I've been taking a few moments to look over the Wide Scope blog entries over the past year, taking the time to reflect and review the past year. What did I find has happened over the past year?
As usual, a lot.
Does this year in review blog have the potential to be as good as last year's year in review? Hardly. I don't have a song prepared off of Youtube. But keep reading- I did learn something.
I learned in January that even if I wanted to blog every week it is nearly impossible to do it. I also got acclimated with my new job after being laid off since April. I ended up with the same number of posts in 2011 as 2010. In February I learned that sacrifice is hard but sometimes necessary, and that if done in obedience God will reward it. March was a lesson in embracing my place, wherever it is, no matter what changes come.
April saw me turn 34 with the usual bit of reflection that I like to do and saw the first reports that apparently the world was going to end in May. Strangely, we are still here. May was admittedly a hard month, as the realization came that changes that would soon have to be made. It was also a month more than any this year I dealt with depression.
That's kind of sad- I think we do need a song break, after all:
June was a blur, and I only blogged a paragraph. July saw us move to the mountains. August saw us settle in to the new routine, my son start Kindergarten, and I started my new position at work.
September saw me revisiting several things; old topics, old sermon topics from church, and my old high school. My blog from that visit, "Can You Go Home Again? I Did," dated October 1, was the most popular post of the year. November saw my son turn 6, my daughter turn 2, and my family was truly thankful.
There was the sickness of my daughter in December, which I am proud to say she is herself again, thank God. I dealt with a toothache for most of the last of the year, which I can say God touched and healed. Some of the pain has returned with the bitter cold wind of this mountain life.
I learned to stand up for the word barbecue. I learned that church signs can be funny, and decided to share that with each of you. I learned there isn't a lot on TV on Wednesday night.
Mostly, I learned that the best is yet to come. 2012 brings still more uncertainty and the feeling that there is something more out there. What that is, and when I discover it, anyone that reads this blog will be the first to know. I promise to keep posting. Stay with me, will you?
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Hard Time
Here I sit, Wednesday night as I type this. It is four days before Christmas. I have really been at a loss of things to blog about these days, as work
and the strain of everyday life drag me down and inspiration does not flow as freely as I used to. So I will tell you about life.
This is the sixth day that my little girl has had a fever. She has been to the emergency room two times, had every test possible to determine the cause, and I have even made a special trip back to the hospital to deliver a stool sample. That's right, I have literally hand-delivered poop. My life has gone to crap. I would like to thank my wife from shoveling it from the diaper to the container. At least there wasn't a fan for it to hit. Take a second to come up with your own pun before going to the next paragraph.
The hardest thing I had to do was on Saturday night. We were desperate to get this temperature down. So my mother-in-law and I tag-teamed to take ice-cold washcloths and place them on different parts of her body to try to lower her temperature. To say she did not like this is mildly understating it. For the next eternity (or so it felt) she screamed, cried, and told us "NO! NO THANK YOU! I DON"T!" All this time I held her, trying to assure her it was for her good.
See the instant correlation?
In my own reading of the Bible I have come across the story of Joseph for the second time this year. Think of all he went through: being dumped into a pit by his brothers because of their jealousy (and Joseph's need to tell his dreams to them); Being sold into slavery; being falsely accused of rape and imprisoned; and being forgotten in prison.
On the other end, think of his father Jacob. He was named by God Israel and told he would be a great nation. Yet for years he carried around the grief of a favorite son he thought was lost and dealt with the agony.
In this situation God held both of them in His hand. I am confident that neither were happy about their situation, and that Joseph probably let out a few screams of terror when being thrown in the pit.
But just like the cold compresses had a purpose to lower my daughter's temperature and give her comfort in spite of the temporary discomfort, the struggle of Joseph was to save Jacob and the family that turned on him. Of course, after his imprisonment Joseph goes on to become governor of Egypt and devises the plan to save people from a coming famine and provide for his family in the process. Of course Jacob's pain subsides when he sees his son again and is sustained by him.
