How wide are your scales?

We like to measure things in our life.  We like fairness, we like justice. (Of course often that just means “good for me.”)  The method by which we measure can be the topic of a different post, but now I just want to ask, over what time period do we balance?

Part of the process of growing up is the widening of our scales.  When we are young, and I can see it in the boys, if something is not immediate, it is not right.  I want instant satisfaction.  As we grow older we (should) mature and be able to see farther down the road.

I work for two weeks, then I get paid.  For two weeks, I am working without any reward.  I do not mind that.  I know that at the end of the two weeks, I will be well rewarded for my work.  That is a two week width in my scales.

How much wider can we make them?  Here is a simple image that came to my mind to help communicate this idea.  Of course, it does not come close to really showing it, but it should give you and idea.

Your life is a blip on the radar of time,  nothing in relationship to eternity.  I am not a physicist, but I think a lever with an infinite length could provide quite a bit of force.  However, that is not how we usually see it.  We only look at one side of the scales.  We are only concerned with now.  Maturity is the ability to widen our perspective.

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.  For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren.  Romans 8:28-29 (NKJV)

How valuable is being conformed to the image of Christ?  What amount of sacrifice is that worth?

Another week of Slurpees

Petr has really picked up his game in the last few weeks.  I think he is learning he can actually do it.  This means more things for me to learn as a parent. He has become a bit more aggressive and seems to have an interest in making things happen.

Petr played in the regional AYSO playoffs this weekend.  His team played against Alpine.  The run of play was mostly one way for Petr’s team with close to 70% of the possession.  The other team had one player who was a constant threat to counter attack, but they did not produce any real scoring chances in the first half.

The first half also had Petr’s great shot, probably his best of the season.  It came at the end of a great play, which at this level is quite rare.  Most goals come from the outstanding play of a single player.  One of his teammates gathered the ball around midfield and moved down the field, eventually laying it off to his right, where Petr, in his regular form, was excellently positioned.  He tapped it forward and finished with a strong strike. Unfortunately it was straight at the keeper who made the save.

The second half saw more of the same, Petr’s team enjoying the majority of the possession, but no goals were coming.  Off of a goal kick, the ball bounced to Petr.  He was near the right sideline about even with the center circle, just inside the offensive half.  He wound up his leg and struck the ball on a half volley.  It soared over everyone, including the keeper, finding  the upper left corner of the net, 1-0.

He was really excited.  He continued to play with a renewed sense of passion. They went on to win 2-1.  They got another good goal from their best player and gave one up on a counter by the other teams best player.

After the game he said to me, “I thought that kind of goal could only be scored by someone on Real Madrid or something!”  Sometimes it just takes a taste of success for us to grasp God’s design in our lives.  The hard work never seems like it is going to pay off, so graciously He lets us score from time to time.  Sometimes He also rewards us when we do well.  Petr will be getting slurpees every day this week.

Thanksgiving

We had a wonderful time for Thanksgiving with my family yesterday.  It was the first time we had Thanksgiving with them since 2007.  I am very thankful for the way that God has provided for our family over those last four years.

The basis for most of the world’s economy is that workers create wealth, either for themselves or for someone else and are compensated for that creation of wealth. The last three years God supported us with all we needed all while I was not creating wealth in an economic sense.

We returned to the USA during the worst economic conditions in my lifetime.  In spite of that, God provided a very great job for me to do.  I enjoy the work, I enjoy my coworkers and I am compensated enough to provide for all our family’s needs, even a few of our wants.

I am even thankful for tender meat, even if it is a bird.

The first goal = Slurpees

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As I have posted about the boys soccer you may get the idea that I am more than a little frustrated with their drive to accomplish something.  So I wanted to give them an incentive to play harder, a carrot to give them a taste for winning.  I said that if they won their game, I would buy them a Slurpee.  I wanted to be careful to make sure they were learning the game, so I did not want to incentivize any particular stat or action, just win.

