Where We Want To Be...

Throughout my life and work, I've learned a lot over time about change. It seems that over and over again, whether it's in our family dynamics, conflicts with a friend or issues at work, there is always a challenge to overcome when faced with change.

Recently, I've been struck with the penetrating simplicity of two simple questions: Where are we now? and Where do we want to be? The difference between these two is what Peter Senge, from MIT's Sloan School of Management calls a "vision gap." He says that this gap itself provides the energy we need to move from where we are now to where we want to be. From there, we can only do two things with the gap...either we lower our expecations for where we want to be, or we raise our performance to that level. What a challenge!

Last Sunday I experienced my own "vision gap" as I stood in the arboreal foothills of the Sawatch Range in Colorado, looking up to the alpine summit of Mount Huron, 14,003 feet. I couldn't see the top...it was snowing...my brother-in-law and climbing partner Chuck and I wondered if it was safe to try the climb.

But aha, there's the vision gap: we decided "no guts, no glory," and up we went. Step after step we maintained our desire for the summit, though the vision gap grew smaller. We had to stick with it...there's not much oxygen above 10,000 feet! (Back in my flying days, we had to have oxygen available any time we were above that altitude.) In the end, though it was challenging, we made it. Of course we needed to plod back down, but that's a whole other story.

The exuberance of making a summit is so high! It's such a gift...the beauty, the majesty of God's wondrous high creation is unparalleled. Even though we were socked in on this summit from clouds, we still had that feeling of great success.

How about you? What mountain looms ahead of you? Where are you now? Where do you want to be?

Narrow that vision gap...start climbing that mountain. It starts with your next step...

Lookin' Up, Pastarod

The end to a perfect day...

Ah yes, the day started early as I had alot to do. My cup of morning tea tasted great and it was a clear commute even though they've been doing construction on my road out. The meetings went well in the morning and I was easily able to get several shots I'll need for my upcoming trip to Zambia. I passed my physical fitness test and then played some great hoops with some friends at the base. Then I was able to do a big grocery shopping trip and the store wasn't even busy. After coming home, taking a shower and getting dinner ready, I sat down with my in-laws, wearing my Buffs t-shirt...

...and watched my Colorado Buffaloes sneak out a win against #21 West Virginia!

Ah, the end to a perfect day. The Buffs are now 3-0 and it's not going to get any easier. But they're well on thier way. Can't wait to see 'em take on Florida State next Saturday!

Lookin' Up, Pastarod

Why are we so alone?

It’s been a striking truth to me for years that one of the things that most grieves God and us is our disconnection from one another. Time and time again, we see in our families, workplaces, schools and neighborhoods that relational brokenness drives us to run away from one another, causes us to isolate ourselves. We may be surrounded by people at every turn, but we still often feel that no one really knows us.

This isolation grieves God’s heart, and he has provided a means for us to escape it: through admitting our sin and accepting God’s forgiveness, we receive the power of God for a life-transforming journey. As Paul says, “the old has gone...the new has come.” The potential for a whole new life is now realized. But so many of us still try to remain on the old pathway of life lived alone. We don’t open ourselves to others, fearing their lack of acceptance. Our faith may be intact, but we still try to face life solo. The result is ongoing brokenness and isolation, perhaps no great change.

Why do we do this to ourselves? We bump into each other but don't connect. We stay in our homes and our workplace cubicles wondering how we'll ever break out.

Why not try the Christ's church? In Christ's church we find all kinds of people who are broken but seeking to be made whole together. I know this journey for me has often been painful, but I'll say I've seen God meet me through others in the church. And these days, I'm growing all the more convinced it's the only real way...

What do you think?

Lookin’ Up, Pastor Rod

Buffs Crush Lambies...

The day started terrible, with an early wake-up due to a problem with my water well. My car needed a jump-start after having sat idle while we were gone on vacation. But oh, how nicely things changed.

The Buffs Crushed the Lambies.

Ah, I love it. My beloved Colorado Buffaloes pasted our little brothers to the north 38-17. This is good. This is very good.

The world is still level...

Lookin' Up, Pastarod

I'm Not Dead Yet...

On July 20, 2008 I did one of those things I've always wanted to do but never did...I climbed one of the Colorado "14ers." What an awesome experience...

Mt. Yale - 14,196 feet...one of God's glorious peaks.

On the trail at 5:30 am, I was able to summit 3 hours later....finally. My legs ached and wobbled but there was enough in them. Wow! The view from the top was amazing.

And then I went the other way...down. How did my knees survive? I couldn't believe how steep the last 2000' felt to my unitiated knees, but with persistence and breaks, they made it.

No guts, no glory...thank you, Lord for health and vigor!

Lookin' Up, Pastarod

Life's Small Blessings...

Last week while riding my bike to work I was struck with a small but very real blessing of the Lord. As I usually do when getting the bike ready for a ride, I was loading up my “trunk” with my change of work clothes and whatever and noticed that my little hyper-blinking light that I have on the rear of the bike for low light conditions was missing its lens. The light was operable, but exposed. I looked around the bike and couldn’t find it. “Dang,” I thought to myself as I mounted up and set out for the church office, “now I need to replace that thing.” As I rode, my mind was wondering whether I could make something to fix the problem, use a plastic bag, red tape, who knows. For whatever reason, it just bummed me; I found myself rather disappointed.

