Friday, October 27, 2006

Saw III--review

SPOILER ALERT!!!!

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I went to see Saw III today. Review follows:

By far the most gruesome of the trilogy, Saw III lived up to the hype that Saw II failed to come close to. In the third installment, “Jigsaw” (Tobin Bell) is still leading unsuspecting souls through his “games” on his deathbed and is utilizing assistance from his protégée Amanda (Shawnee Smith). You will remember Amanda from both previous installments of Saw (the hooker/drug addict who escaped in the first Saw, and the house-guest who was “running” the game from the inside in Saw II). In this episode, Amanda is the central figure as she is setting up and carrying out the “games” due to Jigsaw’s apparent impending death, and his inability to be physically involved.

Within the first 30 minutes of this film, there are three bloody scenes that far surpass any of the brutality in the first two films. The three instances in the movie’s introduction are little more than gratuitous violence, as they have little to do with the ultimate plot of the film (other than to prove that Amanda’s character does not provide her victims a way out).

The plot of this film is surprisingly good. I never imagined (after the complete bust of Saw II) that the third film would be anything more than a “slasher” flick, so I was pleasantly surprised to see a plot which included aspects of forgiveness, redemption, and choice. The “game” through most of the film twists and turns with an ultimate twist at the end (reminiscent of the first Saw) that left me truly surprised, and pleased with the overall scope of the film. **** The writers left a clear pathway to Saw IV, but with both Jigsaw and Amanda apparently dead, I’m interested to see how Saw IV will be possible.****

If you are fan of horror films, see Saw III. If you are squeamish, STAY AWAY. Overall, I give it 3.5 out of 5 stars Ω

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Penguins atop the Atlantic division????

http://sports.espn.go.com/nhl/recap?gameId=261024016

Um. . . I leave Pittsburgh and the Penns go to the top of the Atlantic? Wait a minute. They have 3 wins before the Steelers. Never in a million years did I ever imagine this would be possible. I think I am going to cry myself to sleep tonight on my huge pillow. The Penguins have 5 wins. 5. At this point, I hope and pray that the Steelers get 5 wins.

Sorry, I've already blogged today, but this was really IMPORTANT.

Youth In Asia

“What do you think about euthanasia?”

“Dude, I don’t know, I think there’s a ton of kids here in America we should worry about first.”

“Say wha. . ?”

“You asked me about youth in Asia right?”

“Euthanasia, not youth in Asia.”

“Same difference right?”

“You’re an idiot. But that’s why I love you man. You’re an absolute idiot.”


I had to start out with some humor today, or else it would just be straight down the crapper. My mother put her cat of almost 20 years to sleep today. I don’t care if you aren’t a cat person, it’s a pet, and it’s been a part of our home for more than half of my life. Maxi was sick. She had cancer in her mouth, and her kidneys were at best operating at about 1 on a scale of 10. Her joints were horrible, and on and on and on. My mom was a wreck. I heard her tell someone on the phone that Maxi has been her best friend for years. She talked about the unconditional love that she felt from her cat.

It breaks my heart. Honestly, it does. I don’t want to sound like a drama queen, but man, I died a little inside for my mom today. I won’t sicken any of you with the grizzly details of the actual process, but what appears to be very gruesome is actually very quick. Very quick. Like that, my mom’s “best friend” was gone. The vet was awesome. He was caring, considerate, kind. . .and he treated all of us with respect and just gave us time with Maxi. She was looking at mom, eyes fixed on her, and then she was just gone. . .

I don’t even really know where I’m going with this, except maybe to have a record of today.

Maybe it’s proof that what we think is real is really fleeting. Maybe there’s an overly pious part of me that wants to turn this into a blog about “real unconditional love” and spend the next 30 minutes typing about Christ. Maybe I just want to remember that Maxi was one of the best pets anyone could ask for. Maybe I’m a little sad too.

Margot better live forever, ‘cause I don’t know if I can go through this with my kitty. No smart-ass remarks. . .I don’t want to hear them right now.

_______

“You’re treading on holy ground.”
“In this bookstore?!? Should I take off my shoes? Should I tie a rope around my waist so in the event I am stricken dead by God, someone can pull me out?”
“You better put bells on it.”
“WOW!!!”
“Did I mention I kissed dating good-bye?”
”WOW!! It’s pretty cool to date Jesus, but the break-up could be a real mess.”
"He doesn't actually say that does he??"
"I have never ever prayed that someone would die a death of syphilis, but were I ever to pray that, I would pray that for her."
"I can't believe you just said that."
"Only because of her purity vow. . .I'm a big fan of irony. Oh yeah. . .her too."

