tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44392621854669270202024-03-05T11:55:38.208-05:00Whistling in the Dark<b>Whistle...sing...speak...shout. Let the dark know you're not intimidated by big empty space. Let others out there know they're not alone. <br><i>"The Light shines in the darkness, and the <br>darkness did not overpower it." John 1:5</i></b>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-34198630460300624162013-01-21T13:12:00.001-05:002013-01-21T13:18:14.224-05:00Interlude: How Can I Keep from Singing<span class="fullpost">
Ok, so my next few Memory of Light posts have been delayed. Should have at least one up by later today. In the meantime, an interlude: one of my new favorite songs. Uploaded from my phone, where I simply rotated the screen to get the video right-side up. If you're watching it from a desktop...oops? What can I say, haven't done this before, and tech-savvy I am not. I'll work on it... </span><br />
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<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L6LZVx2NgN4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-11126010293227092762013-01-15T20:50:00.000-05:002013-01-15T20:50:34.057-05:00Memories of Light, part 2<span class="fullpost">
In this blogpost you have a compilation of my off-the-cuff, stream-of-consciousness posts to the Tor.com rereaders on Facebook during my read of A Memory of Light, by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson. </span><br />
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After waiting 16+ years to read the end of this story, I was hugely excited to read A Memory of Light. I was also very conflicted. This story has been part of my life for a long time now; the characters are like old familiar friends; friends who were about to a) die, in the story, or b) if they didn't die, they might as well, since I wouldn't get to read about them anymore.<br />
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I don't know how to explain the mix of emotions I felt; driven to devour the book as soon as possible, on the one hand; driven to draw it out and linger over the last new Wheel of Time book I'd ever read. <br />
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Thus the reread community has been a godsend. They are in the same boat, know just how it feels, and could share the excitement and the ambivalence. <br />
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So, during my read, when excitement or trepidation or dread threatened to overwhelm me, I would siphon off a bit of that and share it with the reread community. What follows are those posts, from January 8 through 12, beginning just before I got the book and continuing for a day or so after I finished reading. <br />
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Note that these posts were all, by design, spoiler-free (and are certainly influenced by Leigh Butler's brilliantly funny and profane Spoiler-Free Review, which you can find on Tor.com). As such they don't actually SAY anything. They just record my emotions, mostly for my benefit, and perhaps for other Wheel of Time fans. <br />
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Tomorrow I'll go back and identify what I was reading when these reactions took place. <br />
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<span class="fullpost">And now, the post!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:26 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oddly, I seem to have waked (from a dream of
sitting in a crowded stadium of folks awaiting our books) in a non-twitchy
state. Now I know it's really here, I'm sort of...stretching my morning
routine, since I took the day off. Still, I'll be setting off for the store in
the next half hour!!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:15 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The weird non-twitchy phase has passed with
a vengeance. Heading out now to claim my copy! The nearest Walmart parking lot
is like a deathtrap at the best of times, and I have this horrible feeling that
as soon as I put my gleeful hands on a preciousss copy the earth will crack and
swallow me whole, but there's no help for it. Time to dance with Jak o' the
shadows....”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">5:40 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“ Hey, Linda...I just realized that I'm
reading about you in AMOL!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:43 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I've never read this slowly. P. 246. I keep
stopping to squee. I agree...wonderful. Squeeing, occasional getting choked
up...but a mounting sense of dread, too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:56 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“My ‘break’ lasted ten minutes; after five I
was twitching again. I'm going back in! Hang in there, bleary-eyed friends;
tai'shar tor-rereaders!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">10:27 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Wow. The scene I just read...wow. I never
expected *that* to go like *that*. Just...wow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">10:32 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And two pages later, I'm stunned all over
again. Why did I never realize this? Completely logical, completely unexpected.
Wow. Brain explodey.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:23 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And now, I do a snoopy dance of joy. What a
CMOA!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">January 9<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">1:08 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh good grief, I thought the rest of you
were crazy, I can't believe you were right about this! Ah hah hah, it was all a
trick! Bloody marvelous! Oh, well done.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And then, That
happened, closely followed by THAT. No, I don't like this at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ugh, so good."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">1:31 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Ok, bed. For now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:38 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I told myself not to read before going to
work this morning, but I couldn't help it. And...i got to a section where
things began to suck. Not the story, but what's happening to Our Heroes! Just
the beginning, I'm sure, and then it was time to leave. Now I'm going through
the whole day filled with dread. Argh!”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:54 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh no. OH NO. This is a disaster. How is
that even possible? And if he is, they *both* could be! Light!</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I really shouldn't
have allowed myself to read a chapter at lunch...”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">1:34 p.m. "Turns
out it's not as bad as I thought. Or it's worse. I haven't decided yet." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">10:54 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Home from my twelve hour work day.
Exhausted, headache. Logically, considering the next chapter is 180 pages long,
I should just go to bed, right? RIGHT? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yeah, right.
*sarcasm*”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:07 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Pg 624. Lol. But i think there's not
much more laughter in the near future...." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:10 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Well...the next paragraph made me
laugh. And the next page did again." <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:19 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Crap. Didn't see that coming, he's
totally insane." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:57 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Bwah hah hah, that is hilarious! In
general, though, everything is so tense and dire I can hardly stand it." </span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">January 10<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:05 a.m.
"Yeah, it...gets worse"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:38 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Oh. Oh, god, no."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:54 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Aw, man, that SUCKS. Makes sense, though.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:56 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh...tears now.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">1:13 a.m. “No. No, i
think I'm going to give...what happened...the weight it deserves. I will rest
here. See you all in the morning.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7:10 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“And we wake, and within 5 pages, we have
more sucking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to admit, despite
everything, I always had a soft spot for him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Man. This is gonna get brutal, isn't it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7:24 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!? Bloody Seanchan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7:35 a.m. “ YES!!
Awesome! (please don't turn this into sucking when I turn the page)”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7:43 a.m. “Well, that
was a good bit of fan service, but this next bit....aw, *expletive*. This book
keeps making me want to curse, something I usually avoid. (How can something so
horrible be so good?!)”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7:50 a.m.
“Awesome! (oh nos)”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7:51 a.m. “Hah! Pg
726 'if any of those...' "<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7:56 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I have never hearted Mat Cauthon quite like
the rest of you, until this book.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">8:02 a.m. “Aww.
Together again.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">8:08 a.m. “OH! OH
NOS!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And now I have go to work.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">8:14 a.m. “Hahaha
that is hilarious that man is a tool and you are awesome! Ok...NOW I can go to
work.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:26 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Pg 780.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:32 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Ohnononononononono”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:45 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“oh<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">i don't want to read
this anymore”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">10:25 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Tai'shar Manetheren. Tai'shar Malkier.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">10:44 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Where is she? Where are they?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">10:51 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hahaha haha hahaha bloody genius.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:17 p.m. “sads”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">12:32 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I finished reading the last book of the
Wheel of Time on Thursday, January 10, at 12:26 p.m. EST. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I...don't know. It
was great. I...don't know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">2:07 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Yeah, it's a little odd, after thinking of
"Dragonsworn" as people like Masema's bunch, but once I decided to see
us as Dragonsworn, it made things even more engrossing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">5:00 p.m. “ Any good
post-apocalyptic snacks in the bunker? What do you fix for supper on the day
the world/pattern/series ends?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7: 59 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It's a good thing I live alone, is all I'm
saying. As it is, the walls of the apartment aren't *that* thick. And I may
have lost it a time or twelve at 2 a.m...two nights in a row....”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11:16 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The White Tower's got, like, 1500+ novices
now? Including the likes of Sharina Melloy? And Egwene made great use of them
in the Seanchan attack on the Tower, and then we're told they're...just off
Healing? MAYBE that's a good enough use, or maybe every Aes Sedai ought to have
been in a circle of 13 the whole time, with 12 novices hidden in the camps...”</span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">January 11</span></i><br />
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></i> </div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9:43 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“A friend who likes to post 'Question(s) of
the Day' just asked "What is the last book you read that made you
cry?" Hmm, let me think....”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">January 12</span></i><br />
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></i> </div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> 1</span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">0:34 p.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Finally managed to put some thoughts down in
the Spoiler thread. Already up to 250+ comments.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span><br />Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-5742818880774026432013-01-15T14:11:00.000-05:002013-01-15T20:53:19.246-05:00Memories of Light, part 1I began reading Robert Jordan's epic fantasy series, "The Wheel of Time", in May of 1996. <br />
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The series began in 1990, and by 1996 there were already 6 books out with a seventh on the way.
I borrowed the books from a friend. She was excited to loan me the first one - then was shocked at how quickly I devoured it and was ready for the next one. She became increasingly concerned as I burned through all 6 currently existing books within a week - 5000+ pages - during a time when I really should have been studying for finals.
It was, after all, the last few weeks of my last semester in college!
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Whatever. <br />
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Avid reader that I was, the Wheel of Time pulled me in like no fantasy series had since I read the Lord of the Rings in 5th grade. (Still the best and most powerful read of my life!)
After devouring the first six books, I had a torturous wait for almost a week before book 7 came out in Hardcover. I snapped it up immediately! I had to know what was going to happen!
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Little did I know then that I'd be waiting another 16 1/2 years for the series to finish.
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Or that the author would tragically die after a hard struggle to live long enough to finish, passing away in 2007.
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Or that he would nobly and bravely leave notes and outlines with his wife and editor, Harriet, and entrust her with the task of finding someone to take those pieces and finish the story.
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Or that Brandon Sanderson, the man Harriet chose, would do such a magnificent job.
