One of the things that fascinates me more than anything is the difference in how people view themselves versus how other people view them. The Dove Real Beauty sketches captivated me because they showed tangible examples of how most of us see ourselves in much more of a negative light than others do. In case you can’t click the link or haven’t seen the sketches, the idea behind them is a former FBI sketch artist asked women (that he couldn’t see) to describe different features of their face. He asked about their chins, their cheeks, their hair. Then, after sketching their description, he would ask someone else to describe the first person. At the end of the video, he showed the original person both sketches. The reactions were all the same.
When I read the first tweet that said Robin Williams had died, I let out and audible, “Noooo.” Nicole was in the middle of telling me about her day and I had to interrupt her because my mind had shifted to Googling everything to find out if it was true.
I clicked on the first article that popped up and quickly realized what I feared was true: he didn’t die of natural causes. Continue reading
There’s so much potential we are just now tapping into. We created Facebook, file sharing, and the Shake Weight. We revolutionized where a video camera can go with the Go Pro. We are more connected than anyone ever. And we have a heart for social justice unlike past generations.
If there is a generation that is going to change the world, for good or for bad, it’s going to be us.
With that said, there’s one thing about us that bugs me. It’s infiltrated the entire generation. It plagues us and holds us back from ever reaching our full potential:
Let me explain.
About a month ago I had the opportunity to go to California with our church leadership to study and learn from another church. It was an amazing trip and we really did learn a lot. With that said, it completely fried our brains. We asked so many questions and heard so many new things that by the time we got to dinner on the third night, we were walking zombies giggling at stupid jokes. After spending our final day relaxing and visiting some famous landmarks, we made our way to the airport for our flight home.
Our flight left at 10:30PM California Time.
10:30PM California time is also known as 1:30AM Tennessee time.
I had been asleep by 9:30 California time every night of the trip.
I can’t sleep on planes.
My friend Garrett just released his first album. It’s a great album and if you get the chance, you should check it out. On the album, he has a song called, “What Do You See?” where he repeats a simple question in the hook:
What do you see when you see me? Is it me or the ghost of him?
I don’t know who or what Garrett was writing about when he wrote that line, but I know exactly how it spoke to me.
I plugged my phone up next to my bed and didn’t think much more about it.
After a couple hours, I went upstairs to get ready for bed. I looked at my night stand to see if I’d missed anything on my phone. To my surprise, I had 15 text messages, most from numbers I didn’t recognize.
Great, it’s another one of those stupid, “God’s not dead” groups texts that everyone was sending when that movie came out.
I’ve spent the past four years running services of some sort. There was the planning of worship sets, the scheduling of volunteers, and the mapping of service flows. Then there were the preservice run throughs, the last minute checks, and bathroom runs 30-seconds before service started. Once the service started I had to make sure the plan was executed. There were little decisions of when to blank a slide or how bright to run the house lights for that moment. By the time the worship set was over, I had to be able to read the room to make sure we weren’t distracting from where the worship leader was going.
And that was only the first 30 minutes.
As I drove into church yesterday, I realized I was about to experience something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I wasn’t driving in an hour before service started and cherry picking a parking spot in front of the tree I’d parked at for a year. I had to find a spot to park, then walk in, then find someone to sit with, and then find a seat.
What most people do every single week felt like going back to high school: I knew where everything was but I was slightly uncomfortable navigating it.