Thursday, July 24, 2008

Kids these days... :-D

So this summer, having the youngest kids at camp, I thought it would be sweet to make a collection of all the funny things my campers said. Sad to say, I think I only managed to jot down about half of all the great things that came out of their crazy little orifices, but I did manage to preserve a sampling...

In the words of Jack Handey, "The face of a child can say it all... Especially the mouth part of the face."

Please enjoy. ;-)


KID 1: “Hey, everybody pick a power, ok? Like, electric, rock, fire…”
KID 2: “Ok!! I pick lasers!!!”
KID 1: “No, you can’t pick lasers -- that’s a superpower!”

ME: “You know my favorite Shrek character? I like Puss in Boots!”
KID: “Yeah! I loved the part where he made the 4 on the tree!!”
KID2: “It wasn’t a 4; it was a P!”
KID: “Nuh-uh!!! Why would he draw a P??”

(After going around the room on the first day of camp and saying everyone's name...) KID: “I think we should name our floor…”
ME: “That’s a BRILLIANT idea! What should we name it??
KID2: “Ummmmmm, darth vader!!”
KID3: “How about Steve?”
ME: "Hahaha, STEVE! That's amazing!! Yes, that will be his name."
KID4: “Haha, oh Steve, you’re so dirty!!” (This came out of the mouth of a 7 year old...)

KID: “Ummm, where is Spiderman from anyway?”
KID2: “Isn’t he from New York?”
KID: “No, I thought he was from Ohio…”

ME: “So today our theme is ‘having a pure heart.’ Who can tell me what purity means?”
One small hand shoots up in the air on the front row, and I call on him, when he suddenly hesitates and responds: “Wait…puberty??”

KID (dragging another very confused kid to me by the hand and shouting and pointing excitedly): “Hey!! Counselor!! He’s a Mexican!!!”

KID (Screaming bloody murder): “AARON!!!!!!!!! JONNY'S THROWING SPIDERS AT ME!!!!!"

KID: “Aaron, guess what?? I’m already an uncle – I had a grandson three weeks ago!”

KID (After trying to compromise with me for an hour about being able to stay up on the first night of camp...): "Well, how about this? Tonight can we stay up until we fall asleep?” To which I smiled inwardly and gladly replied, "Ummmmmmmmm, yes."

KID: “Aaron!!! Jakob’s growling at me for no reason!!”

KID: “Aaron, if you don’t come back next year, I’m gonna spam your computer!!” (This came from an 11 year old... I couldn't help but wonder if this was the new generation's way of bullying??? Instead of "Give me your milk money or I'll sock you in the face," it must be something akin to "Let me play your PSP or I'll spam your e-mail account!!" Curious...)


Yes, it was a very adventuresome summer indeed. ;-D

Saturday, July 19, 2008

when the truth will offend...

I was reading this book, Sacred Rhythms by Ruth Barton, today, and the chapter on confession brought to mind another issue that I've been struggling through for the longest time -- probably since last October... And that is this: the line between being open and honest with people while still observing social unspoken laws of appropriateness.

I don't know if that made any sense to you, though, so I'll try again. See, there is a small part of me (especially as a Christian) that believes that it is critical to be open and honest with people. Always. That if you are offended by someone's actions, or if you were blessed by someone, or if you have suggestions for improvement, or if you just can't stand someone's particular mannerisms, that you should tell them -- delicately and lovingly and as encouragingly as possible, but that you should still tell them. How can we expect to function efficiently as a body if we hold back our thoughts and feelings? (I'm preaching to myself here - I think I am the worst person in the world at this.) I feel like so often SO many of us are holding our negative (and positive!) opinions to ourselves, and if we don't like something or someone, we just stay away. And probably gossip about it some, none of which actually helps to solve any problems. And when I look at Jesus, it doesn't seem like he lived like that at all -- he was constantly telling the disciples that their faith was too small and the pharisees that their religion was empty and worthless and that Judas was a devil and that he was the King of the Jews -- and he never even tried to make it sound remotely nice or encouraging or uplifting. Or is that not what "telling the truth in love" means? He was just blunt. It seems like he kept nothing a secret. ....or did he?

Because then there's the other side of the coin. The side that says to live at peace with each other as much as it depends on you. And even though I feel like I should be more open with people, I always talk myself out of it when it comes right down to it, because, well, I guess it feels more safe to err on this side. And I'm ashamed to say it, but I'm scared to death of taking risks. Especially when it comes to relationships. Relationships are everything to me, and I can't stand risking even one over a stupid opinion of mine that, 1) is probably based out of selfish motives and therefore invalid, and 2) that I could have just as easily kept to myself, swallowed my pride and selfishness, and moved on. It's been years since I've seen Bambi, but I still remember that line from Thumper: "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all." And I've always thought that was a brilliant rule to live by. I just always said nice things and kept the bad things to myself. And it worked like a charm. Until recently. Because now I see that relationships must be founded on openness and honesty or they'll never go very far. But I still feel like "Thumper's Rule" holds truth as well -- why should we be saying things that are not nice to each other? Shouldn't all of our talk be wholesome and edifying for each other? Shouldn't everything we say serve to build each other up? And so if you KNOW that someone will react defensively and will most likely be offended by even a kind bit of constructive criticism, should you still tell them, or no?