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Homecoming

There used to be a road here. In this picture on the left. . .i'm standing where there used to be a ROAD. Not like a dirt road, but a real road. . .yellow line down the middle, white lines on either side. . .real road. Now, it's grass, brick, and the Folwell memorial fountain (in the center of the picture). Don't get me wrong, I love the Folwell fountain. Tom Folwell was the dean of Campbell's school of business, and the building that you can barely see on the left hand side of the fountain is there solely because of his involvement on the campus, and solely because of his drive. He died in his office my senior year of college. That place will never be the same. For those of us who were fortunate to have him for one of the few classes he taught, we will remember everything about him, and we will know that nobody will ever be able to fill his shoes.

I learned how to play tennis right under that bull dozer. You can kind of make out a doubles line underneath the front tire. That specific court is where I served my first ace. Right under the rear tire is where I learned the "art" of net play. I would spend hours there learning how to get frustrated at my self, and envious of my father's incredible service game. It appears to be a construction gathering point now. Maybe J-Kidd can tell me the technical name for that, but I prefer "construction gathering point."

I think I could most likely post a dozen more pictures of a dozen more places on Campbell's campus that are irrevocably different now. There's a Barnes and Noble in place of the CU Bookstore, and there's a Chick-filet in place of one of the Oasis student centers.

My father tells me that I should have expected huge change on the campus, and I expected change, but not like the change I saw. I suppose it's because I literally grew up on the campus, playing basketball in the gym, playing tennis on the (above) courts, throwing pennies in the fountains. . .

It freaked me out. It still freaks me out. Coming to Christ Church after the addition would have freaked me out too, but you expect the church to grow. For almost 20 years, I didn't see the campus grow that much. I saw new fronts on buildings, I saw new brick walk-ways, but not changes like this. . .

I saw Ashley Geisel's parents and brother today along with Amy Pattyn and her lovely daughter Logan, and that was wonderful. Amy was upset that she had no cell phone service here in NC because apparently, you have to be in a T-Mobile store to actually have service. I had a T-Mobile phone once (actually a blackberry device) and I had the same problem. I had shoddy service at times in Moon Township. That bothered me. I hate T-Mobile. They are now a part of my Axis of Evil. . ."So that's Iran, Iraq, Enron, the economy, Daschle, one of those Koreas, France. . ." and T-Mobile. "But not Dr. Evil, he makes me laugh, so he's out."

And on that note, so am I, and I don't want to hear anything else about Enron unless our military has pounded it into submission. Ω

_______
"they say goldfish have no memory
i guess their lives are much like mine
the little plastic castle
is a surprise every time
it's hard to say if they're happy
but they don't seem much to mind"
~Ani D.

Friday, October 20, 2006

homecoming tomorrow. . .

BSG still has a few minutes left, so this blog will be erratic at best. I apologize in advance.

This week has just plain sucked. I have been sick with this sinus death since Tuesday, and it has had me in bed for the better part of the week. Usually I’m not such a wimp, but this thing has really knocked the wind out of me (all pun intended). I wish I could say that while in bed I red something great or even saw some good television, but neither are the case as all I felt like doing was lying there like a slug. I got really good at that. I hope today is the last day of the energy zapping sickness, as I have plans tomorrow to go to Campbell for homecoming.

I’m never too sure what to expect at a Campbell homecoming. The years I was in school at Campbell, we all went to homecoming together, sat on the hill, screamed at the ref, went back to our dorms or out to eat.

I have no idea what I’m walking into tomorrow. . .

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Did it finally work???


This will be the third time I have tried to post this picture. For those of you who care. . .or even if you don't. . .at this point I don't care whether you care or not. . .I care. . .Picasa's "blog this!" function SUCKS. It's awful. It doesn't put a picture up like it should.

Anyway. . .i digress. It's quarter after 11:00, and I am fifteen minutes into two Alka-Seltzer p.m.'s. These things hit me like a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster (for those of you who are NOT familiar with The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster has the following effect: it's like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick).

So. . .anyway. . .this thing is kicking in, and I'm typing as fast as I can (faster than agent Jack Bauer trying to disarm a bomb in the 23rd hour of a season) as I want to fall asleep in bed and not in this quasi comfortable chair.

