooper reel for the videos

* learning I have a talent for writing awesomely random puppet skits

* telling the entire easter story with puppets... narrated by a monkey and using a frog to portray Jesus (yes, we crucified a puppet frog)

* Daniel the musical (puppet show)

* puppet chucking

* the birth of Clueless the Frog

* The IR

* The founding members of the IR... some of the best young men I've ever had the privilege to know

* The Dread White & Blue

* The conditioning group

* trips to the campground in Excelsior Springs

* Being the Emcee for Desert Theater

* Being allowed to create my own character to Emcee as

* helping with plays/musicals/marching band/track at the high school

* Taking Kaylee into the parenting class at AHS to help them learn about babies

* getting to know Greg and Karen and going through pregnancy/parenthood with them

* Watching all three Lord of the Rings extended versions in one day with a bunch of LOTR fans

* Halo parties

* "Matt's"

* Getting to know Nick again after being gone for 4 years

* Getting to know Jessica (Coldwell's wife)

* Going to games at the new Busch Stadium

* CFN conferences

* being on staff at Cornerstone and being allowed to figure who I am as a minister

* being ordained

* any time spent with the Allison fam

* learning the joys of Priceline

* looking oh so cool on my scooter!

* deciding to start collecting chess sets from around the world... and getting some amazingly cool ones

* getting back in touch with so many people via myspace and facebook

* playing guitar on the praise band with Tyler, Kody, Nick (for a time) and Greg

* Working at CHI and not dying

* guitar hero (haha, I know, sad but I LOVE that game)

* date nights

* about to turn 30 and still being a kid at heart

Ok, I know that's a shorter list than some of the others... but I hedged a bit and put the kaylee memories in one ambiguous bullet point. If I went through all those it'd never end.

But as I'm about to turn 30 I'm actually not freaking out too badly. Yeah it's REALLY strange to say "I'm 30" but I'm ok with it. It's amazing how short this life is and how much we worry about getting stuff and "living life to the fullest" but for me I'm beginning to redefine what that means. And to live life to the fullest in where I'm headed, 30 is the perfect age to start, cause I certainly didn't know enough to do it before 30. I barely know enough to try it now. :D

Well, I'm off for now. I pray you are all well and I'll talk at ya soon. God bless.

-Just Matt

"This is my life" part 3

Time for the next segment of walking the path of reminiscing, "Living in Missouri". And we're off...

LIVING IN MISSOURI

* Rooming with Kevin and fitting two armchairs and the coolest coffee table ever in that room

* Playing KGB at CBC, chasing each other until security saw us then being chased by them

* Ricky Tyler and his 1 a.m. "sermons" on the evils of women

* The impromptu song "Oh adam, why didn't you give the arm"

* Meeting one of my best friends, Luke, who even though was only there a short time, will always be family

* Learning that I could sleep sitting up during chapel

* Being a proud staff member of the Boys and Girls club

* Meeting my wife there

* Meeting a long lost brother in Kevin Coldwell

* Agreeing to let Coldwell live with me without really knowing him

* Saturday 7 on 7 Flag football

* Float trips

* That weekend in Ha Ha Tonka

* Telling Joanna (Jenn's sister) that I spent two years at Lakeland and seeing her slowing inching away... then finding out that Lakeland is a mental institute in that area of Missouri (I meant the community college in Illinois)

* Coldwell and I putting all the photos of "Doog" (Jenn's sisters boyfriend at the time) face down cause we thought he was a jerk, haha... good times

* Almost getting arrested with Coldwell the first night he moved in by giving him a tour of Willard around 10 p.m. (We had just gotten off work) in his white explorer... not knowing that someone in a white explorer had robbed a bunch of businesses a few nights before. Kevin didn't even know our address yet, and I had an illinois license... man that was hilarious

* The biscuits and gravy fiasco

* Coldwell telling me I had no chance to date jennifer, she wasn't interested... then dating her a month later

* Meeting Garry and being sure he wouldn't last at the BGC... he's now a unit director. Shows what we knew.

* Working with Matt and Suzi Marquez... two of my favorite people ever.

* Evening hide and seek games with the teens at the BGC

* The "American Gladiators" lock-in with the teens... including the events "The Gauntlet", "Score or Drown" and my personal favorite "The Staff of Death"

* Rock climbing with Kev and Coldwell

* The house

* Freaking out on our last night in "the house" before moving as we watch the flood rise to less than an inch of flooding the living room.

* Watching Coldwell confidently get in his explorer to drive in the flood waters, back out, go about five feet, pull back in and sheepishly decide it's not gonna happen

* The late night games of NFL Xtreme

* Breaking 300 points in one game in NFL Xtreme (5 min. quarters if I remember right)

* The BGC teen trip to texas

* finding out Melanie was a cold, heartless German

* Being at a Texas Rangers game with the teens, having Ashley ask (honestly) if Alex Rodriguez was hispanic, and having the (hilarious) drunk guy behind us answer (with a scottish accent) "NOPE! He's scottish, his real name is Alex McRodriguez. He has 3 bat sizes, "wee", "not-so-wee" and "FRIGGIN' HUGE!!!" (the staff was crying we were laughing so hard)

* The game going 18 innings

* "If we actually win this thing I'm keying your car!" -said joyfully by hilarious drunk guy #2

* The BGC teen trip to Memphis

* Being the only white people in the wal-mart on the memphis trip

* Almost dying in that wal-mart because of one of the kids and an ill-timed use of "cracker"

* Almost losing another kid in that wal-mart and deciding we'd rather explain why we lost their son to his parents than search for him (he showed up as we were discussing, so I can claim we were kidding... I think we were kidding...)

