New Paths

God is doing some work in my and Lindsay’s life.

Yesterday I was sent the dreaded email that has been sent 2 times before. It’s the 60-day notice meeting invitation. I was brought into a room of 75 other loan owners and we were told how special we were and how the site wouldn’t be what it is today without us, but unfortunately, staffing has to meet with demand for our product in a similar manner, so they cut us. We all knew what was happening when we went into the room, because as I said, it had happened twice before with even larger groups of people. To give you perspective, when I was hired last July, shortly after that we reached over 500 people in the 3-Step Express Refinance System in Birmingham. After this last cut, they will have just over 70 total employees in the Birmingham site for the 3-Step. That includes managers from upper to lower, all administration, and all loan owners.

To say all of this is not to make you feel sorry for me or anything. To be honest, you should be just as happy as I am that God is telling me he doesn’t want me there anymore. I mean, yeah, he’s got me in his hands. But saying that this is unfortunate but I know God will take care of me seems a little contradictory. This isn’t unfortunate. This is God clearly moving in my life and I’m ready to go where he wants me next. Worried I’m definitely not, because this is the same God that gave me and Lindsay jobs in the same week in the same city just after getting back from our honeymoon. He knows what he’s doing, and I know what I need to be doing.

Christian Music

Does anybody but me find it not only odd but actually offensive to walk into a record store and see a “Christian and Gospel” section?  Let me explain…

There is no other music that is labeled by the lifestyle choices of the artist or the philosophical or religious content of its lyrics.  There is no “atheist” music section.  There is no “hopeful agnostic” industry.  You don’t walk in looking for the newest Rufus Wainwright cd, only to be pointed to the “gay section in the back.”  That would be ridiculous and offensive. Why categorize someone’s music by whether that person is gay or straight, republican or democrat, optimistic or pessimistic, or whether or not he or she believes in intelligent life on other planets?  Is it not just as ridiculous to categorize someone’s music by whether they believed that Jesus rose from the dead or not?

I think that having a Christian music section is as silly as having an “heliocentric dog loving Buddhist” section.  So why does it exist?  Why is there only one section of a music store that is defined not by the genre of the music (certainly, KJ-52 does not belong in the same category, musically as Sandy Patty), but by something else…

And what is that something else exactly?  Is it really the lyrical content?  Bono straight up quotes the Bible sometime in his songs.  Bob Dylan used all sorts of biblical imagery along with countless other mainstream writers and artists, and none of these albums are found in the Christian section.  Furthermore, there are albums in the “Christian” section that certainly have nothing about them that would make one think that they are Christian..

Here’s a chorus from a “Christian band” called Five Iron Frenzy:

Don’t worry what this song would say,you’ll never hear it anyway. They won’t play this song on the radio,so far, so bad, that’s how it goes. They’ll pull our records from the shelves,so far, so bad, that’s how it goes.

The record symbolizes the upper room where the disciples started speaking in tongues.  And “the radio” is obviously an overt metaphor about the devil and all his demons…No, of course not, it’s just a song!  Just like any other song that any artist would write with angst that radio stations don’t play him as much as he’d like them to.

So why does it exist?  Well, I will tell you my friend.  Money.  That’s all.

There was (or perhaps used to be) a large enough market segment of the population that would gravitate towards a sign that said “Christian” on it.  In the south it would be far more likely to see something like “Pete’s Christian Pizza” there than it would be to see it in, say, New York.  Why?  Because there are enough of the type of Christians that would gravitate towards that fish symbol when making their pizza decisions that it makes commercial sense for Pete to put that fish on that pizza box.  In the South, I see all kinds of businesses with the fish logo on them.  Elsewhere, you would lose business by doing that, so people generally don’t do that kind of thing there.

So the question that this begs is “so what?”  Who cares if there is a section labeled Christian?  It’s not hurting anybody is it?

Well, actually… I think it does.

