• Parental Supervision Not Required
     
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  • Purposeful Worship
     
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  • Reflection
     
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  • Spiritual Building
     
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  • The Day the TV Died
     
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Parental Supervision Not Required

Last year we added a small flock of chickens to our little tenth of an acre subdeveloped slice of the american dream.  For several months, we’ve kept our chickens inside the coop and run I built for them – letting them out only when we were within sight of them for fear of some predator devouring them in a frenzy.  Fearing a night attack by raccoons or foxes, I built the coop so securely that sometimes I’ve even had trouble getting in or out of it.

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Inside the coop is an abundant supply of feed, an automatic waterer, nests, heat and lights on timers…pretty much everything a chicken needs for survival (and comfort).

What more could a chicken want or need?

Did you know that the humble little barnyard chickens that faithfully keep our fridges stocked with fresh supplies of eggs are descendants of the Red Junglefowl of Southern Asia?  Red Junglefowl range freely across lush forests and oil palm estates foraging for insects, greens, fruits and seeds – doing exactly what they were made to do.

 

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I like to think of my flock as jungle fowl.

And that’s helped me buy into the free-range concept.  When I leave for work in the morning, I let the chickens out of the coop.  Not that there aren’t limits – my yard is still fenced in – but they are free to roam within those bounds.  Occasionally I’ll find one that has slipped away and I have to bring her back in, but I’ve had very few problems with them.  In fact, allowing them to free range has been beneficial to me and the chickens.  They are getting a wider variety of food and exercise and I’m spending less on feed and getting more eggs from them.  It’s also a thrill to see them run to me when I come home from work (surely that couldn’t have anything to do with the handful of corn I throw out for them).

Free-Range Kids

While googling information on free ranging chickens, I stumbled across the site “Free-Range Kids” and absolutely fell in love with the concept.  Lenore Skenazy is the author of the website and wrote the book by the same name.  You know who she is.  She’s the awesome mom that let her 9 year old son make his way home by himself on the New York subway a couple of years ago.  She wrote a column about it [Read it here] that received a lot of criticism and praise.  The blog and book are a result of her sharing her style of parenting which differs so drastically with what we’re all being taught.  It’s really nothing more than common sense – which her blog describes as treating a child “as a smart, young, capable individual, not an invalid who needs constant attention and help.”  I like that.  I haven’t gotten to pick up a copy of her book yet, but I’ve been reading her site and like what I’ve seen.  Her book is on my Amazon wishlist.  This recent entry really captured my attention:  Calling All Teachers & Principals! Free-Range Kids in the Schools.  It described a student who made an “independence cake” which involved walking to the grocery store alone, purchasing all the ingredients, making a cake and then making a presentation of her experiences.  What an awesome idea!  I couldn’t wait to try something similar with my kids.

My daughter is nine.  She hasn’t gotten to roam very far from us in the past.  We’re not helicopter parents by any means, but we’ve always kept a watch on our kids.  She’s getting old enough for some free ranging.  She’s ready for it, she needs it and I had a plan to start her out.  Tonight I took her to a grocery store at the height of the after-work rush right before we’re expected to get some wintery precipitation (for those of you not from The South – that means that there is inevitably a brutal buying frenzy on milk and bread underway and normally polite Southern ladies will run you down for the last loaf of Bunny Bread).  It wasn’t until we were in the parking lot that I filled her in on what she was about to do.

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I gave her $10 in cash, our store discount card and a list of three items I wanted her to buy:  1 gallon of 2% milk, a pack of any size reduced fat American Cheese and a pack of any size of turkey bacon.  She had the freedom to chose between brands and sizes but it had to total up to less than $10.  I reminded her about sales tax and sent her on her way.  With the $10 limit, I knew she was going to have to do some budgeting and decision making.

 

 

2013 01 24 19.40.08 300x225 Parental Supervision Not RequiredAbout 15 minutes later, she came out grinning from ear to ear with her groceries in hand.  The total price was $9.88.  Within budget and she picked some decent stuff, Yay!.

Everyone’s a Stranger in a Strange New World

I asked her what it was like shopping by herself.  She said that it was scary because there were so many adults around.  I asked if anyone in particular scared her.  She described a man asking her if she needed help when she was trying to find the “reduced fat” cheese.  She said that she was confused because she didn’t know what the word “reduced” meant.  She eventually saw it written on some of the packs.  I asked her how she answered the man.  She said that she told him “no”, that she didn’t need any help.  I asked her why she turned down help when she needed it.  She answered with what we’ve all been taught…”I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”  I asked her how she decided what to buy.  She said that she had to dig a crayon out of her purse and add up prices to figure out which cheese and bacon she could afford.  When asked if she enjoyed it, I received an emphatic “Yes!” followed up with the question, “Am I responsible now?”  Yes you are sweetie.  You’re getting more responsible  every day.

