Prepare for a free advertising spot…

I’m in favor of giving public attaboys and attagirls when somebody treats customers the way they ought to be treated.  Today I experienced just that.  And since it involved technology and web 2.0, I felt obligated to blog about it.

I was doing my taxes online using TurboTax, which I have for the past 3 years.  Being a Monday (just after 5:00 PM EST) in late January, I’d imagine the traffic at their website was going through the roof, with people getting home to a W-2 in the mail and logging on to do their taxes.  So, I was anticipating a slow time.  But it began booting me from the system, and requiring me to log in over and over again.  Eventually their server just gave up, having fought the good fight.  I got a standard “NO SOUP FOR YOU” page when trying to get to my half-finished return.

So, because I was frustrated, I updated Twitter saying “TurboTax’s servers just flipped out and logged me out. I was so close to being done.”

About a minute later I got a tweet (that’s what they call twitter messages) from @TTaxChristine saying “I’m Christine from TurboTax, we’re checking out the issue.”

That’s what I’m talking about.  Web 2.0 to the rescue when Web 1.0 takes a dive.

Thanks, Christine and TurboTax.  Your attention to detail got you a free advertising spot here on the most-read blog published in the greater Erwin Hills area of Asheville, NC.

Unashamed Cave to Peer Pressure.

If you aren’t on facebook, then you haven’t seen the “25 Random Things” notes that have been going around.  At first I thought it was silly to write a note with 25 things and then “tag” 25 people in that note to write their 25 things.  But as I have been reading others’ notes, I have really enjoyed them.  So, in what feels like betraying the “I’ll never participate in chain letters or sappy email forwards” promise I made to myself very early in life, I give you my 25 things.

  1. I’ve fallen out of a raft in a class 4 rapid on the Arkansas river in Colorado.
  2. I’d like people to think that I can properly load and shoot a muzzle-loading rifle just because I have once.
  3. My wife and I had a fight on the way to staff meeting last week that was resolved via text message.
  4. I very rarely read all of the lesson that I teach on Wednesday nights at church before I am actually teaching it.
  5. I once could recite the entire book of Philippians from memory.
  6. I am frequently interested in making people think that I don’t care what they think about me. That’s right, I hide behind “transparency.”
  7. As a (far more self-absorbed than I’d care to admit) verbal-processing extrovert, I talk so much about myself that I find it difficult to find something to put on these lists that people don’t already know.
  8. My pediatrician once told me I’d be between 6’10” and 7’0″ tall.  I got good at rebounding in basketball.  Then I stopped growing at 6′ 1″ and started focusing on guitar.
  9. I once shared the gospel with a vodka-enhanced former KGB agent who was wearing only tightie-whities.
  10. I have typed at least two things that were not true (or not completely true) while making this list and then deleted them.  A few years ago I probably would have left those things on the list.
  11. I’ve flown east all the way around the world in a summer.
  12. I once wrote a song in an afternoon for my wife (who had gone shopping, I think) that included the line “Still long for the day when we get in a fight // and it turns out that I was right.”
  13. I cry at unimportant things like movies and sermon illustrations, but rarely cry at things like funerals of loved ones.  That may be due in part to the fact that I frequently get asked to speak at those funerals, and nerves keep me from crying.
  14. I like to think of myself as a country boy at heart, but I’ll never move away from the city.
  15. I have an uncanny ability to memorize numbers.  I still remember the phone number from my grandparent’s next-door neighbor when I was around 16 years old, and many of the phone numbers of my childhood friends.  It’s not an automatic thing, in that I have to consciously think “remember this.”  But once I do commit it to memory, I’m pretty stuck with it.
  16. I used to have 20-13 vision.
  17. Before my senior year in college, I had no idea what a 401-K or an IRA was, or that it referred to anything financial.  I’ve never balanced a checkbook.  (and I can’t remember the last time I wrote a paper check, for that matter)
  18. According to my boss in high school, I was the fastest and most efficient weed-eater operator he’d ever seen in 25 years of landscaping experience.  That hasn’t given me any advantage in my adult life, to my knowledge.
  19. I’ve driven more of the coolest classic cars (’64 & ’65 GTO, ’26 Model-T,  ’57 Pontiac, ’67 Buick Riviera, not to mention some modern muscle cars like Corvettes, supercharged Mini-Coopers and Chargers) than most folks, due to my grandfather and father’s collection of them.
  20. I have creative passion, but very little discipline when it comes to giving those passions an outlet.  And I am ashamed of my attempts at art, often.
  21. I didn’t drink my first full alcoholic beverage until I was 22 years old.  At one point since then I tried to make up for lost time.  I am learning moderation.
  22. I quit playing baseball growing up because my big brother quit, and I was on his team first.  That and there was a conflict with Boy Scouts.  I think I could’ve been a decent baseball player.
  23. One of my biggest fears in life is that I would not live out the gospel in such a way that my son grows up with a positive view of Jesus.
  24. I’ve been pick-pocketed on a Roman subway.  They stole my camera.  When I realized I was pick-pocketed I punched a plaster wall in anger and hurt my hand.
  25. I’ve run naked (except for hiking boots) through the snow in the Swiss Alps.  There was tastefully long-distance photographic evidence of that, but it was stolen with my camera in Rome.