But just then, I kid you not, when cutting between two rocks near the Centennial Trail, what do I look down and see? There they are: the lens and reflector, sitting there on one of the rocks, clear as day. Someone must have seen them on the ground (I fell there the prior week...it’s a funny) and put them in view, presumably hoping they’d be found by their owner.

The skeptic might say that this was all coincidence and that someone just did the right thing trying to help out, but I think it was so much more than that—I think it was God. And further than that, I think God is doing these kinds of things all the time, we just don’t care to acknowledge it. We seem to prefer the hollow language of “coincidence” or “by chance.”

When you get faced with an opportunity, do the right thing. You never know when God will turn it into one of his small blessings for someone...

Lookin’ Up, Pastarod

My Wife is Amazing...

This Monday through Wednesday my wife is on retreat and I'm so glad she went! Well, sort of...I know it's really great for her and I've been encouraging her to get away to center on the Lord with no distractions. I know in my world this is so critical...it's all part of the "sustainable pace" we're trying to set for life.

But running the whole show at home reminds me how my wife is so amazing...

You see, I promised her I'd "be her" at home for the kids these three days...I'd make sure they stayed on-task, cook, clean, solve the fights, tuck the little ones and fight the older ones to bed and particularly, run them all around to all their various gigs. Now I've followed her carefully-written "matrix" of scheduled activities, and I'm happy to say that it's all going well. And in-between all of this, I've been able to actually get quite a bit done for work.

But wow, does she make alot happen! I'm so thankful for her capabilities, demonstrated in selfless service to me and the girls. Where would we be without her?

Mothers of the world, I salute you!

Lookin' Up, Pastarod

Choosing to Remember...

I've been thinking alot lately about forgetting and remembering things. You see, in the wake of my dad's passing, I've often thought: I don't want to forget him. Though he wasn't perfect, he was a good example to me of so many things that are valuable in life...I don't want to forget!

Back in the Old Testament of the Bible, the Hebrew people used to have a practice to ensure they didn't forget things. If some great event happened, especially a God-thing, it was their habit to make a pile of rocks. They were called "standing stones." And then, whenever they would see these standing stones, they would remember what God had done for them.

In our contemporary American culture, it seems we have a forgetfulness problem. If something significant happens to us, we think it's really great. We tell everyone else and even ourselves that we hope we'll never forget it. But then life moves on, the pressures of getting by set in, and the event whimsically comes and goes in our memories. Before we know it, we've forgotten the great thing we experienced.

The problem? I think it's because we don't choose to remember. Sure, life can be complicated, but we don't choose to put things into action in our lives that will enable us to remember God or the event or whatever over time. In short, we don't put up standing stones.

Last Saturday I drove alone on a sunny morning out to a large local tree nursery to get my version of a standing stone to remember my father's life: a Cherokee Brave Pink Dogwood Tree. I've always liked these dogwoods, and admired them as I've driven around town. Now this tree doesn't have any inherent connection to my dad, but I've chosen to attach the meaning of his memory to it. Now, when it blooms it's deep creamy pink in the Spring, I'll view it with joy and consider my dad.

Something about all this feels really good to me. I think it's that I choose to remember him...

Lookin' Up, Pastarod

I'm Being Overrun...

When I was growing up backpacking in the Colorado mountains, I used to get really excited if we saw a Marmot. They were a sure sign that you were in the high backcountry, for they were never to be seen anywhere else.

Until recently...

Over the last few years these varmints have been overrunning our house. Last year their little babies figured out how to get through our garden fence and helped themselves regularly to my lettuce, broccoli and cabbage. Now that's a problem.

They used to be cute...not anymore...

It seems most anytime I look outside one of these Yellow-Bellied Marmots or Groundhogs or Woodchucks or whatever other heinous name you'd like to call them is grazing in my fields, rummaging around underneath the deck, crawling up on the grill, munching away at our flower pots or rooting around the engine compartments of our cars. Ughhh!

And go figure...it's very illegal to trap them and move them.

Oh well...any day, any time, there will be a lot less of these hideous critters in the population count...

Lookin' Up, Pastarod

In the wake of dad's passing...

Hello Friends, it's been awhile since I've posted, but here I am again. A lot has happened since I last had something to say...my father was moved to hospice, he declined rapidly, and then went to be with the Lord:

Friday, April 11, 4:35 pm. And just like that, he was gone.

How does a life so vibrant get reduced to nothing? How is it that God should partner with mankind and bring us into being at our first nano-moment of life and then at some point later we are no more in this body? This has to be one of the wildest mysteries of life...profound...even despairing...

...if it weren't for the good providence of God.

I watched a provocative movie last night, "Tuck Everlasting." It essentially questioned the desirability of living forever in this body, in this life. It posited a family who had unknowingly drunk from a spring that mystically made them impervious to injury, to age, to dying. Though this family had many bright points to their long lives together, they were unable to live among others, to be known as the real people they were, because of the threat of being discovered as unable to age, unable to die. It was presented in the film as a burden to them.

It really is an interesting question: if we could live forever in this body, would we choose to do so? If there really was a "fountain of youth," would we choose to drink from it?

Of course we all do live forever...it's either with or without God, and with whatever consequences this means.

I don't know if I'd want to drink from a magical spring that froze my body forever in its current state, but I am thankful that God has provided me the security of life for today followed by life for tomorrow.

I miss you, dad, and I look forward to seeing you in That Place again someday, together with our Lord...

Lookin' Up, Pastarod