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Or that in the midst of our long mutual wait for the next book, complete with much *twitching* and impatience, I would find an online community (The Wheel of Time Reread at tor.com) who loves the books as much as I do and would, with much laughter and teasing and brilliant analysis, make the wait for the next book a fun and unforgettable experience, rather than just torture.
To clarify - the wait was always torture! But it didn't have to be fun, and thanks to those folks, it was!
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Because of the Rereaders, I've been able to share these books that I love with others. Because of that commuity, though the Wheel of Time has circled to a close, it's only *an* ending to the experience, not *the* end.
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In that spirit, over the next day or two I'll do another couple of posts on AMoL, sharing some of my thoughts and experiences as I read the final, 903 page volume of the Wheel of Time - one of my all-time favorite books!
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In the next post, I'll consolidate and repost the stream-of-consciousness non-spoiler reactions I shared with the Reread community as I read the book.
Following that, I'll attempt to interpret my own comments, and figure out what I was reacting to at the time! That post will have spoilers, and will be labeled appropriately.
For now, if you've not read Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time, I order you to do so at once. <br />
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You can thank me later. Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-53281361717404975662012-09-22T23:55:00.002-04:002013-01-15T20:31:45.646-05:00Meditation on Anger
I've always had some anger issues. By which I mean, I've always had issues expressing anger. I try, really hard, not to overreact. I don't scream or yell or call people names. As a rule. (Hey, family, any reaction to this? Is that true? Was it true when I was a kid?) <span class="fullpost"></span>
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<span class="fullpost">The truth is, I probably didn't think it was ok to be angry. I didn't like to be yelled at, and I was drilled to be polite and respectful. More to the point, I wanted to be liked. I wanted to be seen as easygoing, kind, nice. So I tried, not quite consciously, to suppress that anger. In fact, much of the time I didn't realize I was angry. I'd hide it even from myself, so that I could be...nice. </span><br />
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<span class="fullpost">Over a lot of time and reflection, especially in my chaplaincy training, I learned that suppressing anger is a really, really bad idea. Any behavior that drives you to deny who you are, instead of dealing with it, is destructive. </span><br />
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When Jesus got angry, he didn't suppress it. He overturned tables in the temple, shouted at the money-changers, <em>he braided a whip and drove them out of the building. (This is awesome, by the way.) </em><br />
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Anger can tempt us to sin, but anger can be a gift of God, too. It can be empowering. It can give you the strength and energy needed to address a difficult situation. Circumstances that might be embarrassing, difficult, or daunting sometimes need the strength of rage to push us into action. Anger and compassion are the two sides of justice. <br />
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In a relationship, anger is a sign of caring. Someone who makes you angry is someone who matters.<br />
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Anger can give you the courage to confront injustice, and to seek truth and healing in relationships. <br />
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So it's important to act on anger. Not to be controlled by it, but not to suppress it. All that energy and rage seeking a solution, if suppressed, becomes a problem. That energy has to go somewhere in the system of our lives. In my life, in my past, I wasn't confident (or mean) enough to express it outwardly (despite the occasional anti-fundamentalist rant in seminary). I wasn't brave enough to express it openly in a healthy way, by honestly stating my grievances. So I turned it inward. <br />
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If you want a good handy shorthand for anger turned inward, "depression" covers it. Isolating, overeating, retreating into morose despair. That's what I did in seminary. I was depressed and almost paralyzed for close to two years. Even now, ten years later, those ingrained habits - suppress, turn inward, isolate, retreat, overeat - those impulses are still instinctive responses that I have to monitor, sometimes more successfully than others. <br />
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In recent months, I've had a lot of reason to be angry. And I have been. Sometimes it's taken me a day or two or three to realize just how angry I've been about...well, about things. Long story. Another time, maybe. <br />
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But I've been angry. I've been filled with energy and rage seeking a solution. I've been faced with the challenge of acknowledging my anger and channeling it in healthy ways - a difficult task requiring a lot of energy, in a profession where I'm not supposed to get mad at the people I'm with, during a time when I've been incredibly busy and incredibly tired, and not a little sad. A task not <br />
helped by the fact that anger and sleep don't mix well. <br />
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Ten years ago, I wasn't up for that kind of challenge. It was only by grace that I made it through. <br />
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Have I learned anything since? Have time, reflection, Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE), and another ten years of life as a child of God taught me anything?<br />
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Yes. <br />
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I'm pleased. </span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-1499084959358595192012-09-13T00:15:00.001-04:002012-09-24T12:03:05.088-04:00Meditation on Friendship
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think Wednesday nights and Sunday afternoons have
always been hard times for me; down times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I
understand people who don’t like church; during a period of depression in my
life, I found church an actively painful place for me to be. But usually,
I really enjoy church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> (Well…except when it’s
infuriating, but that’s another post.) <span class="fullpost"></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I love Bible study (when it happens); I love
greeting everybody (when I’m not busy and distracted); I love seeing (and
teasing) the kids and youth; most of all, I love being in worship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> In high school, once I started driving, my family
made fun of the fact that I was always one of the last people to leave the
building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Church is a high for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Wednesday night late, and Sunday afternoon late, I
have the letdown.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Coming back to Earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Returning to the everyday grind.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Since I went on church staff full time, this has
been far truer than ever before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> It used to be
that I went to church to worship and to see my friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> That was true at FBC Mauldin (and certainly with
BSU), at Brookwood, and at EBF.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I suppose
churches have the reputation, unfortunately richly deserved, of being judgmental
places.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But for me – whether with the youth at
FBCM, or in BSU, or my div school friends at Brookwood, with the fellow pilgrims
at EBF – church was a place of acceptance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I
was at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I was known and valued.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I was active, I did stuff, I worked – but first and
foremost it was a place of friendship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So the
letdown was that I’d been with my friends and then had to leave them. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now, I go to church to work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And I don’t have pure friendships at church anymore;
everyone has some expectation of you or from you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And you’re there with people who (whether correctly
or not) see it as their right and function to judge you, your performance,
whether you’re good enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> They decide your
salary, and your day off, and they talk about you to each other without any
sense of shame or discretion.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> That’s just how
it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> There are many people at my church that
I feel great affection for, and trust that they do for me (as well as others
that I know do not, but that’s also another post).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Like it or not, church since I went on staff full
time is a place where I am judged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I’m on
display among a crowd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For
an introvert like me, this is a big deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Being
an introvert doesn’t mean I don’t love being around people; as I said above,
that’s one of the reasons I love coming to church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But it’s draining.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
On some low level, just being with a crowd draws my energy away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And knowing that the crowd is watching you, weighing
you, judging you…that amplifies the drain enormously.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I work hard to stay authentic, to be as real and
transparent as I can…but working hard is hard work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> It’s tough, as an introvert, to be open and
transparent with a group that’s judging you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
And there are some (many) that I just can’t be fully authentic with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So some portion of my thoughts, feelings, and
beliefs has to stay hidden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And that, too, is
draining.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Generally speaking, by Wednesday
night or Sunday afternoon, I’m exhausted completely, physically and
emotionally.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now, interestingly, when real worship breaks out,
when I feel my focus and the room’s on God, that gives me energy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> During those moments, I don’t have to be hidden.
We’re in God’s presence and I can be free to be me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So anyway, part of the letdown of church ending is
that worship is over, and the sense of being judged returns, sometimes
intensified by people telling you what was wrong with worship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But I’ve found that, introvert though I am, not
everyone drains me energy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> There are some folks
who (generally) give me energy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Friends. Pure friends. People who don't want see
me first for what they expect of me. People who purely enjoy my presence.
