Yearly Archives: 2007

Changing a Diaper. No Problem.

Connor_football.jpgI am remiss for not having mentioned earlier an important milestone in my humdrum life. On Saturday afternoon, February 3, I changed my first diaper. Actually, it wasn’t my diaper, but Connor’s.

Since this was a momentous thing for which I feel, even five days later, an unusual sense of accomplishment, I am compelled to provide a play-by-play.

Allen was in the bedroom picking up in preparation for our Super Bowl party the next night. I’d been holding Connor, and it became obvious to me, as a person in whom God saw fit to install a nose, that all was not tidy in his nether regions. I could have called for Allen. But in an impulsive spat of self-confidence, probably caffeine-related, I convinced myself, “I’ve watched them do this enough. I can do this on my own.”

And so, I unfolded his little pad, arranged a clean diaper and the wipes around it, placed Connor on the pad, and proceeded to unravel this smelly mystery. People have asked me if it was an easy one, if he was just wet. No, I’ll have you know, it was not an easy one. He had soiled his onesie down his back. Which raises this question:

When it comes to babies, do you use a clinical euphemism like “soiled,” or do you just come right out and say, “He had green poop squirted clear down his back?” You decide.

Anyway, I rose to the occasion, using upwards of 75 wipes and managing to keep his little yellow-socketed feet from falling into the aforementioned soil. Suddenly, he was clean. And I, Steve Dennie, age 50, had engineered this feat which restored balance to the universe.

The most difficult part was removing his onesie. I definitely need to practice, if not receive extended instruction in, the proper technique for removing from an outfit the arms and head of a baby who provides absolutely no help. Connor grew a bit impatient with me, since I clearly took longer at this part of the mission than his parents do. But I got the thing off and took it in to Allen, pointing out the existance of soil and suggesting that we substitute something fresh and clean, as if that was only an option.

At this point, I turned the operation over to Allen, who located a new outfit and did the honors. I, meanwhile, stood watching with a grin of self-satisfaction.

Now that I am a veteran at changing diapers, I am available to conduct workshops.

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Those Trespassing Visitors

Had lunch with my Dad today. That was nice. He told me about the reception they’ve gotten at two churches they’ve been attending. This is always comedic stuff. When Mom and Dad took a year off from the ministry in the early 1980s, after ten years at their first church, they visited a lot of different churches and were always amused by the timidity of churchgoers when it comes to greeting visitors. They would often be ignored. Once, if I remember right, they sat down in a pew and some other people filed into the pew, and stacked up hymnals and Bibles between them, to create a barrier between them and these unknown people who had crashed their pew.

They’ve been attending one church in Fort Wayne fairly regularly for months, but still, nobody talks to them. The pastor greeted someone on either side of them, but ignored them. Mom and Dad find this intensely amusing.

At another church, Dad kindly (I’m assuming) refused the offer of a visitor badge. I can’t believe any churches are still giving out visitor badges. That’s so old school. The second time they visited, when it came to signing the guest register, Dad signed it, “Mr. and Mrs. Invisible,” and gave their real address. He’s still waiting on a letter sent to Mr. and Mrs. Invisible.

I’ve seen some of this kind of behavior in United Brethren churches. I remember one church in Ohio where I was pretty much ignored by the 100+ people attending, even when I went to Sunday school. Some years ago, when I attended the largest church in our denomination, I obviously took somebody’s regular pew, because this older couple scooted in beside me and the lady shot me a highly disapproving look which told me I was trespassing. Inside, I guffawed.

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Celebrities and the State of the News

I think we all get tired of celebrities spouting their political opinions, as if being famous makes them insightful. There are a few I do view as insightful. Not Sean Penn. Not Babs Streisand. Not Alec Baldwin. But George Clooney–there’s a smart fellow who understands the media and the vanities of Celebrity Land. Yeah, I know, he’s in the “liberal” camp. But I’ll listen to what he has to say (just as I’d sooner listen to Al Franken than a self-absorbed, truth-twisting weasel like Bill O’Reilly).

Anyway, I read an online interview in which Clooney talked about foreign relations (he’s been doing a lot of work on behalf of Darfur), and talked about how the rest of the world views us as unilateral bullies. Which we are.

But he also talked about the news (and he comes from a news background). He said this: “24-hour news does not mean that you get more news. It means you get the same news more.”

