Our Tribute to Miss Loretta.

So, you’ll have to excuse a really mushy post about my dog.  I am not a big fan of blogs that don’t stay somewhat on topic, and my topic is generally personal reaction to pop-culture, Christianity, college ministry, and related humor.  But today I have to give my sweet dog a shout out.

Sweet, yes.  Bright enough to avoid traffic, obviously not.  Saturday afternoon (right before my Tar Heels lost another one) Loretta was hit and killed by a car on the highway in front of my in-laws’ house.  One minute we are playing ball in the yard, the next minute I am digging a Retta-sized hole in the yard, with tears streaming down my face.

We adopted Retta from the pound here in Asheville on January 21st of 2007.  They found her highly malnourished, underweight, and scared.  We quickly helped to pack the pounds back onto her, and stuffed her into our small apartment.  Lucky for her, we didn’t do much research before we went to the pound, and had to foot the $350 non-refundable pet fee.

I’d pay 3 times as much to have her back tomorrow.

We didn’t even know she knew how to bark until one day in the early spring when a man was painting our patio.  She only barked when necessary.

From day one Loretta was allowed on every piece of furniture in the house.  The best was when we had guests already on said furniture.  Unaware that she weighed around 50 pounds, Retta would make herself comfortable, often at high speeds, sometimes from behind the couch, right in the laps of our visitors.

She loved Little Ben.  The two of them had a mutual agreement to share food that he didn’t want, and from the very beginning of his life he’d love to have her lick the food right off of his face.  Despite our best parenting efforts, there were times we just had to stop and laugh at the two of themBy far the hardest moments since she died have been when LB has called for her, unable to understand why she’s gone.  He’s going to miss having that dog around to tackle.

We are going to miss having that dog around to lick up all of our messes.  We’d perfectly trained her to follow a toe-tap on the ground in the direction of a treat we were too lazy to clean up ourselves.  We’re not going to miss the terrible (and I mean terrible) room-clearing gas that the addition of human food to her diet (via the little man and our laziness) rendered in her gastrointestinal system.

Since the addition of LB, Retta’s favorite time of day was after he went to bed.  We’d curl up on the futon in the office to watch TV shows via the internet, and she’d curl up right there with us, eager to get some affection.

Soon it’ll be back to normal content here at benandjacq.com, but for today, we wanted to remember our sweet (but stupid) pooch.  Anybody with a dog knows, there’s nothing quite like their unconditional excitement.  We loved that sweet dog.  It’s going to be a really rough couple of weeks.  We’d appreciate your prayers.

(Not) Helping us Pick a Baby Name. Part 2.

Last week we started something.

Here’s another dose of “Just because it’s in the Bible doesn’t mean you should go with it

This week we’ll stick with girl names. Don’t worry, the boy names are coming.

Quartus: When I said that boy names were coming, I meant next week.  This name is firmly listed in the “female” category on the baby-naming website I’ve got open.  Quartus.  The name makes it’s appearance in the Bible one time, in Romans 16:23.  And it’s a dude.  A Roman dude, from the sounds of it.  His name, though I never took Latin, means “fourth.” So, to give this name to your child, you are essentially saying the equivalent of a YouTube commenter that says “First!” — with the notable distinction that you dont think your child is the best or first.  Unless you, like my father, have a father who is a “Junior” and are yourself a “Third,” there’s really no need to name your child “Fourth.”  And naming your little girl Quartus seems to me to be immoral.

Palestina: In addition to the political undertones of such a name, this one is a real doozy.  According to The Exhaustive Dictionary of Bible Names, it means “The land of wanderers; land of strangers. Rolled in dust. Wallowing.” And that’s precisely what I want to name my sweet little girl.  The website where I found this name gives the definition “Which is covered, watered, or brings ruin.”  I heartily endorse “covered” as a descriptive word for my daughter, and if we are talking about the plans of a 13 year old boy in her class, “that which brings ruin” is something he desperately needs.  I’d be willing to give “Palestina” a pass, if it weren’t for the fact that “Philistia” is how all the other translations (with the exception of the KJV) renders it, and Isaiah 14:29-31 then becomes basically a calling down of judgment on the name of my daughter.  And I think that has implications later in life.

Patmos:  Sticking with the P’s, lets head down the page a bit to “Patmos.”  This name rolls off your tongue, doesn’t it?  Easy to say gets a check mark in the “Pro” column.  What will generally put you in the “Con” column is the meaning “Mortal,” or “my killing.”  Though I am sure that more than once during my daughter’s life I will think (and/or say aloud) “You’re killing me!” in a metaphorical sense, I’m pretty sure that naming a child “the death of me” is not a good sign for their future.  Plus, the fact that John was exiled to the “Isle of Patmos” according to his account in Revelation 1:9 makes for more interesting trivia for your daughter. What I wonder is if John gave the island that name, or if it was already called “death island.”  Either way, I don’t think it was intended as a girl’s name.

Dabareh:  Here’s a tricky one.  Not only is this the name of a town, in Joshua 21:28, but you’d most likely just be accused of being the worst speller in the world, and having aimed for the (perfectly acceptable) name “Deborah” (with alternate southern spelling “Debra.”  I love you, mom).  The meaning of the name “Deborah” is quite honorable.  It basically means “eloquent.”  Just change a few letters, and “Dabareh” means “a run for sheep, or pasture.”  You gotta watch out.  “Good at talking” and “good at collecting sheep poo” are worlds apart in my opinion, but only three vowels apart in your daughter’s name.