No, we don't understand the hard time that we deal with right now. But whenever we go through them I can rest assured that there is a greater purpose that is being intended for us in them.
Think of Mary last of all. It is December, of course. She had to deal with the ridicule and shame of being an unwed mother, the possibility of being shunned by her Joseph, and the impending pain of childbirth. Her Father found favor in her, and had a greater purpose for her pain: the redemption of the world through the coming of His Son.
and the strain of everyday life drag me down and inspiration does not flow as freely as I used to. So I will tell you about life.
This is the sixth day that my little girl has had a fever. She has been to the emergency room two times, had every test possible to determine the cause, and I have even made a special trip back to the hospital to deliver a stool sample. That's right, I have literally hand-delivered poop. My life has gone to crap. I would like to thank my wife from shoveling it from the diaper to the container. At least there wasn't a fan for it to hit. Take a second to come up with your own pun before going to the next paragraph.
The hardest thing I had to do was on Saturday night. We were desperate to get this temperature down. So my mother-in-law and I tag-teamed to take ice-cold washcloths and place them on different parts of her body to try to lower her temperature. To say she did not like this is mildly understating it. For the next eternity (or so it felt) she screamed, cried, and told us "NO! NO THANK YOU! I DON"T!" All this time I held her, trying to assure her it was for her good.
See the instant correlation?
In my own reading of the Bible I have come across the story of Joseph for the second time this year. Think of all he went through: being dumped into a pit by his brothers because of their jealousy (and Joseph's need to tell his dreams to them); Being sold into slavery; being falsely accused of rape and imprisoned; and being forgotten in prison.
On the other end, think of his father Jacob. He was named by God Israel and told he would be a great nation. Yet for years he carried around the grief of a favorite son he thought was lost and dealt with the agony.
In this situation God held both of them in His hand. I am confident that neither were happy about their situation, and that Joseph probably let out a few screams of terror when being thrown in the pit.
But just like the cold compresses had a purpose to lower my daughter's temperature and give her comfort in spite of the temporary discomfort, the struggle of Joseph was to save Jacob and the family that turned on him. Of course, after his imprisonment Joseph goes on to become governor of Egypt and devises the plan to save people from a coming famine and provide for his family in the process. Of course Jacob's pain subsides when he sees his son again and is sustained by him.
No, we don't understand the hard time that we deal with right now. But whenever we go through them I can rest assured that there is a greater purpose that is being intended for us in them.
Think of Mary last of all. It is December, of course. She had to deal with the ridicule and shame of being an unwed mother, the possibility of being shunned by her Joseph, and the impending pain of childbirth. Her Father found favor in her, and had a greater purpose for her pain: the redemption of the world through the coming of His Son.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Those Three Little Words
I have learned over the years, well, several lessons. Among them is to never ask the question "What else can happen?" when I am in a situation or when I am having a bad day. I know- so many of us have been there or are there right now.
You might be wondering why your job is so difficult these days and feel like you can't do anything right.
You may be wondering why you've been out of work for so long and wonder how you will pay the bills and if Christmas is a possibility.
You may be wondering if you're going to have a job tomorrow.
A family member might be facing the fight of their life.
Well, a couple of days ago, God reminded me of three little words. I know when you see that title on the blog, you might be thinking of "I love you." Those are good words, and yes, He does love us. But because of that, He has three other words for us:
HOW MUCH MORE.
True, you may be saying these words yourself. But if you look in the New Testament, eleven different times you will see these words.
"If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!" (Matthew 7: 11)
"Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds!" (Luke 12: 24)
"Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! And do not seek what you are to eat and what you are to drink, nor be worried." (Luke 12: 27-29)
"For if the blood of goats and bulls, and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify for the purification of the flesh, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God." (Hebrews 9: 13-14)
(All references ESV)
Those are just some of the examples. God has this word for you. He knows you are struggling, and he understands that you may have questions. But He has tremendous plans for you, and you have not left His care. He is not ignoring you and has not left you. Seek Him in your situation with your whole heart, and you will find Him.
Just wait and see HOW MUCH MORE He has in store for you.
