Friday, September 26, 2008
Change. I've never been a big fan of that word. This week, there's a lot of change going on at my job. And I'll be the first to admit, I don't like it. I don't like moving offices. I don't like changing job titles. And if I hear the phrase, "we're going to stretch you" one more time, I'm going to punch somebody. I hate the corporate mentality that says we have to keep making our way up the ladder or else we're considered complacent, lazy. What's wrong with liking the way things are and wanting to stay there for awhile? I'm a firm believer in the Peter Principle. If you're not familiar with it, basically, it says that you can be promoted beyond your usefulness. Indeed, in my career, I've seen many people who are really good at their jobs get promoted to jobs where they're extremely incompetent. A job well done, it seems, is rewarded with a promotion...until the job is no longer done well. I'm also a firm believer in the adage, "If it an't broke, don't fix it." And this week, we're "fixing" a lot of things at work that were, in my opinion, working just fine. Nay, they were working better than they ever have before. It's frustrating. Disappointing. And it has stolen much of the joy I got from my job. But I'm happy to have a job that allows me to put food on the table. I'm glad that I can support my family with my career. So, I smile...play nice...and continue climbing the ladder to incompetence.
Monday, September 22, 2008
This past weekend I sang on the worship team at my home church, Rocky Mountain Calvary. It was such a nice release. I can honestly say that I desperately needed it.
Just before one of the services, the entire worship team was backstage with pastor Eric, when the conversation turned to football. Eric said, "I could take it or leave it. I don't really need to watch the games, just hear the scores once they're over."
WHAT!!??? My jaw dropped. My eyes bulged. My heart raced. What sort of human is this? What sort of being doesn't live vicariously through his/her football team? I'm sorry. This does not compute.
Needless to say, I'm a fan. As in short for fanatic. As in my life is seriously affected by how well my team does. I can get physically ill if my team is playing poorly--I kid you not. I'm a diehard Dallas Cowboys fan, so you can pretty much guess that I've been physically ill for the past 11 years--at least during football season. This year, the team looks good. (But it's still early in the season, and as the Patriots learned, anything can happen.)
That got me to thinking though. I wonder why? Why are there so many fans, like myself, who take the game so seriously? At the risk of being completely transparent, wouldn't it be nice if I was as passionate about my job as I am about my football team? Or what if I was as passionate about my religion as I am about football? Some fans I know are more passionate about their team than their own family. Though my wife may say I get there sometimes myself, I'm not quite that bad.
I don't think.
I may be.
I guess, in a way, it's sad what we choose to be passionate about. When I'm gone, if someone ever asks "What was Tim passionate about?" I don't want the only answer to be, "The Dallas Cowboys." I want people to know I'm also passionate about my family, being a dad...I'm passionate about making honest music that people can relate to. I'm passionate about releasing children from poverty. I'm passionate about finding meaning in this life. And I want to be known for being a passionate follower of Christ. I've still got work to do in those areas, but I want my passion to grow. You could say I'm passionate about being passionate! Ha!
What are you passionate about?
Friday, September 12, 2008
Dear friends, Today, I open up in a way I never have before on this blog. Today, a little brutal honesty: Truth is... I am struggling with a "thorn in my flesh" that has plagued me for a long time now. I don't want to go into details, but this is something I just haven't been able to overcome. And I'm tired of it. It's beating me up, affecting my home life, my job and my friendships (or lack thereof). Truth is... I am human...a soul wrapped up in a weak, fragile mass of bone, muscle, fat, nerves and tissues. But sometimes that weak shell is more powerful than me. And lately, it's winning this internal battle that I deal with. The spirit is willing...truly willing and aching to be whole. Truth is... I need transformation. I need healing. I need to muster up strength of will like I have never been able to before. I need to stop putting it off as "just something I'll always have to deal with." I need to overcome. Truth is... It's embarrassing to even have to ask for help. But I'm there. I'm broken to that point. I need your prayers.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
You know, sometimes God's blessings are small. Sometimes they are huge. In this case, it's a small blessing thats huge! My wife and I just recently found out that baby #2 is on the way. Yep...hard to believe, but there's gonna be another little Glenn runnng around! I'm not sure why, but it still doesn't seem real. It took me forever to comprehend that Morgan was coming into our lives. (Now I can't imagine life without him.) And now he's going to be a big brother. And I'm overtaken by emotions and memories from Morgan's birth--holding him for the first time, his tiny hand wrapped around my finger...itty bitty toes. And I'm told that this is normal, but I worry about how I could possibly love another child the way I love my firstborn. It's incomprehensible right now. And so exciting. Wow. Projected due date is April 10th. Please keep us in prayer as we try to prepare for this little one. Financially...emotionally...pray for Jen's health and the baby's health...and, we've also got to tackle some space issues. Our little house is suddenly going to start feeling a little cramped!