First there is the issue of discrimination.  If a record store had a “gay music” section, people would be infuriated.  Why? Because it’s discriminatory.  To relegate someone’s art to a small subculture of sub-art simply because that person is gay is wrong.  It hurts that artist.  It hurts all of us.  I think it’s the same with Christian music.  There are plenty of us who are Christian artists who have no desire to simply stay within some CCM ghetto around people that all think the same about everything.  There are plenty of us who are open minded to the thoughts and opinions of others who would love to enter the conversation of our culture not as a superior, bigoted judge of the rest of the world, but as a fellow human being who also has opinions and thoughts about the world that we live in that we love to express through music.

Secondly, I think that this categorization hurts the art.  Because this category exists, it comes with baggage.  Imagine if you were a Republican, and you really believed Republican values, but you found out that if you wanted to make a record that it would be placed in the small Republican Music section in the back of the store.  That might effect how you make the music…  If you are going to make a “Republican record” as opposed to simply making a record as a Republican, it would probably effect the art.  In fact, it might have a tendency to overtake the art and turn it into Republican propaganda.  The music becomes secondary to the message, which means the music is probably going to suck.  You can only rhyme “Limbaugh” with so many things after all…

Lastly, referring back to the Five Iron Frenzy lyrics, it is very rare to have a Christian artist being played on the radio, in stores, or wherever you might find more mainstream music of which is labeled “secular”. This is bad for two people: the artist and the listener. The artist doesn’t get as well known as those who we hear on the radio, etc., and the listener can’t hear the message of Christ or whatever the artist wants to bring to the forefront of conversation because there is no play. So with that being said, you can safely assume that Christian music is holding back the Gospel of Christ.

Jamie Tworkowski, the founder of To Write Love On Her Arms responds to the question, “Is TWLOHA a Christian organization?” Jamie’s response was this: “No. The word Christian, in my opinion, has been abused and misrepresented. It’s a label that alienates people. Jesus didn’t come to establish a subculture; he came to heal the world. With TWLOHA, we are simply trying to let people know that they matter, that they’re not alone in their struggles, and that hope and help are real.”

Jesus didn’t come to start a sub-culture.

This article was originally written (except for the last 3 paragraphs) by Michael Gungor of the band, Gungor.

Thunderstorms & Remembrance

Hey there! Today at lunch I was sitting down to watch the movie Buried. Well, when I opened up the folder that should have contained the flick, I quickly realized that it wasn’t there. The only video media I had on my computer were movies I’ve created and music videos.

So, with those options, I started looking at my past creations. Upon doing this, I ran across a video I made a year ago that was dedicated to all my friends from Washington. Every word of it still rings true today, and since this time last year was the first day out of the Navy, I feel it very appropriate to remember back on all the great times I had when I was in Washington. So check it out if you wanna, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did after watching it again.

On a side note, we had a wicked storm system move through the neighborhood tonight. Below are some pictures that I took of it approaching our house from the southwest.

Thunderstorms Rule

Hello all! If you’re in Alabama, I hope you’re enjoyin’ this incredible thunderstorm. We were just downgraded from a tornado warning to a sever thunderstorm watch, but I can definitely say that the lightning is not the least bit tamed. As of right now, me and the wife have all the lights off (by choice), candles lit, and blinds open so the lightning can infiltrate the living room, and sipping on a nice cup o’ joe. I really missed my southern thunderstorms, and I’m getting what I love tonight. Me and Lindsay actually just got back in from standing out on the porch. We had to come in, however, because the wind started blowing the rain into our face.

Tomorrow I’m looking forward to a magnificent day. The Bailey’s invited us over for a wonderful cookout, and then after some good socializing, we’re gonna go to Hunter Street’s Praise 150 concert. It’s a worship service they do once every fall and spring, and the one time I went, it was spectacular. So needless to say, I’m looking forward to that tomorrow.

