Baptism and the Angels

I had the privilege of witnessing two baptisms last Sunday at pfmchurch.  As always, a powerful time and a great celebration of God’s grace and call to full devotion in following Christ.  Baptism is a public confession, a dunking, right there in front of everyone, where the person getting baptized goes down under the water, only to come back out again (SPLAASH), all clean and new.  I mean, we don’t use shampoo or anything, though the water is chlorinated.  No, baptism is symbolic of a spiritual truth, of identifying with Jesus right down to the depths of death to self, only to rise again in new life.  That’s much much cleaner than any chemical could bring about.   This is an inside, eternal, soul-morphing experience which rearranges everything, even our identity.  As you can imagine, this is a holy, sacred moment which unites heaven and earth in a joyous celebration.  I’ve never seen it, but I would imagine that even the angels rejoice when this happens, flapping their wings and giving each other high-fives.  Perhaps my imagination is reaching on this one.  Perhaps not.

 

 

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Orange Carpet 

I’m sitting in a room that’s all up to date and well decored.  The carpet is beige/gray and green/orange. I like the orange stripe. It represents not more than 1% of the total surface area, yet it plays a big part in the whole tapestry of this commercial grade carpet. 

I like the word tapestry. The threads need each other, whether they know it or not. It would be funny if the orange stripe was sad that it wasn’t thicker. It would be strange if the beige/grey loathed the orange. Because, for crying out loud, it’s carpet. We walk on it with our dirty shoes. There’s a lesson here. What is it?  I’m not sure yet. This, I guess, is just part one. 
  

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Happy Canadian Thanksgiving!

I did a quick search of this RadBlog and discovered that I have never written about Canadian Thanksgiving, which is a travesty because I love Canada and I try to be thankful whenever possible.  According to the internet, it was long ago that the Governor General of Canada said to his fellow Canadians (and the world), that Canadian Thanksgiving is to be “A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed – to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October.”

Here are ten reasons I’m thankful for Canada:

  1. I grew up in Detroit at a time when Cable was just beginning to find its way to our 19″ GoldStar TV.  Until then we spent time watching channel 2 (CBS), 4 (NBC), 7 (ABC) and — a geographic feature of Metro Detroit — channel 9 (CBC Windsor).  I watched more Canadian children’s programming than US, and I think I’m better for it.  There’s no doubt I learned hospitality from The Friendly Giant, problem solving from Today’s Special, and patience for the absurd from Mr. Dressup.
  2. The last letter of the alphabet is Zed, sung like this: QRS, TUV, W, X, Y, and Zed.  They call it Zed.  It rhymes with red and is pronounced Zed.
  3. The Metric System.  Why can’t we accept it in the US?  Because the metric system makes sense and it’s too simple, that’s why.  Of course a mile is 5,280 feet, because George Washington had the… and horses could only travel on land, except it was called maize, and since butter had to be churned…  The imperial system defies logic.
  4. All-Dressed Chips.  Every flavor crammed into one bag of potato chips.  Explosively delicious yet unavailable without a prescription here in the states.
  5. Canadian border agents, while still tough and wildly effective at protecting their land, still seem quite a bit more cordial than their US counterpart.  Just my experience.
  6. The ubiquitous “u” makes for rounder words.  Colour, Flavour, and the rest.  I favour the extra u and request it whenever possible.
  7. During my time at Spring Arbour University, I got to know some  wonderful Canadians, both students and professors.  Some of my favourite friends.  Still are.  The Canadians I’ve known and worked with through the years have always shown the kind of intelligence+chill that I deeply love and appreciate.  I know I’m speaking in generalities here, but I’ve yet to encounter someone from Canada that I didn’t like.  If anything, I’m drawn to them because of my upbringing (see #1).
  8. The geography of Canada holds such variety.  Quebec and Vancouver, the prairies of Saskatchewan and the city of Saskatoon, complex Toronto and simply undiscovered land.  Is sasquatch real?  If so, I’d like to think the family reunion is held annually in Yukon Territory.
  9. Typical sentence with specific Canadian terms = “Please pass the cutlery so I might enjoy this wonderful Kraft Dinner.  Afterwards, I’ll put on my toque and bunnyhug, tie up my runners, and run over to pay my hydro bill before they shut us down and all I have to keep warm is my housecoat.”   Translation = “Canada sure is awesome.”
  10. It’s the people.  Alex, Janice, Glenn, Adam, Rebecca, Angela, Grandpa Jones, and everyone else I’ve met who lived and/or lives there.

