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‘Babel’-ing in Qatar and @home

A friend of mine is working for an independent contractor in Qatar, he welds. This amazing little country is the only country listed on the CIA World Factbook as a Q-country. Qatar has more income per capita than just about every other country, but according to Dave is partial due to most of them make their extra cash by setting up corporation to sponsor in foreign nationals that do all their work. The Persian gulf area is being polluted by man-made islands from oil rich countries, the Qatar -earl aims to create a secure and exclusive island retreat which brings the ambience and lifestyle of the Mediterranean to the heart of the Persian Gulf.

Between making babel like islands and searching for the ‘God Particle’, what can come next?

We already don’t understand each other, the language barrier even between adults and adolescents seems to be growing by leaps and bounds.

Stand Strong Dave.

99 – good enough?

The poem, by Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane, made known by Ira D Sankey in the Hymm There Were Ninety and Nine brought to mind something I’ve mentioned here and have told my students.

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd?s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd?s care.

?Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee??
But the Shepherd made answer:
?This of Mine Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.?

But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die;
Sick and helpless and ready to die.

?Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way
That mark out the mountain?s track??
?They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.?
?Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn??
?They are pierced tonight by many a thorn;
They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.?

And all through the mountains, thunder riven
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,
?Rejoice! I have found My sheep!?
And the angels echoed around the throne,
?Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!?

Are they not enough for thee? ;Is it ‘good’ or ‘good enough?’ Thank you Lord for not saying it was good enough when I was not in the fold. Help me to never say ‘good enough’ when with you I can do good.

So I know good is not perfect, but watch the idea.  Good or good enough?

I pose this question to everyone. Is what your doing in your life, your job, the organization you are involved with good or good enough?

Usually when I would say that to one of the yearbook staff the reply would be, do you want me to change it? To which I would reply, again, ‘is it good or good enough?’ The sigh of frustration would follow, they knew what they should do, but really wanted someone to tell them yes fix it, do it over, do it right. If you feel like them, and me, you might want someone to tell you ‘yes, do it better.’

We sang this song on Wednsday in the song service chapel. It is another example of when one is attentive they can be blessed at anytime not matter how redundant a song service or other can seem.

Is bigger better?

Is bigger better?  Read Walt Mueller’s blog about size.  Especially note his questions.

Something in my heart ached as I thought about how we?ve been socialized into doing youth ministry in the American church.

I think I get what he is trying to say.  My church is small, anyone missing is noticed.  I teach at a small school, when someone is out sick I usually notice.  Having small is essential, even the bigger churches get it to some extent, why else do they do ‘small groups’?  I listen to Doug Feilds podcast about youth ministry and the gang talks about ‘doing small group’ within the youth group and even with middle school youth group.  People need small to connect, without small there is no accountability and we all need it.  

Without small there is not suppers and long conversations with kids in the youth group talking about their deal.  If it’s all big, then they feel, and are, just another number in the big group.

How does that go along with my school.  We are low, we have capacity for ~125 and are at ~65 we want to be bigger, but should we be bigger?  What benefits do we have to being smaller?

Words of the hymns

How well do we listen to the words we sing? We recently sang this song in chapel at FMH and Nolan led this as a song to start the new year with and drew out attention to first line of the third verse, while life’s dark maze I tread, dark maze, this is a bit of how my life feels right now.

My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour Divine;
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly thine.

May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me,
O may my love to thee
Pure, warm and changeless be,
A living fire.

While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From thee aside.

When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.

This hymn was written by Ray Palmer in the 1800’s just after his graduating from Yale University. I can understand the uncertainty he might have felt. I am endeavoring to walk by faith 2 Cor 5:7.

How often do we forget to think through the word of the hymns we sing. I’ve sung this hymn often enough I could sing it mostly through without the words in front of me, but can’t remember being struck by the message of the lines.

Life’s dark maze has inspired a picture in my mind. I see a black paper and a grey line maze, with the 2 Cor 5:7 and/or these words by Palmer.