Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

Heavy on my heart…

Friday, February 19th, 2010

This was laid heavy on my heart after some quiet time of reflection on a plane last night and felt compelled to share.

By what right do I receive the love of God or the sacrifices that were made by Jesus?  I am not worthy or deserving of that which I am to receive or will gain from the relationship I have with Christ.  I have and thankfully receive mercy that is freely given though I deserve death and punishment.  Haven’t I  participated in the rebellion against the throne? Haven’t I denied him by not humbling myself completely to his teaching and turning from my sin?  Can’t I claim the name Judas, but I was given the name Son, Bride and Beloved.  I am treated as a son, celebrated for returning home and not shunned for my betrayal or banished for my treachery.  I have received compassion and forgiveness without reason or conditions that is unfathomable.  I do not receive what is deserved because of the infinite mercy of God.  God’s shows us His goodness and compassion by confronting my suffering and guilt through compassion, mercy.  His mercy is great enough to cover any pain that hurt my spirit man, but I have to be willing to accept it.  I must not only accept His mercies, but believe and live within it.  To not live knowing that God is compassionate and kind and offers mercy to me is to short change your relationship with the Him and to not value His sacrifice.

Though I have earned banishment I will enjoy communion with God.

Facebook Cited in 20% of 2009 Divorces

Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

Facebook Screenshot

An interesting or maybe I should say concerning stat for 2009 is the percentage of divorces citing Facebook in the decree. I don’t think Facebook deserves the whopping 20% of the mentions or blame.  I personally believe that parties start grasping for ammunition and ways to hurt their spouse in divorce proceedings.  What I do believe is that Facebook makes a permanent public record of much of the behavior that happens in a generally more passive manner or within the hidden heart of man.  Do not get me wrong, I do think that the tool can lead to or make improper behavior easier, but the true issue is the heart of man.  Consider the casual conversation with coworkers or quick phone conversations; do they have any sense of flirting or sexual tension?  My point is; often, much what happens on Facebook happens between men and women in professional, civic and social settings, but are fleeting moments that are not thoroughly placed under examination.  Consider this, would you be comfortable with your spouse hanging at a bar daily with singles, former significant others and prowlers looking for an opportunity to encroach on their life?

I would suggest that you use great caution with all networking tools, not stop using them. They can make you vulnerable to people that you might normally avoid or not see in your day-to-day life and they provide a perceived secret place to do some “harmless” flirting. Be wary and open with your spouse as to prevent any acts of betrayal of trust.

Article on Facebook and Divorce Stats http://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/facebook/6857918/Facebook-fuelling-divorce-research-claims.html.

Patrick Swayze’s death put me in a funk.

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

When I learned that Patrick Swayze died it put me in a funk. I am not a Swayze fanatic, though I did love Red Dawn and many of his other movies.  What did happen is that his death triggered a lot of memories of the death of my Dad. Dad also died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 53 on September 12, 2002. The similarities in Swayze’s death and my Dad’s have caused me to reflect upon his life and remember how much I miss his counsel. He was diligently there and willing to assist in anything that I may need his assistance in resolving.  Currently, I am working through some big decisions that will affect my family and others and his ear and words would have been a great comfort. I guess I was wallowing in my self-pity and needed something to reset my thinking. Well it came from my daily reading as defined by YouVersion (http://www.youversion.com/) on my BlackBerry during my commute. It included Luke 7, which demonstrates that Jesus did and does have compassion for our situation. H is empathetic and is moved to meet us in those moments.  I must remember that the same compassion He showed the widow He will show me and we are to show to other.

To say that the funk is gone would be a lie, but things do look clearer.

Discussing Heaven and Hell

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

I keep finding myself in conversations discussing what is to come, promises of heaven, and the certainty of hell.  The subject is something that I am all too familiar with and have been more than eager to jump right in the middle of it with my absolutes and practices rebuttals.  This has came all too easy, with my years of absoluteness and closed minded training that I received in a Christian denomination that’s focus was on health, wealth and having all the answers.  I can’t tell you how many times that I have been through Revelations 21 and marveled as a child the descriptions that were derived on the materials and architecture of heaven. As I’ve grown older and my faith has matured to the point that I believe I can say it is my own I have come to believe that so much of the conversation around heaven and hell is an exercise in missing the point.

Let me be clear that I do believe it is natural and I myself enjoy wondering and discussing what it may be like one day.  But, should our focus be on the wonder of heaven or the absolute destruction of hell?  I am inclined to say no.  I believe the Gospel teaches us to focus on loving God and people.  Our hearts and actions should be focused on bring heaven to the earth now and bless people around us now.  Shouldn’t our consuming desire is to serve our God, Love God, and serve those that He loves, which is tough, because that is everyone. If we could set our minds on these things wouldn’t our lives be complete? Wouldn’t heaven become no less important, but no the focus of our existence and allow us to invest in our responsibilities now? Shouldn’t heaven be a bonus and the real prize is true fellowship with our Lord Jesus?  When I stop and think that I have been chosen and pursued by God to be in relationship with Him I am not sure what Heaven is or Hell is really matters any more.