Happy TG!

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First 5K

Attention: Davidson Children of my Lineage!

Last Saturday is a day I want to remember, and I want to make sure you know about it, too.  Your mom and I (no joke) ran a 5K together today.  It was through a pumpkin patch, a corn field, and some tall grass likely infested with snakes, which I hate.  Yes we were supposed to be there and no we weren’t trespassing.  It was a fundraiser for Parent to Parent, an awesome organization in SouthWest Michigan which helps parents (like us) help Lexi (one of the three of you) and families (all of us) get support and give support, too.   We’ve learned that organizations like this are key to a family like ours, and it seemed like running a little bit was a small price to pay for such a major impact for many.

Mom wore bib #92 and I wore #93.  For her, it was one of several 5K’s but for me it was a maiden voyage.  First of all, I’m not built to run.  Mine is more of a “mover of couches” frame.  Secondly, I was in no shape to run at the beginning of this year.  Now that I’ve decided — against the deepest wishes of my poor body that I will run — the ol’ frame has finally given in and dropped some of the ballast that made running an impossible chore to begin with.  Now I run.  Not fast, but fast enough.  Semis can go on the freeway, though they’re not the fastest ones out there, and I am but a Freightliner.

This was a small triumph for yours truly, weighing in at about 265 yet running alongside hordes of skinny people who make good time, wear professional runner threads, carb up for a good reason, and get high from the experience.  I plan on doing this more, as long as my kneecaps don’t explode and my innards obey the rules of good public citizenship.

Most important, though, was the experience of running next to your mom.  Looking over at her and running on purpose, not because something was wrong or chasing us, but because we want to live life, was such a joy.  Her slow running is my fast walking, if you can imagine, and I looked like a bad Monty Python sketch for a while.  But, my children, I’ve learned that no one runs to maintain dignity.  I am happy to say that I can finally experience this firsthand.

Speaking of hands, it was Emily’s hand I was holding as we ran across the 5K finish line. Someone took our picture, and as soon as I can find it, I’ll put it here.  I want to remember, and I wanted to make sure you knew about it, too.

A year ago, I would’ve told you that this was an impossible feat.  My body, and not just my feet, would’ve agreed.  But there I was — there we were — hand in hand, being cheered on by wonderful strangers, and running because it was the right thing to do on a rainy October morning in Gobles, Michigan.

 

 

 

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Why are Christians _____________?

This Sunday at pfmchurch we’re starting a series called Why: Asking the Big Questions.   From October 2 – November 20, we will be fielding questions about God, the church, and Christianity — and the questions will come from churched and unchurched alike.  We’re not sure exactly how we’re going to collect the questions, but we do know that why is a powerful word that hopefully gives permission to ask real questions.

I recently saw a video where Leonard Sweet  showed how Google auto-fills our search queries in order to save time.  Google’s algorithm calls up the most often searched terms.  For example, if I type in Are aliens it will likely auto-fill the word real, since that is a common search.  In his demonstration, Sweet shows what happens  when you type in a phrase like why are Christians

The results are abysmal and don’t make Christianity seem even remotely like something you’d want to be part of. I was surprised to not only see it demonstrated but also to experience it myself when I tried.  Google suggests things like why are christians so mean (a top result) or why does my church seem dead (a top result) and why don’t churches have wifi?