<br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not just people I'm friendly with. You know,
<em>friends</em>. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve been thinking, off and on, lately more on than
off, about the nature of friendship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> For a
single person, friendship assumes a significance and importance that you married
folks lose, I think. Your family, rightfully, becomes top priority - under God,
hopefully. For me, under God, friends make the world go round. <br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For me, some
things are non-negotiable for friendship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Two
biggies are mutual respect and trust.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I need to
know that I’m valued by the people that I value; few things are more unpleasant
(hurtful) than finding out that you’re less important to someone than they are
to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So that mutual sense of
respecting/liking/valuing each other is important.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And trust.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I have
to know that I can trust you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> That you’re not
judging me, that you can see my flaws and weaknesses as well as my strengths,
and still value me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And I have to know that
you’re honest with me, that you have that same trust in me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Without that, there’s no basis for
friendship.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But
with that mutual trust and respect…ah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> There’s
magic in that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I’m an introvert, even people I
like drain me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But if you’re a real friend? If
I respect and trust you and believe in your trust and respect for me?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span></span></span></span><br />
W<span style="font-family: Calibri;">ell then, I don’t have to work to stay hidden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I can trust you and relax.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> And I don’t have to work to be authentic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I can let go and let it flow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I can be sarcastic or sentimental, obnoxious or
compassionate, supportive or mocking, say what I think and mean what I say and
not worry that what I said is going to come back to bite me, that someone’s
going to judge me for it and try to take me out with it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are people whose simple presence relaxes
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> If I sent you an invitation to see this
post (not an exhaustive list, by the way), you are one of those people, at least
sometimes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> We’re all human and far from
Heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Sometimes family can annoy me,
sometimes friends become distant.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But for the
most part, your proximity gives me rest and renews my strength.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> In that way, you are the presence of Christ to me;
Christ, who said “come to me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will
give you rest.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Simply being you, being someone
that I trust to trust and respect me, just that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Not anything you say or do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Just…the fact of you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is why, in college, I could spend a full day
in class and a full night at church, and still stay up til midnight talking with
Tom Smith, my mentor and friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> This is why,
after the enormous energy drain of being among church people and being friendly
to church people and teaching SS and leading worship, going out to lunch with
some of our college students refreshes rather than exhausts me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You give me rest.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
You show me Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So friendship…it’s big.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Jesus said to his disciples that he saw them as
friends, not servants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Friendship is a picture
of Christ and the church, just as much as the more often repeated picture of
marriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Friends, I admit that sometimes I may be tempted to
cling to you, rather than to the Christ you help me see.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I value you greatly; sometimes, I overvalue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Moreover, I fear that for some of you, rather than
giving you rest, I drain you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You
see, I value that mutual trust and respect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So
if I ever feel some barrier to that?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I will
fight for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I will confront the barrier and
try to get past it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> That, of course, takes
energy, and strength, and courage (far more, I think, than the silent “grin and
bear it” path that our culture encourages us, especially men, to take).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I fear for many of you it stretches you outside your
comfort zone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I’m sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I’ll probably do it anyway, trusting in friendship
to get us through it, trusting in your respect/trust in me to make you speak up
if I push too far.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yes, friends, you give me energy when you’re
near.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> So lately…I’m tired.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Things aren’t going poorly or anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I’m just…not near.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
Christ be with you, friends. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-12339552725098509792012-02-24T22:31:00.005-05:002012-09-24T12:04:06.345-04:00Sacrifice and CelebrationIt’s fitting that it’s only now, for the first time in eons, that I’m able to make the time and the effort for a new blog post. This is the season of Lent, a season of discipline.<br />
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I grew up (and still am) Baptist, and Lent was not something we talked about or observed in my early years. It wasn’t until high school that I heard of the mysterious “Maundy Thursday.” I wasn’t part of a Good Friday Tenebrae service until about 5 years ago, while I was hospice chaplain and a member of Emmanuel Baptist Fellowship in Lexington, SC. By that time I was a seminary grad, and it was at my (interdenominational) seminary, Beeson Divinity School, that I first was asked by someone what I was giving up for Lent. Probably an Episcopalian. (I hadn’t planned to give up anything, thanks much.)<br />
<span class="fullpost"><br /><br />Sacrifice isn’t that popular an idea in our consumption-driven culture. Perhaps it’s that contrast that makes Lent intriguing to me. Or maybe it’s the appeal of the unfamiliar and new (to me; Lent is OLD), making Lent seem exotic and exciting. In theory, at least. In previous years, my attempts to give up something for Lent have generally been wildly unsuccessful. Me and discipline? Distant acquaintances, at best, and we don't really get along, to be honest.<br /><br />This year, I’m trying something different. Two days in (38 to go), I’m doing well. It’s early yet, but I’m hopeful the excitement will last this time. Because I've finally understood that despite the common perception, Lent isn’t really about giving something up. The sacrifice is a means, not an end. We sacrifice a human good for a divine better.<br /><br />I think Lent, like Advent, is really about preparation. We get ready to celebrate Easter (the resurrection of the One Who saved us from sin and death) by reflecting on our need for a Savior. We give up something important to us, that has a grip on us. We turn that time and energy from what we've given up and put that into the Kingdom of God instead.<br /><br />So this Lenten season, I’m giving up buying meals when I’m alone. I’m a single guy who works many, often most, nights. And I’m really not a cook. So I buy most (75% or more, breakfast, lunch, and supper) of my meals from a restaurant – occasionally going and eating there, but more often (and more problematically) doing take out or fast food.<br /><br />Giving this up is clearly in my own best interests, as are most of the “sacrifices” God asks from us. Eating out is more expensive and less healthy. By fixing meals at home, I’ll consume less empty calories, get more nutrients, and save money. Still, I tried this last year, and it was (as alluded to above) a spectacular failure. The personal benefits didn't outweigh the sheer inconvenience. Getting up earlier to fix meals? Fixing meals at the end of a work day? Blargh. Last time I tried this it just made me grumpy.<br /><br />But this year, any day I’m unmotivated to cook, or inclined to cheat, I’m shifting focus. I'm going to figure out what meal I want and how much money it would cost me. Then I'm going to donate that amount.<br /><br />I’m not sure where I’ll donate it to – there are lots of good possibilities. Maybe the <a href="http://www.changethisworld.com/">Change This World </a>fundraiser our youth are involved in for summer camp. It’s very likely to go to one of the five initiatives from the <a href="https://thefellowship.info/youchoose">YouChoose</a> video. Maybe it’ll go to a smaller, more local organization - the Food Pantry here at Westfield, <a href="http://lovewins.info/">Love Wins Ministries </a>in Raleigh, <a href="http://www.umrr.org/">Union Mission </a>in Roanoke Rapids.<br /><br />The point is, each time I’m tempted to give in, I can do something positive instead. Ironically, the less tempted I feel, the less money I’ll raise. Conversely, the more money I give, the more tempted and flawed it’ll mean I am. :) But if anyone else wanted to join me by doing something similar in your life, so that we could celebrate together how God led us to take something unhealthy and turn it to something good - that would be cool to hear about from you folks!<br /><br />Caveats and fine print: I can still eat out if invited by someone else. I don’t get to share a meal with someone else all that often, and doing so is a Good Thing. Also, one day a week is a day of celebration, when the Lenten restriction is relaxed. Hey, I didn't come up with this! But I am adapting it to my situation. Traditionally the day of celebration is Sunday, the day of worship. For the time being, I’m going to make it Thursday, my day off. This is part of trying to more closely observe Sabbath on my off-day – another Lenten discipline, actually.<br /><br />So that’s the plan for Lent this year. How about you? How are you spending Lent? How are you preparing to celebrate the Savior?</span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-22569686107766151552009-05-11T12:07:00.000-04:002012-09-24T12:09:40.631-04:00Life UpdateSo, what's been up over the last year?<br />
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In brief, in May 2008 (I think) I was contacted by a church in Dunn, NC, looking for their first full-time Associate Pastor, with responsibility for music, youth, and children's ministry. I, of course, had never considered youth or children's ministry as possible avenues of service for myself. In fact, in seminary, the only two things I "knew" where that I wasn't being called to preach or to be a youth minister. Shows what I knew!<br />
