Saturday, June 20, 2009

The God of Art

I serve an amazing God. Anything and everything we "create" in this world is only an imitation of what is first seen in the world around us which God has made. His handiworks are displayed in the heavens and proclaim his glory.


It is no wonder we are able to succeed at anything we accomplish. Not only are we able to because God gives us the grace, but we mirror his works; the glory of the perfect, all-knowing, all-seeing, all-understanding God of the universe. If we have to imitate anyone, isn't it amazing that it is the hand of the Master. Not that God needs my approbation, but I acknowledge and want to proclaim how masterful his works are.

The sunrise, the sunset, the trees and the streams. Men and women have been trying to capture its perfection in art throughout the ages. Many of them have been and are God haters and yet it is their goal to imitate nature...after their Creator. They try to remove God, the intelligent Creator, and want to say everything has happened by random chance. That is why it takes precision instruments on precision paper or canvas with well studied minds imitating precision art in nature (thanking Ken Ham for his instruction). Art was God's realm first and will always remain his. May we use it for his glory.


One of my favorite modes of art is candid photography. To capture something or someone as it was or they were at a particular moment in time is true. It wasn't someone holding still in a position for hours. It is a clip of informal history. It is stripped bare of pretension; it is exposing the honest nature of something or someone. I guess I speak from experience as I am always trying to hide a flaw here or there. Sometimes it is uncomfortable reality, but that is beautiful in its own way. Beautiful because the reality of a moment or time is the way God would have it and has made it and everything is beautiful in its own time in God's ways.
I love the texture and layering of these photographs. I love the reflections, the shadows, the lines of symmetry and stature. I love the ripples on the water and being able to feel the cold rainy day on the bridge. I love the age, maturity and history in a stone road and the sheer power and strength in architecture. Architecture is substantial and weighty. Not just in the materials chosen, but in the purpose for what was or is built and how it will be used to serve or tear down in the history of the world. This is amazing and my God has done it.

Psalm 24:1-3,9-10
The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. For he hath founded it upon the seas and established it upon the floods. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place? Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory. Selah

Monday, June 8, 2009

Few Posts Because...

I am just a tad bit fried.

I am very thankful for yesterday's sermon on Ecclesiastes 7:7-10 (particularly v's. 8 and 10) . I am reminded that I must be patient, believe, trust and by faith wait for God's timing in every area. I am reminded that he is in control, that he ordains all for our good and His glory and that my ultimate goal is to glorify God and enjoy him forever. Plan of action...to put patience and trust, by faith, into practice (by God's grace!).

Isaiah 40:28-31
Hast thou not known? Hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, faints not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.
He gives power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increases strength.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Isaiah 40:11
He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.

Isaiah41:9,10
Thou whom I have taken from the ends of the earth, and called thee from the chief men thereof, and said unto thee, Thou art my servant; I have chosen thee, and not cast thee away.
Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Isaiah 41:17-20
When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue fails for thirst, I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them.
I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water.
I will plant in the wilderness the cedar, the shittah tree and the myrtle, and the oil tree; I will set in the desert the fir tree, and the pine, and the box tree together:
That they may see, and know, and consider, and understand together, that the hand of the Lord hath done this, and the Holy One of Israel hath created it.

Romans 5:3,4
And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;
and patience, experience; and experience, hope

Hebrews 11
17 By faith Abraham....
20 By faith Isaac...
21 By faith Jacob...
22 By faith Joseph...
23 By faith Moses...

James 1:3,4
Knowing this, that the trying of your faith works patience.
But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.

"Patience is submission to God and his will. If you would have joy in the Lord, you must grow in patience. One can only reign with Christ if one is willing to suffer with Christ." G. Price

Hebrews 12:1-3
Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

From The Art of Manliness

One of my favorite websites is The Art of Manliness. The site owner is not a Christian as far as I can tell, but he thinks and behaves more like a Christian than many. I have constantly been challenged, blessed and overjoyed by his thoughtful posts. I am either in a state of stun (I know that isn't a proper state... ) at the precision with which he makes points or elated and filled with warmth and delight as he relates family stories and insights. I am amazed who the Lord chooses to express his wisdom through even if they don't realize and aren't trying to speak God's words after him (like Balaam).
I have used this site to help point me in the right direction as I work with my sons and as I try to understand 'man'kind while I raise 3 'men'kind. Because he isn't a Christian, I don't take everything at face value (I don't do that with Christians why non-Christians?), but if it has merit and I can see biblical principles underlying his reasoning and thought, I go with it. It has helped me in setting a family standard for my guys.
I loved this latest post. I love it because it is right. I love it because he expresses his fears and humanity and then what he has learned. Also, being a mom I tend get sappy when dad's speak lovingly of their children, especially their daughters. Yeah. Anyway, here it is. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Here is the site:
http://artofmanliness.com/



What I've Learned Raising a Daughter (Thus Far)
May 19, 2009


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I’m not going to lie, when I first heard that we were having a girl, a small tinge of disappointment hit me; I’d really been hoping for a boy. I know, turn me in for the jerk-of-the-year award. It wasn’t that I didn’t want a girl, it was just that I didn’t know how I would relate to, or help raise a sex that preferred tea parties to a rugby match.