Lindsay and I just got done watching the movie Get Low. It was a very different movie. It was a little slower at times than I want, but I was kinda thinking about that during the movie and came to the conclusion that I believe that’s a fault of the mindset of my generation. Patience most of the time isn’t an option. Think about the last time you sat at a traffic light. How long did it take before you said, “Ok, this is ridiculous!” Was it 30 or was it 40 seconds? So to have something either develop slowly or to have something not work toward a major plot twist or massive fight scene, is hard to keep my mind occupied. After I got over that, I felt like I was enjoying the movie a lot more.

Lastly, if you haven’t checked out my worship blog, anthemsong.wordpress.com, please do. It’s a passion of mine to see God show himself through many different aspects of his creation, and I feel like you would get a lot out of it to.

Spring Break ’11

We made it to the beach safely, and boy is it gorgeous down here! We left yesterday around 10:45 and got here at 4. The drive was really nice. We didn’t encounter too much traffic, but I can definitely say that the gulf doesn’t seem to be struggling for tourism because Emerald Coast Parkway (the main drag) was really busy.

Since we got here, we’ve hung out at the beach by taking a nice long walk down towards the inlet (our condo is situated at the end of the beach right before you get to the inlet where the gulf feeds into the bay), had a great meal at AJ’s Oyster Bar, and watched a flick before going to bed.

Jetty East actually one of the coolest locations I’ve ever been at since coming down to Destin. The reason I say that is because it’s right on the edge of the beach where the beach meets the inlet (where the ocean goes into the bay). And that location is really cool because there’s no large condo building next to the inlet, there’s just this wide open space of gorgeous sand, which makes the beach very uncrowded. Here’s a pic of what I mean.

So here I am now, sitting on the balcony of our condo, soaking up the sounds of the beach and eating my awesome blueberry muffin and clementine, and of course, drinking my coffee. Here’s the view from our balcony.

I’m not sure what’s on the agenda today, but I know frisbee, catch, and tennis are going to be on the list. The water is a little too cold to swim in for my taste, but I will get plenty of sun and relaxation time.

Birthday Weekend

Hello, hello! I hope you all had a great weekend. I felt like mine really flew by. Today we celebrated my mamma’s birthday with the family (pics below). It was a good time with all the required smack talk needed to make it a truly loving event. My Aunt Sheila, God love her, had to get a picture of me, my sis, my bro, and my mom, but for some reason she didn’t want me to put my hand in front of Elizabeth’s face in attempts at saving the camera lens. Oh well.

I entered a photo contest on Facebook. The picture I entered is below, and you can vote for it here. I was thinking of sending a Facebook message with the request to vote, but I can’t do that morally. I don’t like messages like that, and if you’re on Facebook and my friend, I didn’t want to do that to you. But if you don’t mind heading over to the contest and voting for my pic, I’d really appreciate it! Lindsay also entered, so go here and here to vote for hers.

I read/watched some really discouraging news tonight. Rob Bell was talking about how he feels like since we have such a loving God, he couldn’t imagine this God allowing people’s souls to burn in hell. Well, Mr. Bell, you’re right on one front. God loved me so much that he didn’t want that to happen to me, so you know what he did? He came to earth, became human, died for me, and rose again defeating death so I wouldn’t have to suffer the price for my sins. He loved me so much that he didn’t want me to endure that. But for those that do not believe in Him, well, the outcome isn’t so magnificent. It’s just so saddening that someone like Rob Bell, who has so much influence on the modern Christian scene, is saying outlandish things that are so far from His teachings. Rob, look at 2 Peter 2:1.

On a lighter note, I’m looking forward to going to the beach next week! Below is the place where we’re staying. I’m super pumped because I haven’t been to the Gulf in over 5 years. Not even when I was in P’Cola for training in that plane-flying school. It’s gonna be rad!

Then after that, my good friends Sara and Amy are coming down to Bama for Miriah’s wedding! They’ll be staying with me and Lindsay and I’m looking forward to a great time!

Knowledge Is Humble

Knowledge can be a very dangerous thing when bringing it to the ignorant. Knowledge can blind you of tact, and it can place a strong, thick curtain between what you’re wanting to share and what is getting through.

