Thursday, November 04, 2010

Good Swords and Stout Hearts

Hernan Cortes's conquest of the Aztec Empire in Mexico illustrates an interesting approach to strategic commitment. When he landed in Mexico in 1518, Cortes ordered his men to burn all but one of his ships. This seemingly suicidal act was in fact a move that was purposeful and calculated. By eliminating their only method of retreat, Cortes forced his men to fight even harder to win. He forced them to commit. Survival was now contingent on one thing: victory.

According to Bernal Diaz del Castillo, who chronicled Cortes's conquest of the Aztecs, "Cortes said that we could look for no help or assistance except from God for we now had no ships in which to return to Cuba. Therefore we must rely on our own good swords and stout hearts."

Some folks might view this event in history as just another absurd conquest for capital gain, religious indulgence, and mass genocide. However, the story provides an illustration for the theme of this post: commitment.

Commitment is an intriguing concept when the stars align and everything is mapped out. When I's are dotted, and T's are crossed. However, commitment takes on a new, overwhelming form when lives are hanging in the balance. Especially when the lives at stake are our own. My life. Your life. My family. Your family. We're forced to commit. Survival is now contingent on one thing:___________. This one thing is void of everything safe, yet it is necessary for survival. Can we commit when there is...?

No retreat. No exit. No safety net. No training wheels. No savings account. No medicare. No medicaid. No 401k. No defined benefit plan. No economic development. No jobs. No follow-through from Washington. No excess. No heat. No air conditioning. No food. No water. No clothing. No gas in the tank. No end to the bills.

To be continued.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Transition


So, I've been going through some life changes in the past weeks. Seems like every time I turn around something in my life is radically changing. Shifting. Moving. Shaking. Developing. Disappearing. Transitioning. While pondering this mystery, it occurred to me that my life isn't just a series of transitions; it is a transition. One big, humongous transition. A friend of mine recently put it like this: the only constant in life is change.

Now, I could get deep and philosophical about all of this, but I won't. Instead I'd like to share something I meant to write at the beginning of this year. Here's a glance at my life in the last decade. Enjoy.

2000 - Age 15
Survived Y2K - Found Jesus. Cultivated a love for music.
2001 - Age 16
A year of firsts: car, job, kiss. Actually, I had 3 jobs that year. Fell in love with the game of golf. Hurt my back bluff jumping.
2002 - Age 17
Golf. A lot of golf. Moved to Bryant/Benton, AR in the fall. Became a church musician.
2003 - Age 18
Graduated HS. Decided against college. Thought I was cool. Met 3 amazing guys who would ultimately change my life: Reid, Gil, Adam. We formed a band - Before the Day.
2004 - Age 19
Decided college wasn't such a bad idea (tired of working in a warehouse). Enrolled at UALR Benton and then at Ouachita Tech. Played a lot of music that year (5 days a week). The band played about 50 shows. Magical adventures to Colorado and Florida.
2005 - Age 20
Kinda sucked. Dad was hurting, thought we were going to lose him. Quit the band. Moved back Flippin, AR that summer. Grandma was also very sick. Wild trip to Florida with Matt and Pat. Enrolled at ASU Mountain Home. Worked nights at a boat factory. Big sister left.
2006 - Age 21
No direction. Big sister came back. Still at ASUMH. Went through several jobs. Tried to play music alone. Met a girl. Broken heart. Little sister got hitched. Laid asphalt with the greatest Gypsy's on the planet. Countless trips to Chili's with Josh. Graduated from ASUMH in December. Dad went back to work after 14 years, almost complete recovery (Jesus).
2007 - Age 22
Enrolled at Arkansas Tech University: pre-med biology. Quickly realized I wasn't smart enough. Changed majors. Church musician: round 2. Home for the summer, played a lot of golf (6 handicap again). Elected VP of a student ministry. Began working at ATU Sports Information. Co-hosted a radio show. Student government. Elected to exec board of Up 'til Dawn. Catalyst Conference. Razorback Football season tickets.
2008 - Age 23
Elected Pres. of a student ministry. Catalyst. Became an uncle (Ella Violet). Big sister got hitched. Razorback Football season tickets. Graduated college (completed 81 credit hours from Jan '07 - Dec. '08).
2009 - Age 24
A year of new perspective and heart break. (Still can't discuss the latter.) Nothing from Jan-May (a lot of Halo and fast food). Parents moved to Houston. I moved to Little Rock. Joined Knox Hamilton(myspace.com/knoxhamilton). AmeriCorps. Fell in love with the homeless. Became an uncle again (John Graham). Traveled a lot: Dallas, Albuquerque, Orlando, St. Petersburg, Tampa Bay, Atlanta, Houston, Birmingham, Memphis, New Orleans.
2010 - Age 25
To be continued...

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Disconnected.

I apologize in advance for this post. I hope to produce higher quality posts in the future. This is raw, fresh, and from my soul.

I would like to pose a question: why is the church so disconnected from the "real world", reality, real life, etc?

Allow me to preface for a moment. I visited a homeless camp today for lunch. I like to visit this particular camp weekly. The folks there are high quality. So many dilemmas, so few complaints. Their company is unrivaled. 

My boss, a friend of ours, and I took the camp a humble lunch today. After we set everything up and were prepped to serve, one of the men at the camp halted our progress and said we needed to bless the food. He was up for the task, but stopped himself. He exclaimed, "I don't really know how to bless the food. I don't know how to pray." He quickly delegated the prayer duties to me. In my mind I'm thinking, "I've prayed before. A lot, actually. I've got this." As soon as I started to pray I realized that I had no idea how to pray. This devastating realization had all but completely gripped my inner being by the time my 7 second "prayer" was over. I couldn't believe it. I can't believe it.

Of course, I know how to pray. "Lord, thank you for this food..." I've said that a thousand times. It's easy, right? Correct: reciting a prayer, mantra, or even a pagan chant is easy. After a little more thought, I realized that I didn't know how to pray for these folks. Where do you start? They need so much, they have so little. People die out there. One of our homeless buddies was brutally beaten to death last weekend. So, again, where do you start?

All of this leads up to the following question: why is the church so disconnected from the "real world", reality, real life?

We preach about "the least of these" almost every Sunday now. Combating social injustice issues is very relevant in today's popular Christian culture. Yet, we're so completely disconnected. What are we doing? What am I doing? What are you doing?

We go to church in the same parts of town we live in and wonder why the ghetto isn't healing. We're so preoccupied with the upcoming Sunday service that we don't share the Good News during the week. We "amen" Feed-the-Poor messages, but don't concern ourselves with issues like the correlation between poverty and obesity.

If I don't even understand the basic needs, mentalities, dilemmas, adversities, circumstances, and causes of poverty, then how can I know how to pray about it? Understanding and awareness will cost me my innocence. My naivety. My time. It will cost me.

I guess a better question would be this: Is the church disconnected because we're not willing to open up to understanding and awareness?





Tuesday, July 20, 2010

About This Blog...

This blog is a conglomeration of the following:
  • Nonsensical ramblings
  • My thoroughly educated opinion
  • Thoughts and mantra
  • Cries for help
  • Amateur sociological observations
  • Challenging prose...well, just challenging.
  • Political propaganda
  • Enjoyable cynicism
  • Updates from the ghetto commune
  • Commentary on poverty and social injustice
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Thursday, July 08, 2010

Up and Coming

Stay tuned for the nonsensical ramblings of a confused me. Peace and love.