* Playing blackjack in the guys room on that trip, using pillows, blankets, bed spots (2 beds 6 guys) and the all-important toilet paper as "winnings"

* Someone having 5 pillows at the end of the night and Kody only having a hand towel and washcloth to cover up with

* Involving the girls the second night and taking all their pillows by having Garry (the dealer) deal me off the bottom of the deck... so much fun

* KILLING the other clubs in the staff softball tournament

* Hitting a home run in said tournament

* Garry and I making fun of volleyball as a "non-sport" only to totally antagonize our respective girlfriends

* Riding in the back of a truck IN a refrigerator box... standing up

* the teen Tribe wars at the BGC

* Fight Club (not what you think)

* stickball

* The best Halo gaming at Hanh and Anthony's with the best group of guys

* Brian Rollins and his friend (who I cannot remember the name of for the life of me) having a personal vendetta against me in Halo, and me DESTROYING them every time

* Making smoothies at the apartment (they were terrible)

* the sandwich parties at the apartment (they were not terrible)

* The trip to Arkansas to see Jessica (who woulda thought that would actually end up working well)

* the texas road trip (Left springfield, mo at 2 a.m. Saturday, went to six flags and a rangers game got back 2 a.m. Monday)

* the infamous STD Flea Market joke (yes that's really what they are called)

* The Chris Highfill-Shelby-nose incident

* Every single one of the kids I met at the BGC

* The BGC staff

* getting Coldwell to bet that he could drink a gallon of milk in an hour

* Watching Coldwell try not to puke in a staff meeting during that hour... and trying not to bust up laughing

* Being told in a BGC training session we should respond with "that must be hard for you" instead of qualifying a statement... and Barry asking if "Sucks to be you" is non-qualifying enough

* Watching Jeff try to jump on an inflatable raft in the pool

* paintballing at Ozark paintball

* paintballing at that professor's farm

* my paintball gun breaking and going from semi-automatic to automatic and painting jeff from head to toe accidentally (oh so hilarious)

* Coldwell having a huge crush on Ashley, the hot teen intern... hahahahahahahahahaha

* Being known only as "Shrek" for 2 years at the BGC

* perfecting the white man dance in the teen center

* going to a royals game and a husker game in one weekend

* almost getting beat up at the husker game for wearing Illini colors (Nebraska was playing Iowa, and Illinois was playing michigan... but I didn't have a free ticket to the illini game... still wore orange and blue face paint though)

* All those trips to Lee's Summit

* My car being broken into and having my GLASSES stolen... dorks

* putting the sofa in the dumpster when we moved out (so much more involved, but I'm leaving it at that)

* being introduced and falling in love with Chinese restaurants

* all the awesome people I worked with at Kohl's

* helping security chase down shoplifters in the parking lot

* messing with the paging system with the help of Rob in men's

* messing with rude customers at customer service with the help of Kevin

* Trapping Hanh in customer service by holding the door shut (she was too short to see through the peep hole)

* scraping car windows in the parking lot when it snowed just for the fun of it

* late night runs to IHOP

* THE PALACE!!! ($2 movie theater... thx sound, stadium seats, 8 screens, the works)

* Cici's pizza

* Andy's frozen custard

* every moment dating/being engaged to/married to Jennifer

* but most specifically, asking her out, her saying no, later kissing me, then not speaking to me for a week or so (she will deny this account of the events, but it's my blog so it's my account that shall be posted, hee hee)

* The smoke alarm going off right before the wedding was supposed to begin, me being in the pastor's office having no idea what's happening and only hearing Garry announce "There's no fire!"

* Having Babe Ruth, Abraham Lincoln and other celebrities attend the wedding... or at least sign the guestbook (Thanks Marquez)

* Getting lost with all the groomsmen and an usher the day before the wedding (we were like 2 hours late... NOT a good idea... but again hilarious)

* the moldy biscuits that traveled with us each time we moved... then replaced with the brownie mix

* the little house in lebanon

* getting first dibs on red ticket items at kohl's (hello leather jacket for a buck.... hello 7 dollar reeboks, etc.)

* racquetball and making up our own rules :D

* Lambert's, home of the throwed rolls... nuff said

* Eddie's apartment....

* Eddie's parents

* the greatest restaurant with the greatest cheesecake ever, blackbeard's in Corpe Christi, TX

* the birth of "Namnoc"

* one day realizing that "Namnoc" is conman backwards... freudian slip perhaps???

* taking a picture of steak n shake in the middle of traffic (don't ask me to explain)

* playing ncaa football for micah's enjoyment

And that's the list for today... I do however have to add one to yesterday's list that I can't believe I forgot...

* water skating on the linoleum in the back room at Yoder's... and watching David about break his arm doing so

Ok, tomorrow will be the final chapter of this little trek down memory lane "Back in Arthur". Hope you are all well. God bless.

-Shrek

On with the memories

Ok, well, we're back for the next installment of my "turning 30 memories" And contrary to the declaration of my brother-in-law, I am not posting my eulogy, haha. This is just an exercise in enjoying memories from my life. I certainly plan on adding to this list in the future. Alright, on to today's segment:

PRE-MISSOURI COLLEGE (again, in no particular order)

* floor hockey at U of I

* literally learning how to turn on a computer my freshman year at U of I

* 2nd floor Quake, Starcraft and Warcraft matches

* U of I games

* Becoming a manager at Yoder's at the wise old age of 19

* getting mom and dad a hotel room so we could have all-nighters at the house

* Chris DeFrancisco (the coolest suitemate ever)

* All of the HH guys

* Being an over-the-top Illini Fan with Schmidty

* The great Toilet Paper clean-up of 99 (and everything that goes with that)

* "God has NOT smiled upon us!!!" hahahahaha

* David and I catching the carpet on fire at Yoder's

* David covering the dishwasher room with trash when the bag broke

* 14 guys running into the theater to watch Mission Impossible 2, being late, and being very confused as to if we were in the right theater

* The Spirit-Filled Donuts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* David trying to "golf" a can off the stump at the Youth House and about breaking his hands

* Working at Wal-mart for a summer and becoming a "go to guy"

* Being in charge of taking 7 kids to the Alive music festival in Ohio at the tender age of 19

* Being in charge of taking 22 kids to the Alive festival the following year

* Seeing the Supertones for the first time at Alive and being very frightened until we figured out what was going on

