Five things I learned this week. 2.24.12

Here are five things that I learned or was reminded of this week:

1.  If there is a such thing as tax-dumb, then I’m tax-dumb.

2.  Video devotionals are great.

3.  Man can’t live on spaghetti alone.

4.  Cable isn’t worth the price I pay for it.

5.  I don’t know what movies are up for an Oscar this year.

What did you learn this week?


Things I think about while running. (September edition)

I often have deep, random thoughts while I run. Here are a few from this past month:

1.   I shouldn’t have eaten so many tacos last night.

2.   Carbs are good for me.

3.   Hot sauce is not good for me.

4.   This is not a race. Take it easy.

5.   I can’t catch that person in front of me.

6.   Yes I can.

7.   Predator mode. Claws out.

8.   Hello, ma’am. Goodbye ma’am.

9.   Watch out for the chipmunk!

10. Alvin. Simon. Theodore.

11. I don’t prefer animated movies.

12. That guy should wear a shirt.

13. Wookies.

14. How does Han Solo know what Chewbacca is saying?

15. I’m tired.

16. The force is not with me.

17. I need more tacos.

What do you think about while running?


Finding the SUPER in Super heroes.

I’m often ridiculed when I reveal that one of my favorite super hero movies is about an african american vampire that hunts and kills other vampires.  My friends and coworkers can’t make sense that I think that this was my favorite.

It’s not the hero that made an impression.  I just thought that it was an entertaining film.  It was different and exciting and my african american vampire hero had wicked ninja skills which is always a plus.

We love our super heroes because they are an escape.  They lead exciting lives.  They fly around and drive cool cars.  They shoot laser beams out of their eyes and cause s’plosions (that’s southern for explosions).  They always win the fight and always get the girl.  They live the ideal life.

But it isn’t their super powers that impresses me.  I can do without capes and masks.  My real life heroes can’t fly.  They don’t wear utility belts and cod pieces.  My heroes don’t wear disguises to hide their true identities.  On the contrary.  They’re heroes because they aren’t afraid of who they are.

My heroes are those that don’t give up when the going gets tough.  They fight through the pain because they know it’s worth it.

My heroes are those that put others first.  Selflessness is a super power.

My heroes don’t hide their beliefs.  They unashamedly follow their God with passion and loyalty. Even if that means they’ll face ridicule.  At the same time, my heroes don’t always live by the rules. They love God, not religion.

My heroes fight for those less fortunate, building wells in third world countries for people they will never meet.  Helping the impoverished in their own communities by giving their time and money. They fight against modern slavery.  They’re abolitionists.

My heroes aren’t perfect.  They have flaws.  They struggle with their own, personal demons.  But this is what makes them super.  They don’t try to go at it alone.  They share the burden.  They rely on God and their sidekicks.

My heroes aren’t super because of their good looks, their swagger or the size of their sword.  They are super because they transcend.  They rise above and take a stand.  They lead extraordinary lives because they aren’t afraid to do so.

What makes a hero super to you?


My dad and choo-choo trains.

People say that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.  If I am the apple and my dad is the tree, then that tree would be out on a hill by itself, away from the orchard.  Unique and different.  It wants to stand out and not be in a straight line with all the other trees.  It wants to make a difference with style.  It wants to be a hero.

My dad taught, and is still teaching me, how to be a man.  One of the things he taught me was to be fearless and he did that in a unique way.

When I was six or seven years old, he gave me a cup of brown liquid and said  ”Here son.  Drink this.  It’s like chocolate milk.”  After sipping it, my face wrinkled up and my mouth burned.  Coffee tasted nothing like the sweet taste of chocolate milk.  It was bitter and new.

In that moment, my dad taught me to not be afraid to try new things.

When I was eight or nine, my father made me watch horror movies.  The TV screen was full of vampires, monsters and guys wielding machete’s while wearing hockey masks.  There were lots of people screaming and running for their lives.  I was mortified.  ”It’s not real.” he said, “There’s no such thing as monsters.”