<span class="fullpost"><br /><br />It's a church of 85 or so attenders, with a choir of 15, youth group of 6, and children's ministry (k-5th) of 20-25. I moved in mid-August and started working officially in September, and it feels like I've not had a moment's rest since! This is not really good - I'm going to have to do better Sabbathing - but it has been interesting and exciting. In a lot of ways, it feels like the culmination of work I've been doing in bits and pieces for the last 15 years - I get a use for skills I learned in pastoral care as a chaplain (esp. as it's an older congregation), a use for musical skills I hadn't used in awhile (I'm having a ball planning worship and rehearsing a choir again - I'd really missed that), skills learned dabbling in college ministry the last couple of years, things learned working with the education ministry at my old church (Emmanuel Baptist Fellowship, Lexington SC), where I was part of a small, semi-missional church where I learned a lot of other things that I'm now putting to use. <br /><br />The difference is, while I was a chaplain and a church pianist and a volunteer college minister, I was doing these things in bits and pieces, at different times and places. Now all those bits and pieces get to be used in the same place. I feel more whole and fulfilled than I have in years. <br /><br />It's a good church. It calls itself missional, which it's not. We have a project every month or so where we have an emphasis on a particular project or need, and raise money for it, fairly successfully. There are also times of service - and the church works pretty hard on some of them, like Operation Christmas Child, or putting together packages for Meals on Wheels at Christmas, or supporting a food bank. But the service times, while good and valid, aren't relational - we rarely meet the people we're ministering too. As a result, though there's some talk about the least of these, we're rarely meeting or going to church with people "not like us". <br /><br />But there's a lot of good things going on, and a lot of potential for better (more relational, loving, Kingdom-serving things), and some of us (I like to to think I'm included here) are starting to get the mental and emotional shift necessary to understand giving not as giving money but giving your whole self, even as Christ gave His whole self to us. </span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-85573358734489775862009-05-03T08:03:00.005-04:002012-02-24T23:37:41.557-05:00Vocation Check-up51 weeks ago, in one of my last posts before my hiatus, I wrote this: <br /><br /><em>My understanding of vocation may be shifting, by the way.<span class="fullpost"> <br />I still agree and am passionate about what I've said [about "being a minister"] - being a reminder [to others that they are ministers, too], equipper, and community-builder. But there's another element that's come to the surface in the last few years, an element that working in hospitals and hospices has helped to crystallize, as well as reading literature from the emerging church and my own Bible study. <br /><br />I have seen too many men and women die feeling lonely and cut off from the church…too many people die without believing they are loved, or that God intended for them, for us all, to have lives of meaning and purpose - to know that we are of infinite value. I have watched people die who never got to the point where they trusted that. <br /><br />My dream is to be a part of a church community that is not content to leave those needs in other hands. My dream is to be a part of a church that believes Jesus meant it when he said that whatever we have done for the least of these - feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, caring for the sick, visiting the prisoners and the oppressed - whatever we have done for them, we have done for Christ. <br /><br />And whatever we have not done for them, we have not done for Christ. <br /><br />The fact is, the church is meant to be doing this work....</em><br /><br />More true than ever. And hard to do. Churches, like every institution, take on a life of their own. It's completely possible to get so involved in maintaining the daily functioning of the group that you don't attend to things outside. It <strong>shouldn't </strong>be possible. But it is. And this is why we need church. For all the pit-falls of an organization, there's also a corresponding benefit. Church is doing what it's supposed to when the people you're with challenge and inspire you to reach out, open up (to God and neighbor), to dream and to experiment on ways to join God in the world.<br /><br />If you're part of a church that doesn't do that, you may need to look for another.<br /></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-39529913193645067832009-05-01T13:58:00.006-04:002012-09-24T12:12:30.657-04:00A tweet (but not that kind)Well, it's been nearly a year since my last post. In that time I've accepted a new job (a calling to church) in a new town in a new state and begun to integrate into a new community. It's been extraordinarily busy, mostly good, occasionally painful, usually exhilirating, and always time-consuming.<br />
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And so I've not been posting.<br />
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Some of that is, honestly, <span class="fullpost">because as I was in the job interview process I decided I needed to not put all my thoughts on-line...that I wanted to be honest and transparent with interviewers but still maintain the right to filter.<br /><br />Since I've moved and started working...in a church, where people should be loved and accepted for who they are, but as we all know, that's a struggle...since I've moved, I've continued to wrestle with the boundaries of public and private honesty, and haven't quite decided to start posting again. And, of course, I've simply been really busy, too.<br /><br />Plus, about a month before I stopped posting semi-regularly, I discovered Facebook...and that deflected a lot of my on-line time.<br /><br />But I have missed the outlet for self-reflection combined with reaching out. I've begun to feel that I'm too busy *not* to make time for that, actually. And the twitterization of Facebook makes my like for it a little less - and I feel the need for something that allows more of me, and less time dodging invitations to add new apps.<br /><br />So anyway, now that I've had a year to forget how this works...here's a peep of a whistle. I'm back, I think. See you soon. </span><span class="fullpost"><br /></span><span class="fullpost"><br /><br /></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-8227527750354604482008-05-23T17:54:00.003-04:002012-09-24T12:12:58.293-04:00One *Consistent* VoiceIn a political landscape where someone's method of counting the votes changes every month or so...where "I've listened to you and in the process I've found my voice" means simply that your voice changes state by state and moment by moment...where someone else can call a person an agent of intolerance one year, and seek their favor the next...I think there's one candidate whose voice has been consistent. What do you think? <br />
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Bwah-hah-hah!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0V2_G3zZJkPAUWOxnpUi6zqCAU49q8tJgNH73HISNMXAceUPXvHEyUix1QFjvKlwifVlhcrVEqLUf9jZgM-ikVNUSiA7TzrfPd2JElkxoPNWTuFOlsRDqkC8EAoFtrUOeffp_AsH0jA/s1600-h/38858970.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200734400519785218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE0V2_G3zZJkPAUWOxnpUi6zqCAU49q8tJgNH73HISNMXAceUPXvHEyUix1QFjvKlwifVlhcrVEqLUf9jZgM-ikVNUSiA7TzrfPd2JElkxoPNWTuFOlsRDqkC8EAoFtrUOeffp_AsH0jA/s200/38858970.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-51645275415215178132008-05-11T00:12:00.003-04:002008-05-11T00:14:07.088-04:00Happy Day, all!Happy Pentecost everybody - may God's Spirit be poured out on you or well up within you today...may it be a day of encouragement, empowerment, and blessing, so that you may bless, encourage, and empower others. <br /><br />And hey, don't forget that it's Mother's Day! Hey mom - see you in about 14 hours!Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-9707216896067926822008-05-09T19:09:00.007-04:002008-05-09T20:06:49.154-04:00Discipleship Emerging, pt. 3 - ChaplaincyAs I work through this job hunting process, <span class="fullpost">my thoughts have done a lot of circling around what *type* of job to look for, as I've already written about <em></em>(endlessly)<em></em>. A calling or vocation is not a calling to a <em></em>job description. I feel like being a minister *is* who I am - or who I'm called to be/become. I also think all people are called to be ministers, in some way - and that for me, what it means to be a minister is that I'm a reminder-er - my role is to remind others that they are ministers. And, I guess, to support them and equip them as they go about ministry/service/working for the kingdom in their own spheres of influence. And to remind them they're not alone, and foster community and connection between the various spheres. And...well, that's enough! <br /><br />So whatever job I have at any point, it doesn't have to be identical with my calling...but it does need to be consistent. I was becoming progressively troubled as a healthcare chaplain, because my primary understanding of my calling - reminding and equipping and building up - wasn't what I was spending most of my time doing. This, as much as frustration over paperwork and evil corporate greed and governmental waste, is why I'm not a chaplain right now. <br /><br />Well, being laid off had something to do with it, too.<br /><br />But I'd already decided I wouldn't stay more than another year. Really. Anyway...to some extent, volunteering at my church and with the college ministry while working in hospice as a 'day job' worked. But hospice isn't really the kind of thing you can do long term if you're not really passionate about it. And while it generally worked ok, sometimes it didn't leave much emotional energy for volunteering, even though that was the stuff I 'really' wanted to do. It was frustrating to know you were doing second-best at things that were most important to you. Meanwhile, I was trying to find ways to be who I am - a reminder-er (really need a better word!) and equipper, but thinking I really ought to be around people who were going to live long enough to do something with the insights they were having...<br /><br />When the hospice job evaporated, I took that as my cue that it was time to shift to doing a job that was where my heart was - in the church.<br /><br />My understanding of vocation may be shifting, by the way. I still agree and am passionate about what I've said - being a reminder, equipper, and community-builder. But there's another element that comes to the surface in the last few years, an element that working in hospitals and hospices has helped to crystallize, as well as reading literature from the emerging church, and my own Bible study.<br /><br />I have seen too many men and women die feeling lonely and cut off from the church…too many people die without believing they are loved, or that God intended for them, for us all, to have lives of meaning and purpose - to know that we are of infinite value. <br /><br />I have watched people die who never got to the point where they trusted that. At best, I could say that because of me and even more the nurse's aides, nurses, and social workers, they at least were *told* that they mattered. More, they saw people *acting* as if they mattered. That's something. For some of my patients, there was no one else in their lives telling them those things.<br /><br />We all bear some responsibility for the lives we lead, and I'll grant you that many of those folks made choices that contributed to their isolation. But so what? We all fall short, and some of us only have bad choices to start with. The fact remains, whatever else, that often hospice was standing in the gap in solidarity with those patients when no one else was. Not family...not church.