* Learning about the Waiting and Burlap to Cashmere because of Alive

* Carpooling to Lakeland with Jason and Brent

* Madden tournaments at Brent's house

* Late night runs to Meijer on Wed. at U of I since none of had class on Thursday

* Playing with bouncy balls in the Meijer parking lot and staying up all night playing hearts until breakfast

* the corner suite... nuff said

* Quad Squirrels

* Pick-up games at WIMPE

* Each and every character who lived on Hendrick floor 2 (whoever thought it was a good idea to put 90% of the freshman in the building on the same floor was an idiot... and I am forever grateful)

* Fidel Castro having lunch with Jesus in the coffeeshop one day at Yoder's

* Being the only manager at Yoder's when the tornado sirens went off, and then again when the power went out

* Playing football on the engineering quad

* Playing frisbee football on Sunday afternoons

* David playing drums during hymns at church

* Burning old cd's and covering Sando's in thick black smoke while killing the ozone over Arthur at the same time... sure not my best idea, but it was fun

* Kevin and I teaching ourselves guitar

* Snow Sumo Wrestling

* The great I Love Spam vs. SIOS club snow wars

Tune in tomorrow for the "Living in Missouri" list. God bless.

-Mateo

Please pass the dentu-cream

Ok... Yes, I'm having a mini-crisis. On Tuesday I will celebrate the one year anniversay of my 29th birthday. Alright fine, I'll be 30. Now I have many friends who have already passed this particular milestone of life, and I honestly don't consider any of you "old". But to be turning 30 certainly makes me FEEL old. In order to help cope with this quite horrible of events and put a much more pleasant aura upon it, I have decided to partake in an act of self-indulgence and reminisce over my 30 years upon this planet. Obviously, this is mostly for my benefit, but feel free to read along. For sake of length I will break this up into 4 categories and post each separately. Those categories will be: Birth through High school (since I am old, much of the memories of this time period have become fuzzy or forgotten), Pre-Missouri College, Living in Missouri, and Back in Arthur. And I should warn you, a number of these will only be understood by a select few (if any), that just how it is. So on with the show...



BIRTH THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL: (in no particular order)

* Digging snow tunnels in the church parking lot

* going to my first cubs-cards game

* winning the grade school spelling bee as a fourth grader, and then making it to the regional bee

* trying to see how many times Amy and I could get on tv at the science olympiad

* Show Choir/Marching Band trips

* Prank calling the freshman at Onalaska my Senior year

* PRINGLE!!!!

* Dad, Kevin, Nick and I pretending like we don't know Mom at the Calgary Airport, embarrassing her and making the people around us laugh

* watching kevin learn to ride bike and ride right into the hydrant at a speed slightly above standing still... the best live-action slow-motion crash I've ever seen

* Summer camp at Menno Haven

* Ozzie's Nature game

* Playing Buck Buck at youth convention

* Getting saved when I was 5

* Playing Bari sax in marching band

* Pep band

* Learning the art of "not playing what is written, but what sounds AWESOME!" for pep band from Adam Johnson

* Show Choir practices with Travis Fleming

* Plays/Musicals (especially the Odd Couple with Ed Coller)

* All of my Mr. Jones classes (say what you want about him as a teacher, I had fun in there)

* Having the opening solo for our show choir show my junior year and getting to perform it on the main stage at Epcot at Nationals

* Being the first (and last that I know of) actual knight mascot for one playoff football game against Arcola (in which victory was stolen by the referees... grrr)

* Being one of the original 3 members of the Amish Mafia

* Doing really well on my ACTs

* playing one on one football with kevin

* hitting fireflies with a big red plastic bat

* having parents who love to travel

* understanding how to have fun when your family is dirt poor

* being the official "horn" for amy's vw bug... since it didn't have one

* summer baseball

* junior high youth trips to Yoder's Cabin

* flicking puzzle pieces at people in Mrs. Owens 6th grade class

* Mr. Corum's junior high history class... it was the best ever. I remember more from that class than any other I think

* Our basketball/show choir rivalry with Sullivan

* Playing football in the backyard with Kevin and creating the "Grandma" passing route

* G.I. Joes

* Legos

* Kicking butt at Scholastic Bowl my senior year with Ed and I being the best 1-2 punch in the conference

* Mutilating the cat Amy was supposed to be dissecting, but not getting in trouble because we could make Mrs. Weissing laugh every time

* Lifesavers weekends at Allerton Park

* Parties at Amy's house

* Trips to the Wisconsin Dells and Noah's Ark, the greatest waterpark anywhere.

* Scoring 1000 points in a season on Madden on the sega genesis. Kevin + Me + the Cowboys = Unstoppable

* Going out for a pizza with Dad and coming home with a new TV

* Travel toys

* Down In Front mens acapella group

* Playing a dead body in the High school play as an 8th grader

* Velcro ball


Ok, I'll stop there. There are a lot more things I could write, especially the trials and low points that helped shape who I became. But these are simply some of my favorite memories. Tomorrow I'll post the next installment "Pre-Missouri College" God bless.

-The Old Man

And how my soul aches...

I had planned on posting something entirely different and much more light-hearted, but I came across this video on a blog I frequent, and it pre-empted the other post. (Though I will post that one either later tonight or tomorrow...) Here's the video which was filmed at the entrance to the Cornerstone Music Festival this summer.





I cannot put into words how much this pains my heart and how sad this makes me. Now you may hear some less than friendly comments from passengers in the vehicle, and if you go to the actual youtube page you will see all kinds of comments. I do not wish to be or have anyone become the other side of the same coin. What I mean is to turn and rail against the protesters about how "unchristian, horrible, evil, etc." for their view is just as bad as the stance they are taking. Instead I just wanted to say how sad it makes me, how I wish the Body of Christ could actually work together, and how much we need to love and pray for this type of believer. Do they have to rock out to Reliant K and the like? Of course not, they are not wrong in their choice of christian music, just as those who love loud screamo christian music are welcome to that choice. But instead of spending our time reaching the lost with Christ, we are allowing them to fall through the cracks from all of our petty arguments. Anyway, I just needed to share before it consumed me with sadness. Feel free to comment, but if your comments are hostile in nature, there's a good chance they won't be posted, just a forwarning. God bless.

