On 54″.

On our family vacation we went to Fiesta Texas because we have Six Flags season passes. Two days of fun for only $15 per day for parking . . . woohoo. (Thanks, Doug, for the free sleeping.) Landry Kate, my 7-year-old daredevil, eyed the large roller-coasters with envy as we walked the parking lot with the sound of screaming riders tickling our ears. Upon entering and looking at the park map, it was my unfortunate dad duty to inform Landry Kate that she didn’t qualify for the 54″ requirement on the biggest rides. She was very disappointed as she is used to riding almost every ride at Six Flags in Arlington, but managed to keep her emotions in check.

Day two featured a day in the Fiesta water park. Thank goodness all the thrill rides there had a 48″ limit. As we exited the park that day, we passed a baby perhaps a year-and-a-half old crying its lungs out. Landry Kate turned to Piper and exclaimed, “I’ll bet that baby is crying because he’s too short to ride big rides.” Classic.

On Kidney Stones.

I heard it was one of the most excruciating pains known to mankind. Turns out they were right.

Two Mondays ago, I completed a multi-hour workout that included running, rowing and lifting. A stupid act at my age. Afterwards, I felt I had pulled a muscle in my lower back. My wife at the time reminded me that I needed to be careful not to overdo it because I always regretted it soon afterwards. I mumbled something in reply about being spry and went on with my day. That night as we drove from a friend’s home, that pulled muscle more intensely cramped up. The pain quickly surpassed that of a cramping muscle as I rocked to and fro, heaving cilantro salad into a plastic bag from the passenger’s seat of the loser-cruiser/mini-van as she asked me repeatedly if I needed to go to the emergency room. (She also instructed me to stop holding my breath in what might have been some type of labor coaching payback.)

With shaky fingers Continue reading On Kidney Stones.

On Fences

Good fences make good neighbors, says the neighbor in Robert Frost’s Mending Wall (read it I beg you). But Frost questions that and I am beginning to, as well. Frost says there are no cows they are trying to contain, so what are they walling in or walling out?

A chance for us to “mend walls” happened to us recently as we had fence failure from wind on two fronts.

We are all chipping in to get the fence repaired. But part of me is sad about that. Since it has been down we have had more impromptu conversations with our neighbors than before. My back neighbors two little girls now just hop the gap and soon they are jumping joyfully on the trampoline with Landry. My side neighbor has strolled over several times to sit on the back porch and just sho0t the bull. Our dogs all get along splendidly. Maybe Frost was right. Maybe good fences don’t make good neighbors.

Relief From Facebook (The Follow Up)

A number of people who have either emailed me or stopped to talk to me after reading Why I am Shutting Down Facebook for a While. Some have told me how they had anxious moments as they did a Facebook fast. One man shared how he thought he might be missing out on a conversation or an event his “friends” were having.  He stated, “I literally felt like he was withdrawing from a drug. I thought I would be an outcast.” Another person told me how much more organic her life felt when she ditched the digital connection to her friends and launched into a face-to-face intensive time of friendship. She intentionally hugged and connected through physical touch with her friends. We can become a slave to technology and the digital realm like the Borg, who only lived only for the consumption of technology. Paul Schneider, our communications pastor, told me a story about a Wednesday night in which he and two are three other staff members were standing the lobby and the famous you’ve got text ping on the iphone went off. All three plus others around them started scrambling for phones.

All in all, I am sensing many people are having “Facebook-fatigue,” which isn’t simply because of Facebook. Rather, this tiredness occurs from a never ending connection to the Borg in which we never feel fully released to engage in our true, incarnate stream of our life. If you don’t believe me, watch next time you have two teens in your backseat on a trip. They’ll text to others for hours on end but never engage in conversation with each other. I say we should all try unplugging or at least diminish the way the Borg-effect causes us to miss real tangible life all around us for a while and see what happens.

Why I am Shutting Down Facebook for a While

Recently, I had an incident where I should have been 100% engaged with my family and caught myself posting a Facebook status update instead of being headlong in the experience itself. Soon afterwards a friend, Brian Hook,  preached a great message on the “Facebook us”–the outward ‘brand’ we manage–versus the “inner man”  of Ephesians 3.  And so, I decided I should suspend my Facebook account for an undetermined amount of time.

Why? I am in a place in life right now where I need the incredibly real and nothing superficial. I had 1044 “friends” on facebook. That isn’t a brag, it just shows my proclivity to check accept along with my frequent usage of friend finder. Like most of us,  I had to check who some of the requester’s mutual friends were to figure out how I knew them. And like a few of you, I took pride as a watched my friend number grow as it fed my ego. It is interesting that Facebook chose the term “friends.”  In a deep life crisis, the people I need do not number 1044, but more like 10 or possibly 20. Those same people would undoubtedly call me in their crisis. These are my lay-down-your-life-for-one-another friends.

Facebook can be used for good, but I found myself using it mostly for narcissistic purposes. A place to air out my “charming wit” and promote “brand me” ever so subtly. In a great article called What’s [Actually] on Your Mind? in Relevant magazine (scroll to page 82 of the digital edition for full article), Shane Hipps writes

There is a lot of exhibitionism on Facebook. Such exhibitionism has an unusual effect on us. We not only want others to see us, we like to see us. We are able to inspect and tweak what others are seeing about us. We become fascinated by the image we project. It’s like having a mirror on your desk or in your pocket.  . . .This kind of regular self-inspection eventually gives rise to a subtle narcissism.

