Reaching for Starfish

July 16th

I once heard a story about a little boy who went looking for seashells. He walked up and down the beach collecting  as went. They were mostly broken, but still pretty, and he loved them all. Finally his hands and arms were filled with the shells he wanted to take home — but as he turned to go he saw a beautiful, perfect starfish lying on the sand. It was pristine, and he wanted it badly. But his hands and arms were so full, he couldn’t bend down to pick it up without dropping all his other precious beauties, lesser though they were.

At this point, the boy had the choice to either leave behind his lesser shells he had grown fond of and take the perfect starfish, or leave the best find of the day on the sand and walk home with his armload of broken pretty things.

The person who told me the story said the moral was that the Good is the Enemy of the Best. The Best requires devotion, passion, energy, and sacrifice. The Good tends to distract us from the best. We get bogged down with Good. There’s so much that’s pleasant and unobjectionable that we get diverted from seeking that with is profoundly meaningful and worthy.

I know I do this everyday. How easy it is to fill my morning with email, facebook, newspaper and comics instead of spending time with my Lord before I go to work. How easy it is to come home, eat dinner, watch a movie with my wife, and fall asleep without having had a real conversation.  It’s tragic, really.

So pray for me. Some things need to be sacrificed. Some good things have to go to make room for bigger, better, and more important things. I need some pruning. Do you?  Pruning hurts (parts of your life are getting clipped and cut off!), but it’s always worthwhile. And the Gardener is Good – no, he’s the Best.

Published in: on August 12, 2009 at 8:15 am Comments (1)

Introducing… Kaylee the Smiling Baby

Published in: on at 8:14 am Leave a Comment

Another Example of Grace

July 11, 2009

God is really good. My wife and I are moving this month out of our little 1-bedroom apartment. (We don’t have a house yet, so we’re house sitting for a missionary family.) We have a 1 month old daughter, Kaylee, who (as adorable as she is) can get a tad, oh… fussy. I have conferences to prepare for, family visiting, an offer on a house and so many other wonderful things to worry about. Needless to say, this month has been hard for Helen and me.

And yet God is good. He tells us to come to him when we’re anxious, tired, burdened, and upset. He tells us to leave our cares with him, and not try to handle everything on our own.  He promises not to get us out, but to see us through our trials and ensures we come out better for it — if we let him.

When I try to catch everything that’s up in the air, I’m playing God. And it’s not until gravity causes everything to land on me and hurt my pride that I realize how foolish and unskilled I am at juggling. And then I hear “Come to me, all you who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

Father forgive me for trying to do it all myself, for pretending to be you, and for worrying. Thank you for being good to me, ever-faithful. Amen.

Published in: on at 8:14 am Leave a Comment

Pastor Seda – Parody

Thought y’all might like this: at Pastor Seda’s 25th anniversary party (25 Years at Grace Church- not marriage) I did a parody sermon, mimicking his stories and mannerisms. I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. If you don’t get the jokes, you’ve clearly not been attending Grace for the past 25 years. :)

Published in: on January 28, 2009 at 8:32 pm Leave a Comment

Words… Words… Words…

So I’ve been going through two very different books about language. The first is Through the Looking Glass and the second is The Phantom Tollbooth. I’ll thank Luke for his insights into the former.  What I find most intriguing about the two in their diametrically opposed stances about meaning. It amuses me how children’s literature can be so diverse.

Through the Looking Glass (the sequel to Alice in Wonderland, and home to such memorable characters as Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee, Humpty-Dumpty, and the Jabberwocky) takes place in a dream world where words and meanings are fluid, changing shape and purpose more frequently then a college student’s major.  Alice, in her prim and proper world has a hard time reconciling her manners-and-rules based approach with the crazy game-world inside the looking glass.  Nothing works, or makes sense the way it should. In fact, in the end she finally snaps and resorts to violence to solve her problems, which abruptly takes her back into the real world.