-Matt

This week on RAC...

lots of stuff runnin through my head, so we'll just hit em all in quick snippets...

* Jennifer and the team made it back all safe and sound from India. Well, I guess sound. They got back to town about 1 a.m. Monday morning, and when Jennifer finally laid down to sleep at 1:30 she said it was the first time she'd laid down in a bed in 48 hours. So that plus the severe jet lag and we're still trying to get back to a "normal" routine. So yes they are safe, but the sound part is still up for debate. :D

* I get to go visit Nick on Tuesday and I'm VERY excited. I love Nick, he's one of the coolest people I know. It's funny, I was at college while he was in high school, so he's the brother I didn't get the privilege of watching mature and grow up. But man I love who he's become and that I get to call him a brother.

* One of the coolest things I heard about from the trip to India was this. The people pretty quickly found out that Dad was a "senior pastor". He said that after he prayed for people, they would kneel, touch his feet with their hands, then kiss their fingers. He then found out that it was because they wanted to take the blessing/annointing that was on him back to their families. Wow. How powerful is that? One, I know that reaffirmed to Dad the responsibility we have as ministers to reflect Christ, but also, how sad is it that we in the "civilized American church" don't have that same respect or desire for the annointing God has placed on his children. We are so spoiled.

* Jennifer and I went and saw "The Dark Knight" this week. (I wasn't allowed to see it without her so I had to wait a few days.) LOVED it. I love the new interpretation of Batman anyway, and any movie with Morgan Freeman and Michael Caine is always good, but Heath Ledger was amazing as the Joker. He just personified insanity. However, it can't help but make me wonder how much of that played a part in his death. I know (from articles) that Ledger was the type of actor who totally immersed himself in a character both in front of the cameras and behind the scenes. We'll never know how much, but that has to wear on your psyche.

* Here is my "spiritual awakening" moment for the week. I love movies. I love theater. I love dramas. I love watching the "unlikely hero" type roles. You know, the ones where a person isn't a superhero or anything, but finds himself/herself in a situation where bravery and conviction are called upon. I love to watch the person stand in the face of danger or death and coolly look it in the eye and not flinch. I know I have a bit of a "Messiah complex" in that I want to save everyone and fix everything (not my job, God is helping with putting that desire into proper perspective) and I have a desire to be a "hero". I know it. It's why I like those movies, it's partly why I love sports. And as I'm watching a particular show and watching the guy stand confidently and unwaveringly with a gun in his face, I felt that adrenaline rush of "ooh, that's awesome"... but suddenly I heard that still voice in my spirit say "Is that how I want you to react?" and it kinda threw me for a loop. There was a LOOOOOOOONG process of discussion with God on what He meant by that, but I'll give you the summary. When we face persecution in our lives is it better to stand and stare it down with confidence and stoicism or to look with love and tears in our eyes? Just a thought. (there's a lot more I could say, but I'll stop there for now.)

* We are still prepping for our trips to Albania and Mexico in the coming months. We should have all our flights for Albania taken care of by tuesday next week (which will be a huge relief) but there are still lots of details to work out. Please pray for us, we would love it.

* Stupid Cardinals... get my hopes up and then forget how to win. I've decided to quit my day job and become a reliever/closer for the Cards. I can give up runs just as well as they can and I'll come with a MUCH cheaper price tag. You wait. It's gonna happen.

* Illini Football is just around the corner! Woo hoo!

Ok, that's all for now. Hope all is well with you, I don't know how often you'll get updates in Aug. It's gonna be an insane month. But I'll do my best. God bless.

One down... seven to go

Well, Jennifer (and most of my immediate family) left for India last night. They departed O'hare at 8:30. So it's just me and Kaylee at home. (And grandma at her house, but my aunt is coming to take care of her... supposedly.) The first night went about as badly as could be expected, ha. Kaylee wouldn't lie down cause she wanted "mommy" and finally fell asleep at 10:30. She didn't sleep well and kept making noises like she was waking up, so I didn't sleep well. And decided it was time to get up at 6:30 this morning. Of course she wasn't quite awake, so she wasn't tracking real well. In a matter of a few minutes we went from wanting to play with blocks, to wanting to play outside with bubbles (at 6:45 a.m. in the middle of a torrential downpour), to wanting crackers for breakfast, then pizza, then just milk. And to top it all off her pull-up was pretty full so we went to change it and she peed all over the floor before I could get her on the potty. Fun times. Please pray we both survive. In all seriousness, just pray she sleeps well. She usually likes to cuddle with mommy in the mornings and the concept of "mommies on a trip" isn't taking. Neither is "grandma and papa are on the trip too". My only real worry is I'll be so tired that I'll be zombie-fied while leading worship/preaching tomorrow. On the bright side, we play lots and her favorite game right now is to take off running when I'm changing her in the bathroom. She really is cute as she's running around butt naked, giggling and repeating "I'm a stinker" while I chase her. You can't help but laugh. God bless.

Dusting off the ol' soap box

Good day all, I hope you've had a pleasant summer so far and an enjoyable Fourth of July celebration. I fear this will turn into a rather lengthy post so I'll just jump right in.

A few weeks ago one of the blogs I frequent regularly had an installment touching upon the idea of different generations in ministry and trying to connect them and ease the transition in leadership. On this particular post a comment was posted. Now, before I go into anything I need to make a few things clear. I am NOT attacking the person who posted the comment (I'm not linking to it for this reason). I don't know this person, I don't know their background, I don't know anything about them. Perhaps what was said was not worded as this person meant it to be, all I can go off of is what was written, so bear in mind I am responding to the ideas put forth, NOT the person. Also, I am not angry or resentful or anything like that. I am passionate about what I'm about to blog upon, but I am not mad or anything. If you do decide to read the entire post and feel I am mistaken in my comments, please feel free to let me know. Thanks.