<br /><br />(Not to say I didn't encounter many incredible and inspiring families, and churches, and a synagogue. Sometimes things - people - work out. Sometimes they don't.)<br /><br />My dream is to be a part of a church community that is not content to leave those needs in other hands. My dream is to be a part of a church that believes Jesus meant it when he said that whatever we have done for the least of these - feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, caring for the sick, visiting the prisoners and the oppressed - whatever we have done for them, we have done for Christ. <br /><br />And whatever we have not done for them, we have not done for Christ. <br /><br />The fact is, the church is meant to be doing this work...and when we're doing it right, no one does it better. Can you imagine showing any more love and compassion and solidarity for the desperately poor of Calcutta than Mother Teresa did? She's a model for us. Christ is the model for us.<br /><br />The hospice I worked for was a business...at the end of the day, decisions about how we gave care were made with concern for the bottom line, and the value of the company's stock. The decision to eliminate a chaplain position - to go from having a full-time ministerial presence in the hospice house, to a chaplain visiting 10-15 hours a week (though I know he does 20 or more - go Tom!)...this was not a decision based on care for patients. Nor do I believe it was based on financial necessity. It was based on cutting corners...on not valuing spiritual care for the dying. Because the model of what we "had to provide" is set by industry standards of care, concocted to meet Medicare guidelines. Which is fine...but it's a different model than the model of Christ.<br /><br />I know...it's just business. In our culture, that excuses pretty much anything that isn't actively illegal. But...Amos 5:10-13, 15 should speak to our culture.<br /><em>They hate him who reproves in the gate,<br />and they abhor him who speaks the truth.<br />Therefore because you trample on the poor<br />and you exact taxes of grain from him,<br />you have built houses of hewn stone,<br />but you shall not dwell in them;<br />you have planted pleasant vineyards,<br />but you shall not drink their wine.<br />For I know how many are your transgressions<br />and how great are your sins—<br />you who afflict the righteous, who take a bribe,<br />and turn aside the needy in the gate.<br />Hate evil, and love good,<br />and establish justice in the gate;<br />it may be that the LORD, the God of hosts,<br />will be gracious to the remnant of Joseph.</em><br /><em></em><br />End of the day - I feel called, compelled, to find a way to minister to the lost and least, the overlooked and neglected...to serve as a reminder that they are loved, that there is purpose and meaning for their lives, to help them find community. My dream...whatever my job...is to be a part of a church community that embraces that, not as an occasional project, but as the meaning of our lives - the working out of our calling - the source of our joy.</span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-90343403287976795782008-05-08T14:32:00.004-04:002008-05-08T14:42:57.088-04:00Iron Man - Review<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsKgmgLiol1FFX9SCkleoBEbSI5TI4Mz8AJPonKb038X_ZEAUhpPomha_RpSK6yKsyK1xzro4Alv3SM0XWzn5ovwBopIUE2roY9NxlD8zXHVZzE-k-X-DyHDfPPUpWimp4wmo_L5YnB8/s1600-h/Tony+Stark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsKgmgLiol1FFX9SCkleoBEbSI5TI4Mz8AJPonKb038X_ZEAUhpPomha_RpSK6yKsyK1xzro4Alv3SM0XWzn5ovwBopIUE2roY9NxlD8zXHVZzE-k-X-DyHDfPPUpWimp4wmo_L5YnB8/s200/Tony+Stark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198077084422171714" /></a><br />So I went to see the "Iron Man" movie Monday night, with Robert Downey Jr. as an inspired choice for Tony Stark (see Stark here in this picture from the comics - Downey looks just like him), Gwyneth Paltrow, Jeff Bridges, and Terrence Howard. Official synopsis, short version: "Billionaire industrialist Tony Stark builds a high-tech suit of armor and leads a double-life as the superhero, Iron Man." Don't click "Read More" if you don't want spoilers.<span class="fullpost"><br /><br />I liked it! I liked it a lot! No, it's not great literature, but it's a good move. Very well-cast actors with very good delivery from all (although Howard wasn't in enough of it to get a real sense of him...but I imagine he'll be much bigger in the sequel), a good strong story, great effects, good human interaction as well as great action sequences, plenty of humor...and I'd actually rate it a cut above the generic "yeah this was a good movie and I liked the popcorn too" flick. (That's the kind of movie you enjoy going to see at the movies but it has no deep impact and not much re-watchability.) The movie lightly but definitely asks some troubling questions about weapons development and war profiteering, and the role of U.S. or multi-national corporations in profiting off of weapons trade. (Did you know that, of 25 major conflicts going on in 1999, 20 of them had he U.S. supplying weapons to one or both sides? And that the U.S. creates and exports more than 50% of the world's weapons?) <br /><br />Iron Man's a classic superhero. *You* might not know that, but he is. He's about 45 years old, contemporary with Spider-Man, Hulk, and the Fantastic Four. He's a founding member of the Avengers, alongside the Hulk, Thor, Ant-Man and the Wasp, and neo-founder Captain America. He, Thor, and Captain America are the Avengers "Big 3", and Iron Man is unquestionably one of the big guns of the Marvel Universe, in terms of power, smarts, and influence over other heroes. <br /><br />Oh...you don't know who the Avengers are? They're equivalent in lots of ways to DC's Justice League. Marvel's Fantastic Four has more name recognition with non-comics fans than the Avengers, but in the comic universe, the Avengers are the premiere super-team. <br /><br />So Iron Man's big. He's never had much name recognition outside the comics, but he's had his own action figures and appeared in cartoons and video games. Now, he's on the big screen, and doing well. <br /><br />Doing very well! Robert Downey Jr. was an inspired choice, and not just because of his look. Iron Man's alter ego, Tony Stark, is a rich playboy who was probably the first superhero to be an alcoholic. Downey (oddly enough) is able to carry off the booze-swilling, womanizing, ultra-rich vibe perfectly - while still having lots of charm and likeability, somehow, just as Stark in the comics manages. <br /><br />Speaking of the comics, it's nice to see the source material adapted (not slavishly copied) with such respect. Lots of *details* are changed, but everything "feels" right - they've nailed the spirit of Iron Man. A rich womanizer who nevertheless is likeable - and has a sense of responsibility for the common good, and definitely a sense of responsibility for how his inventions get used. The aspect of the plot where he was hunting down and destroying his weapons to prevent others from using them echos the classic "Armor Wars" storyline from the comics. There were lots of other little "Easter eggs" scattered throughout - stuff a comic geek would recognize and be excited about, but that weren't a) stupidly obvious, or b) obscure to non-comics folks. For example, the Asian/Middle-Eastern chr that kidnapped Stark was bent on taking over Asia, and headed an organization called "Ten Rings" - an obvious reference to classic Iron Man foe "the Mandarin", a Yellow Claw variant with ten rings that give him various powers. This guy was "just" a soldier-type, but he was pretty intense - and he seemed set up pretty clearly to be the (or at least "a") villain in the sequel. I think that guy's importance was clear to everyone - he just was a little more significant if you got the comic reference - which is the way it should be with a comic book movie.<br /><br />Iron Monger was a good choice for villain in this movie. Superhero movies take note - you need a supervillain! Much as I love the original Superman movie *and* Superman Returns, both are marred by not really having real challenges for Superman - not like fighting Zod and co. in Superman II. The Hulk movie was like that, too...of course, that movie was flawed in dozens of other ways too, and the CGI Hulk looked retarded...Spider-Man and the X-Men made great transitions to the movie screen, and part of that was having good villains. <br /><br />Anyway, Iron Monger was a good choice. Good, fun movie. Iron Man's sort of like James Bond amplified - better gadgets. <br /><br />Make sure you watch the credits - there's a closing scene that'll excite you if you know enough!<br /><br />And by the way...tons of comic inspired movies coming out this summer - including a sequel to the best Batman movie of all, Batman Begins, which should be great. And Marvel's announced a sequel to Iron Man already (told you), plus a "Thor" movie (for next summer)? and forthcoming "Captain America" and "Avengers" movies, too. And is the new Hulk movie coming out this year? The last one stunk, imo, but this one is (wisely) ignoring that one and starting from scratch, and Edward Norton is playing Dr. Banner (the Hulk's alter ego), which he should be great at! I hope this movie has some of the "heart" and substance that the old tv show with Bill Bixby did - he was great at communicating the pathos of Banner's Jekyll/Hyde situation. That show also showed the generally non-evil nature of the Hulk, having a creature of rage and destruction that was harmless if left alone...that's always been a part of the Hulk's tragedy, too. Hope the movie will capture some of that...and have better looking CGI!<br /><br />Go see Iron Man!<br /></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-28113023055023338432008-05-07T16:07:00.004-04:002008-05-08T13:55:41.336-04:00Way to go, North Carolina!And phooey on you, Indiana. Silly people who don't agree with me...<br /><br />In honor of the victory in this latest skirmish...well, it's really not in honor of it, it's just because a friend posted this on facebook, and I really shouldn't...it's definitely a guilty pleasure, and I shouldn't laugh at it...but I just can't resist sharing this video with you. If you're a Star Wars fan like me, you can't help but love it (though it'll also help if you're a Barack fan like me...).<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8lvc-azCXY&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8lvc-azCXY&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-43277199066231610032008-05-05T17:38:00.005-04:002008-05-07T14:42:58.956-04:00Crazy, Beautiful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49AIw898gnU4nOb-5ppYDpozcSzIh2E_7q_MEzTBCxpOUjSixdDeWoKdpXDqhqMBHPVEiBg2RBIu-grvjtheLTkOa4Jcisdy0Bq5RmHpoq2_d92BKjhF-tOdB1p-Oqs9CG_vAQAFzjS4/s1600-h/Damanhur+Hall+of+Mirrors.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197706471694199842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49AIw898gnU4nOb-5ppYDpozcSzIh2E_7q_MEzTBCxpOUjSixdDeWoKdpXDqhqMBHPVEiBg2RBIu-grvjtheLTkOa4Jcisdy0Bq5RmHpoq2_d92BKjhF-tOdB1p-Oqs9CG_vAQAFzjS4/s200/Damanhur+Hall+of+Mirrors.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Some things are beautifully crazy...or crazily beautiful. Take this, for instance:<br /><br />There was a <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/worldnews.html?in_article_id=495538&in_page_id=1811">news article</a> I saw last year. It's a pretty amazing story but I kept forgetting to mention it. Luckily I was able to find it again on Google - I think I googled 'temple' and 'underground' and 'Italy'. Oh, and possibly 'crazy guy', but maybe not. Anyway, read the story. Go on, read it. And look at the pictures, which are the amazing part. Then come back here and click Read More.<span class="fullpost"><br /><br />I said READ THE ARTICLE! I gave you the link, so you don't even have to hunt it on Google like I did. You're so lazy. Fine, <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/worldnews.html?in_article_id=495538&in_page_id=1811">here it is again</a>.<br /><br />Now, aren't you glad you read it? Isn't that amazing?