I missed Bible Study (Ignite) this evening because of how crappy I feel. I am having my annual bout with sinus death (as I like to call it), and it has really knocked me for a loop. I spent all day yesterday in bed, and I'm just praying I can sleep tonight.

I know that picture has nothing to do with this post, but I love it. For those of you know know Sam and Ben know that this picture really sums them up. Completely. I miss them

I miss a lot of folks from Pittsburgh. . .and one from beyond.

"your palms are sweaty, and i'm barely listening. . .
. . . what's buried underneath? . .
. . . i am a visitor here, i am not permanent . . .
. . . you seem so out of context . . .
. . . i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving."

Monday, October 16, 2006

Differences in the South

It’s hard for me to imagine that it’s been a week since I’ve blogged. I intend to update this at least 3x a week, and last week wasn’t that busy. Bills, bills, and more bills have dominated all that I’ve been doing. Anyone want to send me lots and lots of money??

Church this week was great. I really enjoyed the sermon, and it was an excellent OT (or Hebrew Bible. . .sorry Ben) sermon from Genesis. It was from Genesis 6, and the sermon ended before Noah shows up on the scene. Now honestly, how many sermons from Genesis 6 end before Noah? I’d venture to say not too many.

I’m still doing well with the “limited T.V.” edict, thanks for all of you who have e-mailed me and asked me about that. Accountability is very important to me, and I don’t take it lightly when you ask (and thank you to those of you who have).

I finished my NavPress study on Acts, and I’m going on to John. Acts was started as a “joint” study, but unfortunately it hasn’t turned out to finish that way. While, I find that disappointing, I can’t say that I’m terribly surprised.

I finished the study today in a Caribou Coffee. The coffee was cheaper than any other local coffee house, and as good. . .if not better than Starbucks. Add the free wireless internet, comfort for studying (area to spread out), the niceness of the people, and it’s the premier place for Gordon right now.

I’m really beginning to notice one of the things I truly missed about the south after my move to Pittsburgh: how the people here are generally nicer. The first person I saw noticed my Bible (the 4 translation parallel study Bible won’t fit in my bag if I have anything else in it), and greeted it nicely. Maybe I just caught the right guy at the right moment, but he was the first guy to see me, and didn’t make me feel ostracized for carrying it. Don’t get me wrong, I really couldn’t care less what someone thinks of me studying my Bible, but I remember some really hard, cold stares when I would whip it out at the Starbucks in Moon.

About an hour into my studies, a woman (near my age) sat down next to me with a small child, asked me about my Acts book, and an hour long conversation ensued. That kind of thing rarely happened in PA. Nobody reading this will ever be able to accuse me of shying away from a conversation, so I don’t want to hear that I’ve changed since arriving home in NC. This kind of thing just didn’t happen in PA. It isn’t that the people of Pennsylvania weren’t friendly, they just had enough friends. I have actually heard Pennsylvanians tell someone that they “don’t have room in their life for another friend right now.”

Unreal. I think we need to take another look at our “community.” Folks, we don’t get to pick when community happens. Community happens at the most inconvenient times: when we’re sick, when we are hurting, when we need prayer, when we are lost. . . Community is rarely convenient for the people who are there for us when we are in need of community. . .but community still happens. Community happens in spite of us. How amazing is that?

I think in the church today we spend too much time trying to force community. Community can’t be forced. There is no sermon that can be preached which will cause community to spontaneously combust (contrary to some beliefs). You have to earn trust, and earn respect. Community, and especially “authentic” community (to coin a phrase of a preacher I heard somewhere who must have used those two words together about 500 times in a single sermon) doesn’t happen when you tell it to. I think that shortly, there will be a post on community.

I’m not suggesting that my hour long session with a random stranger today was community, but maybe it’s the beginnings of community, maybe it’s a random encounter. It doesn’t truly matter either way. I’m not looking for “female” community right now. Not at all. I’m looking for male community, and accountability. I think I am finding the beginnings of that with Kyle and Allen, but we will see.

I’ve been reading an incredible book lately: Power Through Prayer by E. M. Bounds. It’s a phenomenal read, and I suggest it to all of you. Read it slowly, ingest it, and let it slake the thirst of your soul. I have a feeling it will.

“Today is Thursday, and Dwight thinks it’s Friday. Sooooo, that’s what I’ll be working on today.”