Cammy, in the heat of the moment, said, “If you score a goal I will buy you a Slurpee every day of the week!”  I mumbled, “What if they are playing keeper?”

Andrej played keeper on Saturday, but only for the final quarter.  He never touched the ball.  In the first half though, he played midfield.  He had his most aggressive match yet, and guess what.  Cammy is buying him a Slurpee today, and tomorrow, and… well you can figure it out.

This is a great encouragement for me, in my life, as it should be for you.  We can change the way we live life, we can become proactive where we have been reactive.  It should also encourage Petr. He will have to ride home Slurpee-less every day this week.

More analogies from soccer

I brought up the boy’s soccer before, but I wanted to dig a little deeper.  There is something else I see when I watch the boys playing.  I see a microcosm of the way most people live their lives. There are some who go out and try to make something happen, but most of them are just waiting for something to happen.  They are reactive rather than proactive.

We were talking about life with some people the other day and one of them said something to the effect of, “I really do not make any decisions, my life is dictated to me.”  Now if they had been a teenager or an E1 I might not think much of it, but this was a middle aged adult.

You are the captain of the ship of your life.  Admiral God has given you some orders.  You can either carry them out, or you can complain about the wind blowing this way and the current from that way.  A large percentage of the people I meet, from all parts of the world, are of the throw up the hands variety – “What could I do?”

This is not the kind of life I see being advocated in the Bible. Gird up the loins of your mindBe ready for every good work. Set your minds on things above. If I perish, I perish. …will not allow you… beyond what you are able. Thoroughly equipped for every good work. Walk in the Light as He Himself is in the LightI can do all things…

Is your world driving you, or are you driving your world?

What does not defines me

Now that I have been at this new job for a few weeks I am confronted with a couple of questions,  questions I like to ask.

What am I doing?  That is a simple question and one that I am still working out.  I am managing a group of people who monitor Sony’s network and facilitate communication across different parts of the organization.  You might wonder, “What exactly does all that mean?”  I am still sorting through some of those technical details.

The more important question is, “Why am I doing it?”  That is something that has caused me to think a lot more.  It is a whole lot different on many levels from being a volunteer missionary in Africa.  However it brings up one very big point.

I am not defined by what I do.  What I do should be defined by who I am.  And who am I?  I am a child of the Most High. That remains, no matter what my vocation.  I can be a missionary in Africa, or I can be a ditch digger in California (something I actually enjoy in my free time…), either way, I am still God’s adopted son and I am still requested to serve Him. My real job is to work for the advancement of God’s Kingdom.

I know this can be used as an excuse to do anything, that is not my point. My point is to ask you, “Why are you doing it?” If you are digging ditches, great.  If you are managing a company, great.  If you are doing whatever, great.  It is never about what you are doing, but why. Do the most with what God gives you. (Matt 25:14-29) It also makes me think of Joseph.

What is the most?  Well that is another post that has been in draft form since September of 2008.  I hope to get to it soon.

Mchezo ya mwisho

“The last game”

I played my last match with Santiago at Laini Saba on Thursday. We were actually supposed to play the Glory Secondary School, but they backed out at the last minute because most of their good players were not at school because they lacked school fees, others were taking exams.  At the last minute the Laini Saba team agreed to play us again, Sele is their captain.

They all really wanted me to score, even Sele.  I was set up great on a free kick and all I had to do was tap it past the keeper, but I just could not reach the ball.  I had one attempt on goal in the second half, but it was nothing for the keeper to be too concerned about.  With about 10 minutes to go I slightly pulled my left hamstring (I am not as young as I used to be, my dad loves that line).  Two games in a week is a bit much at my age.  I guess I will never play in Europe.  I hobbled around the rest of the match (I have a trip to Kilimanjaro planned in two weeks).  Right about the end of the match we got a penalty.  All my team was yelling, “Paul take it.”  The crowd was yelling, “Mlami!” (Sheng for man of tarmac, white man).  Being really tired, I forgot to keep my head down, then the twinge of pain in my plant leg caused me to pull up.  It came right back off the crossbar.  I felt I had shamed my team, but they were all so gracious to me.