<br /><br />I mean, from what I can tell - and I did some additional research, which you can find <a href="http://www.thetemples.org/">here</a> - from what I can tell, the guy behind these "Temples of Damanhur" is nuttier than a fruitcake. (Which I apologize for saying, Damanhur folks - you've certainly accomplished far more in pursuit of your vision than I have in mine, and crafted beauty like I wouldn't have imagined. Sorry for the condescending-seeming tone here, too.) Fair warning - these folks seem very hippie-like, and believe in reincarnation and humanism and probably the age of aquarius and other stuff incompatible with my own worldview. They also, judging from their website, encourage things I can only applaud - ecological sustainability, volunteerism, community, creativity. It's the creativity of these underground temples which these folks have carved and created (pursuing visions that sound, to my cynical mind, like products of schizophrenia...though many folks in prior centuries believed that the mentally ill were touched by the divine. Hmm.) that really strikes me.<br /><br />In <a href="http://ccwhistlinginthedark.blogspot.com/2008/02/whistling-in-dark.html">my very first post</a> on "Whistling in the Dark" I mentioned some of my techno-fears. We often talk about how much we've gained technologically, how much we can do that earlier times (or even folks a decade or two ago) couldn't dream of. That's very true, but do you ever wonder what we've lost? I sometimes do. I mean, we live in a technical wonderland which most of us don't understand at all. We're dependent on the expertise of others to keep our computers working, our cars running, our pipes unclogged. How many of us understand even the basic principles of the internal combustion engine, or computer programming, or plumbing?<br /><br />How many of us still know how to bake bread?<br /><br />How many of you that do, could bake bread without pre-packaged ingredients and specialized techno-gadgets in your kitchen?<br /><br />How many of us could build a fire, minus a lighter or matches?<br /><br />What I'm getting at is simply this - in a world where technology does most of the work for us, the skills of doing it the long way - the hard way - the <strong>human</strong> way - get lost.<br /><br />In the ancient world - even in the medieval and Renaissance worlds - humans slowly, painstakingly, with their own hands and their own spirits, partaking as subcreators in the creative work of God (whether they knew it or not), crafted remarkable things. The Sistine Chapel. The Taj Mahal. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Stonehenge. Westminster Cathedral, and Chartres, and Notre Dame.<br /><br />I would have thought that the expertise, the sheer creative know-how, to craft such remarkable things, would be dying out. I mean, yeah, Beeson Divinity School chapel (where I went to seminary) is less than 20 years old, and it's gorgeous. (Really, <a href="http://danielsparks.com/2004/10/30/great-cloud-of-witnesses/">it is</a>.) Doesn't have the same outlandish, fantastical, *creative* elements as the Damanhur folks, though. And Petru, the guy that did the frescos for Beeson, is "one of the last living persons" trained in Eastern European methods of...er...painting chapel/cathedral frescos. I'm sure's there's a more technical and accurate phrasing for that...Anyway, there's not many people left that can do what Petru did, supposedly. "And the glory of the world becomes less than it was..."<br /><br />Shows what *I* know. Good on you, Damanhur folks. You, and other recent experiences like my visit to <a href="http://www.charlotte24-7.com/site.html">this place</a> reassure me that there is still wonder and beauty in the world. <br /><br />And craziness. :)</span></div><div></div><div></div>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-36418770397504369652008-05-05T16:55:00.008-04:002008-05-07T15:20:53.648-04:00Discipleship Emerging, pt. 2 - ReduxLet's be a little less conceptual and a little more concrete this time.<br /><br />I've often told folks that I wasn't really discipled well. I think this is pretty common in my Baptist heritage. Baptists (when I was growing up, and at many other times) were really concerned about professions of faith - conversions - and less so about discipling those making the professions. To be fair, Baptists had developed educational systems that had that end in mind. Church training (which was fading throughout my childhood, but still clung to the church schedule), Sunday School, education through choir and missions organizations like RAs/GAs, ACTeens, and other programs were intended to produce disciples.<span class="fullpost"><br /><br />Perhaps those programs worked well at one time. I know that in many of my undergraduate religion classes, and in my seminary classes, a lot of non-Baptist students didn't have the same degree of familiarity with Bible stories (Samson and Delilah, Shadrack, Meshach, and Abednego, Daniel in the Lion's Den, David and Goliath, etc.) that most of us Baptists had, and didn't seem to have "memory verses" they'd memorized. They didn't show evidence of, ahem, "sword drills" - they were slower to find passages in the Bible than those of us who'd engaged in races trying to beat our opponents with how quickly we could find a particular book...<br /><br />There have been times in my life when I've been grateful for those Bible stories and working knowledge of how to look something up. Doing summer missions in the Philippines as a college student, I got thrown without preparation time into teaching high schoolers "values education" using the Bible. I'd have been lost that first day without some good Bible stories to pull from.<br /><br />So a lot of the Baptist educational programs had their good points. Overall, I doubt they really worked on a deep level. There's a couple of reasons for this.<br /><br />1) They mistook education for discipleship. Bible study and education, any kind of education, are unquestionably very important. But education does not, in the long run, produce transformation. People do all sorts of dangerous or bad things even though they "know better." Education is important, but the key isn't what we know, but Who we know, not what we know, but who we become. Obviously, if we're to be transformed into imitators of Christ, then we have to know things about Jesus so we know what to imitate; but knowing about Jesus in and of itself doesn't require imitation. "Knowing about" is not the same thing as "having a relationship with".<br /><br />2) Low quality. Not always and not at all times - sometimes I'm sure the material was very good. Sometimes gifted and/or dedicated teachers could do a lot with a little, too. (My best Sunday School class, growing up, was the one taught by my parents. They did a great job.) But looking overall at Vacation Bible School and Sunday School, much of the education that we did remained on a very basic level (so as to be open to newcomers?) - about a 3rd grade level, it seems to me. I wonder if there are any studies on that? That's good up until 3rd grade - but over time, discipleship ministries need to grow up. <br /><br />Lots of times, and at multiple churches, Sunday School revolved around asking obvious questions with yes or no answers, while acting as if the questions were difficult. Results: boredom, contempt, frustration, people leaving church.<br /><br />Who had this discussion (multiple times) as a kid growing up in church? (You can substitute lots of things for "cocaine" - drunkeness, going to movies, slow dancing, fast dancing, any dancing...)<br />Teacher: "Do you think Jesus used cocaine?"<br />Students: "Um...No. It didn't even exist yet."<br />Teacher: "Do you think Jesus would've used cocaine if it had?"<br />Students: "...No. Why are we talking about this?"<br />Teacher: "Be quiet and answer my questions. Do you think Jesus would've used cocaine?"<br />Students: "..."<br />Teacher: "Why won't any of you answer my question?"<br />Students: "..."<br />Teacher: "Didn't any of you study your lesson? Why aren't you participating?"<br />Student 1 (<em>thinks this is stupid</em>): "...You said to be quiet. And we already answered your question."<br />Student 2 (<em>asleep</em>): "...zzz..."<br />Teacher (<em>floundering - why isn't this going well?</em>): "Please pay attention. Answer my question. Would Jeus have used cocaine?"<br />Student 1 (frustrated): "No!!!"<br />Student 2 (drooling): "...zzz..."<br />Teacher (<em>good, they answered - we're back on track</em>): "And would Jesus want you to use cocaine?"<br />Student 1: "ARGH!!!!"<br />Student 2: "...zzz..huh?"<br /><br /><br />Real discipleship needs depth - and the freedom to ask questions, not just answer them - questions that don't necessarily have yes or no (or any) answers.<br /><br />Real discipleship requires community. Not just people we hang out with, but relationships with those who know us well, who see - or don't see - transformation, and helps us to see (or not see) that as well. Spiritual Directors do something similar when they help a directee to "attend to the work/presence/voice/etc. of the Spirit" in their own lives.<br /><br />Real discipleship also, it seems to me, has to include challenges to *do*, not just to *hear* or *repeat* or *memorize.* Referring back to part 1 - we are to act. We are on mission. Discipleship involves us in the mission, helps us to understand that the mission is central to who we are, if we're disciples of Jesus.<br /><br />I want...<br /><br />No, yearn...feel called...to be part of a community where real discipleship - with depth, transformative relationships, and missional action - can take place.<br /><br />My hope, dream, and prayer, is that as I look for places to serve in church, I will be brought to that kind of place. Not necessarily that they've arrrived at that place...but at least that they're willing to go looking for it. </span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-47947113925437996342008-04-30T15:48:00.007-04:002009-05-04T16:48:58.637-04:00Discipleship EmergingAt the end of my last post I referenced that I'd been in transition, in some ways, for a long time. One of those ways is how I think about discipleship and education in the church. <br /><br />Christian Discipleship is a long-time concern of mine. By discipleship I mean<span class="fullpost">, simply, following Jesus. As with the original disciples, discipleship is about following Jesus and learning his Way (his actions, his teachings, his relationships with the Father and with the people he encountered). <br /><br />Discipleship can be called by a lot of names - I like the term spiritual formation. Discipleship is about being formed (transformed) into an imitator of Christ. Disciples, according to Jesus, will obey his commands; will love one another as he loved us; will lay down their lives for their friends; will love their enemies; will go out into all parts of the world and recruit ("make"; form, formation) new disciples, teaching them all the same things that Jesus taught to them; will do even greater things (somehow!) than Jesus did; will be one and united with each other by being united with and formed by Jesus (in the likeness of God, by the power of the Spirit). <br /><br />I'm passionate about it in part because it seems like the key to everything the church is supposed to be - we are supposed to imitate Jesus, to be in relationship with Jesus and let that relationship transform us, and being transformed, we are supposed to be beacons lighting a lonely, scared, angry, bitter, and broken world with the awareness of the presence of Jesus, so that the world is transformed into the peacable kingdom of Jesus. <br /><br />I'm also passionate about it because it seems we don't do it very well. <br /><br />On the one hand, that seems an obvious, if unfair, statement. Clearly we don't disciple well - if we did, if people were being shaped into reasonable imitators of Christ, then the Kingdom would break out all over. (It actually is, I believe; but it's easy to miss it, growing as it often does in secret from tiny mustard seeds.) But it's not so much the state of the world, as the state of the church, that says we don't do discipleship all that well.