Ain’t that the truth! At one time, The Latest Missing White Girl Story would get a minute on the evening news. Now it gets a whole evening, getting handed off from one talk show to another, each exploiting the story with nothing factual to add (though, thankfully, MSNBC and CNN are getting away from that cycle).

He mentions the recent story about the three hikers stuck on an Oregon mountain. “It was 24 hours of three guys stuck up on a mountain. A tragedy, but it is three guys who chose to go out on a mountain for sport and had a terrible accident. Yet there were hundreds and hundreds of people dying in vicious attacks in places all around the world; there were tons of news stories that day that were so much more important to what was going on in the world.”

This is why I increasingly appreciate Keith Olberman (MSNBC), Lou Dobbs (CNN), and Anderson Cooper (CNN), all of whom avoid the “sensational” story in favor of other things that matter. Cooper, especially, gets out of the studio and does original stuff that people should care about. But for the most part, the national media gurus are lazy penny-pinchers, blanketing stories that cost little to cover, rather than venturing something new that might require airfare.

The three national broadcasts–CBS, ABC, and NBC–still do good stuff. But they’re done in a half hour, and that’s it. Then we must switch over to the cable channels, which run the latest sensational story into the ground while recklessly flinging around self-righteous pronouncements. But it’s not as bad as it used to be, as long as you avoid Headline News, whose evening schedule is a wasteland of fluff.

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Glad Tidings in Hoosierland

The Anchor Worship Team (l-r): Joe Leatherman, Terry Leatherman, Steve Dennie, Pam Dennie, Marsha Biard (holding Connor), and Tim Bauman

Indiana is, of course, rejoicing over the Colts victory in the Super Bowl last night. We got off to a very depressing start with those runs by Devin Hester and Thomas Smith, not to mention the rain. But since God is sovereign and was on the side of the Colts, things worked out.

Yesterday, Super Bowl Sunday, lots of people followed Pastor Tim’s instructions to come to church clad in Colts gear (like Mary, Rozal, Russ, and Pat). That included the entire worship team (except for Marsha Biard, a Chargers fan, who abstained). Pastor Tim, here with Allen Gibbs, preached in a Colts sweatshirt.

Pam got a cute outfit for Connor at Target (right), even though Connor’s Mom, Carolyn, came to church wearing a Bears hoody, that being her favorite team. Perhaps the bravest soul was RJ, who came wearing a bright orange Bears jersey. RJ and Dan came to our house for our Super Bowl party. RJ picked up Dan for the party. I suggested that on the way home, he drop Dan off in the middle of nowhere, but RJ’s not the type of person who would do that.

Connor slept through the second half of the Super Bowl. But in the first half, Mark helped Connor practice his refereeing in a pose I call Touchdown Connor.

A few other observations from the Super Bowl:

  • The opening extravaganza, with all the acrobats and colorful inflatable animals and such, was tedious. Five minutes of watching cheerleaders launch into the air? Okay, I got the idea after the first few, and it was nothing I hadn’t seen before.
  • That was a sorry bunch of commercials. A huge disappointment. The Snickers and the mouse ads were among the very few that were truly Super Bowl-worthy.
  • Prince was quite good. I liked how he did several different song styles. And he avoided launching into his falsetto, which is always annoying. I’ve never been a Prince fan, but he done good last night.
  • Hey Adam–what’s with missing a field goal? We hired you to be perfect.
  • Now, will everybody please get off Peyton Manning’s back? And onto Eli’s back?
  • Poor, poor Rex Grossman. Nuff said.
  • I think the Super Bowl should always be played in a dome. Maybe that’s just me. If the Colts had lost, I would have blamed it on the rain. A convenient excuse, I realize. But still.
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Super Bowl Witness

There is some good stuff about Christians on the Colts and Bears rosters at Beyond the Ultimate. At the bottom of the homepage are PDF files you can download, and they contain testimonies from players and coaches–one PDF for the Colts, one for the Bears.

The Bears version focused mostly on coaches, and they even pulled in Mike Singletary, a blast from the past. The Colts version, however, focused almost entirely on players (Jeff Saturday, Dallas Clark, Hunter Smith, Tarik Glenn). Both mini-booklets end with a clear presentation of the Gospel message.

I’m impressed with the materials I see, and commend Athletes in Action for putting together a quality witness around the Super Bowl.

I’m wondering: since both teams have Christian coaches, if the Bears win, will Colts owner Jim Irsay and Coach Tony Dungy give God credit for the Bears victory? Or do you only give God credit when you win?