We sometimes tend to think we know all we need to know to answer questions – but sometimes our humble hearts can help us more than our proud minds. We never really know enough until we recognize that God really knows it all.

Have you ever been in a situation where you have a stance on something, or you’re so sure about something being this way or that way, only to be proved wrong later? Or only to have found out you didn’t know the whole truth in the beginning. As Christians, we are placed in a dangerous situation with what we’ve learned from Christ and what he’s taught us. The fact is that no one is going to heaven without first going through Christ. We realize the subject we’re dealing with is eternal damnation or eternal glorification and everlasting life. Or maybe we’re just dealing with our knowledge of truth on Creation vice the world’s view of how it all began. Either way, we know things that cause passion in the heart, and this passion can be blinding when bringing the knowledge to someone else.

Some people say, quite rightly, that idols have no actual existence, that there’s nothing to them, that there’s no god other than our one God, that no matter how many of these so-called gods are named and worshiped they still don’t add up to anything but a tall story. They say, again (quite rightly), that there is only one God the Father, that everything comes from him, and that he wants us to live for him. Also, they say that there is only one Master, Jesus the Messiah, and that everything is for his sake, including us. It’s true. In strict logic then, nothing happened to the meat when it was offered up to an idol. It’s just like any other meat.

Knowing something is one thing. Sharing something with another is something else. Just because you know the meat isn’t going to anything and that it’s just meat, doesn’t mean you can’t bring truth with tact. Just because you know being gay is a sin doesn’t mean you can’t bring truth with tact. Just because you know sex before marriage is a sin, but bringing that knowledge and truth to others should involve tact and humbleness. Think how it’d be if God brought all the things we’ve learned from him to us in the same manner we bring some things to others. It wouldn’t be an overwhelming message of love . When you take away the message of love in the Gospel, you’re taking away from the perfect thing that it is.

But knowing isn’t everything. If it becomes everything, some people end up as know-it-alls who treat others as know-nothings. Real knowledge isn’t that insensitive. We need to be sensitive to the fact that we’re not all on the same level of understanding in this. | 1 Corinthians 8:1-7

Thinking, without prayer, without the Holy Spirit, without obedience, without love, will puff up and destroy. But thinking under the mighty hand of God, thinking soaked in prayer, thinking carried by the Holy Spirit, thinking tethered to the Bible, thinking in pursuit of more reasons to praise and proclaim the glories of God, thinking in the service of love – such thinking is indispensable in a life of fullest praise to God.

God’s message was love. Don’t be the big-headed person that gets in the way.

Fast Lane

Hello, hello! It’s one beautiful morning as I sit in front of the window with the warm sun glaring on my face and filling the room with it’s light. Accuweather states today’s forecast as sunny and pleasant. It’s a little cold outside at this very moment to be pleasant, but I’m looking forward to this afternoon.

In just a little bit, me and Lindsay are going over to my mamma’s house to help her out a bit, and then the family is getting together to celebrate Eric’s birthday. He turned 26 on Wednesday. Then we might go catch a flick and take advantage of the rare opportunity that the theaters have something we would want to see.

Lately I’ve been trying to change something that seems more difficult than I had originally imagined. You see, I have this crazy thought that if you’re on the road, you should know how to drive. Unfortunately, either some live in delusion or some don’t see it my way. When I encounter people of this nature, I tend to drive a little more… aggressively, and that’s what I’ve been trying to change. It’s something embedded in me that If I see cars passing me, that I’m losing or something, and I must keep up with them. But I desire to find it relaxing to just coast a few over the limit and not worry about the cars passing. I just get so angry when I come up on a car in the fast lane going right at the speed limit or just under, and they either don’t know they should move over, or they don’t care. So, this makes me have to get in the middle lane to pass someone in the fast lane. Either way, if you’re being passed on the right, under any circumstances (unless for safety and that’s in the case of bad weather and needing to use the middle lane for better traction) you should move over. The left lane is not for cruising, it’s for passing. I digress.