You might be wondering why your job is so difficult these days and feel like you can't do anything right.
You may be wondering why you've been out of work for so long and wonder how you will pay the bills and if Christmas is a possibility.
You may be wondering if you're going to have a job tomorrow.
A family member might be facing the fight of their life.
Well, a couple of days ago, God reminded me of three little words. I know when you see that title on the blog, you might be thinking of "I love you." Those are good words, and yes, He does love us. But because of that, He has three other words for us:
HOW MUCH MORE.
True, you may be saying these words yourself. But if you look in the New Testament, eleven different times you will see these words.
"If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!" (Matthew 7: 11)
"Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds!" (Luke 12: 24)
"Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! And do not seek what you are to eat and what you are to drink, nor be worried." (Luke 12: 27-29)
"For if the blood of goats and bulls, and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify for the purification of the flesh, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God." (Hebrews 9: 13-14)
(All references ESV)
Those are just some of the examples. God has this word for you. He knows you are struggling, and he understands that you may have questions. But He has tremendous plans for you, and you have not left His care. He is not ignoring you and has not left you. Seek Him in your situation with your whole heart, and you will find Him.
Just wait and see HOW MUCH MORE He has in store for you.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Statements of belief
I would like to start this by first apologizing to the guys of the Blue Collar Comedy Tour: I am not trying to steal your bit. That said, I thought I would take a half-serious yet half-jovial attempt to allow you readers to know a little of who I am. You know, the chance to know what I truly believe.
- I believe the Bible is inerrant, infallible, and that the God of the Bible is the one true God.
- I believe that God sent His son into the world to save the world from sin.
- I believe that often Christians are the greatest obstacle that keeps people from Christ because they often speak in ignorance.
- I believe the PC crowd does not know any of the names of holidays that take place from November 1- December 26.
- I believe that just because you don't call a holiday by its actual name that it is diminished in any way.
- I believe the designated hitter has done very little to strengthen the American League.
- I believe the South was justified in seceding from the Union in 1860 & 1861. However, I believe their position on slavery was based in misinterpretation of scripture and ignorance.
- I believe that improper use of apostrophe's is becoming an epidemic, and grammar teacher's are doing little to curb it.
- I believe that if you cannot drive more than 10 m.p.h. under the speed limit (especially at night) YOU SHOULD NOT BE DRIVING!
- I believe that NASCAR will be watchable again now that someone other than Jimmie Johnson will win the championship.
- I believe that the things that I have agreed with President Obama on can be counted on one hand without using all the fingers. That said, he is our president, and deserves our prayers.
- I believe Southern Gospel Music has been forever marred in quality and style due to a raging infection of Crabbs.
- I believe the MAC has some of the best football in all of college football, partly due to the lack of great defense.
- I believe that, win totals aside, Dean Smith is the best coach ever in college basketball.
- I believe the NBA does not deserve another chance on my part.
- I believe that Psych is the most underrated show on TV, and that the Mentalist is a direct ripoff of it.
- I believe that as much as they try to get soccer to catch on in the US, it won't.
- I believe that if people stopped caring what other people thought about them and just did what they were supposed to, we would have a lot less trouble.
- I believe I do not get enough sleep.
- I believe that no matter what cable news network I watch, I get mad.
- I believe I can't think of any more of these right now.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Church Signs: God vs. Grammar
I have always said the Gospel is powerful. It is even more powerful when spelled correctly. Where I live there are an abundance of churches. Many of these were started down the road from another church where some of the members got angry and split. Some of these were started after someone that thought they were hearing from God decided they needed to start a church with only their family attending.
Whoa- did I get off on a tangent? So unlike me! Let's get back on track, because this blog is meant for fun and instruction. I want these churches to genuinely reach souls for God, but their error needs to be pointed out because it's just funny.
For example:
Now- you read this and you think There-no, not there, just over to the right, yeah. Right there. A Heaven to gain. But how do you shoun? I have no idea. I had a French teacher in 5th grade, Ms. Shoun. Maybe she knows how to do it. You see, if you were completely unfamiliar with the phrase (THERE'S a Heaven to gain and a Hell to SHUN), you would have no clue with what they were trying to say.