Best Friend

Saturday, July 11th, 2009

my best friend
I can truly say that my wife, Em, is my best friend. Our relationship has been through more than any other relationship that I know. In fact, I believe that the greatest hurts in each of our lives came from the other, but those hurts gave us the greatest opportunities to show love and forgiveness. She is the one person I trust with every thought that I have and know that I can speak freely without judgment. She has the most incredible patience with my many quirks and understands where I am at without a word. She is an incredible mother to our children and so willing to sacrifice for them and me. I am so blessed that I have her and she is more than my wife, but my best friend.

Rambling Apology

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

This is going to ramble, so be patient with my writing.  I would also like to openly mention that this is not an excuse, but an open apology with some explanation to my actions and behavior.

Over a year ago I started placing dynamite to pillars in my life and in mid-September of last year I blew the final charges.  I was unsure at the time why I as was hell-bent on destroying all around me and severing ties, but I am starting to have a better understanding.

I had fallen under the notion that I needed to eliminate the majority of my relationships, specifically those that formed from within the church.  I was convinced that those relationships were the source of much of the strife in my life and were causing me too much pain and confusion. My logic was sound and followed the same advice my surgeon had given me a few months earlier, “The mass is not normal and will only shorten your life span. Therefore, you should remove it and give your body a chance to be healthy.”  So, methodically I started to pull away from those I once had trusted, even those few considered to be confidants. It was difficult to cut ties with some, but other it was too easy. What I was really struggling with my ability to trust anyone.  And much of my anger was directly related to people that I expected to act like Jesus, but I somehow forgot that they were as broken as I am.

Since many of my targets were in the church it soon became the target, as well.  I became frustrated and critical of the church.  At first my criticism was shared with the couple of people I still trusted, but eventually turned to anyone that would listen.  In time my “critiques” became malicious and I started to believe that it was justified.  I wanted to continue with the church as an important anchor in my spiritual growth and community, but it was becoming too painful because of my self-serving anger.  As I tried to continue on in the church the wedge continued to go deeper.

During this time I found myself desiring to be closer to God. Not in the same manner that I pursued him in the past.  Previously, I had sought to understand and dissect God, His church, His people, relevancy, etc.  I had poured over all the latest emergent writings, the latest pop culture church leaders’ blogs and some classic writings in search of clarity and wisdom.  The fact was I wasn’t really seeking God, but falling into the trap of discovery for discovery’s sake and not for a means to truly change my heart and my life.  And what I learned in this storm was all my newfound knowledge did little to assist me in this moment.  The clutter of writings, videos, and podcasts only left me unsettled.  In frustration I gave up and continued attending church (I had moved my family to a new church where we didn’t know anyone).

One day during a service I went to pray and it was heavy on my heart to pray, but I couldn’t bring a single thing to my tongue or my mind to say.  It was frustrating at first, but I continued in silence.  When the words of Psalms 23:1 – 3 came into memory; The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters.  He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. I would love to say it was like a bolt of lighting and it all became clear, but it wasn’t.  It took some time, but I finally got a clue.  My soul was seeking silence not more education.  I needed to be still and just know that He is God.  This one thing started to change my heart.  It made me give up and stop looking for how to fix people around me, the church, and myself; I was learning to just be.

I have started to learn how to truly forgive loved ones, people that had hurt me, and myself.  I constantly remind myself that my relationships and the church are made up of the one thing that will always fail us and are so short from perfect, people.  I have also learned to accept the fact that my relationships would always be flawed and I am bound to get hurt, as well as hurt others, as I am sure I have.

If you are reading this and where one of the individuals I hurt, I am truly sorry.

Passing of the last Grand

Saturday, August 9th, 2008

Sitting here in O’Hare waiting to board a flight to Dallas, board. My last grandparent, my mother’s mother, passed this morning at 4am in the small town of Mt. Pleasant, Tx. She has been in the process of dying for a few days and I understand that she had accepted her death. I guess I have become strangely numb, since her health has been on a rollercoaster for years and this has not been the first time we thought she was not going to make it.

As I head down to be with my family for a few days and ensure my Mom is okay. What this reminds me is how far I am from the remainder of my family. Oh, well they are paging for my flight. Gotta run.

Rolling with the Punches

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

In June, Em and I are expecting our third child, which appears to be a little girl. I believe it is fair to say that we are eager to introduce this child to our family. My kids are doubly excited to have a baby sister that they can teach how to drive their parents crazy. This is exciting times for the Jones’s and we seem to keep rolling with every punch that comes along with this great news. The punches: my surgery, healing from my surgery, we have to find a new place to live, moving in the next few weeks, and a baby on the way.

Apparently this isn’t enough to keep me busy and at my wits-ends; Em’s employer has decided to change their work relationship/arrangement. Em has been working from home 3 days a week and in the office 2 days a week. This has allowed us the ability to only have our daughter in daycare part-time which has been financially beneficial, but also great for the bonding of my family. Just 10 weeks prior to delivery date of our daughter her employer has decided to adjust her schedule to work in the office 5 days a week. I am not really a distrustful sort and will not speculate on why this happening at this time, but will say that this stinks and quite honestly poor timing. Em had communicated with her employer that she cannot change the current arrangement they have, since the day-care cost for two kids full-time and one part-time and transportation would negate the salary she currently collects. Since, then they have posted her position on Monster.