Because sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes there is simply no nice way to put it. And that's coming from an idealist at heart -- a year ago I would have told you that there is always a nice way to put anything. That offense is mainly given, not taken. (Which is a whole other debate.) I don't know that I believe that anymore. In fact, I think that now I'd say the opposite. So then what?

Where's the line? If the truth will hurt someone, should you still tell them? Does it just depend? I think THOSE are the main 2 questions I'm trying to ask. Should we always be honest, or is there "a time for everything under the sun" -- including secret opinions about people? It's all very confusing to me, and I hate thinking about it, to be honest -- mostly because I don't have any answers and I always end up going in the same circles. It would make for a good conversation, though. I'm always ready for a good conversation. :-)

Monday, July 14, 2008

deep thoughts?

I believe that I am in the beginning stages of developing a theory on life -- particularly communication. This is something that has constantly been on my mind since this last April or May. I'm sure this idea is most likely not original with me, but it's something that I came up with on my own and have been refining and testing for the last few months.

And here is my idea: that perhaps even as high as up to 90% of all interpersonal interaction between people is based off of some sort of misunderstanding or inaccurate, premature judgments made without all the necessary information.

And I don't even know if that's a good way to sum it up. I'm working on it. But here's the thought: that MOST of the time, most interaction and communication between people leads to judgments being made about the other person. Judgments about their attitude, their personality, their intentions, their sincerity, their respectability, their trustworthiness... the list goes on. And on. Because like Don Miller so brilliantly pointed out, we humans are obsessed with comparing ourselves to one another. Just look at fashion, trends, peer pressure, competition (the whole point of sports is to compare two sides to see which is better) -- EVERYTHING we do and say is wrapped around this idea that every person wants to be accepted and loved, and the way we gauge that is through comparison -- if I'm better than he/she, more people will like me.

Anyway, I just take that a step farther, because one day it hit me -- if everyone's trying so hard to be accepted, how come some people come across as or are known as jerks/awkward/nerds/crazy/over-the-top/attention-seekers/etc, etc? If everyone is acting in the way that they think will bring them the most love and acceptance, why does it not seem that way? And I concluded that it's because of misunderstandings and premature judgments.

Because I truly believe that everyone is looking for acceptance and love above and beyond anything else. Whether they'll admit to it or not.

But if I perceive my humor to be funny, but someone else finds it offensive, that's a type of misunderstanding, right? Because the intent was to humor -- to bring positive attention and a feeling of acceptance. Or if I perceive my happy-go-lucky personality to be uplifting and encouraging, but someone else sees it as inauthentic and an attempt to hide my true self, then there is another misunderstanding. And it seems dumb, but this is how we end up with enemies so often! We see someone's actions or hear their words and make subconscious (or conscious!) judgments about their intents, and end up with a premature opinion of them that was lower than what the first person wanted you to have.

This happens in communication all the time too -- if you pass an acquaintance in the hall and say Hi, but they don't reply, you might take offense, pass them up as being self-centered, arrogant, or rude, when really they may simply be in shock because they just lost their job or because of a phone call saying a close family member was sick. And yet because of that, you don't speak to them next time, then they think you hate them for no reason, so they return the favor, and now you both hate each other for an absurd reason. And then when you add gossip on top of that -- "I never knew ______ was so rude! Yesterday when I passed him, he..."

I think I understand more now why God is so big on cutting out gossip, slander, controlling the tongue, and loving people -- only God knows the heart. People just want to be accepted. They want to be loved. And sometimes they're immature in how they go about seeking it, but we've all been there, and if we know what people truly want, then it transforms the way we view their actions -- the sarcastic people are sarcastic, not because they're filled with bitterness and anger, but because they maybe want to stand out -- and the nerds are nerds, not because they actually believe that dragons and magic are real, but maybe because it's their escape from a cruel world that won't give them a second chance -- and the happy-go-lucky people are happy, not necessarily because they're wearing a mask, but maybe because they figure being happy and loving is the best way to get others to love you back -- and the show offs show off, not because they honestly think they're all that great, but maybe because they've believed the lie that you are the sum of what you do, and so if you cannot perform and impress, then you are nothing. And it goes on.