In this commentary on this unnamed blog a lot of questions were put forth about any apparent disconnect between the older and younger generations in the church. I won't speak to them all, but there were ideas that I wanted to comment on. (and I'll take them in order) Also, my comment should be taken in the context of speaking from and to people within the christian church.

1.) First of all, in each of the questions there was an apparant younger vs older vibe, with a lot of the blame being placed at the feet of the older generation. I guess I should clarify one point, while I no longer consider myself the "younger generation" the writer of the comment is 30, so we are of the same age. I hear a lot of comments about this generation or that generation messing up. A lot of times, it's the younger crowd groaning about the ignorance of the older crowd. The funny thing is I hear a lot of complaining and little suggestions on what to do. I hear even less people talking about the mistakes they themselves have made in relation to the issue, or what they are doing themselves to help. When I used to work in the Boys and Girls Club, we worked with a lot of what would be categorized as underpriveleged kids. And the one thing I tried to teach them was, while life may be unfair at times the only thing you can control is your reaction to the situation. You can't make anyone else think or act in any particular way. All you can do is control your own thoughts and actions to the situation. The same goes here. If we as the younger generation feel as though the older generation doesn't understand us, what are we doing to help it? Are we trying to understand them? Are we taking the time to find out why they believe/think/react the way they do all the while bemoaning the fact they aren't taking the time to find out about us? Are we even giving them the opportunity? Which leads me to topic number 2...

2.) The question was raised about the difference in willingness to invest in relationships, with the younger generation being shown with an intense willingness to invest in relationships. Myspace and Facebook being used as examples of that willingness. I disagree with this reasoning on this premise... Myspace and Facebook connections are not relationships, they are acquaintances. They can certainly be used as tools within a relationship, but in and of themselves they cannot be relationships. A relationship is messy, time-consuming, even inconvenient at times. A relationship takes investment, it takes opening yourself up to being abused and rejected. While the internet is great and obviously I use it, it is not effective for true relationship. This is especially true in christian discipling. You are reading my words right now, but you have no idea what my body language is like as I convey these thoughts. You don't know if I'm weary or energized, mellow or agitated, you don't even know if I'm a guy or a girl. (Obviously, I say I'm a guy and have pics of myself on my myspace and facebook... but unless you've met me personally, you don't REALLY know if I'm being truthful.) It's too easy to hide who we are online. If you email me and it's something I just don't want to deal with, I can either lie or ignore it until a later time. For all you know, I just haven't checked my email. It's a little harder to duck the issue if you ask me in person. This is relationship. Studies are starting to prove that while people in the 20's and 30's age group have more connections to people via the web they are lonelier than ever. Why? I believe it's because we have traded relationships for acquaintances. We want everything quick and easy, and relationships are just too messy for our instant gratification society. Which now leads me to the third point...

3.) The question of whether the disconnect is because of the shorter attention span in the younger generation. The statement being made that the younger gen. has about a 7 second attention. Ok. I have to admit, this one REALLY gets me going. I am soooooooo sick of hearing that my generation has no attention span and that it gets worse the younger you go. It REALLY gets me fired up when we bring it into the church. I do have to make a few clarifications. I am NOT talking about people with attention disorders and the like. I am also not talking about how the church approaches reaching the lost, but about interactions within the Body of Christ. Society says we have no attention span, I would expect the lost to act that way, they are under the chains of the world we live in. Why should I expect anything different from them? But the ones who are free... why should we act as though we are still in bondage??? I read scripture and I don't see a 7 second God. I don't see any of the heroes of the Bible who had a 7 second relationship with God. I see effort and work and perseverance and determination. What do I see when I see a 7 second approach? I see laziness. Yup, I said it. I see the attitude that God is no more important than that food commercial. I've heard many complain about the length of service and messages on Sunday morning. More than an hour is just too much for me. Why? Do we not have the discipline to invest time seeking what God has to say to us? I don't care if it's an expository on Deuteronomy, isn't all of scripture useful for teaching and preaching? It pains me when I hear someone come out of any type of meeting where scripture was read and say "there was nothing there for me". If scripture was read, isn't there always something? Whether it be new or a reminder or whatever, the word of God does not come back void... or are we too advanced for that old document now? Relationship takes investment, effort and intentionality. It is no different with God. A 7 second attention span is simply an excuse. Those of us who are married, do we approach our spouses the same way? If so, how's that workin out for ya? That line of reasoning is the world rationalizing laziness and self-centeredness, why do we allow it to infect our lives as believers?

Finally, I think that there is one common thread with all three of these issues and I've already mentioned it. Self-centeredness. It's all about me. I don't like the generation gap, how are you gonna fix it? This is how I do things, are you gonna get with it? I want it quick and easy to fit in with my schedule and if not, then I'm out. I'm not excusing any generation for any mistakes, neither the older ones or the younger ones. What I am trying to say is that we have to get away from a me-first, society driven approach. Instead we have to say, alright "x" needs to be different, the only thing I can control is how I react. How is that going to be? How will you react? How will I?

If you actually read all of that, then kudos to you. As always if you have any comments/questions/disagreements feel free to let me know. God bless and if you think of it pray for me and my fam. Jennifer, my parents, and my brother and his wife are all going to India for 9 days. That leaves just me and Kaylee. Yeah, I'm scared too. :D

Wait a second...

wasn't it just June 1??? And suddenly it's the June 21. Man this month has been a whirlwind. It started off innocently enough. But then we had the Arthur Days Festival (complete with massive flooding). And then the CFN Family Conference (which was awesome). And then I went and spent two days with the Bill Allison fam (sans Emily, currently out of state). And during that trip, Jenn was in Missouri with fam all week. Which leads us to today... which just happens to be Kaylee's 2nd birthday. And during all of this we're trying to finish strong in our missions trips while planning a whole new missions venture. As Kaylee would say "Goodness Gracious". All I ask is for a moment to breathe, ha.