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Adventures in the Kitchen

Last night I attempted to make a double batch of Rice-a-Roni, enough for all four of us. I started by dumping the rice mixture and the seasoning packet into a big pan. Mistake. The seasoning packet comes later. But once it’s mixed in, there’s no separating it. So I proceeded.

Add butter, let it melt, and saute the rice until it’s a golden brown. Well, with the seasoning coating everything, everything was discolored. Plus, it burned. Lots of burned rice. I decreed that the sauteing was complete, and proceeded to add water, bring it to a boil, and let it simmer in the covered pan for 15 minutes. And 20 minutes. And 25.

Taste test. I scooped out some rice. It was crunchy. But that was probably just the shaved almonds. So I extracted one solitary piece of rice and stuck it in my mouth. It was hard and crunchy.

So I dumped the whole thing in the trash, and our supper became, instead, a tray-full of pizza rolls. Very healthy. I should stick to grilling.

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In Fear of Komodo Dragon

This morning I stopped at Starbucks, saw that Komodo Dragon was the day’s decaf coffee, and walked out.

Komodo Dragon is strong, evil stuff, concocted in the labyrinths of Mordor. My fear is that it will eat through my plastic mug, through the cup holder, and through the floorboard, like alien acid blood. This could actually happen.

So I opted to stop at the Java Hut in Roanoke, on the way to work. They actually have very good coffee.

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Avoiding “Strikes” in the Pew

I’ve been reading BusinessWeek for over 20 years, and enjoy finding things that apply to the church. The backpage column by Jack and Suzy Welch (he’s the renowned former pres of General Electric) is always engaging. They just answer questions people send. In the January 15 issue, someone said workers went on strike at their largest factory, demanding higher pay, even though they paid the same as at other factories.

The Welches responded that when labor issues erupt, the trouble can usually be traced to workplace leadership–usually, a plant boss or foreman who is abusive, insensitive, bullying, secretive, or all of the above. “In short,” they write, “bad management most likely caused your strike.”

Is that usually the problem when problems arise in churches? A pastor or “church boss” or elder board who are insensitive, bullying, secretive? Yes, I’ve seen shades of that time and again in our churches. (At my own church, though, we try to be highly transparent, and our pastor takes the lead in that.)

The Welches say the answer is to install plant leaders who are transparent, candid, fair, and respectful. Yes, we need church leaders like that, too.

A key principle, they say, is to give workers a voice and dignity. “All employees, not just the ones carrying briefcases, need to be heard. Factory workers in particular need to know they are more to the company than just a pair of hands at a machine. Their ideas count.” So how do you do this? You listen, you create forums where workers are encouraged to raise their ideas for doing things better. “Nothing builds resentment like a factory boss standing cross-armed in his glassed-in office, overseeing from on high.” We at the denominational headquarters (my day job) are often perceived this way, though it’s not fair.

And then they conclude with this, which I really like: “What you need are local plant leaders who are comfortable with dialogue. That builds trust….When managers operate transparently and fairly and workers know it, there is no need for a third party to broker the conversation between them. There is just one team, working together to win.”

A lot of good stuff there about dealing with people.

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No More A/C

Somebody stole the church’s outside air-conditioning unit. Just backed up to the church, removed the big unit, and hauled it away. Probably gonna tear it apart for the copper and aluminum. Swell. At least we’re not exactly using it right now.

I guess a lot of this is happening. I’m sure that the scrap metal dealers, when they receive materials from air-conditioners, have no idea whatsoever that it might be stolen stuff.

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10 Great Things About Steak ‘N Shake

Steak ‘N Shake is probably my favorite restaurant. I never get tired of going there. Went there this afternoon for a bowl of chili. Scrumptious. Here are some of the great things about Steak ‘N Shake.

  1. Those fabulous thin fries.
  2. Can’t beat the chili. Non-spicy, thick, tasty.
  3. They show a playful, deliberately cheesy sense of humor in their commercials.
  4. Neon signage.
  5. They give you those big, wide straws which require less sucking power, especially with milkshakes.
  6. The gumball machines. Pam always gives me a quarter after I pay the bill, so I can get a big cherry gumball.
  7. Your drink comes in a really big glass (which is actually glass).
  8. The best patti melt anywhere (though my favorite sandwich is the Frisco Melt).
  9. The black-and-white checkerboard design motif.
  10. Open 24 hours.
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