Narcissism is a rather exquisite vice. It is very difficult to detect in oneself. And when something is hard to identify it makes it hard to dissolve. The real buzzkill, though, is how it affects relationships. (He argues how the more narcissistic we get the more we struggle in relationships). Facebook is the perfect cocktail; a medium that focuses much of the attention on ourselves, while appearing to focus our attention on our relationship with others. It is a mirror masquerading as a window.

A final word from his article solidified my need to take a hiatus.

We must step out of the stream of an experience to record it. The result is that we are no longer present in the experience in that moment. We are living as unpaid journalists who chronicle life as it passes by. This may seem insignificant. But our presence matters. Our brief but increasingly frequent moments of absence add up. Imagine a father who flickers in and out of his child’s life  every time he checks his iPhone (ouch-emphasis mine). He might be there physically but, but he may as well be at the office or on a business trip.  People can feel our absence and it is usually a loss. We become digital nomads, glancing around the globe, never fully present. It is a ghost-like condition. It diminishes one of God’s greatest gifts to us–a body. There is a reason God became a body in Jesus. (read this article!!!)

I do not think Facebook is evil. I think it can be used for good. But for me, in a season where God is doing some deep breaking in my life, I realize how much of the time I spend on Facebook is about the “outer me” and not the “inner me.” I need a season for God to work on the inner me. To separate myself from my self-created “brand” by which I try to orchestrate how others perceive me. To connect to people who will love me when they know the real Jordan, warts and all. To surround myself with people  I can call who can hear the joy or waiver in my voice, or even better, look into my eyes and really read me.  So, a hiatus is in order. I will keep posting on this blog as seems a place for me to more deeply process all that God is doing in me. I know most of my acquaintances won’t even realize I am gone. If you are a friend, you know how to reach me. Let’s talk over coffee where I can pat you on the back or give you a hug as we leave (I ain’t scared of a man hug, either). So for a while, Facebook, adieu.

The Fanny Pack Comment, What Was I Thinking?

I posted a status on Facebook about needing a fanny pack for our upcoming Disney trip. It was like I was a skeet, someone yelled pull, and the firing commenced. Who knew fanny packs were so controversial? You can read me getting blasted here. Now to find one for a pic and the $150 bounty thus far.

Kindle Math

Is Kindle < new book case + [(regular book price – cheaper ebook price) · # books purchased yearly]

Is $189 < $120 + [($15 – $9)50 or more

Yes. Thus, I am loving using the Kindle I received as a Christmas present. Even if I would not have received one, I would have purchased it because it makes economic sense (see above). I am liking it so far for fiction. My eyes got used to reading on it in about 3 minutes. Still awaiting whether I will love it as much for reading my stuff for teaching and sermon prep as I have certain pictorial margin codes that will not be able to be made on the Kindle. The books that become “Jordan classics” I will still probably buy and mark up. If you were Kindle skeptical, I advise you to borrow someone’s and try it.

I Love the Erg

A great article on erg training and its value. I got hooked on erg training about 2 years ago. I did go a little overboard doing that almost exclusively and my back would get tied up after rows of 20K+. Now that I have combined rowing with cycling/spinning and not cranking out quite so many miles on the erg, I have a balanced combination of aerobic activity that is leaving me injury free thus far. Ah, the joy of being 41.

These new ergs look like the cat’s meow. I want to try one.

Goodbye Lowa’s. May You Rest in Peace.

Twelve years ago, I entered into a relationship with the best pair of shoes I had ever owned. Today, they gave up their sole.

It was mere puppy love as I picked out my Lowa’s amid a myriad of other potential mates as I prepared for my first trip to Vietnam where we had a fairly wicked mountain hike in 90+ degrees and high humidity. I had no idea of what our future held. After our intense Vietnam date, I made like the Bachelor  and prematurely asked my first pair of shoes for their laces in marriage. It was a wonderful relationship. They kept my high arches in absolute comfort through rocky Texas walks, muddy Vietnam hikes and forested Washington journeys. They also provided me passionate podiatric attention through trips to searingly paved amusement parks, across the cobbled stones of European cities, and circling over grass clippings of the backyard.

Today, they breathed their last as I mulched leaves on a vacation day at home. I’ll admit it. My “allergies” acted up when I saw what had happened (much akin to the indoor, “No I am not sad, I was just cutting onions.”). So goodbye, my lovely Lowa’s. You shall be missed. And though I can get another pair of you at REI, no insoles shall ever caress my feet like you did. Dios te bendiga…

The Shoe Widower

An 8 Year Old Boy’s Thoughts On It’s A Wonderful Life

A conversation with my 8 year old son midway through It’s a Wonderful Life (my fave Christmas movie).

Corbin: Dad, are there any guns or stuff coming up in this movie?
Me: No Corbin.
Corbin: They are just walking around and around and talking and even kissing and everything is gray. This is a waste of my time.