Next:
O. O. Oh, O-kay. I get it. The context with this current phrase is nothing is to big for my God. To being a helping verb to the obvious verb big. So what does it mean to big? I have no idea. Maybe it is a new slang term, and this church is really on top of things. For me, if it said "Nothing is TOO big for my God, I might understand.
Another one that, doggone it, they changed the sign before I got a picture of it- picture this now-
"JESUS" DONE HIS JOB- HAVE YOU DONE YOUR?
Have I done my what? Taxes? The errors are many. And yes, the letters were in red, just like that.
One more that I saw several months ago, but I don't have a picture because I haven't had to be in that part of the county for some time:
"WITHOUT THE BREAD OF LIFE YOUR TOAST"
Knowing that your is a possessive word I contemplated this sign after passing it. "My toast is what? Burnt? Most likely. Stale? Possibly. Covered in apple butter? Yum! When you write it like that, I guess it does leave you to think more than if you spell "YOU'RE" correctly.
Well, that's enough offensive fun for now. If you have seen any such signs, leave them in the comments. Maybe I will do another edition of this.
Whoa- did I get off on a tangent? So unlike me! Let's get back on track, because this blog is meant for fun and instruction. I want these churches to genuinely reach souls for God, but their error needs to be pointed out because it's just funny.
For example:
Now- you read this and you think There-no, not there, just over to the right, yeah. Right there. A Heaven to gain. But how do you shoun? I have no idea. I had a French teacher in 5th grade, Ms. Shoun. Maybe she knows how to do it. You see, if you were completely unfamiliar with the phrase (THERE'S a Heaven to gain and a Hell to SHUN), you would have no clue with what they were trying to say.
Next:
O. O. Oh, O-kay. I get it. The context with this current phrase is nothing is to big for my God. To being a helping verb to the obvious verb big. So what does it mean to big? I have no idea. Maybe it is a new slang term, and this church is really on top of things. For me, if it said "Nothing is TOO big for my God, I might understand.
Another one that, doggone it, they changed the sign before I got a picture of it- picture this now-
"JESUS" DONE HIS JOB- HAVE YOU DONE YOUR?
Have I done my what? Taxes? The errors are many. And yes, the letters were in red, just like that.
One more that I saw several months ago, but I don't have a picture because I haven't had to be in that part of the county for some time:
"WITHOUT THE BREAD OF LIFE YOUR TOAST"
Knowing that your is a possessive word I contemplated this sign after passing it. "My toast is what? Burnt? Most likely. Stale? Possibly. Covered in apple butter? Yum! When you write it like that, I guess it does leave you to think more than if you spell "YOU'RE" correctly.
Well, that's enough offensive fun for now. If you have seen any such signs, leave them in the comments. Maybe I will do another edition of this.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Instant Jesus and Microwave Faith (aka Hocus Jesus)
With recent changes in my schedule I have found myself with a span of 2 hours with nothing to do in the morning. So, I have made a good decision: I have started doing some walking. When they get the showers installed at my workplace, I may (SHUDDER) even start jogging. I am doing this in North Wilkesboro on the Yadkin River Greenway. It's a nice trail, running almost 1.5 miles by the Yadkin and Reddies Rivers. I have a good time doing it every day I get out there- up until I make my way back and I see a marker telling me I have 1 mile to go. Walking 3 miles a day isn't always easy, and I truly learn to persevere. I want to stop, I want to quit. But the Greenway doesn't loop, and there are no golf carts parked along the way to take me back. The other people on the path don't know who I am. How do I get back to my car? I have to keep going.
What in the world does this have to do with my title? Keep following.
Another thing that I have been dealing with is a major toothache since July. I have struggled with it especially in the last 4 weeks, when stabbing pains have attacked me while I sleep. I would wake up in tremendous pain, and would instantly start praying for God to touch me. You know what? I would not always get instant relief.
