Mobile Minutes: Average


Perhaps it’s the biggest lie I’ve ever told myself. Time and time again I hear a preacher say, usually with passion and fire, “God uses and used average, everyday people!”

I’m closing in on 30 years of life and I’m slowly starting to accept my fear.

I’m average.

I’m not an Olympian, professional athlete, world renowned business owner, or genius.

I’m a married man with a steady income. I’m going to wind up with 2.3 kids, a white picket fence, and a mortgage.

I suppose the earlier I begin to accept these realities the sooner life will level out.

God uses average people…

I can only hope…

-D-

O: Irritating Scars


MC has a scar…

I mean like Frankenstein style…like…she’d challenge Kevin Ware stitch-for-stitch [too early]; it was an old surgery wound from her glory days on the hard court in college. Yes, MC was a baller…and then some.

Either way eventually, while going out of bounds to save a ball [in the 70’s], she landed…awkwardly…and something within her knee just tore to shreds [I’m still claiming an unknown ACL tear…but that’s history].

Anyways, even after the surgery to this very day that scar still hurts. It’s doesn’t matter if someone touches it, the weather changes, whatever the case may be…that scar still hurts. Anyone who has deep scars can relate to the reality that MC has lived with for nearly…40 years now?

There is a reason for this intro story, as you can imagine it is themed around the concept of scars. I revisited mine today.

What I’m getting ready to state has nothing to do with any specific organization, but more so of the realization of my own life.

Today was a unique experience; since officially becoming a member at MoVal I sat in the first ‘vision casting meeting’. Basically this meeting was an attempt to discuss what was taking place down the road, and the future of the church [plus some great food]. The honor of being able to be in the session, while overseen by some perhaps, was a great experience. That doesn’t mean it was easy. There came a part of the meeting where there were some discussions on certain positions within the church, as outlined in Acts and 1 Timothy. When I say that MoVal is a Biblical based church; I’m not kidding. We’re talking that the Greek version of the New Testament was broken out during the meeting. It’s refreshing to know that the only ‘doctrine’ that I have to jack with is the only true doctrine that exist [nice change], but with that comes the reality of what is held within the pages.

I’m going to skip all the details and just say this:

Due to the fact that I’m a Christian, and a divorced one; divorced while I was a Christian [not prior]. Because of this fact, there are some things that I cannot be within the church. The realization of that isn’t…painful…it’s understanding why that is. I could spend all day making excuse after excuse, but honestly? I’m not game for arguing with the Bible.

Consider this my scar. Thorn in my side? Burden? Not sure, but the understanding that as much that is right with my world…that element of my life will always be there.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Family Time


I spent the evening with MC and Jim tonight, at their house. It’s be scheduled [sad, but true] for about the past week. Living only fourteen miles away from them makes it that much worse. Shame on me for not doing more, you know?

Tonight was just a hard night. I wanted to talk about soccer, the Kansas City Shock, and everything else that’s gone on in the past two weeks, but the truth is: I hadn’t sat down with my parents over a meal in over a month. Again, we only live fourteen miles apart. I tell that crew with the Shock that family always takes priorities. With so many parents in our staff, it’s important to know and accept that family is always a priority. That is a page I took from my divorce; I solemn reminder.

The error that I made in that judgement call wasn’t the realization that family is important, but realizing that my family is important. I’m not married, I do not have children, and most of my family I don’t even communicate with. However, I am my parents only kid; period. I knew very little about their lives in direct relation to church as of late, I wasn’t aware of some employment discussions going on, I had no idea…I didn’t communicate. I didn’t know that help was requested for resume reviewing, I wasn’t around. Regardless of what MC thinks; I’m not that busy, my job isn’t that grand, and I’m not always on the go.

As I try to fall asleep tonight, this is my rule: If I tell someone that family is important, I better be able to back that thought up with my interactions with my own. My family deserves better.

-D-