Sometimes walking through Kibera I think of “Mos Eisley.” But I really have to say, despite their faults, the boys of Santiago are really great friends. They have treated me better than I deserve and asked nothing in return.  In fact, on more than one occasion they have bought me things.  Unless you have lived here, you cannot understand what a big deal that is.  I will miss them.

Piles of poo

A couple of years ago I went to a leadership conference here in Kenya.  One of the speakers was a Kenyan professor.  He was great.  There was a story he told that will always stick with me.  He was talking about development in Africa and how we need to understand the problem before we offer a solution.  And to understand the problem, you have to understand the people.  However, I took something completely different away from his talk.

He told of a village in Africa where an NGO came in and found that there were a lot of health problems.  They came to the correct conclusion that most of the health issues were caused by sanitation problems.  The people used “the bush” in the mornings to take care of business.  This was contaminating the water supply, which in turn was getting people sick and creating a vicious cycle.  So they decided they would spend some money and dig pit toilets for the village.  This they accomplished in no time and had nice outhouses build over the pits.  Content with having fixed the problem they moved on.

Six months later they came back to asses how things had improved.  The first thing they found was that the pit toilets were clean, too clean in fact.  They had never been used. They did not understand, and the reason was because they had not taken the time to understand the people before they offered a solution.  That was the professor’s point.  However he went on to explain why they had not used the pit toilets.  In their culture, their standing in the community had a lot to do with the height of their “pile” in the morning.  The taller it was, the better.  A tall pile is an indication of two things.  First it is an indication that you are eating well.  You can afford to eat a lot.  Second, it is an indication of health.  When you are sick, your pile fails the slump test.

My first thought was, “Haha, let’s all laugh at these silly people.” But as I spent time contemplating it, I realized, I have a lot of piles of poo in my life.  Things that seem so important, but really are just a piece of poo.  What is the eternal value of a nice lawn (I used to be really proud of my lawn)?  You water it, it grows, you cut it, and you cannot even eat it.  How much time did I spend fixing every little thing on my house?  I even had computerized lighting.  Cool, but not of great eternal value.

I wanted to write about the significance of the tools God gives us.  I am not saying we should abandon all the things God has given us to accomplish His tasks.  But we need to realize what is really important.  So much of what we do is to impress people.  It has little real meaning outside of that.  That is why their pile of poo was so important to them and they would never put it in a pit.

What is your pile of poo?

Tools

Working for the last three years in an aircraft hangar and managing a help desk and auto repair shop has given me a lot of contact with tools and the people who use them.

What is a tool?

tool (noun)
1. A device, such as a saw, used to perform or facilitate manual or mechanical work.
2. Something regarded as necessary to the carrying out of one’s occupation or profession.
3. Something used in the performance of an operation; an instrument.

Tools are to be used to help accomplish a task.  Tools can be necessary, as some jobs cannot be done without them.

God gives us a lot of tools to perform the tasks He has given us to do. Money is a tool, as is our social standing.  Maybe you have a house or a car, these are tools.  They are meant to help you to get His work done.

When the tool becomes the focus and not the task at hand, we are lost.  Seeking money as a tool is good, seeking money for money is bad. Whenever we take our eyes off the goal and focus on the tools God has given us to get there, we are going the wrong way.

It is not about what you have, but why you have it.

What is my motivation?

It is not about what I do, by why I do it.

Unified field theory

Why are you making the decisions you are making?  Each and every decision is based on priorities.

And you shall  love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment. – Mark 12:30

Why are you doing it?

Is everything you do motivated by your love for God?  Is all your life, everything you have, committed to Him?

What are you doing right now?  Is that in line with loving God with all that is in you?

I do not actually know how many times I have linked to Matt 6:33, but it applies here as well.  I feel like I am being beat like a drum, so if I sound like one, the same tone over and over, you know why.

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