What does that mean? Does that mean God can't heal me? Does it mean He doesn't care? Does that mean He isn't there? Nope, none of these are true. He is acquainted with our sufferings, familiar with our grief. He loves us, and doesn't want us to suffer. But he does want us to grow.
I have seen some people call out to Jesus and seen instant change. I've heard of the doctor's reports of fabulous healing that reason cannot explain. But things are not always instant. To some healings there are no shortcuts. God has given men great knowledge to set limbs, create casts, and make some incredible medicines. After recent issues, Tramadol is one that comes to mind. Augmentin is another. Sometimes the best course of healing is the natural course, and through this God teaches us patience and perseverance.
This is where faith healers have done us a disservice. Many think that just because they asked Jesus to touch them once and He didn't, it isn't true or He doesn't care. They think this in other areas, such as struggling at work, or looking for work, or elsewhere. They use the name of Jesus as a magic word, and when they don't get the instant results, they go away. In other ways, they wonder why God doesn't help them win the lottery (yes, it's true). They wonder why their relationship has not changed. They prayed one time, and have received no results. This isn't faith; this is Hocus Pocus, breathe a prayer and hope it works, and that doesn't cut it.
Like when I have a mile to go, the only way to get to the end is to keep going. Keep praying for the job to come, and continue your search. Keep praying for provision, and quit playing the lottery- the odds are against you. Take the medicine the doctor gave you. Keep going- He will sustain along the way.
What in the world does this have to do with my title? Keep following.
Another thing that I have been dealing with is a major toothache since July. I have struggled with it especially in the last 4 weeks, when stabbing pains have attacked me while I sleep. I would wake up in tremendous pain, and would instantly start praying for God to touch me. You know what? I would not always get instant relief.
What does that mean? Does that mean God can't heal me? Does it mean He doesn't care? Does that mean He isn't there? Nope, none of these are true. He is acquainted with our sufferings, familiar with our grief. He loves us, and doesn't want us to suffer. But he does want us to grow.
I have seen some people call out to Jesus and seen instant change. I've heard of the doctor's reports of fabulous healing that reason cannot explain. But things are not always instant. To some healings there are no shortcuts. God has given men great knowledge to set limbs, create casts, and make some incredible medicines. After recent issues, Tramadol is one that comes to mind. Augmentin is another. Sometimes the best course of healing is the natural course, and through this God teaches us patience and perseverance.
This is where faith healers have done us a disservice. Many think that just because they asked Jesus to touch them once and He didn't, it isn't true or He doesn't care. They think this in other areas, such as struggling at work, or looking for work, or elsewhere. They use the name of Jesus as a magic word, and when they don't get the instant results, they go away. In other ways, they wonder why God doesn't help them win the lottery (yes, it's true). They wonder why their relationship has not changed. They prayed one time, and have received no results. This isn't faith; this is Hocus Pocus, breathe a prayer and hope it works, and that doesn't cut it.
Like when I have a mile to go, the only way to get to the end is to keep going. Keep praying for the job to come, and continue your search. Keep praying for provision, and quit playing the lottery- the odds are against you. Take the medicine the doctor gave you. Keep going- He will sustain along the way.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Can you go home again? I did.
Some people say you can't go home again. Some say you can. In my life I have said both. Currently, I believe you can. Let me explain:
I am proud of many things. I am proud that I am a child of God. I am proud to be married to Sheyna, and to be the father of Levi and Sophie. I am proud to be the son of Clarence and Ruth Widener. I am proud of my nephews being saved, baptized, and that one is soon going into the Army.
I am also proud of the four years I spent in the Hibriten High School Band. For four years I played euphonium in that group, and was part of really a special tradition. It was one of the first things I truly learned to apply myself at, and learned to strive to be the best. During my time there I was all-district four years, first chair all-district two of those years, and first chair junior & senior year. I was privileged to get to play with the US Navy Band my junior year, and in three of our four years the HHS Band received Superior ratings at "contest," a judged festival of bands in the district.