It was easy to imagine how I would bring up a boy. Strict discipline mixed with love and honor, lessons of wilderness survival, famous battles, endless wrestling matches and instruction in being a gentleman. A girl on the other hand? The idea terrified me. Pictures of puberty, boy band concerts, awkward dad moments and an embarrassed/annoyed daughter helped convince me that I wasn’t cut out for the task of raising a daughter.

Part of my misunderstanding came from being raised as an only child, growing up around boys via various sports teams, then attending a military academy with a 6:1 guy to girl ratio. Let’s just say, while I appreciated the opposite sex, I knew very little about them other than they confused me and smelled nice.

Then my daughter was born and my theories were immediately tossed out the hospital window. She was beautiful, and I quickly took to being her father. She was mine and I was hers. My heart melted inside me the first time I held her and later, when she said “Dada!” and held out her arms to hug me. The fears I once had about not being able to love a girl as much evaporated as I became the ridiculously proud parent I’d always mocked.

Now, my daughter is still just a toddler, so I know that I have many, many lessons still to learn (a fact that nearly kept me from writing this post in the first place). The teenage years still loom ahead like a storm on the horizon taunting me…with tongue piercings and glittery lip gloss. But, even with only a short time under my belt, my daughter has taught me some incredibly important lessons that I never would have picked up had she not blessed my wife and me with her presence.

1) Men are born to protect. Regardless of whether it has gone out of fashion in today’s society, deep in the heart of every man is a desire to protect his loved ones. To make sure that they feel safe when you’re around, like the calming presence of a strong lion protecting the rest of the pride. Though I’m sure that this instinct is there with boys as well, the strong conviction I have to protect my daughter is greater than nearly anything I’ve felt in my life. It isn’t a feeling that has to be worked up, it’s just there, like cement, daring someone to move it.

Taking on the protector role means carrying yourself a bit differently. Rather than wandering aimlessly down any dark alley, I now am more aware of my surroundings and where I am taking my baby. I also find myself a bit less sympathetic when other people’s reckless actions invade my daughter’s life. I used to work out mostly for vanity; I wanted to look good. Now, I work out knowing that I could be the sole person standing between an intruder and my wife and child. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the time I’ve spent developing intimidation tactics for future boyfriends. Good luck Johnny brace-face.

2) Girls keep a man’s heart from growing too hard. Perhaps it’s because I went to a military academy, or spent too much time watching “Gladiator,” but I realized after the birth of my daughter that my heart had grown a bit hard. My compassion, patience and grace were all lacking. I firmly believed that “second place was the first loser,” “Pain was just weakness leaving the body,” etc. I had great pride in the discipline and efficiency through which I ran my life and home. These tough-guy attitudes suddenly seemed a bit ridiculous as I would look into the eyes of an innocent little girl content with blowing bubbles, chasing butterflies and eating copious amounts of cheese.

It’s not that I have now become a bumbling mess of emotion and softness since the birth of my daughter, but I have allowed myself to accept that not everything in life is simply a resource that must be dedicated to some ultimate victory. If we don’t get all of our chores done it’s not the end of the world. My car used to be spotless, now it has crushed cheerios and toys strewn about the back seat…who cares! With a child in one’s life, schedules and plans become much more flimsy. When my daughter cries I don’t try to numb the pain with a motivational talk, I just hug her. She’s kept my heart clean.

3) Every girl is some man’s daughter - There is no doubt that certain levels of sexism still remain alive in our culture today. Until I had a daughter I gave the idea very little thought. It had no direct impact on me, and I tried my best to be respectful to women, so why should I care? Raising a daughter and beginning to think about her future has caused me to reconsider my views on sexism, the glass ceiling, even the role of women in the advertising and entertainment industries. I’m sure most guys are like I was, giving a sigh and roll of the eyes when HR begins their annual training on sexual harassment, but things are a little different when the victim could someday be your daughter.