We live in a post-enlightenment world where Christianity seems therapeutic and okay for some people at best and destructively bigoted at worst.  Oh, and our wifi sucks.

So, as I was thinking about this Fall, I felt like this could be an interesting series to tackle.  I have a few disclaimers:

  • The church and the pastors are not meant to be an answer factory.  We are journeying together through this thing called life.
  • Indeed we do have scripture, reason, tradition, and experience that certainly informs the faith of Christ followers, but there’s no doubt that Christianity is chock-full of mystery and theodicy — stuff that just plain doesn’t make sense.
  • I don’t think it’s likely, or healthy, for a mere mortal to convince someone of transformative spiritual truth.  Only the Holy Spirit can do that.  On one hand, this takes the pressure off of me, but on the other hand, this may sound cowardly to an unbelieving world.
  • I hope that unchurched/dechurched/defrocked/post-Christian atheists will be there.  I also hope that Christians will be there.  We should be ready to tackle this discussion.  If our faith can’t stand up to some kicking of the tires, then what kind of faith do we have?  That’s right: a Pontiac Aztec.

I’m not sure what question to begin with this Sunday, October 2.  Should it be why are Christians so mean or maybe why does God allow evil or why can’t Christians have premarital sex?  Still praying about that.  Not premarital sex… I mean about the topic in general.

If you have any insight (I know the internet speaks widely on this topic) or suggested questions that you or “your friend” might be wondering about, I welcome them here on RadBlog or on the facebook.com/radamdavidson

Here’s a cool graphic that the people I work with made.  It’s neat:

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The Crown

I wore this crown at a meeting, but it was intended to make a point.  The picture was taken by someone at the table, and I’m unsure if it was for the sake of keeping a record or perhaps building a case for something more serious.

This crown has been in my care since college. I bought it at Target in Jackson, Michigan on November 1, 2000. The only reason I know the date is because it was on a post-Halloween clearance sale.  So I started wearing it around Ormston Hall and other select sites around the beautiful campus of Spring Arbor University.  Now, 15+ years later, I still keep it around, but mostly as a reminder of what I’m not (the King).  Jesus is the King, and I’m not.  Revelation has a pretty stark reminder of this eternal fact, where the throneroom of Jesus is littered with crowns in recognition and honor of the One at the center.  My crown, usually a mix of self-sufficiency and self-righteousness, has no business in the presence of Jesus.  In fact, it looks about as ridiculous as a clearance-sale Halloween costume.

Nonetheless, it’s a good reminder of who’s who.  Every day is another chance to take our crowns off, as an act of disobedience to our own selfish will and loving obedience to the King who gave Himself for us.

Your "Majesty"...

Your “Majesty”…

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Ode to Hoodie

If you’re like me, you enjoy a good Hoodie.  Hoodies (AKA Hooded Sweatshrts, Huggies, Hoodrows) are about to become ubiquitous here in Southwest Michigan and areas with  a similar climate.  Hoodies keep us together — both individually and corporately — like no other item of clothing.  With a hoodie you can go to a party, a meeting, a store, a football game, a hike, and even change the oil in your Jeep.  I know that because I’ve done all of these and more whilst wearing a hoodie.  With their convenient hats and marsupial unipockets, hoodies are just another proof of intelligent design inspired by intelligent design.

This rainy day is only a prelude to a hoodie.  I remind all my fellow Michiganders (and Indianaites and Wisconsonians and Ohioans and THE Ohioans) to think now about your hoodie strategy, for lo, the autumn cometh.  Hoodie wants to be there, too.

 

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The Consequence of Paying Attention is Wisdom.