Later in the evening, I gave her a short writing assignment.  I asked her to tell her story and gave her the following prompts:

  1. What did you do tonight?
  2. What decisions did you have to make?
  3. What was it like and how did it make you feel?
  4. What did you learn?
  5. Come up with a creative title for your story.

Here’s what she came up with:

My Life as an Adult

Tonight I went to the grocery store by myself.  But I only had ten dollars.  I had to decide what I was going to buy.  Also I had to determine if I was getting cheap stuff.  It was like I was surrounded by adults.  It made me feel unsafe and scared.  But I learned to count my money and do it for real.  Also I learned it’s fun to shop by yourself.

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I’m proud of her.  She handled an unfamiliar situation extremely well.  She learned some important lessons about life and developed more confidence in her own abilities.  I learned some important lessons too – that the things we as parents say have a tremendous impact on the way our kids view the world around them and that we can be surprised by how capable our kids really are (I was shocked when she came out in less than 15 minutes – sometimes it takes me that long just to decide between two brands that are only 10 cents different in price).  I encourage you to try it with your kids.  Find something intentional that you can do to give you both a “free-range” experience.  I promise you’ll both learn from it.  If you do, I’d love to read about it in the comments.

Purposeful Worship

 

As Lauren and I have looked for a church, one of the main things that We’ve been hung up on is the worship format. And by “worship format” I’m talking about the singing, preaching and whatever else goes on during the main service.  For the two of us, our experience is pretty limited to baptist traditions in the strain of Southern Baptists and Independent Fundamental Baptists with some experience in the last few years with non-denominational, more informal, but still baptistic-styles of worship.

I don’t feel entirely comfortable with what I’ve experienced.  A lot of times, I feel like I’m left wanting something a bit deeper or more substantial.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy some of the more contemporary praise and worship and I certainly enjoy southern gospel, but a lot of times, for me, the worship experience in these formats seems disjointed or even theologically shallow.  That may not be your experience, but it’s mine.  So, I’ve been looking for something different, something a bit more intentional…purposeful worship.

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When I was in seminary, I took a course called “Ministry of Worship”.  It ended up being one of the most thought-provoking classes that I’ve had. Basically, we studied the question: “what should a worship service look like and why?” It’s not just about singing songs we like just because we like the way they sound and how they make us feel. Whatever format is used, there should be a purpose behind it, a movement of focus throughout the service. At the church we’ve been visiting, the worship service has seemed more intentional than other places we’ve been. The songs, readings, prayers, and preaching have had common threads running through them. This morning, we noticed in the bulletin that visitors were encouraged to pick up a “welcome” folder that had more info about the church. I grabbed one and it had some great info in it. What stood out from other places we’ve been is the care and theological depth that was crafted into the info about the church. One section in particular that grabbed my eye was “How we Worship”, which read:

“Our worship is biblical in that it is shaped by the movement of God’s redemptive story in Scripture. Each week our worship takes us through God’s story of redemption so that our lives become patterned into His story. Worship enables us to bring our lives to God, re-enter His story of redemption, and be dismissed as redemptively-shaped people going out into the world. Specifically, that means that our worship moves from preparation to adoration to confession to proclamation to dedication.”

I absolutely love that description of this church’s worship style, and it accurately describes what I’ve experienced in their services.  Even my kids have picked up on the difference.  I was surprised when they told us that they liked going to this church better than the popular, more contemporary church we’ve been at for the last couple of years.  They seem to be picking up on the idea that they are there for a purpose, not to be entertained, but to participate, learn and “move” toward God and others.

This church also describes their worship as:

“liturgical in that it practices the rhythm of the Christian calendar.  As we move through the year, our worship moves us through the seasons of Advent, Christmas, Epiphany, Lent, Easter, and Ordinary Time.  In conjunction with the seasons we use the traditional liturgical colors.”

Until recently, my religious heritage has been completely void of any experience with the Christian calendar or any of the traditional liturgical forms of worship.  In fact, I would venture as far as to say that many of the churches and pastors I’ve been connected to would warn against anything that even hints at traditional liturgy as “vain repetition” or “too Roman.”  I don’t think that they rightly understand or appreciate liturgical worship. There’s a great post over at The Internet Monk – Another Look: Church Year Spirituality – that explains the Christian calendar and lays out some very good reasons for incorporating it into worship.  The Internet Monk referenced Robert Webber’s “Ancient Future Time: Forming Spirituality Through the Christian Year” for a deeper look at the Christian calendar, and a closer look at Webber’s work led me to adding his “Ancient Future Faith: Rethinking Evangelicalism for a Postmodern World” to my reading wishlist. This connection with the past is something that’s been lacking in my Christian experience.

I like the tradition and symbolism of this worship format and it brings me a bit closer to understanding where I’m at in my faith and spiritual journey.

