Missional Living

If you’ve seen this, you know I’m a closet word freak. (Of course, by making that public, I’m pretty sure it’s no longer in the closet…). Nevertheless, there are certain words that need to be banned from usage. Blacklisted. Deleted. Put down like an old mare with a broken leg. Why? Because (1) everything has a shelf life and expires at some point, and (2) we can do better. Especially because of #2. 

So, for your consideration, here are five words that, IMHO, we should immediately walk away from: 

1. Awesome. Unless you’re a Valley Girl from 1982, you can surely do better. We toss ‘awesome’ around as if everything we see and experience is ‘awesome’. If that’s the case, then by sheer relativity, everything can’t be awesome (it would become ‘mediocre’ by default). In addition, if I am filled with ‘hope’, I become ‘hopeful’. If I am filled with ‘care’, I become ‘careful’. So? If I something fills me with ‘awe’, wouldn’t we describe it as ‘aweful’? And wouldn’t something that only partially fills me with awe (or fills me with ’some’ awe), be described as ‘awesome’? In that case, I suppose the Dallas Cowboys have been truly awesome this season.

2. Obamanyms. You know, the obsession to create new, obnoxious words with the following formula: (Obama) + (whatever is on my mind) = Cleverness. You know what I mean. Obamamania. Obamanation. Franklin DelanObama. Fidel CastrObama. Obamessiah. Ok…maybe we can squeeze a little more outta that last one (at least until I finish writing the Obamessiah song to the tune of Tomlin’s ‘Jesus Messiah’. But then we’re done.) It’s just gotten Obamanoxious. 

3. Change. The great thing about any politician is his or her ability to take the simplest word and redefine it. Even un-define it to the point that no one really knows what it means anymore. We can make just about any slogan mean anything we want it to mean, as long as we stand on the right pedestal and parse our language in that direction. The only thing we have to fear is CHANGE itself…especially when it’s undefined. Granted, my spiritual gifts are cynicism and sarcasm. So, you can keep the change. I’m good. 

4. ‘The Bomb’. Despite what you’ve heard, I am not ‘the bomb’ like I might have been back in ’92. None of us are. Unless you’re an Al Queda sleeper-cell terrorist with 30 lbs of C4 strapped to your chest. In that case, you are the bomb. 

5. FAIL, and it’s cousin, EPIC FAIL. Go ahead. Right now. Put it in the clearance bin with ‘pwned’, ‘bailout’,  and ’staycation’. My prediction is that we are already weary of FAIL because of it’s overexposure and short shelf-life and was doomed from the start. Just like Britney and K-Fed. 

Am I too harsh? Too cynical? What words would you add? Delete? 

Hmmm….I wonder if we need a list of evangelical Christianese words that need to be walked away from as well. Thoughts? 

Last week, I posted this. I was REALLY excited about seeing Neil Cole on February 27. In fact, I cut another meeting short, jumped in my gas-guzzling, not-so-eco-friendly truck, and cruised downtown to fight for a parking space to see him. I missed my exit and had to backtrack to the association office, but I found a great parking spot in front of the door. 

I was a few minutes late, but no worries. 

I busted in the room, with notebook in hand…to find only the support staff ladies eating lunch. Evidently, Neil will be here on MARCH 27. Not February 27.

Welcome to my world. 

I read recently that Buddhists believe there are 84,000 paths to enlightenment.

Now they can add one more to that list.

Enter: Buddha Clause.

…who made this possible. Thanks to everyone I selfishly used, and even for those who used me. Thank you to my wife and kids for their undying love and support. Thank you to all the bloggers and chatters who've agreed with me and flamed me and boycotted me. 

Thank you to those who've encouraged me to pursue myself and who've wiped their feet on my dreams. Thank you for the selfish indulgence of following my own dreams of personal gain and ego, rather than some lofty, noble cause like curing AIDS or pursuing world peace.

Thank you to TIME magazine for naming me their Person of the Year.

Sunday, December 3 marks the birthdays of two influential people in the culture of my life. I'm sending them both birthday cards…

Ozzy Osbourne, rock icon…

and Jim Richards, Executive Director of the Southern Baptists of Texas Convention
 

To bring balance to the Force, view lyrics to Ozzy's Bark At The Moon, and the Baptist Faith and Message .  

On Al Mohler's blog yesterday, he cites a Time magazine article on Student Ministry. Evidently the article has made a discovery that we've been talking about since the '80s: evangelical youth ministry is trending more toward substance and away from a "sugarcoated" approach. Something about youth ministry handing out big doses of Bible Study instead of the 'Coke and a Joke' philosophy of ministry that permeated the Reagan years.

Mohler points out that it is interesting that Time Magazine found the article interesting…

It's even more interesting that anyone thinks this is some kind of new revelation. 

I know you can use statistics to say just about anything. After all, Mark Twain was quoted on that. But, in the days where Barna and Gallup rule our instant-information society, you gotta chuckle at this…

Yesterday, I ran across this article about how FAT Christians are, particularly Southern Baptists. The culprit? Use of religious media. Holy 700 Club…are you serious?!? In fact, the research indicated "Fundamentalist groups are more prone to an absolutist approach to things such as smoking and alcohol," said Ferraro. "These groups, by and large, don't put much attention on (other) issues relating to physical health."

That women were 14 percent more likely to be obese if they used religious media resources, including television, radio and books, three or more times per week. And among denominations, the study reaffirms Baptists are most likely to be obese, regardless of where they live. I'm not sure if it's an indictment of how much we watch TBN and read Beth Moore books, or if maybe I should call Rick Warren and get him to put out a Purpose-Driven Treadmill…

But, here's the funny part.

This morning I received my copy of SBC Life in the mailbox. In the Mosaic section, I read this article that suggests that watching wrestling may lead to violence. I'm not sure what kind of rocket scientist it took to figure that one out, but I'm guessing he's on to something. In his research, he figured out a "direct correlation between teens who watch wrestling on TV and those who demonstrate violent behaviors."

Not to make light of either of these two serious problems, but God has given me a solution to it all. Really. It's a no brainer.

Step One: Make those in the first study watch massive hours of wrestling and UFC programming. That'll motivate them out of that religious-media induced coma enough to hit that Purpose-Driven Treadmill.

Step Two: Force-feed the wrestling junkies to read Beth Moore, listen to FFH, and watch the Left Behind video series. (The last one alone may be sufficient). Call it spiritual Valium, but I think it'll work. 

Problem solved.