Silence…The Discovery of a Quiet Place

It’s been quite some time since my last post. To be honest, it has not been due to a lack of things to say. Those of you who know me well are fully aware that it is very rare for me to have nothing to say. The truth is that I have come to the realization that, at times, it is best to simply keep my mouth shut and my typing limited.

My personal journal is full of thoughts and reflections concerning events that have taken place since my last post. I just never felt that this public blog was the place to “air my grievances” on various issues that have occurred in my personal life, ministry life, and the world in general during this time frame (and, let’s be honest, it’s not Festivus…yet!).

Instead of taking the time to reflect on this blog site, I’ve used that time to enjoy a bit of quiet. There is something powerful in silence. It is such a rare things these days. Too often, my days are filled with “noise”. Even in those moments that I set aside for quiet reflection, there is usually noise…whether it’s from the music playing in the background…or simply the “white noise” that is so prevalent in our world today. Even when I step outside, my ears are filled with the noises of a busy world…planes, trains, and automobiles.

Recently, I have discovered a place where I can get away from it all. It is a place where I can slip away into “nature” for a bit…the only noises being the birds, the falling leaves, the slight breeze, and random animals that dwell in this particular “forest”. It is a place that is conveniently located to my home and my workplace. Therefore it does not take a great deal of time to arrive at my new quiet place. January will mark two years in the greater Lafayette area…and I’ve just now found my quiet place.

When I emerge from my quiet place, I find myself feeling refreshed, restored, and renewed.

We are rapidly approaching the holiday season. The holiday’s are often busy, noisy, and stress-filled. These are moments when our calendars are filled family, church, school events, shopping, parties, and the like. It becomes increasingly difficult to take the time to slow down and enjoy a bit of silence.

However, I have found that it is exactly in these busy times when we need moments of quiet the most. I want to encourage you to make quiet time a priority throughout the holiday season. Even Jesus, in the midst of his earthly ministry, took time to be alone. Seriously, do whatever you have to in order to enjoy some quiet time…put it on your calendar…schedule and protect that time. If someone asks you to do something during that time, simply say, “I have a conflict on my calendar.” Whether you block out 5 minutes a day, an hour per week, or an entire day, find a way to enjoy some silence…to sit quietly…to listen…to reflect…to be alone with all distractions removed…and let your spirit be refreshed, restored, and renewed.

“Be still, and know that I am God!” ~ Psalm 46:10

“Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go ahead to the other side of the lake while he dismissed the crowds. When he sent them away, he went up onto a mountain by himself to pray. Evening came and he was alone.” ~Matthew 14:22-23

Where Do You Find Encouragement?

Today, I was doing a bit of reading and “encouragement” seems to have been an underlying theme. As I thought about the idea of encouragement, I began to think about the sources of encouragement in my life.

When I am discouraged, there are certain people who just seem to “show up” and offer their support, their presence, and their words that become a source of encouragement. Whether it’s a timely e-mail, a phone call or a visit from a friend or family member, I have continually found sources of encouragement right when I need it. Sometimes, there are days when someone unknowingly offers a word or caring gesture that makes the biggest difference in the world (you know, one of those, “You don’t know how much that means to me” kind of things).

I also find encouragement through music. There are certain artists who have created incredible music that encourages me…whether it’s through meaningful lyrics or beautiful melodies and harmonies…music has the power to encourage me. When I am down, there are certain records I can play that will lift my spirit…that will change the course of my thinking…my attitude. There is great power in music.

Literature has often been a source of encouragement. Works of fiction and non-fiction…classic pieces…new works…religious…non-religious…blogs…newspapers…journals…It’s amazing how the written words of others can encourage the discouraged. There are certain books I can pick up and just read a few passages and find myself laughing in the midst of the most difficult of circumstances.

My wife is probably the greatest encourager in my life. She knows what to say, what not to say, and how to continually be “for” me. She has stepped in and offered encouragement when I’ve been discouraged by those I look to for encouragement. She goes “all out” in her love for me…and that is deeply encouraging.

After taking some time to think about my sources of encouragement, I began to consider if I am doing my part to encourage others…Am I offering encouraging words to others? Do I reach out through e-mail and phone calls to offer just a bit of encouragement? Do I take the time to encourage someone through the simple act of listening…of being available? Am I someone’s encourager?

In some ways, I think I probably offer some encouragement. But, I know that I have a lot of work to do. Today, I have come to realize that I need to be intentional about encouraging others…when it’s obvious they need encouragement…but, maybe more importantly…at times when it’s not so obvious.