Sprinkling the Baby.

Tomorrow evening, we are baptizing our little boy.  I know infant baptism has been an issue to split entire denominations, and so I thought it appropriate to pause and acknowledge the “why” of our decision to baptize our 9 month-old.

First, a few notes as to what this occasion is not.

  1. It is not a mere religious formality.  In fact, we are not fans of religion.  Let me explain.  Religion is the approach to God that says we need to do certain things to make him happy or to appease him.  Religion says that God sets a standard and that we are constantly doing things to reach that standard.  It’s karma.  Build up enough good stuff to make God happy.  We are not baptizing our child to make God happy.  We don’t go to church to make God happy.  That’s religion, and we (despite our classification with the IRS as members of a religious missionary organization) are not pro-religion.  Additionally, we are not pro-formality.  We aren’t baptizing Little Ben to check off a formality. In fact, if you come to our church, very little is formal.  The pastor doesn’t even tuck in his shirt.
  2. We don’t believe that this baptism saves Little Ben.  He is still saved the “old fashioned way” via the instructions in Romans 10:9-10.  He confesses his need for a savior, and asks Jesus to be that savior, through the power of the regenerating Holy Spirit.

So that’s what the baptism isn’t.  Here’s what it is.  (I should note that this is an “agree to disagree” issue for me, and I understand that for some it is not.  I apologize for not arguing with you about it. There are men and women I greatly respect and look up to like John Piper on the other side of the theological fence from me on this issue.  We agree to disagree.)  We believe that scripture teaches that God works through the unit of families.  When Abraham entered into covenant with God, he and all the males in his family were circumsized.  In many instances, God uses language like “the promise is for you and your children…” to demonstrate that His plan is to work through the family.  We see baptism as the new covenant version of circumcision.  Jesus’ death on the cross took away the need for blood to enter into the covenant.

So tomorrow when little Ben is baptized, what we are doing is acknowledging that he is a sinner in need of God’s grace, and that God has sovereignly placed him in our care to steward and shepherd into a man who one day will enter into God’s family.  The faith on display is not his faith, but ours.

What a beautiful picture of God’s grace: a selfish, self-centered baby is dragged (most likely screaming… the service starts near the fussiest time of the day) into a covenant where his sworn enemy (God) becomes his sacrificial lamb.

Feel free to join us as we celebrate God’s grace tomorrow night.

I made a few modifications to my car.

I just totalled my car, (see the picture in the previous post) and was standing and talking to the workers that came to clean up the mess.  The guy sweeping grabbed my bumper and tossed it up on the hood out of the way.  I seized a moment to lighten the mood.

“Don’t scratch the paint!” I yelled.  I then did my best to keep a straight face.

All of the men standing around toyed for a few seconds with the thought that I might be serious.  One of them stammered “uh… uh…” and I let it linger before busting out in a loud laugh.

The guys at the Ochre Hill volunteer fire department are good folks.  It’s a good thing, too.  I just T-boned one of their pickup trucks en route to a house call.  Everybody is fine, and now I just get to deal with the insurance companies and impound lots.  Pray for my sanity.

Lessons Learned at an Open Mic.

The year was 2004 (or was it 2005 by that time?).  I was at a nearly-monthly “open mic” night at a friends house in Murfeesboro.  For those not in the know, Murfreesboro is a loud siren’s distance from Nashville, the music city.  So, you gotta be aware that the level of talent at this shindig was not-so-amateur.

Being a musician, I went ahead and signed up for a spot on the list that was being passed around.  I signed up after a guy named Charlie Murphey.  Sounded harmless enough.  Shouldn’t be a tough act to follow.

A few minutes later, Charlie lumbered up on stage, but as he was taking a seat, I noticed that the guitar he was holding apeared to just be an extension of his arms.  He was so comfortable carrying it through a crowd He didn’t even have to think about it.  I soon learned why: he had spent plenty of time with that instrument on his lap.

That’s when I learned a life-lesson.  Never sign up at an open mic after a guy who you have not heard play.  Especially if you are in central Tennessee.

I’d like to introduce you to Charlie.  Seems the marketing folks got ahold of him and “Murphey” is now “Hardin.”  Check him out at CharlieHardin.com and tell him I sent you.



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