Phantom Tollbooth on the other hand is a whimsical story of a bored boy named Milo who journeys through the kingdoms of Dictionopolis and Digitopolis (and many others) to rescue the princesses of Rhyme and Reason. By rescuing them, he restores meaning to a world that’s been absurd ever since they left. Milo faces the logical consequences of not thinking, and learning to think about things from multiple angles. In his world, the world does make sense, it just takes a little imagination and wisdom to get used to it.

I hardly think there could be two more opposed views of meaning and language. Naturally, I favor the latter. The universe does have meaning, as does can language. If you take away the inherent meaning behind the world, you wind up where nothing makes sense, nor can it. Any explanation for anything is subject to the speaker’s own vocabulary which may or may not be related to your own. Subsequently, you can’t know what anyone means.

While language definitely changes, it’s not nearly as fluid as Alice would have us believe.  The loss of meaning in modernism didn’t get anybody anywhere beyond Nihilism.  The age of doubt that followed was an age of frustration and mucking about looking a definitive proof that nothing was definitive.  Looking back from the edge of postmodernism, I think it’s fairly clear that people do better with purpose an understandable universe. Perhaps we were just built that way.

Thank you Mr. Carol, but I’ll keep my universe intelligible.

Published in: on January 12, 2009 at 2:28 pm Comments (1)

3…2…butterfly…bicycle…FOCUS…1

So every self respecting blogger I’ve read give the same advice to new bloggies like me: Focus on something. If you start talking about too many different topics, you’ll loose your audience faster then a gallery for blind people.  Of course, it’s not like I had a particular purpose in mind when I started this, I just wanted to know how :) . So after much pondering (nearly 10 minutes worth) I am pleased to announce this Blog’s focus: Worldview. 

Laughing yet? Good. Worldview is possibly the single most important issue of our age, and yet not a single issue at all. Worldview affects the home, the church, the government, business, education, science, culture, communications… everything. So, I get to blog about anything I want. As long as I bring it back to worldview. Which is OK by me. I have a focus.

 

Father, take my pathetic offering and make it something useful. That’s a miracle only you can accomplish and I entrust my all into your hands.

Published in: on January 7, 2009 at 8:55 am Leave a Comment

Looking back

This is a promo video from one of the tours I was on. This was in January of 2007, a few months before I did my apprenticeship with PUSH Physical Theatre. You can see me in several of the clips. I have very little hair. Of course, most of us had our heads shaved from our trip to india at the time, but still. I’m in the first clip, I’m the guy behind the other guy. :)

It’s kind of weird looking back at that video. Remembering the things that went well, and the things that went terribly wrong. Laughing at the time we performed for a tin of cookies (instead of the honorarium we had anticipated). Trying not to get mad all over again at things I put behind me. It was a pretty high-drama year for me. Some pretty rough stuff, but also the beginnings of some of my closest friendships.

It’s good to look back, regularly, and see what God has done. In 2008 the big events for me were college graduation, marriage, moving to Dover, getting a new job, and getting ready for a baby. But the things that matter most are what’s behind, underneath, and around those events. I learned some major humility, plumbed new depths of my depravity, got smacked upside the head by grace and love, and was surprised by joy. It’s a great life, being held in God’s hands whether you like it or not. 

Last night a few of us got together to pray in the new year (sure we’re about a week late, but who can stay up for prayer on New Year’s Eve when you’re up so late anyhow…)  It was incredibly refreshing, being with friends you know share the things that are most important to you, praying, talking, laughing, interceding, playing, and being filled with joy.  We prayed for each other, our leaders, the changes going on around us, our friends, and the people we haven’t met yet. 

Lord, fill us with grace and with your spirit. Let us chronicle your love in our lives as only your children can. May you be glorified and we be edified. Amen.

Published in: on January 6, 2009 at 11:35 am Leave a Comment

It was a dark and stormy morning…

 

www.TylerHogan.com

www.TylerHogan.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

…when the blog started.                      

Published in: on at 11:07 am Comments (1)