Enter Facebook. An alumnus of HHS started a group on the site for Hibriten High School band alumni. being the proud member I am, I joined. Several memories have been shared from members on that site that graduated from the 70s, 80s, 90s, and in the past decade. We have kept up with the current band, discussed issues facing the band, and have garnered ways to support it.
I'm not sure how this came about, but this weekend a project came about called "Loving Lenoir 2011." I do know that much of it was due to the efforts of Dr. Neal Isaac. Tonight, alumni are gathering reunion-style at Sweet T's in uptown Lenoir. Some gathered to do some community work today. Tomorrow there will be a concert featuring many former Hibriten students, including an internationally-renowned soprano.
For me, the highlight was Friday night:
30 or so members of the past got to join the current band for the homecoming game, playing in the stands. It was quite a thrill to be a part of it. We marched in the stands with the band, played several songs, and cheered our old school. Sadly, we did not cheer them to victory, but it is a rebuilding year.
It was nice to know that I somewhat still had it. It was nice to see old and young alike come together for the old school. It was just a banner memory that I will never forget.
Thanks go out to Dr. Isaac for the time he has put in with the Facebook group and for what he did in setting this up. Thanks to Nickey Horner, director at HHS, for letting us do this and for all the accommodation she made for us. Thanks to Kevin Townsend, former director, for first agreeing to this. Thanks to Stephanie Lee, president of the HHS Band Boosters, for all the work she put into this. I don't know who else was involved, but if you read this, thank you as well.
One last thing: things are not the same as they were in our day at HHS. The band does not receive the funding that it used to, and instruments are not in the same condition that they were in. The band has needs for equipment and upgrades that require outside donors and support. If you are able to donate to the band, send anything to Hibriten High School Band Boosters, 1350 Panther Trail, Lenoir, NC 28645, or call (828) 758-7376 for more information.
I am proud of many things. I am proud that I am a child of God. I am proud to be married to Sheyna, and to be the father of Levi and Sophie. I am proud to be the son of Clarence and Ruth Widener. I am proud of my nephews being saved, baptized, and that one is soon going into the Army.
I am also proud of the four years I spent in the Hibriten High School Band. For four years I played euphonium in that group, and was part of really a special tradition. It was one of the first things I truly learned to apply myself at, and learned to strive to be the best. During my time there I was all-district four years, first chair all-district two of those years, and first chair junior & senior year. I was privileged to get to play with the US Navy Band my junior year, and in three of our four years the HHS Band received Superior ratings at "contest," a judged festival of bands in the district.
Enter Facebook. An alumnus of HHS started a group on the site for Hibriten High School band alumni. being the proud member I am, I joined. Several memories have been shared from members on that site that graduated from the 70s, 80s, 90s, and in the past decade. We have kept up with the current band, discussed issues facing the band, and have garnered ways to support it.
I'm not sure how this came about, but this weekend a project came about called "Loving Lenoir 2011." I do know that much of it was due to the efforts of Dr. Neal Isaac. Tonight, alumni are gathering reunion-style at Sweet T's in uptown Lenoir. Some gathered to do some community work today. Tomorrow there will be a concert featuring many former Hibriten students, including an internationally-renowned soprano.
For me, the highlight was Friday night:
It was nice to know that I somewhat still had it. It was nice to see old and young alike come together for the old school. It was just a banner memory that I will never forget.
Thanks go out to Dr. Isaac for the time he has put in with the Facebook group and for what he did in setting this up. Thanks to Nickey Horner, director at HHS, for letting us do this and for all the accommodation she made for us. Thanks to Kevin Townsend, former director, for first agreeing to this. Thanks to Stephanie Lee, president of the HHS Band Boosters, for all the work she put into this. I don't know who else was involved, but if you read this, thank you as well.
One last thing: things are not the same as they were in our day at HHS. The band does not receive the funding that it used to, and instruments are not in the same condition that they were in. The band has needs for equipment and upgrades that require outside donors and support. If you are able to donate to the band, send anything to Hibriten High School Band Boosters, 1350 Panther Trail, Lenoir, NC 28645, or call (828) 758-7376 for more information.
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