Live The List

I cut my toenails the other day. I don't do it as often as I should, I guess. At least that's what my wife tells me. I cut them out of necessity. When they start to bug me, I cut them. It creeps my wife and daughter out sometimes. But, they are my toenails, not theirs. Leave me alone.

Now, I know what you might be thinking. "Why does he wait?" (Maybe you aren't. I'm hoping my story so far has you intrigued and will help you to continue reading!) The main reason is that I don't like to bend over. I've been "husky" my whole life. Having to bend over to clip my toenails isn't very enjoyable. I know. It's sad. It's my life. Let me live it!

As I thought about this the other day, I thought of the Guinness Book of World Records, specifically the lady who has the world's longest fingernails. Seriously, someone has endured not cutting her finger nails and dealing with the inconvenience of it for a record. I'm sure there's probably someone with world record toenails--I was afraid to google that one. It amazes me the things people will endure to be the best at something.

It is the same way in other things, I guess. Athletes give hours upon hours each day to be the best. I watched a PBS thing on piano players a month or two ago. As they interviewed the pianists, they all shared that they practiced at least 4 to 6 hours a day, if not more.

It makes me realize some things. One, I'm not a world record holder. Not in anything. Not, even in being lazy. I'm not committed to giving anything 4 to 6 hours a day. I guess I could give something that much time, but what else in my life would suffer from it?

Two, I should track my time. As I sit here ant think about that 4 to 6 hour commitment or wonder if I would/could ever give anything the 10,000 hours needed to become a master at it. Tracking my time would probably reveal that I am a master at wasting seconds, minutes, and hours.

Three, I am mediocre at pretty much everything. Sure, I'm good at some things, but I don't feel I'm "great" at them. I certainly don't push myself on any one thing. I do what I need to get by. Unfortunately, I've been ok with it. This is extremely scary, especially when I read Revelation 4:14-22. Hot nor cold.

Good thing it is January 1st, right? With a new year, it is time for a new me. It is time for some change. I don't want to be a world record holder, especially of toenails. However, I do want to have discipline in my life. I want to do more than just waste time and get by.

With that being said, here are some of the things I plan to do this year. (I'm throwing them out right here in this place so that others can see. Maybe someone will also about them. I promise to answer truthfully.)

One: PBJ Every Day
PBJ is my creation. Prayer. Bible. Journal. It is what I call my devotion time. The challenge for me is doing this every day. I do well some days, but not others. Specifically, I'm going to:

Read through the Bible again this year. If there is one thing I have been decent at, its been reading through the Bible every year. At one point I was a month and a half behind-but it was important to me so I caught up. I'll be following this plan on YouVersion this year.

I'm going to pray more. I have a prayer list that is built into my calendar. The problem is, I don't use it as much as I should. The daily thing has to be a constant this year.

Journaling will be a part of my praying. I'll continue to do what I do, only I'll do it more consistently.

Two: Fasting Two Days A Month
I've never been good at fasting. It is a spiritual discipline that my friends have enjoyed and found much worth in. Plus, we see fasting all throughout the Bible as a way to engage with God more than normal. I am going to shoot for 2 days a month. I have a feeling this will go up. but I knew if I put down once a week I would fail.

Three: Read 26 Books 
I always have the desire to read more, but never make time for it. I had to read in college and seminary, but have really gotten out of practice. So, I'm going to read a book every two weeks. I certainly have a backlog of books I've purchased and gotten for free (gotta love publishers putting out free ebooks from time to time)

Four: Lose 50 Pounds
Yes. This just got real. When I started my ministry at South Lansing Christian Church, I weighed around 250 pounds. I don't weigh that anymore. The internet BMI says I should weigh 150 to 200 pounds at my height. That is laughable. I think I weighed 150 pounds in 5th grade. That is not attainable. I do believe that 250 or 260 is, though.

To do this, I need to slow my eating and accelerate my moving. Probably should quit drinking so much diet coke and drink more water, also. And, no fourth meal.

Losing 5 pounds a month would put me under my goal by this time next year. That doesn't sound too bad.

Five: Plan and Track My Time
I read a lot on productivity. Funny thing, reading hasn't translated into action. What I've learned is that there are many, many ways to be productive. The amount of tools, apps, books, methods, and what not is mind boggling. None of it matters if you don't use it.