In that moment, my dad taught me to not be afraid of the things that go bump in the night.

When I was ten, my dad took me to Six Flags.  ”Do you want to ride the choo-choo train?” he asked.  I was barely tall enough to reach the height limit.  When the bar came down over my lap, I quickly learned that this choo-choo train was like no train that I have ever ridden.  Choo-choo trains don’t climb up steep hills.  They are safe, slow and happy.

When the choo-choo train dropped off that first hill and plummeted towards the earth, I knew that this was no kiddie ride.  It was indeed, not a choo-choo train.  It was the Great American Scream Machine, one of the oldest and fastest roller coasters in the world.

In that moment my dad taught me that life is a thrill ride.  It’s full of ups and downs and that I shouldn’t be afraid of a little adventure.

I dont recall enjoying these things when they happened many years ago but over time I realize that this was one of my dads unique gifts.  He taught me these things by putting me in the moment.  He is fearless and has taught me to be fearless.  The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.

He leads by example.

He is one of a kind.

He’s my dad, my hero.


Things I think about while running. (May edition)

Last month I wrote about ten things that I think about while running.  In case you missed it, I explained that while running, I often have these deep thought moments.  Those moments when everything becomes clear and your mind wanders.  Here are ten things that I thought about while running recently:

1.  It’s hot.

2.  I’d like to vote the cyclists off the trail.

3.  I should do a video blog.

4.  1 corinthians 9:24

5.  What would my native american name be?

6.  Runs with horses.

7.  I don’t like movies with talking animals.

8.  I’m incredibly lucky that I haven’t been hit by a car or a bike.

9.  Are angels running with me?

10.  It’s really hot.

Had any random thoughts lately?


Leisure Rules!

I have this poster hanging in my closet. It reminds me to not take life to seriously. I won it several years ago by defeating a bunch of college freshmen at an 80′s trivia contest. Fortunately for me, those youngsters knew nothing about the 80′s. I’m sure none of them were even born before 1986 so to say that I slaughtered them would be an understatement. But that’s neither here nor there.

Along with Indiana Jones, Ferris Bueller was one of my childhood heroes. He was cool. He had charisma. He was smart. So smart that he regularly outsmarted his arch nemesis, assistant principal Edward Rooney. But the biggest thing that I learned from Ferris Bueller is that we need to take a day off every now and then.

Life is hard. It wears you down. Pursuing our dream and pushing towards our goals is important but doing so non stop can be harmful.

There is no shame in taking a break. Give your mind and body a chance to catch up. Let your hair down. A day off may be just what you need.

Learn a lesson from Ferris and live a little:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller


The Stewies.

Apparently, everybody loves award shows.  If you don’t believe me, check out twitter on any night that an awards show is on.  It blows up.  We love to watch celebrities award each other and pat each other on the back for their excellent work.

This made me wonder, what if we gave out awards to the people that had a part in making us who we are today?  The ones who made an impression on us?

I would make little, golden statues of myself and call them “Stewies”.  Except I couldn’t use real gold.  I would have to use action figures and wrap them in aluminum foil to make them look shiny.

Since this is my first awards show, I’m going to have to go way back in my life.  Here are five “Stewies” that I would award:

Best/worst pet:  To my first dog, Bandit.  He was very protective and loving towards me but he bit everybody that came around.  The mailman.  The garbage man.  The babysitter.  The Jehovah witness lady.  If there is a heaven for dogs… he’s not in it.

Best girlfriend:  To the girl I met when I was 10.  She taught me about relationships at a young age and was the first girl that broke up with me.  She did so because I wouldn’t couples skate with her at the skating party.  I was embarrassed to be seen with a girl who wore yellow, Hee-Haw overalls.  Yes, the TV show, Hee-Haw.  The one with the banjos.

Best boss:  Working at a pizza joint when I was in high school taught me a lot about the American work force.  My boss taught me how to not be a good employee.  He thought calling in sick was OK and that dressing in drag to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show was way more important than making money. Thanks for the memor… er, nightmares.

