US Election

All right, one post on the topic… that’s all I’ve got.

First: No, I am not American.  But since all my forms of media have fed me nothing but the election for months now, I’m automatically entitled to an opinion, I figure.

And what is that opinion?  It breaks down into a few dominant thoughts…

1) FINALLY.

No, that’s not the race-conscious part of me celebrating the arrival of a first-time black president, though I DO like the visual confirmation that this is possible.  For me, it’s simpler: I’m just glad this election is finally over!  Seriously.  It’s like seeing previews every day for a film that’s due out next year.  By the time the flick’s released, I’d be ready to boycott the whole thing.  So… sick of watching the campaigns and then the elections and then the real campaigns and then the real election…

Well, I’m just happy to finally get the chance now to observe the elected.

2) PALIN

If I were American, I’d have been tempted (though not likely overcome by the temptation) to vote for McCain.  He seems like a classy fellow, who’s not always strapped to his party’s line.  He’s not flashy, but I think he’s a fellow some substance.  And it’s refreshing to say that about a politician.  So I MIGHT have voted McCain… until he chose Palin as his running mate.  Then it was sealed.  I must say that she makes me nervous.  She’s a woman of faith, a follower of Christ.  But I heard her say some BIZARRE things that tied “the will of God” to things like the Iraq war and a pipeline that will connect Alaska to the rest of the country.

Sorry, which God were we speaking of, Sarah?!

Readers of this blog will know that you almost never find political discussion here.  Frankly, the whole realm tires me.  Political blog junkies should instead hit the occasional posts of my friends: HERE or HERE or even HERE (if you like iSketches).  However, I’m informed enough to know that whoever leads the US has a whole lot of opportunity to do good or harm to the world as we know it right now.

And that’s why Ms. Palin freaked me out.

Because there IS something to be feared when people entrusted with political power begin tying the “God’s Will” tag on to all that they do.  They become like the popes of old, who “infallibly” did terrible things, but were beyond question.  And those who did question were labeled as idiots or traitors or worse.

A professor of mine once voiced his concern for the twistedness that often happens when people of faith become political leaders.  I’d like to argue that such a thing never happens.  I’d like to declare that it’s just no so.  However, history isn’t on my side.  It seems that Jesus’ people, when power is placed in their hands, quickly depart from Jesus’ way.  Give Peter a sword, and someone will get cut up.  Create a Constantinople, and we’ll grab swords again and use them as conversion tools.

This isn’t a silly comment that people of faith can never lead politically.  We all know otherwise.  And I desperately HOPE otherwise too.  However, Ms. Palin’s revelation of what she believes to be God’s priorities in the world today made me more than a bit nervous.  So a vote to keep her far from the presidency… to me, that was a good vote this time around.

3) PERSPECTIVE

Besides the overwhelming “as much positive touch on our world as possible”, I hope that Obama’s election serves to simply shake up the categories some.  I’ve met a large number of American Christians who seem to buy the idea that Republican = Christian.  Now, I willingly plead ignorance to the intricacies of what makes a Democrat a Democrat or a Republican a Republican.  But American voices that have influenced me like Shane Claiborne, Tony Campolo, Derek Webb, Brian McLaren, Peter Ralph (Canadian), Stan Helton, and more have all planted solid questions in me that make such a simplistic equation… well… simplistic.

So now we’ve got this “freak” as president: A man of colour, a man of faith, a Democrat!  I’m not specifically an Obama fan, but Obama… I’m pulling for you.  I’m praying for your family.  I’m asking that unusual amounts of wisdom and grace will be yours.  Your getting elected has dared many to dream of what’s possible in world politics and on our own continent.  I’m really hoping that your presidency will now give us even bigger dreams of good that can be done in our world.  I hope your leadership will be such that it blows our little categories apart and makes us reconsider our world and our Maker.

End of ignorant political post.

One Month

My little girl turned a month old last week.  That surely calls for a few pictures!

1) A month old and here’s my best buddy.  He says he’s Canadian, but that sweater says “winter wimp” if I’ve ever seen one.  Watch how it’s done, Bear!

