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Living or Surviving
My wife and I had an interesting discussion after she returned from a meeting. Can a person live passionately for something 24/7? At the moment I am neck deep in the final classes of my PhD with preliminary exams just 4 months away. I should have time for nothing outside of school at the moment. Can I live passionately for something 24/7?
Yes, however doing something passionately does not mean dropping the ball on everything else around me. This incorrect thinking would do more harm to my cause in the long run. Being Passionately Missional is a better term to describe what is possible. Everything is purposefully and passionately filtered through the mission. Every decision our family makes is filtered through this missional thinking. It is not a movement, not a person, or a program but the foundation of what we are…we are passionately missional. Our entire life is filtered through the mission and yes it happens everyday all the time.
It did not happen overnight but it has been this way since I was 16 years old. Mary and I decided as a couple we were going to live life through our call. We didn’t want life to just happen but wanted to be missional. Everyday is not a summer camp or green peace protest but everyday is lived passionately for the ultimate mission. (see post: why I exist)
This weekend I have no time for anything outside of reading and writing; however I will hand out candy at the church on Friday and have 20 odd people from work over on Saturday for a little fall fun. Those decisions and invitations were on purpose.
I would contend – if we do not live life with a missional attitude, we are not truly living at all we are just surviving – we were not called to survive but to live life to the full.
The Stump
Posted by streubel in Faith, Life, Running Free - Brooks ID on October 14, 2008
Saturday morning the time had finally come for the call of the wild to be answered. I awoke Macuen (7 ½) for his first trip into the woods wearing hunter orange, deer season was open. Coffee and hot coco in hand we drove to the hill in search for the buck with my name attached to his antlers.
The morning started out with a nice hike in the autumn mountains with buck signs scattered throughout the trail. After about two hours into the hunt Macuen was getting a little cold dismayed his two pairs of socks were not holding in the heat. Knowing this was not the time to teach the boy a lesson it was time to head back to the truck to reheat the toes. Yet, Dad had to go just a little farther into the clearing to see what was around the corner.
I told Macuen to sit on this stump in the middle of the woods and I would be back in a minute. As I came back here was my son, my first son sitting on a long with eyes desperate to return to the truck. The relief I saw when I came around the corner was striking and it took me back to Genesis when Abraham was taking Isaac to the hill for the sacrifice. I could imagine Isaac like Macuen – Dad when are we going to see the deer…maybe there is one over there…dad we have to find the deer…are we there yet… Then to put Isaac on an altar to be obedient…Abraham “was huge”, the faith to follow God with this reckless abandonment…I am not sure I will ever have that kind of faith. As I took Macuen off the stump and headed for the truck rifle in one hand and his hand in the other…I will never forget that imagine of Macuen on the stump as a remind of God’s love and true faith.
A side note: As the day went on we team up with the old crew from Mt. View, Pastor Scott, Gary and Adam for the perfect afternoon hunt. In a 15 minute window Macuen bird dogged a 4×3 which ran 30 feet in front of Gary. Gary harvested deer number one. 20 minutes later it was being cleaned and hung at the cabin. Macuen was thrilled to see the process from start to finish…it is good to be alive.
Macuen’s First Goal!
As a Dad there are certain times when you smile just a little bigger at your kids.
Now don’t get me wrong a Dad will always be pleased when their sons do their best but this last Thursday Macuen scored his first goal during a soccer game. The poor kid is at a disadvantage because his Dad didn’t play soccer, football, or basketball during highschool. His dad ran cross country and track with a few years of wrestling thrown in so when it comes to giving him the rules of the game he was lost. Then we didn’t play on the westside – when he started in the middle of last season he was playing with kids who had played all their lives. Oh he was green! Then there is the fact that he is blind in one eye and has a short attention span…that is why he will never play baseball..but that is another issue.