So next time you have a negative thought about someone, or next time someone rubs you the wrong way, think about that. And try to approach that situation and figure that person out STARTING with the assumption that they DESPERATELY want to be accepted, they desperately need unconditional love, and whether they admit it or not, they need you. That the intention in their action was to preserve peace -- not make an enemy. Why do we always assume the negative first? Give people the benefit of the doubt... Trust. Forgive. Move on. Nothing in life is a coincidence if life rests in the hands of a sovereign God -- you had the experience you had with that person for a reason -- the only responsibility that you have is what you'll do with it and how you will chose to respond.

You know the rest.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

It all comes back to love...

To be known fully... and to be loved anyway. I truly believe that is every person's deepest desire -- whether they're fully aware of it or not.

I don't know why, but that phrase has just kept coming back to me all day today... To be known fully, and to be loved anyway... And then there's the converse for us as Christians -- to love wholly and unconditionally, no matter how much you know someone.

...such simple phrases, and yet such deep, hard, and often such stressful truths.... But it all comes back to love.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

"Clean"

Hot water falls gently,
Cascading on my face,
One fleeting moment now preserved,
Lost in inner space.
Steam, in swirls, rises,
As rushing water fills my mind,
And a thousand droplets drizzle
Down, leaving lazy trails behind.
Down, Down, Down,
And all is washed away,
As tired bones and anxious thoughts
All softly, slowly fade...


I love showers... ;-)

Monday, July 7, 2008

South and Back

What a great weekend! :-) This last Thursday, Lynnette and I left GR early to head down to Beersheba Springs, Tennessee (between Nashville and Knoxville) for a "family" reunion. We actually took 2 days to get down there so we could visit our other grandparents on the way down, so we were actually in TN from Friday morning through Sunday morning, and it was SO good.

Strange as it may sound, the reunion was actually my dad's high school reunion. My dad grew up in Brazil and attended a really small boarding school there, and for as long as I can remember (with a few exceptions) every 2 years the alumni and their families have met at Beersheba Springs Methodist Conference Center in central Tennessee for this reunion. A lot of the people there are family -- all my aunts and uncles and cousins on my dad's side come, but everyone else are close family friends -- people my dad grew up with and whose kids are just as close to me as siblings or cousins. It was totally worth the $150 and 14 hour drive see everybody, even if only for 2 days. :-)

The conference center itself is a really neat place -- on the top of a mountain in the Appalachians, with dormitories, a gym, and a cafeteria and a beautiful lookout over the valley. It was so refreshing to be in the mountains again... It's been over 4 years since I was in the Appalachians last... Too long. For some reason it always just feels like home...

My favorite part about being there, though, besides seeing everyone, are the intense, traditional soccer and volleyball games. All these people grew up in Brazil, and so we always have several good soccer games (I think we played 4 games in 2 days. lol), and I don't know how volleyball got started, but that's pretty intense as well... SO much fun! :-D And then there are the simple things -- staying up all night with all the kids on the last night, the good talks at the lookout with people, the ABUNDANCE of sweet tea, the southern cooking, the traditional 4 square championship, and swimming at the swimming hole in the freezing creek on the side of the mountain. Good times...

It's just good to get away sometimes, and I think I really needed that. It made me thankful. But I've always known that I was thankful....but this weekend I FELT thankful...and there was so much peace... My family is SO amazing, and God has been SO faithful. And the more I've thought about it this weekend, the more I've come to see how fundamental gratitude is to living a Christ-like life. It all starts and ends with a thankful heart. If we aren't thankful, or can't find it in us to be thankful, our attitudes are already in the wrong place, and how can God's love shine through us then? So I've started taking a few minutes at the beginning of every day now, just sitting and thinking of all the ways I've been blessed and just being thankful. God is so good! And I can't think of a better way to start my day... :-)

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

To: Dad

This week I've got eleven 6 and 7 year olds, and let's just say they have a rough time settling down and going to sleep at night. It's a routine that regularly takes me about 3 and a half hours, ha. Anyway, tonight I thought I'd do something different, and instead of talking over them to try to get them to be quiet, I just sat in a chair in the corner of the room and sang quietly. They were out in 30 minutes. :-) I sang songs that I haven't heard in probably over 10 years... Songs dad used to sing to us when he was tucking us in at night when we were little...

I love this song:

Jesus, Jesus,
There's just something about that name...
Jesus, Jesus,
All of heaven and earth proclaim.
Kings and kingdoms will all pass away,
But there's something about that name...

My dad used to sing that one to us. Along with songs like "The Old Rugged Cross," and "God Answers Prayer," and "Great Is Thy Faithfulness." Those were the days.... Laying in the bottom bunk in my pajamas after a hot bath, in the room I shared with my sister, after having listened to dad read a chapter from The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe, and just listening to dad sing softly to us as we fell asleep. And I still remember those songs.....after over 10 years...

And after singing those songs tonight, I came to 2 conclusions: 1) that my dad is the greatest man that I've ever known, and 2) that one day I hope I can sing those same songs to my kids. And if I can be half as good a dad one day as my dad has been over the last 20 years, then I'll consider myself one of the most blessed men alive.