2) My dad says I’m beautiful…

3) I was teaching Dad how to flamenco dance (And yes, the facial expression is KEY to flamenco!)

4) Catching some Z’s with my trusty sheep watching over me.

5) I listened attentively as Dad taught me a priceless Halloween tip: If you don’t have a costume, just put your pants on your head.  Thanks Dad.

Updated

For those who care, the Speaking page has been updated.  My couple weeks of recent holiday time had me falling behind.  But for the moment, I’m all caught up.

Enjoy the couple weeks of guest speakers!

Our Favourite Number

24.

November 23.

Jack’s back

Don’t call us that night.  The phone will not get answered.

Slightly cheesy trailer below…

Slicing Mortgages with Kimbo and Me

So I’ve been thinking…

I’m no MMA (mixed martial arts) fan.  It’s just too brutal for me.  But I an avid enough sports reader that it comes across my path every now and then.  Now I’ll admit that the childhood WWF fan in me still lives in a back room, so a sliver of me is intrigued by this violent sport.  But I honestly don’t have the stomach to watch more than a few moments.  Ask me to name five MMA stars, and I’d be stumped.

But I do know Kimbo Slice.

An entire enterprise (called Elite XC) built itself around Kimbo Slice.  They hyped him as the baddest man on earth (or something like that) and played up his street fighter persona at every turn.

And at some level, it worked.  Media heads turned and some pay-per-views were purchased.

But two weeks ago, it all came crashing down.  Kimbo got knocked out in 13 seconds by an MMA nobody.  And the myth was shattered.

Kimbo may have been a significant street brawler in his day.  But he’s never been a quality MMA fighter, and now that was public knowledge.

The illusion was over.

Moving on…

You can’t go a day without hearing some reference to the American (and tied to it, the Canadian) economy.

At a recent lectureship I attended, an older American man put the situation out on the table.  He said, “You know why the American economy is in trouble?  Because it’s filled with greedy people and liars.”

He went on to speak of mortgage brokers and banks who pushed/allowed home-buyers to take out ridiculously sized loans, and of home-buyers who insisted on buying houses worth twice the price range they SHOULD have been browsing.  But they did it, trusting that the market would continue to climb and that they could sell “their” homes, into which they hadn’t even put a down payment, for a profit.

And values did go up… for a while… until the bubble popped.  And when the illusion vanished, cold and hard reality bit like a viper.  And the biting’s not done yet.

The whole thing had been inflated.

Inflated: elaborated or heightened by artificial or empty means; being hollow and enlarged or distended.

It looked like something, but the something it looked like… it wasn’t real.

So there’s Kimbo Slice.  And there’s the economy.

And there’s me.

I’m part of a small group right now.  We’re studying our Bibles.  We’re praying for and with others.  We’re meeting each week and working through a workbook.  After one week, what’s stuck out in my mind most is the need for real substance.

Our first two memory verses…

Luke 9:23: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow me.”

John 15:5: “I am the vine and you are the branches.  If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me, you can do nothing.”

A couple thoughts on an inflated self…

1) Church-goer, nice guy, decent fellow, even “Christian” (a diluted word in my time and place) can be labels used to cover up the main issues: Am I denying my selfish desires?  Am I carrying my cross?  Am I following in the steps of Jesus?

And the questions must be answered, because to build upon anything less… well, the word “inflated” comes to mind along with an image of that economic bubble popping.

2) Lives filled with religion (however that looks in any given instance) can quickly be substituted for the real deal.  Most casual observers won’t even see the difference.  I can even live in this illusion, seemingly blinded to it… for a time.  At some point, the car realizes it’s not running on real fuel.  Its sad sputtering sounds tip me off.  And a verse like John 15:5 demands that an inventory be taken.  Question #1: Am I even connected to Jesus Christ? Because if I’m not, call me Kimbo.

And as Kimbo found out, all the hype in the world doesn’t turn one thing into another.  It’s about true substance or it’s about nothing at all.

I’ve been blessed recently by having my substance tested.  It’s been found wanting.

And that’s been good for me to feel.