on shutting up and listening.

I’m taking a class on oral history this semester, and one of the first things we learned as a matter of audio quality on recordings is that in conversations we do things like go “mmm” or “yeah” or “huh” all the time when other people are talking. This tends to sounds really, really dumb on recordings, but it also makes you realize–we are not good at silence. Or at least I’m not. I don’t know about you.

So ever since that class I’ve been really self-conscious about how much I’ll interrupt people even with an “mmm”, because now I’m more aware of how much I suck as a listener. Even if I’m quiet on the outside, it’s hard to get the voice in my head to shut up and give my full attention to the other person.

The Christian tradition tells us that listening is a gift received and given–“faith comes by hearing”, Paul says. When we quiet ourselves long enough to really listen, it has the power to change us. So it is with God, which is why our fathers and mothers in the faith took out the time to meditate on His words and still themselves so they could hear Him. And so it is with other people–when we listen to someone else, we are giving them the freedom to open up part of their lives to us. Everyone has a story that needs to be told; everyone has a voice to be heard. “One generation will tell of His works to another…”

So, be slow to speak. Be quick to listen. Shut up for a minute. Maybe you’ll hear something you never heard before.

for the preachers

Tell me the story again–
I know you’ve told me before,
Hundreds of times,
But I was given a mind like a child
And like a child I recognize a good tale
When I hear it, and so tell it to me again
So I can live in it body, mind, and soul

Let me sit down at your feet,
Master bard, prophet, priest, and poet alike,
The keeper of the keys of our history.

Tell me of our ancestors
Who rose up and followed a midnight voice
To go find the light
Who stayed in darkness and did dark deeds
Who called upon the name of the Lord
Who built a tower to bring Him down
Tell me again of the great rebellion
Tell me again of the remnant that remained

Tell me of the heroes who paved the way
For the greater Hero who was to come
Tell me of His kindness toward the unkind
Tell me of the bloody battle that tore Him to pieces
And of the victory He won on the third day

And tell me of the fathers and the mothers
Who handed on the flame of love through
Persecution and nakedness and famine and sword

And tell me your story, O preacher–
Tell me of your sin forgiven, soul redeemed,
Mind renewed, body marked for resurrection.
Tell your story to tell the greater One
Over and over and over again

So that we children at your feet
May find the courage and skill to tell ours.

thursday 13

I’m going to try to be more consistent about these, I promise. This week: 13 more of your favorite fictional characters.

1. WALL-E.
2. Lady Macbeth (even though she’s kind of evil).
3. Ed Tom Bell, No Country For Old Men
4. The man, The Road
5. Benny and Nina, In the Heights
6. Billy/Dr. Horrible, Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog
7. Number 6, The Prisoner
8. Max and Jude, Across the Universe
9. Bones and Booth, Bones
10. Jamie and Aurelia, Love Actually
11. Jo March, Little Women
12. Brother William, The Name of the Rose
13. I hate admitting this, but Alice Cullen, Twilight.

what am i still doing sitting here?

I’m at Barnes and Noble trying to get some work done. I did get some done, but I keep getting distracted by miscellaneous stuff–Internet, the plethora of books I want to buy every time I show up here…

Had a thought the other day that I’ve been mulling over: I think that a lot of the reason that the world doesn’t listen to the Church about stuff like sexuality and abortion and such (well, I mean besides its own depravity) is that we’ve forgotten to ground those issues in the greater story of the Gospel. We pull out the “God said don’t do this, it’s bad” argument, but we don’t really understand ourselves the Gospel reasoning for why it’s wrong. For example, heterosexual married sex is right because it’s a metaphor for the relationship between Jesus and His bride, the church (see Ephesians 5)–it is covenantal, it is between two people who are different from one another and who have different roles, it is the two becoming one flesh, it is meant to produce fruit–and any corruption of this also corrupts the picture of the Gospel that it’s meant to be. Maybe first we ought to get people at least more familiar with the Story, and then move from there.

On another note, it is seriously cold outside. News is saying something about freezing rain or sleet in the morning. I’m just sitting here in the store and my fingers are freezing.

The Morning News (which is one of my favorite websites ever) ran a piece the other day on skinny guys, and how celebrities (and now our 44th president) have made being a skinny guy cool. I’m not wholly sure of that–I mean, I think there are some cute skinny guys out there, but I prefer fellows with a little more meat on their bones. (Of course, I also say this and wish I had that kind of metabolism, but oh well.)

Okay, I’m getting all the drafts from the door. Time to get up and move around a bit. Love you all.

I came to meet God today–

I came to hear the voice that spoke the stars into space,
the voice that was Word, Word that was flesh,
flesh that is body and blood broken for us,
bread and wine for the long road ahead,
and I will taste and see that the Lord is good.
I came to meet God today,
and angels caught me unaware
as they went dancing up and down the stairs
hung in between heaven and earth;
they taught me their one-song glory
and told to me the old, old story
of eternity invading time,
of a kingdom coming for you, for me.
For in the six days of nine to five
I stand a little less alive,
like the silver cord that will one day break
(for dust we are, to dust we will return),
but today the Lord said let there be light,
and we are raised to life like a dry bone army
only to have the Spirit set us aflame.
I came to meet God with His blood on my hands,
but before this Judge I don’t fear to stand,
because these stains are my safety and my alibi,
so I raise them up rejoicing like a flag flown high in a hostile country;
they are the marks of my longing for my true fatherland.
I just came here to get a glimpse,
to hear its song, to taste its riches.
I came to meet God today
and at first I didn’t recognize Him because
He looked an awful lot like you,
for we too are His body,
broken and poured out like a drink offering,
but raised up again to life and seated in Him in the heavens.
Sorry, Ms. Rowling, we are the real
Order of the Phoenix–and we don’t need spells!
We are the children of the Deeper Magic from before the dawn of time.
I came to meet God today,
and He left His kiss on my lips
and His name on my hands
(and in those days, He said, one will
write on her hands, “I am the Lord’s”).
I came to meet God today
only to find that He came to meet me,
came to meet us

exercise for the day…

Make a list of ten things you’re good at. Like, objectively good at, things other people have told you’re good at, things you usually succeed at doing. No negative things like “slacking off” or “acting like an idiot”. Real good things, like “encouraging other people” or “fixing stuff” or “playing basketball”.

Make a list of ten things you’re not so great at, too. Weaknesses. Things you just don’t have the mind or the temperament for. Things that you don’t enjoy doing. Sins, even. No ego-tripping here, either. Be honest with yourself. Ask someone else, if you need to.

Compare the two lists.

Now, ask yourself: What are good ways to use my strengths? What can I do about my weaknesses?

And then do those things.

This all sounds rather obvious, but I don’t know a whole lot of people who can list these things, just because they’ve never really thought about it. Try it, though. Be honest. Don’t let it freak you out. It’s often in doing this kind of stuff that we figure out who we are, and who God is calling us to be.

If you want to share your lists, feel free, but don’t feel compelled.