But then I was reading an email from a friend, which lead me to a website with a video. In the video there was a quote. "Perserverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another." -Walter Elliot This got me thinking. I often think of life as a marathon and that's true. But no one runs a marathon with just the finish line in mind. I've run distance races before (not a marathon, I'm not into self-torture, lol) and I've never run with just the finish in mind. I always break it down into parts, both to keep it simpler and to keep the task not so daunting. "If I can make it just to that turn" "ok, just five more reps" "ok, that's good, now just another lap" stuff like that. And I'm one to do that in life too, just never thought of it in that regard. Of course, I'm in the middle of one heck of a stretch of "short races". Some days it's overwhelming and I'm just tired. But I also know that it's part of my marathon, and I want to finish strong. Plus I know that God has called Jennifer and I to this, and like I said in the last post, "My daddy sent me to do this, he must think I can handle it" and that gives me strength and faith.

Yup, I'm just rambling today, but that's what happens when I don't sleep for a week. God bless.

And we're back...

Yes, it's been awhile. It's not been due to lack of motivation or material, but because I've been dealing with one topic for quite some time. It started from a simple email from a friend in response to a blog about a month and a half ago, and has enveloped my spirit since. I am just chomping at the bit to post it, but I need to clarify a few things in my mind before I post. Not to make sure I "know it all" but so I am not just jumping into it without giving God (and others) time to speak to me on it. I will say it has directly to do with the concept of living a life of forgiveness. Emily Allison started it, and Papa Ken (Ken Sumrall if you don't know who that is) poured gasoline on the fire with his book "Forgive and move on: a case for unconditional forgiveness". (You can get that book and any others he has written here http://www.shop.kensumrallministries.com/main.sc I strongly encourage it, or if you live close to me, just ask to borrow them) Anyway, I hope to post that blog within a week or two.

That said I did have something I wanted to share today. This past week Mom, Dad, Jennifer, Kaylee and I were at the CFN Family Conference in Peachtree City, GA. CFN stands for Church Foundational Network, and it is the group of ministries that we at Cornerstone Fellowship are a part of. If you want to know more about it, just ask me and I'll be happy to share, but for the sake of space I won't go into that now. It was a 3 day conference and was awesome as always. I could post so much about what went on, but there was one item that I wanted to share, something that really resonated with me.

Pastor Jack Hollis is one of the Apostolic Council members and he spoke at the evening session on Wednesday. He was talking about a lot of things and he just almost in passing made reference to something that hit me right in between the eyes... in a good way. In 1 Samuel 17:34-36 it says
"But David said to Saul, "Your servant has been keeping his father's sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it. Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God."
Now if you've grown up in church you've heard this story, and it's a good one. But Pastor Jack made a comment about this particular situation that I'd never thought about. He said (and I'm paraphrasing, also Jack is from the south, so read this with a southern drawl, ha) "My daddy sent me to tend the sheep. Now he didn't plan on bears and lions comin at me, but he knew it was a possibility when he sent me. So he musta thought I could handle it." I loved that thought. And God is no different. He has called me to ministry. He has called me to be faithful to Him. God knows that tough stuff is gonna come, some of it by his design, some just because of the world of sin we live in. It might not be easy, but He knew it was coming when He sent me, he must think I can do it.

How encouraging is that? I'm a guy who tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve, to be swayed by how I'm feeling in the moment. Sometimes I get discouraged awfully easily and just can't seem to see the forest for the trees. But if I truly trust God, which I do believe I do, then I can trust that He won't send me into something that's more than I can handle in Him. As Jennifer and I try to figure out this thing God has called us to with missions and ministering in Arthur, it is a huge comfort to know that even though we are up against HUGE strongholds of religiousity and apathy, God knew it was here and would come against us, and he called us anyway. He must think we can do it. Sweet.

Anyway, that's my thought for the moment... there's a small chance of another post this evening... but I'm still sortin that one out. I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions. I pray all is well with you. God bless.

-Me

Because I know you were dying to know...

I've done one of these about a year and a half ago on myspace... but eh, why not do it again. The rules are once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird random facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose six people to be tagged, list their names and why you tagged them. (there are more rules, but I'm ignoring them for the moment... and I'll explain later.)

So here is some of the stuff you've been eager to learn about me, but never knew that you wanted to know...

1.) I have an irrational fear of snakes... any snake.

2.) I don't eat nuts, don't like them. However, it's not really because I don't like them. When I was a small child my mom didn't want me to choke on them, so she would just say "don't eat those, you don't like them" and whatta ya know, I don't like them. It's only been in the last few years that I've realized I do kinda like pecans (but only in things, not by themselves.)

3.) I was a sophomore in college for 4 years!!!! How cool am I?

4.) I have been on the radio in Chile. Three years ago I spoke on the radio (along with a friend, Tyler) at a Chilean radio station.

5.) My grandparents on my dad's side were amish... and my dad has 72 first cousins... I'm related to most of the county.

6.) I am having a serious crisis about turning 30 in august... so instead I shall be celebrating my one year anniversary of turning 29.

7.) Most people know me as very outgoing and personable and willing to do whatever is needed with no shame... but I have always struggled with serious self-esteem issues.

8.) I absolutely love the Illini... to the point that my mood can be affected by how they played on that day. I know, it's sad, but true.

9.) I have had two head injuries with memory loss in my life. Once in sixth grade and once when I was 21. Still have no direct memory of the events.

10.) My life can often be summed up by a t-shirt my brother bought for me. "Danger: Mouth operates faster than brain." And it is soooooo true....

So there ya go... now I'm supposed to "tag" six people and list them here. However, I don't have a lot of contacts on blogger yet, and the couple I do have either tagged me (melissa) or were already tagged (by melissa) so I'm just gonna leave it at that. Anyway, hope that wasn't a monumental waste of your time. I actually have a more serious post to put on later, but don't have time at the moment. God bless.

