December 30, 2011
I love me some books. While it’s true that I’ve loved me a brand new daughter this year more than I’ve loved me some books and therefore I’ve loved me a lot less books than usual, I still love me some books.
Here’s my top ten from this year, in no particular order. How about you? What did you read that I should read that’s not on this list? Comment below.
- The On-Time, On-Target Manager: How A “Last Minute Manager” Conquered Procrastination, Ken Blanchard & Steve Gottry. I meant to read this book on procrastination years ago, but just got around to it (ba-dum-bum!). Great book. Easy read. To the point. Don’t put off reading it.
- Authentic Faith: The Power of a Fire-Tested Life, Gary Thomas. A top ten book list without a Gary Thomas title is an incomplete list. Gary’s Authentic Faith is a marvelous treatment of how the Christian faces suffering.
- Christian Beliefs: Twenty Basics Every Christian Should Know, Wayne Grudem & Elliot Grudem. Grudem’s brief work is an abbreviated version of an abbreviated version of a much larger book of systematic theology. It’s a simple read that boils down big ideas.
- Jim & Casper Go To Church, Frank Conversation About Faith, Church, & Well Meaning Christians, Jim Henderson & Matt Casper. An incredibly intriguing, convicting book written by a Christian and an atheist. Jim & Casper traveled to churches across America, leading Casper (the atheist) to ask: “Jim, is this what Jesus told you guys to do?”
- Dig Deeper: Tools for Understanding God’s Word, Nigel Beynon & Andrew Sach. Like Christian Beliefs above, Dig Deeper is a seminary class in 200 pages or less. Beynon & Sach give easy tips and tools on how to interpret scripture.
- Leading On Empty: Refilling Your Tank & Renewing Your Passion, Wayne Cordeiro. If you have ever dealt with burnout – or think you might in the future (hint: you will) – this book needs to be on your shelf. Cordeiro walks us through his own personal journey and how he came back healthier and stronger.
- Adopted For Life: The Priority of Adoption for Christian Families and Churches, Russell Moore. For obvious reasons. Chapter 3 was a game-changer in our decision to adopt our sweet Haven.
- Cure For The Common Life: Living In Your Sweet Spot, Max Lucado. Undoubtedly one of America’s best loved writers, Lucado tackles life purpose and mission in a way only he can. If you’ve ever struggled with figuring out how God wired you, read this one.
- How To Wow Your Church Guests: 101 Ways to Make a Meaningful First Impression, Mark Waltz. My friend Mark compiled some of the best practices of churches from around the country…including some stuff we do at the Summit. If you’re a pastor, guest services director, or whatever, you need this book.
- Gospel: Recovering the Power That Made Christianity Revolutionary, J.D. Greear. You’d expect that I’m just enough of a suck up to have my lead pastor’s book on this list. You’re right. But beyond being material for brownie points, Gospel will encourage your walk with Jesus. Yes, I’ve memorized most of the teaching in this book, because it’s stuff I’ve heard in J.D.’s sermons for years. But to have it in written form where I could interact with it took the teaching to a new level. Buy it.
December 29, 2011
It’s an annual tradition as familiar as a Christmas ham or a Labor Day taffy pull. (What? You never had a Labor Day taffy pull? Me either, but it sounds like a great tradition. Let’s start it.)
I’m referring to my favorite posts of the year. The top ten things that made me laugh, made me cry, or generally made me glad that they weren’t one of the other horrid pieces of parakeet cage lining that I usually crank out. (Did I write that out loud?)
Here they are, in order of appearance:
December 28, 2011
Posted by Danny under Staff Stuff
E’rybody knows that the week between Christmas and New Years is no time to have deep thoughts on a blog. Nope, it’s the time to realize that we have eaten so much food that it’s causing our blue jeans to defy the laws of physics, a time to figure out how to spend the $25 Barnes and Noble gift card (an immobilizing decision for me), and a time to come up with witty captions for photos taken during setup for Christmas at the Summit:
Yes, this is Jason Gaston, the esteemed Student Pastor at the Summit, and yes, he’s on the roof. All that’s missing is your commentary on what he’s doing up there.
Best caption wins a free morning of deer hunting with Rev. Gaston himself. He’ll be glad to take you just as soon as I tell him that I promised he would.
December 27, 2011
Yesterday my family and I embarked on a fun-filled 9 1/2 hour road trip. And by “fun-filled” I mean “looking for the nearest cliff to drive off if a certain nine year old asked ‘how much longer’ when the ETA was clearly marked on the GPS.”
Road trips like that always enable Merriem and me to ponder the deeper mysteries of the planet, such as what would be the worst job we could possibly have (me: porta-potty cleaner, her: podiatrist) and where we would live if we weren’t in RDU (her: Nashville, me: Canada. Or maybe San Diego. But I guess the right answer would have been “Anywhere you are, my precious.”).
But the most interesting conversation revolved around what gender social media is. She’s new to Facebook over the last few months, and claimed that the ‘Book is decidedly an arena for women. “You look at my Facebook page” she said, “and you’ll see a bunch of posts and comments that are 98% women.”
I wanted to argue that was because 98% of her Facebook friends actually are women, but I was still in a bit of trouble for wanting to move to San Diego when she was going to Music City, USA, so I decided to keep my trap shut.