_______

“My roommate wants to meet everybody, because I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m making Dwight up. He is very real.”

~The Office

Monday, October 09, 2006

The Idiot Box

I’ve made a choice. I’m keeping my time in front of the idiot box to a minimum. It’s 9:22 p.m. and I’ve just turned on the TV for the first time, and really only to check the score of the game. It’s funny because I just had to look up to see who was playing (it’s Denver and Baltimore by the way).


There are a few shows I really want to watch, and will continue to:
The Office
Scrubs
Family Guy
World Poker Tour
Lost (and only until I figure out what’s going on. . .then I’m gonna quit watching that one. . .it drives me insane. . .truly insane), and
Battlestar Galactica

Now, other than sports, that’s truly all I want to watch (did I forget any Shaw or Dan??). I have thought about all of the hours I’ve wasted in front of the TV, and I’m disgusted with myself and how much time is gone. . .that I can never get back just because I sat in front of the TV and didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to just get up.

I don’t want a pat on the back, and I’m not telling you this to be a Pharisee, but I’m telling you as an encouragement. I’m not going to be naïve enough to make some sort of a statement like, “I’m going to read the Bible instead.” I’ve just realized you can only spend your time once, so I’m going to try to be better and smarter about how I spend it.

So, I want you to hold me accountable. Please. I just don’t want to sit in front of the TV for hour after hour anymore. I am envious of people who don’t have cable. But. . .if I didn’t have cable, I couldn’t watch sports, and that would be a disaster.


“Are you a big William Hung fan?”
“Why does everyone always ask me that? I don’t even know who that is." ~The Office

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Here we go Steelers. . .

there they go. . .

the steelers are now 1-3. This is gonna be a long season.

it's like they've come back from Africa. . .and they've never been heard from again. . .

The “Business” of a Church*

Are churches run too much like businesses?

Are there enough business principles being applied in the church?

My old friend (but recently re-acquainted) Sarah and I got into a discussion about this topic last Friday evening. Our conversation really prompted me to sit down and have this discussion with myself, and flesh these questions out. Forgive me for dragging you on this process with me, but I feel that these questions are vital to me in my search for a church home.

Sarah believes fully that there are too many churches that are run like a business, and initially, my response was that there were not enough business principles found within the walls of your local church. I think we were coming at this issue from the same side and didn’t even know it. (Sarah, I’ll try to make this make sense. . . ).

I suppose I should start with what I think a church is. For me, it is more than a building, it is more than people, and it is much more than a service on Sunday morning (or multiple services if your church is fortunate enough to require them). Church is about what “happens” there. Church is about the community that is formed within the building’s walls, and more importantly, the community that is pursued after the doors of the building have been closed. Church is based on the principles set forth by our founding fathers (and can quite literally be traced back to the book of Acts). The purpose of the early church was a place for a community to gather and worship together. You’ll find very little in the book of Acts about youth group, contemporary services, pro-life ministry groups, Sunday school, singles groups . . . etc. (you get the point). I can not stress enough the importance of these groups, as I feel that these ministries are vital to many communities, as well as the spiritual growth of the members of a congregation. I am simply pointing out that these are not elements in the early church as the apostles were charged to create it.

Churches in the earliest history of the church met wherever and whenever they could. They didn’t have huge buildings with huge steeples, they met in peoples’ homes, in common areas, in whatever “space” they could find. We have put a premium on buildings, on space, on “having” a place to meet for our services. I could most likely spend a week talking about the pros and cons of this approach, but that is clearly not my intent for this blog. I simply feel the need to point out that there are many material things which a church purchases, and often, multiple real estate opportunities for a church to invest in, so it is reasonable for one to expect that in any modern church there is a significant amount of money changing hands for one reason or another.

Many established churches (large and small) have an individual who is their “business manager” (pick any applicable equivalent substitutable title and feel free to replace). In some wealthier churches, this is a staff member who is on the church payroll, and in some of the other more budget constrained churches, this is often a volunteer position, or done by a committee of people (I have attended churches where both are the case, and as an attendee, you can hardly tell the difference. . .it is not something that you should be able to see).

You would be a fool to suggest that any church (or any non-profit organization for that matter) could exist while having a blind eye on monetary issues. We (for better or worse) live in a society that revolves around money (having it and spending it). Having a person in place (or a committee) to make sound financial decisions for the church is vital. We are called to be good stewards with our resources, and to leave these functions up to someone with no experience in this type of decision making is foolish.