-Matt

White water rafting on the River of God

I apologize that the posts have been a little inconsistent lately. I'm about to explain a little of that. I am still working on posting the second half of the "lost the plot" post, but struggling with how far I am to take it right now... but hopefully soon. The biggest reason for the delays is my schedule for the summer. A few years ago Jennifer and I really felt God was directing us toward a life of missions trips facilitating, and this summer has been a major milestone in that. We are coordinating 3 separate trips (with a possible fourth in the fall) this summer. We are also attending a conference this summer. We are taking our annual trip to the Camp Maurer campground in Excelsior Springs, MO. (just outside Kansas City) from May 22 to the 25. Camp Maurer is the Assemblies of God campground for the Northern Missouri Disctrict. And while we are not an A\G church, Jenn's parents are the caretakers. We help clean and prepare the camp for the coming summer. It has been an amazing experience every year and the act of serving has affected us all profoundly. Then we are flying to Peach Tree, GA (outside Atlanta) for the CFN Family Conference. I am SOOOOOOO excited, but to explain would take way too long right now. In July, a group from the church is going to Ongole, India from the 11th to the 20th. I am not going so I can take care of the church services and Kaylee. (The rest of the pastoral staff is going, along with Jennifer.... so I'm the man while they are gone, lol. Pray for me.) And then Jennifer and I are going to Albania with a group of people from Canada, Ireland and Germany August 23-Sept. 4. So as you can see LOTS of flights, preparation and money-raising is being worked on. I promise to try and most more regularly once we get the hang of all this.

I do have one thing to share. The other day I was picking up Kaylee at my parents house. As we were leaving she insisted on walking on the stones lining the driveway. She was doing pretty well, but the stones were a little uneven and giving her some problems. She could have done it herself, but I just walked over to help. As soon as she took my hand she was walking much straighter and quicker. At that moment I heard that still small voice say "That's how it is with you and me. You can do much of this on your own, but it's so much easier when you trust me." and I just smiled. Because it's so true. So as we prep for all these trips I'm just trying to keep my hand in His and enjoy the stroll. God bless.

Somewhere we lost the plot...

I don't usually transcribe something I speak on in the church, usually it's just a stream of consciousness type of thing. However, I'm gonna do just that which I rarely do. :D This is the first part of a message I brought before the fellowship last Sunday. I don't know if I will choose to post any more parts of it or not. It might depend on if anyone wants to hear it, ha. Anyway, here goes. I hope it blesses any who read it.

We all have plans. Some are big, some are small, but we have them to get through our day. Even on days when we are being "spontaneous" we still have plans. We have a plan to get up, get dressed (or not) and do whatever might lead to our "spontaneous day". God is no different. God has plans. He's always had them. From the moment He created Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden there was a plan... we'll call it "Plan A". And then we all know what happened... the fall. The fall brought sin into our flesh and caused us to deviate from "Plan A". (Now, just for clarification. Yes I believe God is all powerful and all knowing. Yes I believe we have free will. Yes I believe God knows what we will choose before we choose, but we still have free will. I'm not going into that particular theological thread on this post. Just a heads up. :D ) Because of sin we can no longer move ahead in "Plan A". Now God could have cut us off there and been totally justified. Adam and Eve blew it. God could have allowed us to be stuck in our new position. But He did not. God put into motion "Plan B". Here is a very brief overview of "Plan B". God gave the law to show our sin, and God gave the sacrificial system to give a way to even approach Him. The key to the system was the shedding of blood as atonement for the sin. However, the sacrifice of animals could not erase our sin, it could only cover it for a time. Then God sent Jesus to die for us, thus satisfying the blood debt we owed. And because it was a perfect sacrifice and then Christ rose from the grave conquering sin and death, we can now ask forgiveness and rejoin "Plan A". "We rejoin 'Plan A'?" some might ask. To forgive is to what? To act as though the offense never occurred. If the offense of the fall had never occurred, then we would still be on "Plan A". So if God forgives us of that sin, we go back to "Plan A". And getting back on "Plan A" leads us to Heaven right? Heaven is the point of the plan right? I say no.

NO?!?!? And before anyone starts chasing me with pitchforks and torches, just hear me out. If Heaven is the point of the plan, why bother starting with Eden? Is the Garden of Eden the same as Heaven? Scripture tells us that Heaven has streets of Gold and mansions and a gate made out of a giant pearl... did Eden have that? Doesn't seem to according to scripture? Remember if there had been no fall and no sin we would have stayed on the course of "Plan A" and if there was no need to go to heaven since there was no sin, can we really say Heaven is the point of the plan?

One of the problems with "American Christianity" is that we've set Heaven as THE point of the plan. It can pretty much be traced back to our puritan backgrounds and the revival of Jonathan Edwards, for example. Now I am NOT bashing Jonathan Edwards and I thank God for his willingness to preach scripture. There is truth in "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" but I fear it was not taken with balance. Yes it is true that if a person does not repent he or she will spend eternity in Hell. However, people ran with the "turn or burn" message and created a lot of what I call "Fire Insurance" Christians. They aren't really interested in God or finding out about Him. They just don't want to go to Hell. So if they get saved, they don't have to go to Hell.... Fire insurance.

We all have insurances in our lives... whether fire, health, auto, etc. Let me ask you this. How often do you think about your insurance in your day to day life? Most of us only think of it when it's needed (i.e. there is a fire, car accident, etc.) or when we have to pay the premiums. On those days you have to pay the premium, how fondly do you think upon your insurance salesman? If you are like me you tend to have those whispers in your mind that say "Well, we've never had a fire... we might not EVER have a fire... if I never have a fire am I just tossing away money that I could use for groceries or diapers or our missions trip this summer... is it really worth paying in the end? on a chance of something POSSIBLY going wrong?" It can easily lead to a bit of resentment. I am paying good money on something that may never occur. I don't play the lotto cause it's throwing money away at chance... is my insurance any different???

