Yearly Archives: 2007

Most Dangerous Roads

One morning last week, while snowed in, I watched a History Channel feature about Bolivia’s North Yungus Road, a 70km horror that connects the capital city, La Paz, with the city of Coroica. It is hands-down the world’s most dangerous road, claiming 100-200 lives every year. I’m fascinated by this road. A History Channel reporter drove the entire road with a film crew. Incredibly, I found this more interesting than the Anna Nicole Smith saga.

I came across a web article about the five most dangerous roads in the world. The Bolivian road heads the list, but the others are quite interesting, too. Lots of pictures.

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Athletes Vs. Golfers

A few weeks ago, Sports Illustrated let two guys debate who was the better athlete: Tiger Woods or Roger Federer. Both are probably the greatest to ever play their sport. But who is the better athlete?.

The pro-Federer writer (I don’t remember the guys’ names) pointed out that Tiger’s physical demands don’t go beyond walking and swinging your arms (though swinging with great practiced precision). Federer, on the other hand, must actually run, jump, spin, fight fatigue, and draw deeply from gutsy reserves when things aren’t going well. He must swing his arms hundreds of times more than Tiger does. And he must adjust for and out-think each opponent (whereas Tiger competes against the course, not an opponent).

So I don’t think there’s any doubt that Federer is the better athlete. But if you start playing this game, you could argue that many mediocre NBA players are better pure athletes than Federer. But I don’t want to go there.

Are Jeff Gordon and Daryl Waltrip athletes? Auto racing has all the trappings of a sport–competition, big crowds, Vegas betting. But I have trouble seeing these guys as athletes any more than I see video-gamers, chess players, and archers as athletes. To be an athlete, you need to do something that truly taxes you physically. So, does that mean ballroom dancers and synchronized swimmers are athletes, but Jeff Gordon isn’t?

Okay, I need to think about this some more. Or maybe not. I don’t know why I’m even writing about this. I should go outside and do something physically demanding and therefore athletic, like shoveling snow. On the other hand, considering all the finger movement necessary to type, how about advancing blogging as a sport?

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The Fluff Channels Vs. CNN

Every time I check, MSNBC, Headline News, and Fox are all talking about Anna Nicole Smith. Meanwhile, CNN is always doing something worthwhile. Like tonight, Anderson Cooper is in the Brazilian rain forest doing a report on the climate. I’ve noticed this night after night–three channels lazily doing fluff, while CNN tackles substance. It’s not a difficult choice deciding which channel to watch, even though James Dobson and the other Christian-culture elites would be terribly disappointed with me.

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Skipping the Teenage Years

Eighteen years since I proposed. Nothing special about 18, I guess. Except that we’re still together, so we seem to be fighting the odds just fine. I proposed the day after Valentines Day. I refused to be stereotypical. I was ready to propose on Valentines Day, but I stubbornly waited an extra day.

Tonight we went to Bandidos after music practice and shared a medium nachos, just the meats and cheeses (no beans). Pretty boring for an anniversary meal, I suppose, but it suited us.

After 18 years, we could have a kid ready to graduate from high school. Instead, we’ve got a 20-year-old and a 20-something, and their baby. Went straight to Grandpa and Grandma. That’s what people are calling us. I never minded. Pam wasn’t sure about it at first, but now she has embraced her Grandmahood.

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Ain’t That Ironic

This just in: a Congressional hearing on Global Warming was postponed because of an ice storm in Washington DC.

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Totally Confused About Worship

For many years now, “worship” has been the in thing in churchdom, the thing we do which is supposed to be paramount, more important than anything else. Evangelism, obedience, faithfulness, discipleship, missions, spiritual gifts–they had their day. But today’s United States church says it’s all about worship.

I confess that I’m totally confused when it comes to worship. I’ve heard so many definitions and general proclamations about worship, with so many contradictions and inconsistencies, that I’ve given up. I think I helped craft one definition, as part of a music team exercise, along the line of, “Worship is giving all of myself to an infinite God.” Or something like that (am I close, Chris?). It was profound, as everything about worship must be.

We hear that worship isn’t what we do on Sunday morning, but how we live throughout the week. That worship is a lifestyle. I’ve heard that everything we do is an act of worship. That we worship by teaching Sunday school, by eating right, by driving within the speed limit. That world missions is, in fact, an act of worship (rather than an act of obedience to the Great Commission, which I was errantly taught as a kid by non-worship-minded adults). When I send my wife flowers or do the dishes or get to work on time–more acts of worship.

But then, we do some kind of elevated worship on Sunday, when we hold worship services. But what part of the morning is worship? When people say, “I really worshipped this morning,” they’re usually talking about the songs. Nobody says, “I really worshipped in listening to that sermon,” or when the offering was taken, or during announcements.

As a worship team, we lead the congregation in worship. But if it’s a lifestyle, and not something we do on Sunday morning, then what exactly is our role? If what we do inspires positive emotion, people will say it was good worship. If the pastor gives a knock-em-dead sermon, people will say it was a great sermon, not a great act of worship.

I read today someone’s thought that, “Quite often worship is simply a baptized version of our culture. In our worship we simply mirror what is all around us–worship of self.” Wow, there’s something to think about. But that person is confining worship to what happens in worship services.

Our new Christian rock stars are worship leaders like Matt Redman, Chris Tomlin, Darlene Zschech, and Tommy Walker. Instead of going to hear them “in concert,” we go to hear them conduct musical worship. During my childhood years we had fulltime evangelists, and they emphasized that winning the lost is more important than anything else we do. Well, few fulltime evangelists are still around; it’s just not a marketable skill, I guess. But we do have thousands of worship leaders who tell us that worship is, of course, more important than anything else we do. Since I’m a Communications Director, I’d like to tell people that nothing is more important than communicating clearly, but you can’t pack an auditorium with that message.