I once heard a lecture concerning America’s sex-saturated society. The gentleman discussed pornography, sexual addiction and abuse, but one comment caused the whole audience to go startlingly silent. “Every time you choose to view pornography, attend a strip club, solicit a prostitute, or in any other way, treat a woman like a piece of flesh rather than a person, remember one thing: That girl is some man’s daughter.” Men sat silently, the ones with daughters trembled at the idea of some man treating their daughter with such disrespect. Women aren’t just peers, co-workers, friends…they’re daughters.

4) Slow Down - The other day my friend and I were walking to the library with my girl. She just learned to walk a few months ago so she was a bit sporadic. Speeding up, giggling, slowing down, stopping to pick up a stray leaf. As we watched her take in the world around her, my friend commented, “Wouldn’t it be awesome if a walk to the library was this much fun?” I chuckled for a moment, but realized this was one of the true blessings having a small child in my life brought to the table. The reminder to slow down and enjoy the small, seemingly insignificant moments of life. The ones that I had previously tried to fast forward or multi-task my way through.

I once heard a friend’s mom tell her kids before leaving on a long trip overseas, “Wherever you are, there you are.“ The sage words have stuck with me for years as they reveal a life philosophy which refuses to take a moment for granted. How often do we talk to our friends while trying to check our e-mail on our iPhone, or let our minds think about the rest of the day’s errands as a loved one tries to connect with us? Children live life much differently; they take their time, fully engaging one task at a time, not too concerned with what lies ahead or behind. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from them.

5) Living for someone else -

“No man has ever risen to the real stature of spiritual manhood until he has found that it is finer to serve somebody else than it is to serve himself.” - Woodrow Wilson

Marriage is the first lesson most of us receive in learning to live for someone other than ourselves. And just when we start to think we might have that lesson down, children shatter all our notions of self-righteousness. Waking up at all hours of the night, changing diapers, feeding, cleaning…all these things are necessary parts of raising a healthy child, and they have been pivotal in forcing me to abandon some of my selfish habits. My daughter could care less about my well-thought-out schedule or whether or not I have a flight early the next morning. She continually challenges me to love her regardless of convenience.

I wrote previously that one of the greatest tests of manhood is whether or not one has learned to abandon their life in the service of another. This idea makes some people’s skin crawl, but thus far it’s been one of the truest indicators of real manhood I’ve been able to find. It doesn’t take much effort to be selfish. In fact, it’s one of the most natural ways for us to live. Children plop into our lives as miniature insurgents, waging war with our lifestyle of “me first.” My daughter has opened my eyes to the beautiful struggle parents face in giving their lives to their children. It isn’t comfortable, and often times it flat out hurts, but it builds a depth of character that can only be understood by others who have traveled a similar path.

For years men have been raising daughters into young women. It used to scare me, it still scares me, but I’ll give my life away in pursuit of it any day.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Hell's Gate State Park

(This is my precipice. I am rather selfish when it comes to rocks. I love rocks and this is a very large rock therefore I love it more. :D This rock rests to the west of the Snake River and is in Washington state for those who are curious.) Anyway, with that, I will move on.



A couple of Saturday's ago, my mom, sister, my guys (minus Jackson who was working), one of their friends and I hopped in the van ready to make a drive to Hell's Gate State Park. There was an air of excitement and anticipation as we loaded the van with food and people like a pack mule. We thought of ourselves as explorers in search of what had only been mere tales up to this point. Sadly, we were to find out that our excitement was to be matched and surpassed only by our surprise at the park's location and size.
Prior to our excursion, we had seen signs for Hell's Gate State Park in the Lewiston and Clarkston areas and rightly assumed that it was somewhere in our general vicinity understanding general vicinity defined as "within a 30 min. drive or so". Altogether, it took us about an hour to figure out that this state park was about 10 min. from my house. Much to our chagrin, we came to the realization that the Lewiston city park was nearly as large as this "state park". Disappointed though we were, we decided to drive into the park and have a look around. We drove through the campground and were appalled at how close the sites were to each other. My boys kept asking why there weren't any tents. We are very opinionated wannabe campers. Our motto? If you're gonna camp, you have to make it rough and live amoung the trees and sticks and bugs and be toilet free...which is why we have never officially been camping since the kids came along. :) Finally, we decided on a parking spot and got out. It was chilly that day, but that wasn't going to stop us from playing in the "sand" on the Snake River "beach" though some got dirtier than others. ;)While the process of our trip wasn't what we had in mind, the end product turned out to be a delightful, enjoyable memory maker. I was afraid the only memory the kids were going to have was driving around looking for the park and them not getting enough air in the back of the van. Fortunately, they survived thus we survived. :)


Footprints in the sand. Human, bird and otherwise. I haven't put my feet in "sand" for years. It was wonderful!



My lovely precipice viewed from the Snake River beach.





The End (and a happy one at that!) :)