Reflection

Buffett 300x225 ReflectionI was only at the beach for three days.  It was supposed to be an annual fishing trip with men from my dad’s church, but I haven’t done any fishing on this trip in years.  I’m not much of a surf fisherman (or much of a patient fisherman for that matter).  Instead, I look forward to this trip as an opportunity to read and enjoy local food.  This year was no exception.  I read my books and found some excellent food in the Emerald Isle, NC area.  If you’re down there, try the seafood bisque @ Flipperz and chowder @ Chowdaheads on Emerald Isle and crab cakes @ Crabby Patty’s in Havelock.

Something seemed a bit different on this trip.  I felt a bit more reflective about life.  Maybe it had to do with some personal things, maybe it was the particular selection of books I took with me.  I finished up Tuesdays with Morrie.  I can’t say that it changed me profoundly as some reviewers have claimed, but maybe the ideas raised in the book of facing death and living a more considerate life put me in a reflective mood.  I also made it halfway through Jimmy Buffett’s A Pirate Looks at Fifty envying him for having the means and leisure to go island hopping in a sea plane.  I also started on Blue Horizons: Dispatches from Distant Seas in which Beth Leonard recounts her experiences circumnavigating the globe for a second time.  As if those three books weren’t enough for a three day vacation, I also managed to slip in a couple of chapters from Chapman’s Piloting & Seamanship and The Simple Living Guide.  What I’m left with is a desire for a life less ordinary (if life can be less ordinary than what mine already is).  Wondering what it would be like to pull up roots, shed ties to the land and set sail for bluer waters and lower latitudes.

Spiritual Building

I’m currently reading “The Builders” by Joseph Fort Newton. A foundational concept in Newton’s book is that physical constructions are also spiritual expressions.

Man is not only a planter and a builder, but a mystic and a thinker. For such a being, especially in primitive times, any work was something more than itself; it was a truth found out. In becoming useful it attained some form, enshrining at once a thought and a mystery
-Joseph Fort Newton

Reading this prompted me to pause and reflect on my own experience building and making things. I’ve never before thought of my projects as a form of spiritual expression, but rather more a mental exercise and practice of skill. This opened my eyes to more clearly view the spiritual aspect of building:

The first great impulse of all architecture was need, honest response to the demand for shelter; but this demand included a home for the soul, not less than a roof over the head. Even in response to primary need, there was something spiritual which carried it beyond provision for the body
- Joseph Fort Newton

In my own experience, I find resonance with Newton’s words. There is an element of spirituality in manipulating our physical world. Creation, after all, is an attribute which we share with The Deity. We are not only endowed with this attribute by The Creator, but He has also given us a mandate to subdue the created world. This process of subduing can be an act of worship, the end result a spiritual expression and a testimony of faith in the creation of something beautiful. Regarding beauty, what is it? In my projects, I find beauty expressed in symmetry, balance and proportion. Perhaps this is ingrained in our being, a reflection of the divine image, a visible spiritual expression of order brought to chaos.

These are new thoughts to me and lend a whole new perspective to what drives me to create and shape my environment – it is, presently, the dwelling place of the soul.

The Day the TV Died

Everyone remembers September 11th. I’m worried that my kids are more apt to recall September 10th, 2012, the day our tv died. The 50″ plasma centerpiece of our living room suddenly conked out. I can’t say that I’m tremendously disappointed. I’m not much of a tv watcher, but I enjoy HGTV, Food Network, and a handful of shows (usually heavy on snarkiness, Boston Legal, Parks & Rec and such). But, I could do without. Internet access, that’s another story. But I’m not discussing my addictions. My kids keep disappearing. We find them at my mom’s or grandma’s houses a few doors down, huddled around TVs in dark back bedrooms like little junkies getting a fix. I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

Like a good DIYer, I tried to fix it myself (even though I know nothing about TV electronics). When I first opened it up and saw a few capacitors with bulging tops, I thought it wouldn’t be so hard to repair, only 6 points to solder.

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Nevermind that I haven’t soldered anything before. Actually, the soldering part wasn’t that difficult with my brother there to get me started (he repairs biomed equipment). Apparently, the capacitors weren’t the only faulty bits. We tinkered some more, but when I accidentally discharged 500 volts from a capacitor into the TV frame, which was uncomfortably close to my hand, I decided Plasma TV repair doesn’t quit fit into my life right now. I’ve also learned from previous repair projects that I’m prone to spending more time and money fixing something than I would have if I just replaced it. This felt like a good prospect for replacement. Off to Best Buy…

I fully intended to buy a new 51″ Samsung Plasma that Best Buy had “on sale” for $549. The salesman and manager changed my mind when they wouldn’t match or beat the $529 price that they had on it a few weeks back. Sears has the same TV in sale for the same price. I could probably get them to at least beat Best Buy’s price. I even tried giving Sears a call while I was in Best Buy, but that was aggravating; apparently, calls to the local Sears store number are routed through a corporate call center. I decided we don’t need a TV. Some books and sunshine will do all of us some good.