My current assumption is that Em will return to freelance design and marketing work once her employer let’s her go. But, here is my struggle. I fail to understand how a small manufacturing firm in a small town cannot be more sensitive to their employee’s needs, especially after employment of a few years. This is in stark contrast to the how respectful and considerate my employer, Tribune, has been to me. I guess through all of this I am thankful for my job and boss. Thanks Barb and Tribune.

10 Days Post Surgery

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

It has now been 10 days since I underwent my lung resection on March 10 at 9am and I still hurt.

First of all it was a success and the surgeon was able to remove the section of the lung that has the sequestration and not the entire lobe, which was great news. The odd thing was the sequestration was intralobal (inside the lung lobe) and extralobal (outside the lung lobe); they are usually found either as one or the other. The surgery went extremely well and he was able to get in an out in less than two hours and I had no complications. I woke a couple hours in ICU after the surgery in pain and unaware of the 7in cut on back, but aware of the pair of hoses coming out my side. When I was aware my doctor let me know all went well and he was pleased with the outcome and the mass had no appearance of cancer.

I was in ICU for a day or two. I did stay in ICU for a couple of days, mainly because they were no available rooms for me on a standard wing. I moved into my room and was told I would most likely be in the hospital until Saturday evening, but end up being released Friday afternoon. On Friday morning my doctor said I was healing really fast and doing extremely well and he did not see any reason why I should stay beyond the removal of my chest tubes. At that time he stated he wanted to remove them at that moment, so please roll-over on my side. Once I did he removed all the bandages that held all the tubes to my body. He then removed the stitches that kept the tubes inside my body. He then told me he wanted me to relax before he removed my so take some deep breathes. On my second breath he ripped the tubes out of my body, ouch! It was the grossest and most painful thing I had ever felt. It took all I had to not hit my doctor. He stated he was completely shocked that I did not say a word or call him a name, because he is usually called something colorful.

I was released a couple of hours after that to return home Friday afternoon. It has been a rollercoaster at home with my body attempting to heal and me struggling with being docile. Some days are okay, but some are full of pain and it is unbearable to be around me. I am just starting to feel well enough to write this and getting better daily, but still am restricted to low activity and sleep.

My next big appointment is next Tuesday with my Surgeon/Doctor. On that visit he will verify my progress and remove the 23 staples from the incision on my back. I will keep you updated on that visit, because I am sure it will not be much fun.

4 Days Out

Wednesday, March 5th, 2008

4 DaysFour days until my surgery and it is crazy around here. I have so much going on at work that I am trying to stabilize or hand off, which is really a hard thing for me. Preparation for leaving work for this long of a period is a little overwhelming and stressful. This is weekend my mom comes into town, Em has the annual Women’s Tea, she plays bass at the church for all three services, and a family party for Connor’s birthday all this just days before I go in to the hospital.

I guess I am feeling relieved because I have good friends and employer that will be there through this, but still concerned for being a burden. It is kind of funny how people react to you when you tell them you going under the knife; most are cool about and crack a joke, but some people go off the deep-end. I hear stories about someone’s third cousin and how bad it was for them, but they are sure my doctor is better, they remind how scary the whole thing can be, etc; it is just weird, because they aren’t really helping at all.

I would be lying if I didn’t say I am so nervous (dare I say scared, nah).

Mom is going to kill me!

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
I got my third tattoo (1 is covered) on Saturday, March 1 by Kevin Harden at Ronin Tattoo. It is a black image of a raven in a tree branch. I could tell you some elaborate story about why I got a raven on my shoulder, but there simply isn’t one. I chose the design because I thought it would make a distinct tattoo and the elements do hold some significance, but nothing like you hear on LA Ink.

Under the Knife

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

I was diagnosed with a condition called Pulmonary Sequestrations about a month ago. The short is I have tissue that has developed in my lung tissue. The tissue receives blood from my thoracic aorta, but is not connected to the bronchial airways and it performs no respiratory function. The major complication that I am suffering with is a constant cycle of respiratory illness, such as infections and even pneumonia. I have been struggling with being well for nearly 6 years and I guess we know why now. When I was diagnosed my Pulmonologist he said we needed to remove it.

I had my surgical consult on Friday and he confirmed that we needed to remove it. I will be having a segmentectomy, the removal of a section of my lung, on March 10 at Rush Copley and I should on be there a few days if all goes well. The hope is that surgeon will be able to verify that the sequestrations are isolated and not connected in manner that will require a complete removal of that lobe of my lung. Either way we are talking an invasive surgery that has to be done the old fashion way, doctor’s hands in my body, no robots and a long recovery.

Needless to say I am not looking forward to it, but good news all the doctors have agreed once the remove this source of illness and I am recovered that I will feel better than I have in years, so that is something to look forward to.

(I decided to use some good judgment and not post any pictures.)