That’s all for this week.  Next week we’ll see what this website thinks we should name a boy.

In the meantime, how’s about you tell us what names we should avoid in our quest to name #2.  Comment below.

What if Raising Support IS My Ministry?

I’m so quick to let heresy come out of my mouth.

The other day on a support appointment I said “We can’t wait to report to our assignment and start doing ministry!” What a shame, that I would further the unfortunate stereotype that to challenge someone to worship with their wallet is somehow different from challenging students to worship with their lives.

Raising support is a ministry.  We are seeing God change the hearts of countless folks toward our ministry.  Even if folks aren’t able to give, the ministry we have in their life is reminding them that God is bigger than the economy or the news networks.  We so greatly appreciate those who would sacrifice and continue to give in such a crazy, uncertain financial world.  Your heart is clearly resting in Christ, as evidenced by the clear, consistent placement of your treasure in causes so close to His heart.

I have to continually remind myself that my only duty as a slave of Christ is to follow his bidding.  Though my heart beats to reach college students with the gospel, (and I firmly believe that God is passionate about that cause) right now he would have me reach others with the true “prosperity gospel,” that real prosperity comes not from money or worldly security, but from Christ.  In calling people to partner with us financially, I am calling them to a radical position where we collectively recognize that God is not about our financial bottom line.

With this particular ministry of challenging folks to financial partnership, I need to be so careful that I don’t totally blow it by my financial lifestyle speaking louder than my words.  A tragedy of American Christianity is that pastors and leaders who would claim to be honoring God are falling prey to the same greed and consumerism to which the watching world is enslaved.  We need to have a wartime mentality toward our spending and lifestyle.  I’d highly recommend all folks (and especially vocational ministers) read the new introduction (link downloads a pdf file) to John Piper’s book “Let the Nations Be Glad,” as it was the stimulus to rocking my world, this morning.

So I repent of my heresy.  I am doing ministry when I make phone calls to develop financial partners.  Right now, today, I am in full-time ministry.

What about you?  In what ways have you allowed heresy to infect your view of God’s call on your life? Comment below.

(Still Not) Helping us Name our Baby. Part 3.

Welcome to the second-to-last installment of our fun little weekly exercise.  This week we are going to go over a few more not-so-advisable names I’ve come across in our quest to name our next child something, um, biblical.

Withoust taking up any more time, it’s week three of “Just because it’s in the Bible doesn’t mean you should go with it.” This time around I’ve switched over to searching the boy’s names.  All of the names presented in this series appear via the same misguided baby-naming website.

Abaddon: This seems like a strong name.  Lots of hard consonants, and whatnot.  And it is a strong name.  So strong that in the Bible it’s one of the names used to refer to hell. (Psalm 88:11, Proverbs 15:11)  Literally translated it means “destruction, or what a two-year-old bear cub might do in a porcelain doll shop.”  If you are looking to raise a world-class Mixed Martial Artist, this could be your ticket to making that happen.  I’d go with the middle name “Liddell” or “Bruiser.”

Barabbas: There are several reasons why I think we’ll avoid this name for our next boy.  First of all, it immediately brings to mind the notorious murderer who was released instead of Jesus.  That’s not so bad, given that all of us are guilty and let off the hook by Jesus.  What makes this a name that I am not a fan of is that it essentially means “Son of a man.”  And I think that much should be understood, as opposed to pointed out.  Neat insights regarding how such a general name was given to the man who was released for Jesus aside, I don’t think naming my boy “Kid with a dad” is going to fly.  Other names I am going to avoid are “son of a woman,””amphibious frog” or “overly-nice Mormon.”  It’s just redundant.

Pekod: This is a boy’s name suggested by my now-favorite baby-naming website.  It means “visit”  which sounds cool until you hear it in the sentence “The Lord visited them with destruction and punishment…” which is precisely how some commentators understand this word in the context of scripture.  I’m not sure I want to name my child something that may indicate to him that I think God is punishing me by his very presence.  But, then again, it would give him some great things to tell his counselor later in life, or some good stand-up material.

Dodo: Sometimes when perusing baby naming websites, you might start with the meaning first, and then look at the actual name itself.  That’s what I hope has happened in the event you meet a little boy named Dodo.  His name means (in ancient culture) “Beloved of the LORD; Jehovah is Loving. His Beloved.”  What an honorable, God-exalting name.  However, in the contemporary vernacular, it translates roughly to “my parents hate me and want to create an entire new sub-genre of playground insults.”  That’s about the only reason I could see naming your boy “Dodo.”

That’s all for this week.  Next week we’ll put this ailing blog-series out of it’s misery when we round out the last set of potential boy’s names.  What names am I missing?  Comment below.

Tennessee Bound.

Hey folks, this is just a short post to let those of you in the great state of TN know that I am coming your way today, and I’ll be back in Asheville on Monday (late afternoon).  While I’m there, I am meeting with tons of folks to share about our ministry and do a little support raising.  Here’s the two things I need from all of you:

  1. If you live in TN, you can hit me up at 828-51-51-BEN and we can meet to talk about Jesus, your wallet, and the gospel going to every corner of the globe.
  2. If you don’t live in TN, you can pray that my time in my former stompin’ grounds would be fruitful, encouraging, and fun.  Pray that I would see $200 in monthly support come from this trip.  Also pray that my car continues running all the way there and back.

Thanks so much, folks.  While we are on the topic of prayer requests, how can I pray for you?  Comment below.  Or if it’s a personal one you don’t want to share with the far reaches of the internet, you can shoot me a message.