I started running church sound at a young age.  Back then we ran everything in the Sunday worship service through an Electro Voice 16 channel audio board, model BK-1642.  Each fader controlled the volume of each individual mic and sound source, typically comprising of a piano, organ, instrument mics, a worship leader, a gaggle of singers, and then the ol’ standbys of church sound: the pastor’s mic, the pulpit mic, the line input for karaoke music ministry soundtracks.  Each individual channel routed sound to the main speaker and also had different levels for stage monitors, ancillary spaces, and the master cassette recording for the very active tape ministry.  It was 1993.  I was still in Junior High, spending my time either at the church or at an old store called “Radio Shack”, though they sold much more than radios and were usually upgraded from shack to at least a strip mall.  Occasionally I’d have a “Shack Attack,” which by the way has no relation to the NBA, except that maybe Shaq hit his head on a doorway of a Radio Shack in an attempt to buy a 1K ohm resistor, which doesn’t seem very Shaq like.  In those days, Radio Shack sold everything, including mics, mixers, tape decks, and the ubiquitous Tandy Computer, and my Shack Attack meant I had to go get my free battery of the month.  These were strange times.

I had some excellent teachers in my life, and I’m not just talking about the patient educators that carried me through public school from c to shining c.  I refer to the musicians, the worship leaders, the pastors, the experienced managers and show runners who were willing to answer my questions and let me awkwardly watch in the shadows.  This, by the way, is why I fit right in at Radio Shack.

Looking back, I find myself especially thankful for all the lessons I received while learning to run sound.  Church audio is a bit like doing air traffic control.  No, the operator errors aren’t nearly as catastrophic, though every church sound tech knows what it’s like to be stared down when something goes wrong.  They hardly ever get recognized for keeping it all together, but miss a mic cue or leave a pastor’s mic on while he’s in the restroom, and suddenly he’s shunned like a Judas Junior.

The best way to run sound is to not be noticed.  How does one avoid detection?  By not missing something in the service.  How does one not miss something?  By paying close attention.  A good sound tech will slide a fader up when someone up front grabs a mic and starts-a-talkin’.  A great sound tech will watch and anticipate human behavior based on previous experience and say “I bet they’re going to pick up the mic…” and keep their hand on the fader just in case.  If it’s a particularly busy service, this kind of thought process — anticipating what could happen and taking some pre-steps to be ready — might take place over 100 times.  This is why church techs take long naps on Sunday afternoons.  Not only is it biblical, it’s required for sanity.

Sure, how-to knowledge is found in books, imparted through anecdotes, dispensed through instructional videos (plus ads).  Wisdom, which is knowledge applied at the right time and in the right way, can only come through experience.  Paying attention is what translates experience to wisdom.  A good memory and a mind that says “I’m going to avoid that next time” helps, too.

It was always hard to watch a crash and burn from the sound board in the back of the room.  Wireless mics being left off or switched off when they were already on, while the speaker fiddled with the switches and people shouted “your mic’s not on,” even though the only switch is on the mic itself and nothing can be done from the back except for awkward hand motions that only lead to more confusion and unintended plane landings.  Such chaos, and it’s not the fault of the tech, though few realize this. Meanwhile someone in the pews is praying about throwing a hymnal at you.  You know… in Jesus’ name and all.

A sound guy I know named Jim figured out a way to make it so that wireless handheld mics couldn’t be turned on and off — it’s no more complicated yet just as effective as the kind of latch guard you might put on your kitchen cupboards to keep the toddlers out.  It works.  It’s brilliant.  It’s not done everyplace.  Today’s mic have lockouts and little tasers that reinforce behaviors, but back then, it was all 9 volts and huge, tempting switches.

Knowledge says “well, if they turned it off, it’s their fault.”  Wisdom says “As the sound guy, I’m going to get the blame anyway, so I’m going to make this mic switch foolproof.”  Wisdom wins the day.  The mic is left on and small catastrophe has been avoided again.  Behold the unsung hero: the church tech.

