Archive for September, 2007

In my opinion…

Saturday, September 29th, 2007

Everyone has an opinion. Some of us like to share ours more than others. By share I mean, of course, cram my point of view in the mouths of others and hold their snouts closed until they swallow. The most obnoxious of opinion “sharers” purchase domain names and post blogs so that the whole world can read our wisdom and nod their heads in agreement.

It’s funny though because we hold our opinions in opposition to the very definition of opinion. Calling your view an opinion means you recognize that other people will differ with you, and that given more information or maybe just some time, your opinion might change. This is why we have opinion polls and why politicians are constantly checking them. People change their minds. For example, in 1989, I thought that Rave 4 hairspray and acid washed jeans were high fashion. Opinion changed. In 1980, I thought that being a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader would be the best job ever. Opinion changed. (Do they even get paid???) And for many years I was sure that a cheeseburger and a chocolate milk shake was the tastiest combination on the planet. Ok, so maybe I’m still partial to greasy burgers and milk shakes, but at least I know (not to mention exemplify) what happens if you consume too many.

But as fickle as our opinions are, we act as though differing with us is at best absurd and at worst, a crime worthy of the death penalty (even if the opinion is one that is opposed to the death penalty!)

It dawned on me just recently that I can only think of one person in all of history who neither had nor shared an opinion with others. This seems impossible given our catch phrase “everyone is entitled to his or her opinon.” We just assume that everyone has one, but Jesus had no opinions. He spoke his mind, that’s for sure. But rather than saying, “I think…” he says, “I tell you the truth…” This is not an opinon, it is either the truth or a grand delusion. C.S. Lewis says Jesus was either a liar, a lunatic or the Lord. If you read what he says, it’s obvious he is not wavering. He doesn’t change his mind and he speaks with absolute certainty and authority. Was he crazy? Was he mendacious? (thank you, word-of-the-day widget) Read for yourself by clicking on the “Community Bible Reading” link to the right. I am convinced he speaks the truth. Maybe you would call this my opinion, but my opinion doesn’t matter. The truth does.

My Grandmother

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

My grandmother passed away Friday, September 14. She was 84 years old. I wrote this in memory of her.

Some might say that love is an idea. It cannot be touched or heard or tasted. This would not be the case with my grandmother. For Jeanette Grief, to love you was to cook for you. Fried chicken, green beans, creamed corn, mashed potatoes, and chocolate pie. That was her constant recipe for love. And just as love is supposed to be, there was always way more than anyone could consume at any one time. I remember spending the night at my grandmother’s house when Shannan and I were little. Being her only grandchildren, she focused all her spoiling powers on us. It was great! When we woke up in the morning, she would have a menu written out for us so we could order whatever breakfast we wanted. If she were making a cake (which she almost always was), she would use two tubs of frosting and there was always lots left in the second one. She would hand us the left-over tub and two spoons. Yes, we were spoiled! We were equally spoiled though. For Christmas, if she spent $1.73 more on me than she had on Shannan, Shannan would get her presents plus $1.73. I know that I am not perfect, and there is a long list of people who could testify to that, but in the eyes of my grandmother, I could do no wrong. Everyone should have one person who thinks she can do no wrong. My grandmother was that person and I will miss her greatly.
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Creamed corn.
Green beans grown 150 yards away from the table at which I consume them.
Fried chicken that puts the colonel to shame.
Mashed potatoes, fluffy and perfect.
Seconds of the creamed corn.
Must save room for chocolate pie.
Must loosen belt.
Giant piece of chocolate pie.
Food coma.
Love.

Mission Impossible

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

These two quotes were in a recent e-newsletter from a church where a friend of mine pastors. I thought them rather applicable to my current stage in life.

“Remember parenting is not difficult it is impossible. Nothing you do will be more important than being fathers (and mothers) and in nothing will you fail more miserably. Parenting is impossible so you will need God more than you will need to be a good parent.” ~ Dr. Hendricksen, as cited by Dan Allender’s How Children Raise Parents

“Prayer arises, if at all, from incompetence, otherwise there is no need for it.” ~ Theresa of Liseux

So I am incompetent for the impossible mission of parenting not one, but three boys. I guess incompetence is incompetence no matter how many you have, not that I’m thinking of adding another one!