I have two questions:

1. Where do you find encouragement?

2. How do you offer encouragement?

“So continue encouraging each other and building each other up, just like you are doing already.” ~ I Thessalonians 5:11

Challenged Accepted…It Is Over!

And, the winner is…Team Jason!!!

This morning, Emily officially threw in the towel. She said, “It’s not that you look bad…I just can’t handle the back!”

I guess the mini-mullet that I’ve been rockin’ for the last few weeks has finally forced her into submission.

So, by throwing in the towel, that means Emily will have to take me to the Burger Bar in St. Louis where I will enjoy the Rossini burger (kobe beef, sauted foie gras, shaved truffles, madeira sauce on an onion bun). I may let her shift the plans and take me to the Publican in Chicago instead…but we’ll see about that!

What does all of this mean? Well, I won’t look like Chef Keller. And, in about three minutes I’m going to the garage to shave off the mullet!

And So It Began

It was late in the Fall of 1991…I was a sophomore at Delta High School, located in the middle of a cornfield just outside the thriving metropolis known as Muncie, IN. There were a handful of things that consumed my time and attention…swimming, skateboarding, soccer, socializing, and most of all…music.

As a 16-year-old with a license and a car, I enjoyed some new-found freedoms. The greatest of these freedoms centered around music. I was able to drive myself to my percussion lessons. But, even better…,I had the privilege to drive to record stores!

One of my favorite spots to hit in Muncie was the Discount Den (R.I.P.). New and used CD’s filled the east wall…add a cheap fountain soda into the mix…and I was set for lengthy periods of browsing and annoying the workers with questions about release dates and their ability to get a larger selection of Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention discs.

On one of my trips to the Den in that fall of ’91, I picked up a new-ish release…Ten by the Seattle band Pearl Jam. In all honesty, this would be a life-changing purchase. I had read a lot about Pearl Jam in various publications. But, being that I was living outside of Muncie, IN, I had not had much exposure to the music of the band…yet! In the days before everyone and their grandmothers had hi-speed internet…one had to depend on outlets like the radio, record stores, MTV (remember 120 Minutes and Alternative Nation), Spin and Rolling Stone to get exposed to new music.

I remember rushing home (well, I’m sure I observed the speed limit) and quickly heading up the stairs to my music room (now my fathers music room), eagerly anticipating throwing the disc into my CD player (yes, this was before every vehicle in the world had a built-in CD player so I had to wait until I got home…Listen, I was lucky to have a tape deck in that 1988 Cavalier).

What I experienced was sheer joy. The music was incredible! Intense, passionate, skillful, and beautiful. I was quick to throw my headphones on and begin learning the drum parts. I played along with Ten more than any other album for a good six month period.

And so, my affection for the music of Pearl Jam began. But, there was a moment in the Spring of 1992 that solidified the bands place in my heart. When the band appeared on MTV’s Unplugged, my appreciation for the band sky-rocketed. I believe it was the intensity of the performance of Porch that lit a little fire in my heart. I remember being overcome by thoughts and feelings that, “Yes, this is good! Yes, this is what I enjoy!”

Later, in the summer of 1992, I would travel to the World Music Amphitheater outside of Chicago and see Pearl Jam perform as part of the Lollapalooza tour. It was amazing. And, I’ve been fortunate to see PJ numerous times throughout the years!

I’ve been a fan ever since that day in the fall of ’91 when I purchased Ten. And…now, on Labor Day weekend of the year 2011, I will once again enjoy the live music of Pearl Jam! Twenty years of following a band. Wow!

Challenge Accepted: Adding to the Challenge???

So, the great hair challenge continues…

It’s truly ridiculous and yet fun at the same time. I guess it’s a fairly cheap form of entertainment. But, today as I looked in the mirror I thought, “Dang, you look like a dirty hippie.”

The next thought was, “Oh, you just need to shave. That will clean it up a bit!”

Then, I found myself thinking, “Well, do I need to shave?”

As I pondered the whole idea of shaving, I found myself wondering if I should grow out a killer beard while my hair continues to grow. Then, I found some motivation. Call it a sign from the Divine.

While doing a bit of research, I stumbled upon the music of John Michael Talbot. I saw his picture and I realized there is no need to shave!

In my attempt to look like the great chef Hubert Keller, I could also go for the John Michael Talbot look!

I’m pretty sure this would push Emily over the edge and I would easily claim the victory!!!

I mean, she’s pretty much on the ropes as we speak. You should see the looks she gives me when I get home and pick out the Mo-Fro!

It’s either I go for the John Michael Talbot look…or I start wearing the Mo-Fro in public. Either of these will definitely secure the victory for Team Jason!