Sleep, Theodore, and Billy Reuben.

I don’t know who Billy is, and why he is so passionate about corned beef on marbled rye, but we’ve been talking a lot about him lately.

(aside for my single male readers: bilirubin–pronounced Billy Reuben–is an indicator in the blood of babies for jaundice.  Jaundice is where your baby starts to look like Bert from Sesame Street. Google it.)

Our Theo’s bilirubin levels were increasing rapidly yesterday, but are retreating today, as we’ve been laying him in the sun and Jacqueline has been an all-he-can-eat buffet for the last 24 hours.

It’s fun to see the doctors being very gentle with us as they explain jaundice and bilirubin.  We keep asking for worst case and then sort of smiling at each other as if to say “really?  that’s it?  they sawed off the back of LB’s head one time.”

We’re loving being a family of 4, but ask us once all the family help has left us to fend for ourselves.  Who needs sleep.

More Photos!

In case you were unaware, there are tons of photos of our life in our Picasa Album.  Not just Theo, though I admit he is the smallest addition to the clan, and therefore getting a lot of camera time these days.

Some folks have been commenting on facebook asking for photos.  So, there’s a way to scratch that particular itch!  Enjoy.

Eight Years, One Month, and a Couple of Hours.

In August of 2002, I drove my Nissan Maxima (that I nicknamed “minima”) back from New Staff Training in Winter Park, FL and started raising support for my ministry with Campus Crusade for Christ.  I was a single guy, comedically overconfident regarding my abilities, excited to go where God had called.

Over the next 4 years my teammates in Murfreesboro got to watch a magical transformation whereby I changed from a really disorganized, painfully self-unaware kid into a slightly disorganized, moderately self-aware adult.  God used my time and teammates on CCC staff at MTSU to do a ton of overhaul in my life and heart regarding adulthood and responsibility.

I met my bride in August of 2005, and married her 9 months later, before she could find out what she was really getting into.  The time we spent on staff in Asheville, NC was so formative in our marriage, as we got to see marriage modeled by our director, and folks from our amazing church.  We learned what it meant to strive for balance in life, juggling home life, ministry life, and eventually parenthood.  Through it all, the support network of fellow CCC staff was so instrumental in teaching us things like conflict resolution, effective communication, and rooting us deeper and deeper in the gospel.  We’ll always look fondly on our time in Asheville, and the life-long friendships we forged there.

The past year has been a lesson in perseverance, faith, and perspective.  We persevered to the bitter end in raising support, and God taught us much.  We strengthened our faith muscle as we prepared to step into the unknown.  We gained such great perspective on issues like calling, vocation, and finances.  We’re still smack-dab in the middle of most of those lessons, eager to see where God has us next.

Tomorrow is officially our last day on staff with Campus Crusade for Christ. (um, please continue giving until November, though–just to be clear) But rest assured that no matter where we go, it’s because we are being sent there by CCC.  I wouldn’t trade the life skills, relationships, and experiences of these past 8 years for all the money in the world.  I am overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude.

For a couple more hours, I can still proudly say “I’m on staff with Campus Crusade for Christ.”

Whats so wrong with self-esteem?

I have a toddler.  That means I am inundated with products aimed at kids, and I’ve noticed a troubling trend.  Everybody wants my kid to feel good about himself, sometimes in spite of the facts.

Self-esteem is only good if it’s true.  No matter how good he feels about himself, it only really matters how good he actually is.  And the Bible is troubling on that count: “No one is good.  Not even one.”  So for me to tell my child that he should feel good about himself without giving him any reason to believe it, I am encouraging psychosis.

He’s not a snowflake, he’s not special (because if everybody is special, then nobody is special.  That’s what the word means.), and he can’t be whatever he wants to be when he grows up.  No matter how hard he tries, given his mother’s and my foot-speed, he’s never going to make it as a professional running back in the NFL.  And he’s got about a 10,000,000 (that’s ten million) to 1 chance of becoming President of the United States.  To tell him he can be “whatever he sets his mind to” is setting him up for a good counselor at about age 25.

Here’s the difference between Christianity and every other worldview (and especially the therapeutic hoo-ha that passes for “Christian kids programming” all too often.)  If your kid’s programming gives him the impression that God is impressed when he is a good little boy, that’s paganism.  Christianity alone has the capacity to be honest about the depth and horror of sin, because Christianity alone actually has a solution for sin.

Christianity says that God lavishes gifts on his children freely, not because they are “special.”

Any attempt to make my child feel good about himself apart from Christ is actually a barrier to the gospel taking root in his heart.

What if I could share with my child that, in spite of his terrible record of obedience, there is one who was perfectly obedient and offered His record in exchange for my child’s?  What if I could share how he should never look to himself to find esteem, but instead look to Christ?

Christ is special.  Christ is a snowflake.  Christ could have been whatever he wanted when he grew up.  And he laid it all aside,  and

“did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.  And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” Philippians 2: 6b-8.

If our children take hold of that fact, by faith, we can then afford to be honest with them about all kinds of stuff, from what they want to be when they grow up to how they aren’t really all that special, but that they are loved by the God of the universe.

Pagan performance-based encouragement or vague sentimentality about being “special” will lead to distorted anthropology, arrogance, and baseless “self-esteem.”  Biblical encouragement, on the other hand, will lead to healthy self-awareness (I am worse off than I thought) and joy (but God has provided a new record in Christ!).

What is the Bible Primarily About?

Saw this video over at Zack’s place.  Like him, I have been floored by reading the Bible through this lens.  The Old Testament is an Easter egg hunt that has been so loaded with eggs it’s unfair.  Once you start to see the Bible in this way, it’s pretty awesome.  Please take a few minutes and let Tim Keller blow your mind, and like Zack said, if your pastor is not giving you this kind of stuff on a regular basis, kick him in the hind-parts.