March for Life 2011

Yesterday I went to my first March for Life in D.C.  It was a pretty awesome experience which really deepened my appreciation for three groups of people:

(1) Catholics.  A local Catholic Church, Saint John Neumann’s in Ocean Pines, invited me to go to the march with them.  They chartered a bus and let everyone ride free.  I was impressed with that.  I was even more impressed with how warm and welcoming they were.  Usually my experiences with Catholics are with ex-Catholics who have fled from Catholicism, so I didn’t know what to expect.  What I encountered was a group of friendly people who bent over backwards to make me feel at home among them.  Sure, we’ve got some irreconcilable theological differences, but they also showed a genuine interest in Mennonite theology, doctrine, and practice, which I thought was pretty cool.  (Plus it was their bus, so it’s not like I was going to stand up and shout, “Well, actually….”)  It was kind of weird waking up this morning with Hail Marys running through my head like a power ballad leftover from the ’80s, but at least it was educational.

One of the things that really stood out to me was the community on the bus.  People were constantly passing around goodies and sharing everything with one another.  Pretzels, water, Gatorade, homemade cookies, wristbands, fliers, rings, M&Ms (plain and peanut)… it just went on and on.  I’m convinced that if we’d gotten stuck on the side of the road, someone would have opened their bag and pulled out a pot roast.

As much as I enjoyed spending time with the Catholics on the bus, I was absolutely floored when I got to the actually rally and saw an endless sea of Catholics filling the mall between the Capitol and the Washington Monument.  (I don’t know how many people were there; last year’s tally was estimated between 250,000 – 400,000.)  I really didn’t know what to expect, but I guess I thought I’d see a lot more Christian groups other than Catholics.  I’m sure there were Protestants there (like the handful from our bus), but the thousands of signs with church names on them all appeared to be Catholic.  It gave me a deeply disturbing thought: What if the Catholics were not so passionate about this critical issue?  WHERE IS THE REST OF THE CHURCH?????

(2) Old people.  Usually this term is thrown around derisively and dismissively in our society.  I can no longer see it that way.  When I refer to old people, I mean it as a term of respect.  I don’t know how many people were on our bus–I’d estimate maybe 40 or 50.  Three of them were younger than me.  Nearly everyone else was in their 60s or 70s, and there were even several in their 80s.  And these were people who met at 7:00 a.m. to go on a three-hour bus ride, stand outside in 20-degree weather for three hours or so, walk around D.C. in a massive crowd, and then ride another three hours back.  What I’m saying, folks, is these guys are troopers.  Most of them are too old to even have had a legal abortion since Roe v. Wade.  But they’re putting their beliefs into action.  That’s what I respect so much: They’re actually DOING something!  It’s like when I go to our recycling center each week.  I’ve seen someone my age or younger just a couple times.  Usually it’s the older folks.  Why are younger people talking about the environment but not showing up to do something as simple as recycle?  Whenever I think of old people, I’ll no longer picture retired folks sitting around drinking tea and reading the newspaper and grumbling about “young people these days.”  Instead, what will come to mind are a sturdy group of dedicated people with such deep conviction that they’re doing what “young people these days” should be doing.  What was my generation doing?  I have no idea.  Probably stuff that seems urgent but is possibly quite meaningless once we look at it from beyond the end of our own noses.  Older people have a perspective that helps them see what truly matters.  And when they do something about it, especially something very inconvenient and uncomfortable, I have a profound respect for them.

(3) Politicians.  Well, some of them.  Don’t worry, I haven’t gone over the deep end.  I have to admit I’m still just as jaded and cynical as ever.  Well, almost.  Three dozen politicians stepped to the microphone yesterday in front of a countless multitude and publicly identified themselves with the pro-life movement, an association which is surprisingly controversial (it’s mind-blowing to think that opposing the killing of children is controversial, yet that’s how perverse our society is).  These were not spinsters visiting a midweek women’s Bible study at the height of election season to try to garner votes with a charming smile.  This is a group of largely freshmen representatives who are riding into the Beltway with a resounding victory at the polls just two months ago.  They were quoting Scripture and speaking bluntly.  Of course that doesn’t mean I bought into all their promises and friended them all on Facebook, but it was pretty cool to see that hey, maybe there are a few people with conviction sitting in that dome of corruption that looms over the capital city.