So anyway, I’m confused, and I’ve been blissfully confused for many years now. And I wonder how many other people share my confusion, but don’t want to admit it and thereby show themselves to be spiritually unenlightened. When I hear new definitions or profound pronouncements about worship, I just nod my head with severe understanding and privately look forward to the day when some other Christian concept becomes in vogue, something that people can explain with a little more consensus and less starry-eyed abstract prose.

To me, it’s not all about worship. It’s all about obedience and faithfulness. Those are concepts I can wrap my mind around. Is God pleased with what happens at my church on Sunday morning? If he’s pleased, then I’m pleased, and I don’t get my shorts bunched up about whether or not worship occurred.

(This is what happens when I’m snowed in.)

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Anna Watch

Just checked the news stations. MSNBC, Headline News, and Fox News were all covering Anna Nicole Smith. Only CNN was doing something substantive (an interview with Bill Richardson, who I really like). My read is that Fox and Headline News are drifting increasingly into fluff and general cheapness. MSNBC is on the rise, and CNN leads the way in doing real news. Yeah, I know, our Republican puppetmasters claim that CNN is liberal and that only Fox can be trusted. Baloney. Who can I trust? I’ll take CNN over Fox any day of the week.

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Morbid Lyrics About the Blood

Chris Kuntz, our former worship leader who now leads worship at another United Brethren church here in Fort Wayne, wrote on his blog about the hymn “There is Power in the Blood.” As I voiced in a comment, I tend to shy away from the “blood” hymns as a bit morbid. Consider these:

  • “There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins. And sinners plunged beneath that flow lose all their guilty stain.”
  • “What can wash away my sins? Nothing but the blood of Jesus.”
  • “Alas and did my Savior bleed and did my sovereign die.”
  • “For Jesus shed His precious blood, rich blessings to bestow. Plunge now into the crimson flood, that washes white as snow.”
  • “Down at the cross where my Saviour died, down where for cleansing from sin I cried. There to my heart was the blood applied….”
  • “See from his head, his hands, his feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down….”
  • “Are you washed in the bood, in the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb?”
  • “What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus….Oh precious is the flow, that makes me white as snow.”

Pretty gruesome, huh?

Today’s contemporary Christian songs talk about how much Christ loves us, and talk about the cross in sort of a shiny symbolic way, but avoid talking about what Jesus actually suffered on our behalf (which the film “The Passion of the Christ” portrays with morbid power).

Chris distilled the simple message of this old hymn with the questions asked at the beginning of each verse:

  1. Do you want to be free from the burden or bondage of sin?
  2. Do you want to win over evil?
  3. Do you want to be so pure that you are whiter than snow?
  4. Do you want to serve Jesus by doing His work here on earth?
  5. Do you want to live every day praising God and singing to Him?

If your response to any of those questions is “Yes,” then the answer is: “There’s power in the blood.” Not in the spilled blood itself, but in what it made possible–the total transformation of people.

I wonder if, by sheltering our pew-sitters from the reality of what Christ suffered for us, we unintentionally promote a sort of wimpy Gospel. That the Christian life is all about love and hope and peace, not about (potentially) tremendous sacrifice and suffering. We certainly don’t advertise, “If you become a Christian, you may be called to suffer more than you can imagine.” No, we don’t want to scare people away. So we promote the Christian life as happiness and having your needs (and wants) met. And as a result, we get wimpy Christians who buy into the American-dream consumeristic lifestyle, thinking that that’s what Christ intended for us. “I have lots of things. Therefore, God is doing what I signed up for.”

I’m still not anxious to inflict “blood” hymns on Sunday worshipers. But if people want “Yes” answers to those questions posed in “There is Power in the Blood,” I guess we need to point them to the reason they can have “yes” answers.

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All Anna, All the Time

I got up this morning and turned on the TV to watch some news, catch up on the headlines. But all I could learn about was Anna Nicole Smith, now dead for two days. MSNBC, CNN, and FOX are doing wall-to-wall coverage, for which intellectual viewers are grateful. Maybe somebody should just launch an Anna Nicole Smith Channel–All Anna, All the Time. Even in death, she continues to inspire the world.

With new alleged fathers falling from the sky, this thing will continue for some time. I’m sure Nancy Grace, Greta, and Paula will milk it for all it’s worth. I see Geraldo is lending his journalistic gravitas to the mix with a special.

Somebody will eventually gain control of the baby, which means they got control of what they really wanted–the money. They’ll pocket the money and turn the baby over to a nanny. I doubt that this baby will grow up feeling loved and wanted.

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Give Me Down to There Hair

Tim will preach about Samson in two weeks, so last night at music practice we discussed possible songs to accompany the message. I mentioned the 1960s song “Hair,” from the musical by that name.

“Hair” was the first rock song I ever heard. Our family had gone to the Cook home, and their son Rodney and I went up to his room. “I want you to listen to something,” he said. He then put on an album or .45 (I don’t remember which; cassettes hadn’t come out yet) and played the song “Hair.” I was immediately drawn to it–the whole rowdy, rock sound. I had never heard anything like it before, and though entirely beyond my experience to that point, the sound connected with something in me.

And yet, at the same time, I felt like I was doing something naughty. That if my parents heard us listening to this music, they would be upset. They wouldn’t have been, but something in my upbringing (not particularly strict by any means) told me we were listening to something forbidden.

And now, 40 years later, I might actually play that forbidden song in church. Talk about going liberal!

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

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