This season started out with him behind the eight ball because they lost him in the team lists which meant no team called him until the day of the first game and that was after two days of calling each coach trying to find out where he belonged. The coach said “I guess we will take him”..then the last few games the coach has shortened his playing time more than every other kid –
Game night came along and he was ready to go…mom and dad were ready to see how coach would handle the rotation if we were losing – then he got into the game made his rotations – the moment came where coach would sit him out early but this is time he didn’t and Macuen did a kartwheel in the middle of the field – and took the pass right to the goal and scored!
It was so thrilled and he will never know he got less playing time. Dad smiled.
The Power of the 2nd Amendment
I was five years old and sick with the flu when my grandfather (Bomps) came around the corner with a Daisy BB Gun to call my own. I was not thrown into the orchard without training and respect however. On the contraire, I was given detailed instruction on handling, ethics, aiming, responsibility and consequences. There was never a time in the early training when I was allowed to be alone with the gun but needed Bomps by my side.
Guns have been a part of my life since a very young age and that remains the same today. I have been licensed to pack a pistol concealed since I was 21 while investing in pieces for protection, hunting and fun. Yet, if you were to ask people I work with today they know I hunt but little more. If you ask my boys where to find them, their response would be, “in the safe with our BB gun but he it hid.” I may cling to my guns and God but I consider myself a response owner of firearms.
Friday night I was home with the kids and around 9:15 the windows shook as an explosive sound rocked the neighborhood. My first reaction was a pipe bomb had just been lit off. Upon walking outside there was no visible smoke just the distant sounds of police and fire coming to the area. The nervous dog came in the house and I returned to homework feeling a little uneasy as the football crowd from the highschool was strangely silent. Later in the evening I found out there had been a drive by shooting a few blocks over from the house. The sound and window rattling was caused by a shotgun and Russian SKS fired at a house two blocks over as a crow flies. Two teens were hit but not fatally. My kids and I were in front of the same house just a few hours early during an evening run/bike ride.
The nature of a drive by includes – the morons never getting caught – despite the fact everyone knows it was a gang shooting.
During the next two days I again found myself thankful for the second amendment (remembering the days when I sat on my deck with a loaded pistol watching my neighbors who had just threatened to kill us – it is a long story but it includes them believing we turned them in which resulted in the raiding of their house – they were the ring leaders in a large drug smuggling operation from Canada to Mexico – FBI and local authorities thought me might be in real danger)
If a gun fight would have erupted Friday night there is a real possibility they could have come our direction. SKS bullets travel nicely through empty space and even buildings at times.
Why do people want to take away my right to protect my kids who were asleep in their bed with nothing to do with the morons involved in the shooting? Regardless of what some my say – I really don’t think the guns used in this gang shooting where bought through the legal process in the same way I purchased mine. What makes people think this type of irresponsible behavior will change if my gun ownership privileges are taken away by a group of lawmakers? I don’t really care about “original intent” even though it is in my favor I care about the protection of my family and the providing food for their health.
That is the power of the 2nd Amendment – for without it I am left at the mercy of morons, evil doers and the local PD who are already over taxed in coverage. This is a core value and I vote.
I Made it on TV – Another Day at the Office
There are times when friends and family wonder what I do at my job on a regular basis. I can say there is never a regular day but this weekend one report was on TV. Hal Collins is my boss (committee chair) and Steve Fransen is on my committee. The guy driving the front end loader is yours truly. It is hard to tell from the picture but it is really me! Three different times I might add. I loaded 85 tons of human biosolid over 3 days.
http://www.kndu.com/global/story.asp?s=9043139
click the link and then the video – enjoy
A Family Milestone
In a family of Christ followers there is a moment in a child’s life when he acknowledges his need for Jesus. I received a phone call from my oldest son yesterday telling me that he has just led his brother to Jesus. Meaning, he had helped him ask Jesus to be his savior. Once I got home I was able to hear the whole story from their mom…and well…I am proud of both boys – now I just need the wisdom to continue to help them grow in their spiritual maturity, so when they are out of my care they will still love Jesus.
It is good to be alive!