She then went on to declare that Twitter is a guy’s playground, and blogs are neutral. So let’s review…Facebook is for women, Twitter is for dudes, WordPress is for Chaz Bono.
Which led me to ask more questions, both out loud and to myself. If every social media outlet has a gender, then what are they? Pinterest is easy: that’s a girl’s game. LinkedIn: mostly dudes. MySpace: creepy dudes who pretend to be girls. Foursquare: whatever gender you’d classify as “bugs the bejeezers out of me.”
So what do you think? Does social media have a gender? Are certain outlets more prone to men vs. women? Comment below, because this blog is a safe place for all the peoples.
December 26, 2011
Christmas Eve, 11:32 PM, and I was stuck smack in the middle of an ethical dilemma. A moral conundrum. A rock and a hard place.
It wasn’t my annual night-before-Christmas problem: drinking Santa’s cup of milk. You see, I’m not a milk drinker. It’s not that I’m lactose intolerant. I’m actually quite tolerant of lactose when it comes in the form of ice cream and queso dip. But straight milk? No thank you. I’m a grown man and I’ll pour Santa’s homogenized offering right down the sink and go for a Dr. Pepper instead.
But back to my problem: Merriem and I were finishing up with the last of the gifts under the tree. And it was at that point that we noticed what our nine year old wrote on his note to Santa…
The (oatmeal) cream pie is for your trip. The other one is for now.
If you are real write a [symbol 1]. If not put [symbol 2]. Please be honest.
There I was, backed into a corner right beside the Christmas tree. 2011 has been the year of doubting for Jase. Regardless of your viewpoint on the big man in the red suit, it’s tough when your kid makes another step from childhood to adulthood.
And there lay our conundrum. The rest of the letter would have been tough enough, but when he added the “please be honest” tag at the end, well that was just the ol’ proverbial knife in the toy sack on our backs. And then “your kid”?!? It’s like he was taunting us with what he knew to be the truth.
Just so you know, we ended up writing “Jase, enjoy being a kid. Merry Christmas!” But on Christmas morning, the jig was up. Jase made a break for our bedroom closet where we’d stashed the special Santa wrapping paper. You know – the paper that only Santa is allowed to use, unless of course it’s December 23rd and you’ve run out of the mere mortal wrapping paper and so some of the stuff that you bought magically turns into stuff that Santa bought. But I digress. Jase found it, and the great mystery of childhood was once and for all solved. And a little part of me was very, very sad.
At the end of the day, it was a dilemma that would make an ethicist scratch his head. The parent in me wanted to keep the fat man around a little longer. The realist wanted to tell him the truth and settle the question. So what would you do? How did you handle the St. Nick question with your kids?
December 23, 2011
We have a nativity set in our house. Okay, we have several nativity sets in our house, but right now all but two of ’em are boxed up, ready to move.
One of our favorite new traditions with Haven is telling her the story of Jesus every night. We line up Mary, Joseph, the angels, wise men, and one odd-man-out elephant (Dumbo was in the manger?!?), and we tell the story.
But my other favorite thing is when Haven kisses baby Jesus night night and puts him to bed, just before she goes to bed.
WARNING: this video is so sweet it’ll put you into a diabetic coma.
(And no, we don’t know what was going on with her hair in this video. I’d assume it’s too early for male pattern baldness.)
December 22, 2011
I’ve been thinking a lot about Joseph this season. You know…Joseph of Nazareth. The forgotten parent of Jesus. Russ Moore’s excellent blog post earlier this week both encapsulated and expanded on much of what I’ve been chewing on.
Because you see – this year more than ever – I can identify with Joseph. Not “Hey-I’m-teaching-a-deity-how-to-ride-a-tricycle” identification, but identification through adoption.
Joseph raised a child who wasn’t biologically his. He loved him. Fought for him. Protected him. Taught him. Guided him. Trained him. Prayed for him.
I’d never thought through Joseph’s experience until this year. I’ve played Joseph a few times in nativity scenes and Christmas programs. But back then, I only understood Joseph’s role as a father.
This year I understand him as daddy.
I wonder what it was like when he found out Mary was pregnant. Was he hurt? Confused? Scared? Excited? What was it like in the final days of her pregnancy? Was he preparing a nursery? Preparing his finances? Preparing his heart? How about when he held the infant king for the first time? Was he fearful? Did he feel inadequate? Did he think he’d be the best earthly daddy to that little guy?
What was it like to raise Jesus? Did he ever tell him of his conversation with Gabriel? Did he ever mention the tears he shed with Mary? Did he ever get gut-level honest and tell Jesus he wasn’t sure he was fully equipped for the task at hand?
Did it take him a few months to feel like a daddy, or did he claim that title as soon as he looked into the eyes of his son? Did he get up in the middle of the night to check his breathing? Did he sit by his crib in the morning, waiting to see chubby hands rub sleepy eyes?
Did he rush through his work at the shop so he could get home to play with his little buddy? Did he neglect household chores for a while because he was so enamored with the miracle in front of him?
Did he ever drop to his knees and thank God for picking him for the job?
I don’t know…I can’t know all of the things Joseph experienced. There’s never been another adoption situation anywhere close to his. No angel announced our daughter’s birth, no smelly shepherds attended her arrival, no Fed Ex package has arrived with myrrh.
But when it comes to being a daddy who claims and loves a child as if it were his own…I think I understand. I think this year, for the first time ever, I can say I’m standing with Joseph.
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