This year I'll be planning my week with specific times for what I'm going to do. I used to just keep a list. It worked ok, but not as well as I want it to.

Most important, once I set aside time for things, I need to use that time to do what I said I would. Pray that I have the discipline to do this. I'll be using Sunrise Calendar and Toggl to do this. When I've been disciplined, I've actually been productive. Discipline is the key.

Looking at the list above, it doesn't seem too bad. I believe I can do it. I am going to do it. What about you? What are your aspirations for the new year? I would guess that while you don't aspire for the world's longest toenails, there are things you want to be better at in your life. Take some time to reflect and pray today. Use whatever medium works for you (paper, pen, phone, computer, stone & chisel) and make a list.

Once you make the list, you need to live the list. I'm going to live mine. If you want accountability, send me your list. We can create an email group or something to encourage one another. Come on...lets go!

A guest blog from Dick Novello, SLCC Elder

In 1890 the American Society of Civil Engineers called it one of the engineering projects of the millennium.

In late 1800's the Chicago River was a shallow, slow moving sewer of Chicago. It was filled with animal waste from the Union Stock yards, factories dumped all kinds of sludge, and there was a lot of human waste too.

The river was actually combustible and contributed to the Great Chicago fire of 1871. The flow of water dumped directly into Lake Michigan, which was Chicago's source of drinking water. Over 10,000 people annually died in Chicago due to typhoid fever and cholera through the 1880s and 1890s. In 1885 alone, just shy of 100,000 people died of water born illness.

City engineers did what seemed impossible. Digging more than 28 miles of canals and moving more earth and rock than the Panama Canal, a system of locks and gates were built.

On January 2, 1900 the valves were thrown and the Chicago River flow was reversed, allowing Lake Michigan to force the river to change direction and empty into the Mississippi River basin.

Sometimes we Christians need to reverse our direction also. To change our attitudes. A biblical example can be found in Acts 16: 1-2 where the Apostle Paul meets young Timothy. Paul goes on to serve three years in Ephesus (Acts 20:31). He resigns from Ephesus (Acts 20:17-38) and is replaced by young Timothy.

Later Paul writes Timothy in 1 Timothy 1:3 urging him to stay in Ephesus to dispute false doctrine. Some commentators assert that the men teaching the false doctrine were the Ephesian elders. This must have been rough on young Timothy. Paul goes on to admonish Timothy in chapter 4, verse 12 to not let anyone look down on him because of his youthfulness but to show himself as an example to those who believe. In chapter 5, verse 23 Paul suggests that Timothy not drink water exclusively because of his stomach ailments. Possibly Timothy was suffering ulcers from the stress he was under. A change was needed.

How about us? We're at the time of year that we often reevaluate the previous year. Do we need a change? A reversal of direction? What about South Lansing Christian Church? If things need to change, 2016 is a great time to start.

The Parking Lot

Every day we drive my wife and I drive our daughter to and from school. Plus, I completely enjoy the car time with my daughter. Sometimes we are silly as we drive. Other times we study spelling words. And other times, we are simply quiet, taking in the sunshine and newness of the day while trying to wake up. When we get to school, she runs off to the unorganized mob of 5th and 6th graders waiting for the bell.

In the morning, the school parking lot is a bit chaotic. Everyone jostling for the prime place to deliver their pre-teen cargo to the school yard. Impatience reigns supreme. No rule is left pure. One example is the bus lane. At the beginning of the year and almost weekly, the principal states that parents dropping off and picking up students need to stay out of the bus lane. It is for buses. That's why it is called the bus lane. Not very difficult to grasp, in my opinion. Yet, nearly every day a parent flies down the lane at light speed so they can drop off their kid and avoid the long lines in the designated drop off areas. It is a microcosm of how messed up I think we really are as a people--thinking we deserve something more than the rules and order provides, trying to beat out the next person with selfish efficiency.

I do what I can to avoid the chaos in the parking lot. I proceed with caution to one of the lesser congested areas and pull in a spot next to a teacher's truck that is always poorly parked. To make things easy, this is also where I pick up Hannah. She knows that if I'm the driver, I'll be somewhere in that section where I dropped her off. If her mother is picking her up, she'll be across the way. Its a good system.

Unfortunately, that system failed today. I was in my normal area. I was a few parking spots east of where I normally am, but I was in the appropriate section like normal. However, there was no Hannah.