Unfortunately, many people who come to God as "Fire Insurance" begin to view Him the same way. "Well, I've never SEEN Hell... No one I know has SEEN it... who's to say there is a Hell... why do I keep paying (don't do this, don't do that) on something that MIGHT be there... wouldn't I be happier doing my own thing anyway?... and if getting out of Hell and going to Heaven is the point anyway, why doesn't God just 'poof' me outta here when I got saved?" I contend that Heaven is not THE point to the plan. But if that's so... then what IS the point of "Plan A"?

OK, I'm done for this post. I probably will post the next part, but I haven't decided yet. In the meantime if you actually read all that, I commend you... cause I am long-winded. I'd love to get thoughts/view/comments/questions/disagreements. Send em all my way. Hope and pray you are blessed by this. LATAH!

Drumroll please...

Recently in messaging back and forth with a certain gentleman who shall be named later on in this blog, I've described him as someone on my "I am who I am in ministry because of" list. Well, I made up that phrase on the spur of the moment, but it's kinda stuck with me for a few days. Just sitting there in the back of my mind on simmer, every once in a while making itself known, but always at the edge of my conscious thought. And then while randomly searching the net for blogs, I've come across a couple that actually had the same prodding from the Spirit and posted a list of such people. So I've decided to follow suit. But as I put more thought into it I've decided to change the phrase from "I am who I am in ministry because of" to "I am who I am as a man of God because of". It's a subtle change, but it really resonated with me. I know that I am called of God to minister in very specific ways, but I also know that my wife and child (and any future children) are swept into that calling as well. *I don't want to get into the "I'm called" and "my wife is called" and "we are called together" dynamic, but yes, I know it is a part of it too* But this is a list of people who have greatly shaped who I am in ministry, family life, and life in general. So here is my non-exhaustive list of "changers of destiny" for me, haha.

Now if you know me personally, you know I'm not one of those icky-sweet, spouting platitude, super spirituals and I do not like cliches, but in every cliche there is truth or else it wouldn't be a cliche ... so before I get to my earthly list I want to say Jesus has GREATLY shaped my ministry and relationship with my wife. I don't just mean the usual "Jesus saved me" type of influence. I mean how He ministered on earth. How He interacted with the religious circles and the "heathens" In the last 2 or 3 years it's radically altered my view of daily ministry. And He loves His church as His bride. Do I love my wife like Jesus loves me? I'll admit it's not easy, but I"m trying. So when I say Jesus has influenced who I am I mean that in a very practical way. Now on to the redeemed humans on this list. :D (and these are in order of appearance in my life, not necessarily ranking of influence)

My Dad
I know it's not a big surprise for someone to claim a parent greatly shaped them, but this is the truth. I grew up a PK (preacher's kid if you didn't know what that stood for, lol) My entire life my dad was a minister. That doesn't mean he was always a preacher in a pulpit. But life was ministry for him. I've seen him change and grow in my almost 30 years. I've seen him have highs and lows. I've seen him have huge successes and never get conceited. I've seen him have huge failures and not get bitter and blame others. I've seen him make mistakes, sometimes totally innocently and always apologize. But not just apologize with an "I'm sorry" but with an "I was wrong" also, which is one of the things I learned. I saw him balance ministry and family time without compromising his zeal for God or the importance it plays in his life. He was steadfast in being a godly man of integrity when attacked even when the natural response was to attack back. My dad modeled compassion, integrity, honesty, perseverance and love every day. I grew up seeing ministry on all sides and sometimes the things I saw in others left me jaded. But in the end I knew that God was real and what true ministry was because I saw my dad live it daily. For that I am truly thankful and hope that someday I can be even a fraction as good a dad and man of God as he is.

Bill Allison
When I really started thinking about why I have these men on this list, thinking of Bill was one of the reasons I changed the title of the list. I've only had the opportunity to sit under Bill's teachings a few times and while I have been greatly affected by them and cherish those times, I think his greatest influence in my life has been in the times we just chat and seeing him interact with his family. If you don't know, Bill has 6 amazing children. They are polite, well educated, their own individuals and love God immensely. And to see the relationship he has with his kids, the amazing team he and Stacy make, and his genuine endless enthusiasm for God is just a blessing. I pray to be in love with God, my wife and my kids as much as Bill. I pray that for a lot of people.

Matt Marquez
I met Matt when I worked at the Boys and Girls club in Springfield, MO. To be honest, if I hadn't had to work around him I don't know that I would have really met him. Matt is his own person. Trying to describe him is like trying to describe a color without having an example in front of you. He's a crazy, hispanic, beatnik, hippie with mad hops. :D and when I started there I was still the white boy from the cornfields of Illinois. Matt showed me how to love God and still be relevant in the lives of kids from rough backgrounds. We worked with kids from low income single parent homes, gang bangers, druggies, all kinds man, but Matt loved em all and wasn't afraid to let em know God loved em too. Matt helped me understand that you come to God as you are, which includes how you talk. When he prayed he often told God that He was a "groovy God" and it wasn't pretentious or contrived, but truly the type of connection Matt had with Him. With Matt, "groovy" was a HIGH compliment. Matt was a pristine example of being real. He doesn't put on a good face just cause he's a "christian". He doesn't underestimate God or cast his faith aside, but he isn't afraid to be honest about how things are going either. I learned that it's ok to be real with people and let them see you for you. He also has 3 very independant daughters and a strong wife. Everyday he modeled how to be a godly loving father and wife. Even though we now live about a thousand miles away, I often think of him as I move forward on this life's path. For that I will always be grateful. (I also refer to Jennifer as "my girl" because of Matt calling his wife "My girl" and she calling him "My boy")

That's my list. I very easily could have included their wives with them. The way Patty (my mom), Stacy (Bill's wife) and Suzi (Matt's wife) respond to their respective husbands is just as much an indication of who these men are. And with each one I see pure love and support both ways. But I chose to stick with one gender for now. I encourage anyone reading this to think about who helped mold you into who you are and who you are trying to be. I also encourage you to let them know if you haven't. I'm emailing each man the part of this post that pertain to him. If you've made it this far, thanks for reading and God bless.