It is this foolishness that I refer to when I state that there are not enough business principles in the church today. Far too often, we have good people, with good hearts, with incredible skills in ministry, who can barely balance their check-book in the role of church business manager. How can this be? We wouldn’t pick a random man off the street to be the preacher. We wouldn’t pick someone who is tone deaf to lead the music ministry. Why are we willing to settle for less in the role of business manager?

We have churches deep in debt who are breaking ground on new buildings. We see churches who can barely make pay-roll hiring new associate pastors. Churches far too often take stands “on faith” that are clearly not sound financial decisions. Faith is clearly a good thing. Listening to God’s call is clearly a good thing. Putting the future of a church in jeopardy because of poor financial decisions, is clearly a bad thing.

In my mind, necessary business principles don’t just stop with sound financial decisions. In this litigious age, our churches need strong human resource personnel/committees (to structure employee agreements, train employees on harassment law, correctly structure benefit packages, correctly handle employee reviews, etc.). Our churches need great planners to organize all of the ministries (some of which are listed above) that occur within its walls. Our churches need Parrish councils (equivalent to business boards of directors) to keep staff accountable (particularly pastoral staff). To say that a church can “sit back and relax.” While all of these things are going on around them, and that “God will take care of the details” is insane. For those of you who are skeptical that a church isn’t in need of any HR to “protect” itself, please click here. . .then come back and finish reading. Please don’t be naive enough to make the statement, “that won’t happen in my church,” because I made that statement, about that very church. . .my church. It can happen, and it will. It is unfortunate that we live in a world where we have to be protective inside the walls of our churches, but as long as we have human beings inside those walls, that will always be the case.

Where should the business line stop in the church? Should we sit down and have strategic planning, long budget meetings, long range planning sessions, goal orientations, profit and loss meetings, lay-offs, mission statements, and should we bring in business consultants to see how well we are doing against out goals?!? Well, the best answer I have for that is: maybe.

Some pastors I have been blessed enough to encounter and have serious discussions with about matters such as these have told me that they “function” much better within the “rigid” confines of the business world. Many of these pastors made a “life-transition” out of the business world into the ministry, and let’s face it. . .old habits are tough to break. Depending upon your personality, you may very well function with hard deadlines, budget proposals, and specific attainable goals. I don’t necessarily think that is a bad thing. The problem becomes substituting the Godly principles on which any church should be founded, for business principles and relying on your business savvy to grow your congregation instead of relying on God.

Principles of business in and of themselves are not bad things, and I believe I can make a very successful argument that at their core, many of them are Biblical. I think (and forgive me in advance Sarah) that Sarah takes issue with the possibility that any church could rely solely on business savvy, and the principles of the business world to operate and grow a church. I would have to agree. I think that we spend too much time becoming goal oriented in our churches and abandon the Biblical principles on which those goals are based.

Congregations that tend to think of their “church” as a business, and try to run their church like a business, rarely see the growth they expect in their “business.” The fact is, people spend their time in the business world all week, and they come to church to be in church. When you are in a church that is run like a business, it feels like it. They are cold, “in-authentic,” and lack the true “soul” of a church. They are often very polished, you are in and out according to a set schedule (and they rarely go over time), the “presentation” is pristine, and the interpersonal communications are practically non-existent. Who wants to worship there?

(I don’t believe there is anything wrong with a polished presentation. . .especially when you are presenting to God and for God, but that is a discussion for another day and time.)

For me, the bottom line remains a big maybe. I think business principles in a church setting are absolutely necessary, but I staunchly oppose attempting to run any church like a business. Maybe you think I’m talking out of both sides of my mouth, and playing the middle, but I really don’t think I am.

Of course, this is just my $0.02, and I’m too broke to give that. . .

**this was written in one sitting, and is intended to be one conscious stream of thought. . .i’m sure it’s disorganized, and clustered, but the less polished, the more honest. When I start editing. . .I start changing. Please forgive glaring errors as they are not intentional.



* Here, the term “church” is specifically referring to the building, not the Biblical “Church of Christ” or body of Christ.

Friday, October 06, 2006

The fire that rages

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. . .

Is apparently still raging. My house is approximately 6 miles from "ground zero" (it completely disgusts me that we are calling this ground zero. . .), and we are the last sub-division to have not been evacuated.