Consider, though, the steps that lead up to rightly applied knowledge.  It’s like a big phat math problem:

Knowledge + Human Nature + Experience + Lessons Learned + Proactive Steps + Adaptation + Fresh Batteries + Good reflexes = the wisdom of running sound.

I keep thinking about how this can be applied to all of life.  As a husband… as a father… as a friend… as a leader.  Many of my foibles draw back to misapplied knowledge = lack of wisdom = foolishness.

No wonder the book of Proverbs tells us to go after wisdom more than we would gold, or, by extension, our own comfort and meh.

God likes it when we chase wisdom because 1) He is wise and has created us in His image and 2) He wants what is best for His creation.  The Heavenly Father wants His daughters and sons to pursue wisdom because, in doing so, they are pursuing Him.  Oh, and that’s the best and most mysterious part: God dispenses wisdom freely to those who ask for it by faith.  He says “what? He wants wisdom and he want it so they can better love me and love others?  Here ya go, kid!”

My challenge is to make sure we’re both asking for and paying attention to the methods of developing good wisdom that already exist by God’s design.  The Consequence of Paying Attention is Wisdom.  He has made us to pay attention — to watch, learn, apply, and to have the humility that leads to wisdom.  Surrounded by teachers?  We all are.  I see that in a way I didn’t before.

Aha!

Wisdom!

Thankful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Those Chip Readers

Anybody else driven mad by the weirdness of the chip readers at stores across this fine continent?  When it comes time to tender your payment, you bust out your credit/debt card with the snazzy and ultra secure chip built in and then freeze — to chip or to swipe?  The chip reader slots are often out of my view as a tall person, so I end up feeling around like some kind of doctor to robots as I reach under the reader to examine for the right place.  How…rude.

Meanwhile the screen on the card reader is asking for money.  Lights blink and your stuff is bagged yet there you are — trying without success to jam the card into the thing.  After a few failures in many stores, I’ve started breaking the tension by asking the cashier a simple question: are we chippin’ or slidin’ today?

“Are we chippin’ or slidin’ today?”

So I chip and it works — like 60% of the time.  Or I slide and it works, but then it doesn’t work, and I try the chip.  And then the cashier tries the chip, muttering about these things not working.  The tension builds in the growing line behind me as I seriously consider becoming the kind of guy who carries around a wad of cabbage for day to day spending.  It’s just that most stores don’t take cabbage, except for your Canadian Farmer’s Markets, and that’s when they get you with the exchange rate.  What in the world is Bok Choy?

Am I alone in my struggles?  I dunno.  It seems like the thing that’s supposed to work isn’t working.  Things that are designed to work are supposed to work.  Why doesn’t this work?

SO

I propose that we go back to the old credit card FWIP FWIP machine.  Remember what I’m talking about?  With the triplicate carbon papers and the raised card numbers to make a crude imprint from your “Bank Card”?  Here’s a picture:

Rusted from ambient moisture, yellowed from the sun, and incredibly reliable.

So maybe this isn’t a good idea, but it worked and we liked it that way.  Okay, so maybe we didn’t like it that way.  In fact, maybe I’m too spoiled by convenience to appreciate the wonder of money changing hands without me ever touching cabbage.  Or those filthy dollar bills.  Like they’ve been saying at Yahoo: “I bet we’ll have it all figured out a year from now.”

I bet we’ll have it all figured out a year from now   – Yahoo!

 

Ah, the price we pay… to make it easier to pay.  Not such a big problem after all, but a nice distraction in these days.  I’ll just take another sip of this Sumatra blend and call it a day.

At least coffee still works right.

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Proverbs 1 [Audio]

Sometimes it helps to listen and listen again.  Here’s Proverbs 1, just the NIV 2011 without any commentary.  I’m working on a new series on Wisdom that will start in August.  Our plan is to read through all of Proverbs — one chapter per day — and to gain a heart of wisdom authored by God Himself.  I put it here because it makes it super easy to access it without eating up precious space on my iPhone (16GB).

 

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