<br /><br />Most of the world respects Jesus. As Gandhi said, ""I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." Many churches are filled with angry, bitter, willfully ignorant, willfully hateful people. There are millions who claim to be disciples (i.e., call themselves Christians) but don't recognize a need to live sacrificially, to love enemies, to care for the poor, the outcast, and the oppressed, to lay down their lives for the good of others - or any of the other things Jesus is known for. There are millions of others, perhaps, who recognize this - and react with cynicism and despair, rather than hope, or with a sense of moral superiority, rather than humility, or who don't react at all, secure in their belief that *feeling* a sense of compassion absolves them of the need to *act* compassionately. <br /><br />Many christians - many churches - spread anger, fear, and ignorance. Others spread apathy, or smugness, or self-satisfaction with unearned prosperity. The New Testament says approximately "God is light, and in God is no darkness at all." A lot of churches and a lot of individuals spend a lot of time and effort imitating the dark and not the light. <br /><br />Over the last couple of years, a new sensibility has been trying to emerge in me - a “new” sensibility that is widespread, ancient, and strong. For me, at the heart of this new sensibility is the conviction that we western, comfortable, middle class Christians spend too much time trying to explain away too much of the biblical witness. I'm not talking about debates about inerrancy and miracles and stuff. Much of that, I think, is a smokescreen. I'm talking about our impulse to soften the demands Scripture generally and Jesus specifically. <br /><br />God desires, not sacrifice and offering, according to the prophet Amos, but justice and mercy. <br /><br />To help the needy is your spiritual act of worship. Whatever you have done for the least of these, you have done it for me. <br /><br />Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.<br /><br />By the way, that lost is from James chapter 1. When James is talking about keeping unstained by the world…in context, he’s talking about two things primarily - controlling how you speak to and treat other people, and about being a *hearer* of the word who is not a doer of the word. <br /><br />Hearing, but not doing, is a form of being "stained by the world." <br /><br />Knowledge is important, but it's meaningless unless we act in love. Acting well requires knowledge, but it also requires COURAGE. <br /><br />We need discipleship that teaches us courage...that teaches us to act. <br /><br /></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-25407845471271874462008-04-30T12:36:00.003-04:002008-05-07T14:14:48.545-04:00Free Rice? Free Rice!!I saw that a friend had referenced <a href="http://www.freerice.com/faq.html">this website</a>, which led me to this other <a href="http://www.poverty.com/internationalaid.html">associated website</a>. I've added 'em to my link list as worthy whistlers who put a good tune into the dark. These are folks who are "doing", not just hearing, thinking, or pontificating. They're doing good work...as far I can tell.<br /><br />The fact is,<span class="fullpost"> I don't know much about them, just what they say on the websites. The free rice idea, basically, is that if you go to their site and use their content, they will buy rice for poverty stricken folks. Supposedly the money to do some comes from advertisers, who hope you'll see their advertisement while you're online learning vocabulary from the free rice folks. <br /><br />That actually sounds plausible. Crazy, but plausible, and the folks don't ask you or me for money, just to learn some vocabulary. <br /><br />At the least, you'll learn some stuff...you can point any high schoolers you know to the site to it as a good review for SATs...and at best, if it's what they say...you'll be helping to feed the hungry. <br /><br />For free, as far as you or I are concerned. Check it out!</span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-76193956167698711522008-04-29T21:05:00.007-04:002008-04-30T15:23:23.086-04:00Turbulent Victory, pt. 1Lots of thoughts running through my head, still, as alluded to in my <a href="http://ccwhistlinginthedark.blogspot.com/2008/04/running-mad_15.html">earlier “Running Mad” post</a>. It’s been, to coin a phrase, an exhaustively <b>thoughtful</b> month. [I often feel like I have about 4 different trains of thought going on at once, so this isn't that unusual for me!] Mostly I’ve been seeking clarity. This will surprise no one who knows me, and will probably exasperate many of them – as I seem to have infinite capacity for reflection and rereflection and rerereflection (to coin more terms). <br /><br />By clarity I mean, most basically, clarity about my job situation. But…<span class="fullpost">and again, this will exasperate the more practical-minded among you (hi Dad!)…but on a more fundamental level, I mean that I am seeking clarity about…geez…about <b> all</b> of it, everything. Not just a job, but a vocation; not just looking for work to do, but for good to do; making a life more than making a living. <br /><br />Not that I haven’t been doing that, or you and the rest of the world haven’t been doing that…it’s just that I obsess about it more. :)<br /><br />But seriously, the layoff (Thanks Heartland – love ya, really.) and concomitant job search make this a natural transition time. I have to consider not just changing companies but changing careers and where I live, with all the personal and relational upheaval that follows this stuff. (Thanks again Heartland – really.) <br /><br />Well, I suppose I don’t *have* to do all that. I could just look for another hospice chaplain job, surely I’d find something (there are more than 22 in Columbia by last count – 5-6 years ago, there were about 5). Even if it were just part-time to start, I’d make as much as I’m doing with unemployment, and could and can supplement with other work, whether it be music or waitering, delivering pizzas or telebanking, temp work or…whatever. I could do that, and in the meantime, I could keep working with the students at USC, stay near friends and family, stay in a community where I have roots. <br /><br />I could stay at my church. My wonderful church took a year and a half to find, and despite being composed of human beings and thus being necessarily flawed (sometimes exasperating – like me), is a great place. It’s a warm community, a place of authenticity and commitment, a place fitfully but definitely trying to learn how to be missional and transformative. That ain’t all that common, folks. It’s a place I can serve, and a place that’s helping me be a better person and a better disciple of Jesus. <br /><br />So I could stay. I like where I live, I like what I’ve been doing. There’s no dissatisfaction driving me out.<br /><br />Except that there is, and the truth is, I was “in transition” long before this layoff came down the pike. <br /><br />But that's for part two...<br /></span><span class="fullpost"></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-7691116033424865432008-04-29T20:59:00.001-04:002012-09-24T12:19:04.075-04:00New Kind or New Way?Followed up "Blue Like Jazz" with "A New Kind of Christian" - started yesterday, finished about a half hour ago. Like "Blue" couldn't really put it down once I finally started. Not sure I "agree" with everything, especially about how 'necessary' it is to figure out a post-modern model - couldn't we just work on being 'mere' Christians w/o developing a model? However, that POV, which I had *before* reading the book, makes sense to me philosophically - but my emotions and intuition seem to be charging in the other direction, much to my surprise. So much of what is said about this new (ancient?) way of being Christian is so *exciting* to me. I found myself frustrated that I finished so late in the evening that I couldn't call anyone, bounce ideas off them. Checked email after attempting some quiet and prayer - your email gives me excuse to sound off about about new Christians, sorry.
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I find myself excited in a frustrating way, really - because I want to *do* something, right now. But I don't know what. Talk to someone? To God? But really I want to do something incarnational, missional, relational...real...I want to be re-ligamented, re-membered - right now!
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It's funny, most of the critiques of modernity didn't bother me at all. In fact, most of what I felt reading was a sense of recognition, at times a sense almost of, "yes, of course, but get *on* with it - what do we do?" I haven't had language for it, much of the time, but much of this for me goes back to my first couple years of college, when my friend Micah and I talked about the church, its problems, its inauthenticity, its failure to read *all* of Scripture, its tendency to pick out one thing and elevate it above the rest (whether a liberal POV or a consevative one) with Jesus so often walking a middle way between. (Or maybe, as Mclaren says, a _different_ way above.)
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Back in college, though we sometimes daydreamed about starting a church from scratch, my overall reaction was a sort of cynical despair. I remember Micah and I deciding that we probably only knew of about ten real Christians alive - including Mother Theresa and others we didn't know personally - and not including us. (At least we had that much self-awareness.) My despairing conclusions were put off, though - that is, I didn't fall into despair - because I loved loved loved college. And BSU was the center of that, the most vibrant and active and communal, er, community of faith I'd ever encountered. I loved it, and it kept me in God's presence and in love with people.
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And then, in seminary...I really lost it. Me.
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Reading Neo's 'dream seminary' really helps put so much of my seminary experience in perspective. I *hated* seminary. I met great people, yes, and learned things I've been grateful for and used in chaplaincy. I gained a much greater sense of, and love for, the whole of the church, not just the American, southern, Baptist expression of it.
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But mostly I hated it. There are a lot of reasons for it, of course, and it's all mixed up with pain and my own sin and smallness of being and failure of integrity. But some of it...some of it, is that I think I was mostly post-modern, at a very modern institution. So much of what we were told to do seemed...irrelevant? Not wrong, exactly...just beside the point. So little of what we discussed had anything to do with people hurting. There was no acknowledgement of Christ's desire to redeem the whole of creation, including the creation itself, nature. Talk of other religions centered around apolgetics - usually with a poor understanding of the religion they were arguing with.
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Preaching...I didn't want to be a preacher anyway, had never wanted to, couldn't see that it had anything to do with my calling...now I wonder, was that because I couldn't preach 'that way'? The way that every preacher I'd ever heard had preached, more or less, the way of modernity - of analysis and word studies and pithy sayings and things that didn't seem real or honest?
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Neo's seminary, one built on a triangle of community (which we didn't have), seminars (we had one-sided lectures - I've told you about classmates asking me to stop asking questions in class), and 'missions' - that would've been exciting. I didn't know the terms or what I needed - but I knew I'd expected something different, and I wasn't getting it, and what I was getting seemed irrelevant, and I began to feel so incompetent, so unequipped, became so lost and angry...
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These days, I'm alternately filled with joy and fright. I didn't *learn* what I needed in seminary, and I feel so unequipped for what I feel led to do. Yet, I'm led to do it. And God teaches people by throwing them into the deep end...