Next year I look forward to going on my second Catholic field trip!

Published in: on January 25, 2011 at 10:52 am  Leave a Comment  

Pounding the Boards

This morning Chris and I did two miles (with a short walking break in the middle) for the second time this week.  It’s funny how when we’re jogging, we talk about how old we’re getting.  Coincidence?  I think not.

Published in: on November 10, 2010 at 2:44 pm  Comments (1)  

The Fat Guy’s Dilemma

Yesterday I went running on the boardwalk with my friend Chris.  Actually, to be more precise, I should say I went jogging.  When you’re 19 you go running.  When you’re 35 you go jogging.  Running is what you do on the way to first base after laying down a bunt.  Jogging is what you do on the way back to the dugout after you get thrown out at first.

Anyway, I discovered a disheartening catch-22: I’m jogging so I won’t be fat anymore, but since I’m already fat, it’s very difficult to jog.  I expected that the whole cardiovascular aspect of jogging would be the hard part.  I was wrong.  The hard part is that with every step, I’ve got 220 pounds slamming the boards.  With each step my legs were like, “Seriously?  What’d we ever do to you?  Sit down and give us cheese dip!”

Reminds me of something that Cal Ripken Jr. said in an interview many years ago: You never have to get in shape if you never get out of shape.  I’m already in shape, but I guess it’s not the shape he had in mind.

Published in: on November 4, 2010 at 2:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

I’m Totally Not In Second Grade Anymore

When I was in second grade, I was pretty good at soccer.  But today I learned the hard way that there’s a pretty big difference between being eight years old and being 35.

I went to the local elementary school to spend some time with the second-grade boy I’m mentoring.  We went outside to kick a soccer ball around.  He’s really into soccer, and you can tell just by looking at him.  He’s got that soccer player look.

So we’re outside with a bunch of other kids, and someone kicks the ball way up in the air.  I started running toward it, and everything seemed to go into slow motion like in a movie.  I judged the arc of the ball and ran full speed toward it, excitedly preparing to give it a good whack with my head.  I even snatched off my hat with my hand in one smooth motion so I’d have nice clean contact.  As I was about to reach it, the thought crossed my mind that I hadn’t hit a soccer ball with my head since Ronald Reagan was President.  I think it dimmed my confidence.

Just as I was about to make a beautiful play, someone punched me in the eye.  At least I’m convinced that’s what happened.  It couldn’t have been the ball, ’cause I had a good bead on it.  Anyhow, the ball bounced away as about two dozen little kids looked at me in disbelief and said, “Did you just hit that ball with your eye?” and, “Didn’t that hurt?”  I tried to play it cool, but that’s hard to do when half your face is numb and you can only see out of one eye.

Guess I’ll just go watch the World Cup (with my one good eye) and leave the hitting-the-ball-with-your-head thing to the pros.  And the second-graders.

Published in: on June 11, 2010 at 3:57 pm  Comments (2)  

Three Years at CrossWay Church

Three years ago today was my first Sunday at CrossWay Church.  It’s the longest I’ve been on staff at a church.  (I was on staff at two other churches for almost three years.)  At the other two churches where I was a staff pastor, I could feel the end of my time approaching.  It’s kind of funny, because even though I’ve been here the longest, I feel like I’m just getting started.  And the time has flown–it seems like it’s been six months.

Published in: on May 6, 2010 at 1:29 pm  Comments (4)  

Why I Should Just Stick to Americanese

Today I had one of my I’m-such-an-ignorant-American moments.  Laura Marie and I were at the park and I was pushing her on the swing.  Another little girl was on the swing next to her.  I tried talking to her grandmother, who was pushing her on the swing, and the woman replied with an accent, “I don’t speak English.”

So I tried talking to her in Spanish, and she just smiled and nodded.