Best youth pastor:  During my middle school years, Andy Stanley was instrumental to my spiritual growth.  I’ll never forget our Wednesday night youth gatherings and the way he rocked the guitar and sang lead in the Good Stuff band.  I think he went on to start his own small church.

Life time achievement award:  My parents. They molded me and guided me into the man I am today, as they still do.

If you had a personal awards show, who would you award?


Clear the Mechanism

I’m not a fan of romantic dramas and I’m not a big fan of Kevin Costner movies either.  Waterworld ruined it for me and since Tin Cup, his movies have kind of gone down hill.  However, I am a sucker for sports movies.

In the late 90′s, Kevin Costner starred as an aging baseball pitcher named Billy Chapel in a romance/baseball movie called “For love of the game”.  There is a great clip in this movie that illustrates how he handles distraction and fear:

There are times, at our jobs and in our lives, that there are a hundred things going on at once.  Our  lives are full of distractions.  It’s hard to concentrate on one singular task.

Maybe it’s not the distractions that inhibit us.  It could be the voices of doubt that yell at us.  They tell us that we aren’t good enough.  They try to convince us that it can’t be done.

It’s during these times that we need to take a deep breath and focus.  We need to block out the negative voices that tell us those lies.  We need to ignore them.  We need to clear the mechanism.

If only it where that easy.  Wouldn’t it be nice to utter these words and have everything go blurry around us except for the task at hand?  To instantly shut out the voices of doubt?

Twitter, Facebook and e-mail are taking up all my time.

Clear the mechanism.

You’ll never be able to run that far. You don’t have it in you.

Clear the mechanism.

You don’t need to hear what God is telling you today.

Clear the mechanism.

In the movie, Billy Chapel goes on to pitch a perfect game, quits baseball and lives happily ever after. Only in the movies, right?  As silly as it seems, it goes to show what we are capable of if we keep fear and distraction at bay.

What’s distracting you?  What is the voice of doubt trying to prevent you from doing today?


Hollywood has forsaken me.

I loved going to the movies when I was a kid.  It was one of the highlights of my summer vacation.  I remember the first movie I saw.  It was called “The Rescuers”.  It was a Disney movie about a couple of mice and their group of friends who ventured out to rescue a child from the clutches of an evil woman and her alligator cronies.  Maybe you’ve seen it.

My favorite movie of all time was a film that I didn’t even want to see.  In 1981,  my neighbors took me to see a movie about an archeologist.  An archeologist?  Really?  I had no interest.  This was the same time that “The Empire Strikes Back” was in theaters.  Archeologist or Star Wars?  It was a no brainer.  I resisted but I went.  Only because my parents made me.

After seeing “Raiders of the Lost Ark”, I was a changed kid.  I wanted to be Indiana Jones.  I came home and found a piece of nylon rope to use as a whip.  I ran into the woods an tried to swing from the tree limbs and find treasure but the rope never worked and there was no treasure to be found.  Still,  Indiana Jones was my hero.

Since that time, very few movies have blown me away.  Sure there are a few that I really liked.  The Matrix,  The Usual Suspects, Inception, to name a few.  But, overall, movies have gone stale.

It seems to me that Hollywood has run out of fresh, original ideas.  It keeps churning out movies that we have seen a million times, only repackaged to make them seem new.  The story is all the same.  There is a hero.  He or she will go on an adventure.  He or she will meet opposition.  He or she will defeat said opposition and all will live happily ever after.

My biggest gripe about movies these days is they are saturated with superheroes.  For example,  I recently saw this.

How many times does this story need to be told?  We know what happens.  We know how it ends.  Give us something new.

Watch the new Batman movies.  They are doing it right.

Hollywood has forsaken me.  They just want my money.  I realize that it’s a business but their business is to entertain us and they are failing.

There needs to be a revolution in storytelling.  I believe that some day, someone very smart and very gifted will invent a new way to tell a story.  Literally and visually. Something original.  Something out of the box and fresh.  Something that will blow me away and will make me leave the theater feeling like a kid again.