Living at home is fun. . .

Burn. . . Burn

Thursday, October 05, 2006

I want to be a Berean

We’ve all been there. We’ve all played “Nancy Negative” from time to time. We’ve all stood there and made the choice to tear down an idea instead of getting behind it. I think it’s easier. It’s much easier to point out the perceived wrongs, short-comings, areas of weakness, and “holes” in someone else’s plan.

I don’t like to wait until all the facts are in. Why wait when you can rush to a snap decision now? I have been particularly guilty of this in my personal life, but rest assured, I have managed to rush to decisions in EVERY area of my life. I believe it has cost me. I believe I have gained somewhat of a reputation for being quick to judge. In fairness, I am always willing to look at the facts on the back end of a decision, but life would be so much easier were I able to really examine a decision, and be happy with it.

My father (with an advanced degree in English) always warned me about the “naked this.” The “it” I refer to, and wish so desperately to be happy with, is not the decision, but the process in which the decision is made. Irrespective of the decision, I really want to be eager in the quest. I don’t want to be annoyed, I want to be excited, anticipatory, willing, ready, fervent . . . eager.

Acts 17:11 “NOW THE BEREANS WERE OF MORE NOBLE CHARACTER THAN THE THESSALONIANS FOR THEY RECEIVD THE MESSAGE WITH GREAT EAGERNESS AND EXAMINED THE SCRIPTURES EVERY DAY TO SEE IF WHAT PAUL SAID WAS TRUE.”

Here, the Bereans are hearing for the first time the good news of Christ. Their reaction is apparently surprising to the disciples, who specifically comment on how receptive they are to the gospel (in direct opposition to the way the Thessalonians received the news).

How amazing would my life be if I could claim to be like a Berean? I obviously am not talking about hearing the good news all over again, but what if I were able to take their attitude when I looked at any new idea?

I have always been the opposite of eager, especially with new ideas. I have spent too much time in my life arguing with new ideas simply for the sake of arguing with them. I can cite specific examples (unfortunately far too many) of times when I failed to give the “benefit of the doubt,” and even when I failed to give a good faith effort.

Many of you, especially those who know me best can attest first hand that I am not very receptive to new things, especially new ideas. I remember specifically one incident involving a “new” group at CCGF and my disdain because it wasn’t being run the way I would run it, and it wasn’t offering the teachings that I thought it should offer. I remember thinking, “Why would we teach Mexican Cooking when we could be teaching the Bible?” My immediate reaction wasn’t that of support. . .it was of contradiction. Maybe I had a jealous spirit like the Thessalonians. Maybe I just fell into the worldly trap of condescension. Irrespective of the rationale, I can’t continue to react this way to new ideas. I can’t continue to respond this way to my brothers and sisters.

I want to be described as having a “more noble character.” I want to receive messages with “great eagerness.” I certainly want to “examine the scriptures daily.”

You think it will be hard? I don’t.

Attitude adjustments are required, and habit corrections are needed, but I don’t think HARD is the word for it. I don’t think difficult is the word either. I’m not sure what the word is, but I’m ready for it. . .even if I don’t know its name.

I have to start somewhere. I have to make a conscious decision to think differently. I have to take the time to put the brakes on in my daily routines and examine my behavior, my thought processes, my “core” responses, and I have to change the way I react.

I have started the process. I have begun to make the needed adjustments, and through Christ, I will be able to see their completion. I keep reminding myself that, “He who begins a good work in [me] will see it through to completion.”

My father, has the following “test” written on his office desk in a place where only he can see it. It serves as a reminder, every time he sees it, that he should stop and examine his upcoming reaction. Since most of our reactions are actualized verbally, he asks himself:
Does it need to be said?
Does it need to be said by me?
Does it need to be said by me right now?
If he can’t answer “yes” to all of the above, he stays quiet. I think I shall begin to follow this same test. I honestly believe my “house” will be a lot quieter in the upcoming days and months.

What will it take for each of us to become Bereans? What will it take for you to live each day in the Word, and approach situations with great eagerness?

Please understand that it is clear to each of us that we are not to accept things contrary to scripture, so the “acceptance” does, of course, have it’s limits.

It’s clear Christ has called each of us to a higher standard. It’s clear through the author's apparent need to specifically recognize the Berean’s behavior that it is an attitude we should strive for.

Through prayer, we’ll all get there together.Ω