Just then the little girl’s mother walked over and told me they’re from the Czech Republic.  I’m pretty sure Spanish is not exactly the national language over there.  Man, I’m such a buffoon.

Published in: on May 5, 2010 at 7:19 pm  Comments (1)  

Right Where He Wants Me

You ever have those days where you just feel like you’re right where God wants you?  Yesterday was one of those days for me.

There was some kind of pastors deal at Salisbury Christian School.  We have two boys in our church, a fourth-grader and a second-grader, who go to SCS, and they invited me to come.

I took a wrong turn on the way and ended up getting there half an hour later than I’d planned.  But like I started out saying, I think I was right where God wanted me even as I was driving around Salisbury (on the wrong side of Rt. 50, I might add).

When I got there, I was met in the parking lot by Christi, who is one CrossWay‘s long-time members.  She works at SCS and her two sons are the ones who attend there.  She showed me to her oldest son’s classroom, where I visited for about 10 minutes.  Then she led me to her younger son’s class, where again I only had a few minutes since I’d gotten there late.

At 10:30 we headed to an all-school assembly.  Wow.  It was excellent!  The first thing I noticed was the setup in their gym.  They had turned it into a top-notch auditorium, complete with what looked like an orchestra pit!  There was a huge screen that had cool visuals on it.  I got to meet some other pastors as I sat waiting for the assembly to begin.

When it started… wow, I loved the worship time!  After an interpretive movement by some younger kids, a  youth praise band led us in a couple songs and did a great job leading us into an awareness of God’s presence.  I felt so refreshed!  They were followed by a couple songs performed by the chorus.  “Performed” isn’t even the right word, because like the praise band, they were leading us in worship.

The last part of the worship service–I’m giving up on calling it an assembly, because it was a worship service–was a very challenging message by one of Salisbury’s pastors.  Again, I was totally caught off guard.  Sorry to sound cynical, but when I heard there was going to be a speaker, I expected one of the school’s administrators to give some spiel about the value of Christian education.  Instead we were given an obviously anointed preacher who gave us the Word of God!  It totally rocked.  His message was so challenging and convicting, and I’ve already been able to incorporate his teaching into my prayer life.

It kept getting better.  One of the highlights for me, probably the highlight, was during the pastor’s message.  There were several hundred people in the room, lots of kids and lots of adults.  Seated on the floor in front of me was a large group of younger children, including the second-grader from CrossWay.  I was in the second row of chairs behind this group, so he didn’t know I was there.  When the pastor was talking, at one point he asked rhetorically, “So how do you become a Christian?”  Right in front of hundreds of people, this second-grade boy immediately shot up his hand!  He was ready to tell the whole world how to become a Christian!  It was one of those moments where my heart jumped in my chest and I said, “God, thank You for letting me be a pastor.”

(Don’t get me wrong: This boy is so wise and bold not because I’m his pastor, but because his parents are sincere and passionate in their own faith, which they have incorporated into their parenting with amazing success.  But to see him raise his hand like that, ready to tell the world how to find salvation in Christ…wow… I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.)

After the worship service I went to the cafeteria, which again really impressed me.  It was large, clean, efficient, and…well… souped up.  It made me wish I went to school there!  I sat with the fourth-grader while he ate.  He cracked me up, by the way.  All his friends were talking around him, while he just sat there eating his lunch.  At one point I said something to him about how he seemed to take his food pretty seriously, and he smiled wryly and said, “Recess is for socializing.”  Kid’s got his priorities!

Having lunch with him was one reason I’m glad I got there late.  If I’d arrived on time, I would have left after the worship service.  Instead, I felt obligated to stick around.  I know the word “obligated” doesn’t sound pretty, but that’s how I felt.  You know what, though?  It taught me something.  There are times I do something begrudgingly, out of obligation, and it turns out to be a huge blessing.  I’m so glad I shared lunch with that fourth-grader.  It was very much a blessing, a blessing  that I wouldn’t trade for anything else I could’ve done during that time.  There are incredible blessings that God has for us in the things that we initially do out of obligation.