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</span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-16464686635756123292008-04-29T19:19:00.005-04:002008-05-06T20:38:31.793-04:00Running Mad 2 - A Place to StandThis post references stuff from my <a href="http://ccwhistlinginthedark.blogspot.com/2008/04/running-mad_15.html">earlier Running Mad post</a>, specifically the following section (italics are me quoting myself) [I often feel like I have about 4 different trains of thought going on at once, so this isn't that unusual for me!]: <br /><br /><em>"Still trying to let this be a spiritual process of discernment and growth, and not get too bogged down in my many questions. What kind of job should I pursue? Am I chickening out by deciding to look at only associate minister positions rather than senior pastor roles? Should I be thinking about church planting? Do I have the right to take unemployment while choosing *not* to pursue another chaplaincy position? Should I only look at full time church positions, or should I be open to part time church and part time chaplaincy? Should I move, and how far away is too far? Should I look for ways to pursue missional/emergent callings - like missions work, new monastic communities, etc., or just try to incorporate those leanings into more traditional (and more settled, and better paid) church work? Etc. In my prayer time I hear the words 'Everything must change' - but what does that concretely mean? And how do I balance being as pro-active as I can be, while also letting myself be led?"</em><br /><br />The last week or so has been busy, mostly in good ways, but busy, and sort of turbulent emotionally and spiritually. Again, mostly in good ways - but all in ways that seem significant, worth attention. I've been doing some unpacking, praying, and processing for the last few days, and feel like I have gotten to something I can stand on - hence the title of the post. But outlining that, clarifying it, is gonna be a bit of a ramble. <span class="fullpost"><br /><br />By the way, he said (rambling, not getting to the point), I blame high school speech and debate. As a 4 year member and co-captain of the debate team, I was trained to see multiple sides of every issue - and to be able to support any side at need, with logic, rhetoric, and impassioned reason, so that all who heard me would agree with me. Sometimes, that works too well on myself - I convince myself of whatever side I'm coming from at the time - then I look at another side of things, and convince myself of that one, too!<br /><br /><br />Exasperating sometimes (also fun, sometimes, to exasperate others), but it's also sometimes good theology. Much Christian theology, after all, requires an embrace of paradox and ambiguity. How can God be One and Three? How do you become great by being a servant? How can Jesus be fully human and fully divine?<br /><br /><br />Okay, I seem to be digressing. But there is a connnection, and it comes back to this idea of embracing paradox and ambiguity. One more example, then: Christian theology is built on the idea of revelation - that God seeks relationship with us, and seeks therefore to be known by us. As Jesus said, as Judaism has said - God has acted in history, and God's acts reveal to us things about who God is and what God is like. God has sent prophets, to continue to speak and reveal who God is and what God is like. That climaxes in the coming of Jesus, who while being as human as you and me is also as divine as God. Jesus and God are one, Jesus says. So by looking at who Jesus is and what Jesus does, we get the best revelation of who God is and what God is like. In Jesus's speaking truth and acting in compassion and seeking for justice, grace, mercy - love - in defying the powerful, healing the broken, befriending the lost and lonely, aiding the poor and hungry, finding the value in the "discarded", dismissed, marginalized people - these traits are traits of Jesus. This is what Jesus is like. This is what God is like.<br /><br /><br />So...revelation...it's central to Christian theology, to any theology, really. And if you believe that God has revealed stuff, then you can be confident in that - really, really confident - and find a faith that you can wrap your life around. Not just a convenient cultural faith, but something so profound, something from God, something that you have to listen to and allow it to change you, not counting the cost.<br /><br /><br />But interestingly, one of the the things _Revealed_ over and over agin, throughout the pages of Jewish and Christian scriptures, is how limited our knowledge is. Over and over again, in different ways, we are told this. Isaiah 55 puts it like this: <em>"my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD. "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." </em><br /><br />There are other ways its expressed - the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, for example, or the famous "we see through a glass darkly" from 1 Corinthians 13. In the NAS, it reads like this: "For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known." And a few verses before that, "For we know in part and we prophesy in part"...though love never fails.<br /><br /><em></em><br />God thoughts and ways - God's words and actions - are different from ours. God is different from us because God is <em>better</em> - wiser, smarter, more compassionate, more powerful, more giving and forgiving, more loving than we can imagine. Fundamentally, God is <em>beyond</em> us. The normal theological term for this is that God is <em>transcendent.</em> The very revelation of the community of believers over the millenia is that God is beyond what we can grasp.<br /><br />And yet, Christians do have a belief in revelation - a belief that though we finite beings cannot cross the gap between us to grasp the infinite, still the Infinite One can, and has, crossed the gap for us. Anything we learn this way remains partial and incomplete - it's notable that the NT so highly praises humility as a fruit of the Spirit, when neither Roman culture nor ours puts much stock in it. And yet it remains revelation, and, Christians affirm, the greatest expression, the most complete revelation, the place where Infinite and finite beings most fully connect...is in Christ Jesus. That revelation can be phrased lots of ways - one way is to say that Jesus, called Emmanuel ("God with us"), reveals that the transcendent God is also <em>immanent</em>, powerfully and intimately present with us.<br /><br />Healthy Christian faith, it seems to me, lives in the paradox and embraces the tension. God is far beyond us, and intimately with us. We must be humble, and remember that we know only in part - and still be so confident of Christ that we are willing to die for him, and that while we live, we shape our lives to further his Kingdom.<br /><br />Confident...sure...humble...limited.<br /><br />So what does this have to do with what I started with? Discernment - understanding the will of God for a person, time, or place - isn't so different from revelation, really. I am called to be humble, obedient, corrigible, to be willing to say at any moment "I'm wrong" or "This was right but it's not any more", or whatever.<br /><br />I'm called to keep asking my questions. To obsess over them, even - sorry, folks, but I don't think we're meant to be without questions. All the time, we are to be working out our salvation (a word with many meanings, all related to <em>healing, health, </em>and<em> wholeness</em> - as we see in our word "salve". It speaks not simply to "forgiveness of sins", but to becoming a whole person, in body, mind, spirit, and in relationship to God, self, others, and the world.), working it out "with fear and trembling."<br /><br />I'm also called...and so are you...to faith. To embrace the paradox, to not fear what I don't know, to be willing to take up my cross even if I don't know where I'm headed, to be willing even to suffer for the sake of the Kingdom of love, of God, of salvation...to be willing to take risks, boldly, confidently, freely.<br /><br />Where can we stand? In the fulcrum, in the eye of the storm, in the place of convergence, always emerging but never fully formed, carrying the cross....dare I say it, reformed and always reforming...<br /><br />Stand on the paradox. <br /></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-7329833077649532222008-04-24T15:50:00.005-04:002008-04-30T16:53:47.592-04:00World Hunger CrisisThe world hunger crisis is all over the news this week. In just three years, the price of staple foods like wheat, corn and rice has almost doubled. If we don't do something soon, hundreds of thousands of people face starvation and a hundred million more could fall into extreme poverty. I just took action with the ONE Campaign and <a href="http://www.one.org/hungercrisis/?rc=hctaf">you can too, here</a>. <span class="fullpost"><br /><br />Jesus fed the 5000 and the 7000. Jesus also said that his disciples would do even greater things than he did. That's always been mind-boggling to me. I don't know about you, but I haven't had much success at healing the blind or raising the dead. (I'm still bitter that those classes weren't offered at seminary.) But it occurs to me that this is one way in which we can fulfill his trust in us - by doing something to feed the hundreds of thousands who are in such need. <br /><br />Be a blessing if you dare.<br /><br />From <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/18/world/americas/18food.html?fta=y">The New York Times</a>: <em>In Haiti, where three-quarters of the population earns less than $2 a day and one in five children is chronically malnourished, the one business booming amid all the gloom is the selling of patties made of mud, oil and sugar, typically consumed only by the most destitute.<br /><br />“It’s salty and it has butter and you don’t know you’re eating dirt,” said Olwich Louis Jeune, 24, who has taken to eating them more often in recent months. “It makes your stomach quiet down.”</em><br /><br />Be a blessing if you care.<br /></span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-56720717371909731852008-04-21T12:12:00.003-04:002012-08-06T11:53:36.788-04:00Interview ReportSo I had my conference call interview with the church in Texas last night. It went well, I think (whether or not I wanted it to!). It was a conversation with 5 search committee members (3 men, 2 women - both of them in the choir) and the pastor. We talked for about 45 minutes - they asked some "practical" questions about how long it's been since I've led a choir, how comfortable I am with things like handbells and praise teams, etc. - and some "interview" type questions, like my philosophy of ministry or what the best thing about me is. To the latter question, I responded that there were so many good things it was hard to choose, and I reserved the right to think of other things about me that were even better down the road...<span class="fullpost"><br /><br />(I said the best thing about me was that I was always learning and growing. I had to say the worst thing about me too - which I said was sort of the flip side, in that I'm always thinking and pondering and considering and sometimes forget to act on what I'm thinking.)<br /><br />Anyway, it was pretty relaxed, they seemed nice, they seemed to respond well, they even laughed at my jokes without me having to explain that I was joking - which is pretty rare! <br /><br />In short, I liked them. Darn it! :) <br /><br />So we're agreed to keep working the process and see what happens next. The position sounds like it's heavier on music than discipleship (in contrast to the job description, which is pretty evenly divided), and I'd talked a lot about how doing "just" music wasn't enough for me. We'll see what they think of that as they talk it over. I know it'll be something I have to pray about. I've often thought that I miss immersion in music ministry, but...Over the last 6-12 months I've also found myself looking back on my most active music ministry years, and questioning how much time and effort went into a half-dozen weekly rehearsals, special programs for Easter and Christmas, worship planning, etc. Back in the day, service for the kingdom meant singing with several ensembles, accompanying a couple of choirs, playing handbells and clarinet, singing solos, etc. None of that did much to aid the poor, the hungry, or the oppressed (Luke 4:19ff), so was it time well spent? I have my doubts.<br /><br />I love music ministry and would like for it to be a part of my life. But I don't know that I want it to be my primary focus. It's too - engrossing, too easy to get distracted into being a musician and forgetting to be a disciple. <br /><br />I'm probably making things overly complicated again. :) Anyway, the interview seemed to go well - ball is in their court now as they decide if they want to keep going and if so, they will probably be asking me to fly out to visit sometime in the next month or so.</span>Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4439262185466927020.post-71003029054593058722008-04-20T21:48:00.002-04:002008-04-20T21:51:14.165-04:00InterviewJust a short post tonight - I've got an interview tonight with the church in Texas. Since it's so far away (!) the first interview will be a conference call with the pastor and the search committee. If it goes well, the next step would be for them to fly me out there to meet them in person.<br /><br />The question is - do I want it to go well? I'm just not sure. It's a LONG way from my friends and family. But I'm excited about the job and the possibilities. <br /><br />Chris needs much discernment! Say a prayer, folks. Hope you're all well, too.Chris Cottinghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06012170996453011388noreply@blogger.com0