All I’m saying is that I want to slow down, but I’m finding it harder with every clueless motorist or natural whim I come across. I’ve got the right thing at heart, just need to execute a little better.

Civilian Service

Boy, oh boy, did I have an interesting morning. I got to spend some quality time with multiple places of civilian service. My first stop was the DMV. I got up at my normal time (5:15am) in order to get to the DMV at 7:45am. I was right on time, and welcomed by an already eager line of individuals also wanting to take advantage of early arrival, first place in line, situation. I’d say there were about 35-40 people ahead of me at the door at 7:45am. The doors open and I just so happen to get in line with only 2 people ahead of me (seemed like all the other folks needed something else done beside their license. Sweet beans. Well, 8:05, 8:10, 8:15, 8:20 rolls around, and by 8:25 I become next in line. The issue, however, was I needed to be in court at 9am. As much as I hated to do it, and with semi-disappointment that with only 2 people ahead of me they couldn’t get to me in half an hour, I had to forfeit my place in line and head downtown to court.

If you don’t know already, I had to go to court because I didn’t move out of the slow lane for a cop that had someone pulled over on the side of the road. Ignoring the argument that I deserved the ticket, I still had to go to court and couldn’t pay the fine online. Well, if you’ve ever been to court, you’d know there’s always a court fee. I went to court (after going to the wrong building at first and then roaming around the correct building looking for my room because there were literally no signs) and was shuffled into a room with about 25 other individuals. One by one I heard people go up and explain why they felt they were in the right, whether it be they were pulled over because they didn’t have insurance even though they assured the judge that they have it now, so everything should be dismissed, or that they’ve never had a license but decided to take their friends car for a ride because they wanted to test it out for them. The few individuals that I could respect as upstanding citizens of society went up, apologized for their driving behavior, and were waived of their ticket. Not this guy. I went up, told the judge that I just couldn’t get over in time and next time I will slow down instead of maintaining my speed, and he didn’t buy it. I was sure that if I used the “I’m sorry and guilty, but won’t happen again” thing all the others did, I’d be let off too, but I wasn’t. The ticket was $20. The court fee was $144. Yeah. On top of the sheer ridiculousness that I had to go to court for this, they also had 2 individuals that joined us in the courtroom. These individuals were shackled. One was convicted of murder. Should I even ask the obvious question? Ok, I will. Why in the world were we in the same courtroom as individuals being tried for murder?! So, I bit the bullet and paid the $164 for a $20 ticket, and headed on my way back to the DMV.

When I got to the DMV I walked up to the state trooper lady with the best smile I could conjure, and told her that I was there earlier in the morning but had to leave. Luckily, the guy I was conversing with told her just as a side comment when he went to handle his business, and she remembered, and fit me in in 5 minutes. Thank God! So I was able to get my Alabama license, and then headed over to registration to update some title info, and I was done!

I got back to work at about 12, so I only missed 3 hours of work which rocks. I thought I’d be gone the whole day.

The rest of this week should be pretty beautiful, and I’m excited about that. I guess that’s all for now. I hope you all have a spectacular week! And Amy, I pity you, but I can’t wait to see you and Sara next month! I need details. Hit me up!

Saturday Picnics

What a wonderful sneak peek into the spring-time weather. It was a gorgeous 73 degrees with a light breeze and bursts of sunshine. Lindsay and I decided to take advantage of the beautiful day by going to Aldridge Gardens in Hoover. We got some wraps, chips, and cookies, threw the blanket, games and camera in the trunk and headed out for a spectacular time. Lindsay beat me pretty hardcore in Nab-It, but that only makes our running tally 1-1, so the next matchup is a big one. We went around and took some pictures, and visited the same bench that I proposed to Lindsay on. Check out the images below.

Regarding the job with HiiDef, I never heard word from them. I don’t know if they haven’t made their decision or if they are still deciding. I’ll follow-up next week and see what’s going on, and hopefully hear some good news. I’ll keep you posted when I hear something.