My day still was not done.  As I was leaving, I went to sign out.  But there was a dude leaning over the signout sheet, talking to someone in the office. I almost just left, figuring it didn’t really matter if I signed out, and I didn’t want to interrupt the guy’s conversation over it.  Kinda awkward, you know?  I turned to go, but then felt like I should just say a loud, “Excuse me” and sign out.

So I did.  And I made a friend.  Half an hour later we were praying for each other out in the parking lot.  Turns out this guy knows everyone I know.  We had a great talk and then prayed.  As he prayed for God to pour out His blessings on CrossWay, it started raining.  It was a very encouraging conversation and a new friend made, and I would have missed both if I had not been late and if I had not stuck around for lunch.

I’m trying to do a better job of being in tune with the Holy Spirit, going where He wants me to go and doing what He wants me to do.  (Interestingly, that was a big part of what the pastor preached about at the school.)  When I listen to God’s quiet nudges, it can make a big loud difference!

Published in: on April 22, 2010 at 11:51 am  Comments (2)  

A Christmas Carol Bi-Annual Date

Carolyn and I had our first date in six months yesterday.  The last time we went out was the night before Laura Marie was born.  We saw Night at the Museum 2, then went to dinner at Zia’s.

Yesterday afternoon our good friends Josh and Christi, along with their boys, watched the baby while we went to see A Christmas Carol.  Man, it was good!  Nearly every year we read or watch A Christmas Carol.  It’s one of our Christmas traditions.  So it was really cool to have a new version of it come out.  Not only was it a new version, but it was 3-D in the theater–it was so cool!

We’d never seen a 3-D movie before.  Now I’m hooked on it.  We saw previews for some upcoming 3-D movies.  I want to see them all!  Even without the 3-D, it was a great version of the classic story.  For the most part they stuck very closely to the book.  One of the best parts was their depiction of Victorian London in a snowy December.  I loved it.  They also made the most of the 3-D effects.  Now that I think about it, I’d like to see it again before it leaves theaters!

I figure having one date twice a year is probably a good place to start.

(By the way, if y’all see this, a big THANKS to the Engles for taking care of our baby!!!)

Published in: on December 13, 2009 at 1:30 pm  Comments (1)  

Half

Today Laura Marie is half a year old.  Six months ago Carolyn woke me up about 6:00 a.m. and told me her water broke.  Our lives have never been the same since.  We knew that having a baby would be awesome, but Laura Marie is so much more wonderful than anything we ever could have imagined.

Once she was born, one of the things I most looked forward to was seeing her smile.  She didn’t disappoint.  Her smile is just unbelievable.  If I got hit by a car and broke every bone in my body, then saw her smile at me, I’d probably forget that I’d even been hit by a car.

Our daughter is now 1/2.  Another six months and she won’t be zero anymore!  What an incredible blessing.

Published in: on December 7, 2009 at 11:20 am  Comments (2)  

Sledgehammers, Cute Babies, Cosby, and the Devil

What’s happening:

  • We’re halfway through the Revealed series at CrossWay.  Last Sunday I preached about the devil–the dragon of Revelation 12.  It just worked out that it was the day after Halloween.
  • Carolyn and I have watched every episode of The Cosby Show.  We just finished the eighth and final season.  Now that’s good television!  I don’t know how long it took, probably about three years.  Being able to watch an entire show like that is one of the advantages of Netflix.
  • Several churches in our community came together last Saturday for our annual Harvest Fair.  This year we had about 1,300 people.  The size of the crowd grows every year.  Laura Marie was dressed as a flower for the first half of the night, then switched to her pink poodle costume.  She was absolutely adorable!  This year was especially cool for me because I got to smash a pumpkin with a giant sledgehammer.  If only I’d known several months in advance, I could’ve grown my hair long in the back and on the sides to complete the Gallagher effect.

  • It’s picture week at the Training Station, and they were kind enough to take our family portrait.  Our first one!
Published in: on November 4, 2009 at 11:04 am  Comments (2)  
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