Understand, that with every eleven year old girl, there is a routine. It goes like this--the bell rings releasing the Kraken to escape the bowels of the school. They spread like ravenous beasts to the buses and their parents cars. Then, the parental units and guardians of said beasts race out of the lot like there is a zombie apocalypse. In the matter of 5 minutes, over 400 students and teachers vanish into suburbia. As all of this is going on around us, my daughter and her friend Zoe leisurely exit the school. They connect at their lockers following the last bell. They walk out together chattering along the way as they proceed to the space of chaos where Zoe's mom parks. (She's brave--she goes to the main entrance.) This process easily takes up to 5 minutes, if not more.

Today, however, Hannah didn't show up. I looked in my rearview mirror to the abyss that normally holds Zoe's family minivan wondering if they were standing there laughing and giggling. At this point, I am not too concerned. They are pre-teen girls. Slowness compounded by girl talk equals what seems like an eternity.

After a few more moments of sidewalk scanning, the freakout meter in my brain began to work. It was time for me to to get out of the car and go looking for her. Normally that is a no-no. To keep the cool/under the radar factor in place, I must stay in the car, lest we make pick up time be like primary school and force unwanted attention onto our offspring. I was beginning to be concerned, so the cool dad bit was tossed.

Fortunately, as soon as I stepped out of the car, I spotted my daughter on the sidewalk with a teacher. From a distance, I could tell she was crying. Trying to keep my dad awkwardness on the down low, I shouted and waived at her so she would see me. Unfortunately, there was no relief or joy when she saw me. She continued to cry as she walked towards me. As she got closer, she began to sob. For a dad, it was heart wrenching. I'm the dad. I must solve everything!!! I hugged her for a moment then asked what was wrong. Through the sobs, she shared that she thought I had forgotten her or that I had been in an accident because I wasn't there, even though I was. She'd been waiting for me, while I was there all along.

It took almost the whole car ride home for her to calm down. Even in my presence, relief and peace were slow to come. Even as I assured her that I am the most trustworthy thing ever besides Jesus in her life, there was no relief.

Later this evening, while we were driving to Ohio for the holiday, my mind played back over the scene at the school. How could she not have seen me there? To add to the mess of that moment, Hannah didn't realize that she had left her clarinet at the school till we had driven all the way home. That led to more frustration and more tears. It simply wasn't a good afternoon.

Here is the humbling/learning part of it all. Like my daughter, I've had rough couple of days in my life. Things simply aren't playing out the way I would want them to play out in a few areas of my life. Its nothing that I have control of, yet have to deal with the consequences of. In those moments, life is weighty. So weighty, that it kept me up on Monday night--thinking, praying, and journaling. In those late hours, I had an aha moment where everything seemed to finally make sense--where peace was able to reign in my soul again.

Tonight as I drove, my mind connected the two. All too often, we as Christians stand on the sidewalk of life, completely overwhelmed because we don't think our God has shown up. For whatever reason we cannot see him. He's not there in the parking lot like we think he is supposed to be. Yet, He is.

Hannah thought she had looked all over and didn't see me. Yet, I was right there, a few spaces up from the bad parking teacher. Even when she saw me, there was little relief.

How similar we are. In my life I can continually be looking for God, wondering if he will ever show up in the things that matter to me. All too often, I find myself asking rather franticly, "Where are you?" Those are not good places to be. Even more, in the process, we freak out, losing ourselves in the fear of emptiness that we feel.

What is the point? We are no different than overly emotional pre-teens? Maybe. I think there is a little more to it.

My daughter has been learning her whole life about how steadfast and trustworthy her dad really is. I do everything I can. I will do everything I can to be perfection for the girl so she learns to trust in me. I want her to rely on me, on the good that I strive to be in her life. The way she learns that is by being around me, engaging with me, and having moments like today.

How are we learning about the perfection of God's steadfast and trustworthiness? Do we only rely on him and lean in when there is a crisis? When else should we be learning? Are we making time to study Him and learn about his nature in the easy times, when we can see that he is there in the car in the lot, right where he is supposed to be?

Every day I am Hannah's father, I come to realize there is more that I don't know and more that I need to learn so I can be the best for her. She is my child. She deserves the best. I want the best for her. I will give everything I am so she can have it, just like God the Father does for us.

Let us never stop learning about who God is. Let us continually lean on His perfection.