Month: February 2013 (Page 2 of 3)

Juicy fruit (it’s gonna move ya)…

We live in a results-driven culture. When I would do phone interviews, we were trained in behavioral-based models because “past performance predicts future behavior.” So we sought out specific situations, action and results for competencies the employer desired. Our education system leans heavy on results, wanting to test for competency.

It’s not necessarily bad; however it allows little room for character-based assessment. When we become obsessed with results, productivity and evidence, how do we account for things such as honesty, faithfulness, hard-working, empathetic and consideration for others? How are those elements measured and scaled?

If you ask me, this quandary puts us in quite a predicament when it comes to asking what we hope to see from our children. As parents, or even as people who are focused on the growth of souls (young and old), we want to be able to know when we’re doing the right things or when we’ve done a good job. What will we look for in 1, 5 and 15 years from the individuals we’re invested in? What will be the markers?

And how do we not create markers via mass production? How do you honor the beauty of the individual without writing off shortcomings to simply “I yam what I yam”? I “yam” naturally self-centered and controlling, but there’s no reason anyone should expect me to sit and fester in such behavior. I believe we can challenge others to a higher standard in certain ways, but I don’t believe we should seek to make people someone they were not created to be.

So, as I often ask myself, what does that look like?

Jesus gave us a depth of wisdom in the book of Matthew when he talked about a tree. Essentially, you will know a tree is good by its fruit. A good tree puts out good fruit. A bad tree puts out bad fruit. The point isn’t to have the most and best of fruit, but rather use the fruit to gauge what’s really going on in the tree.

What if we imagined each of our children as a small seed. Unless you’re a practicing botanist of sorts, you probably cannot tell exactly the make and model of plant based on the size. Rarely can you ascertain color or size of the tree or plant it will become. So you put the seed in the ground. You water and care for it. You keep the dogs from walking all over the soil. If it doesn’t rain, you hose it down.

It might be an apple tree. Or a mustard tree. Or an olive tree (which I recently learned lives for 500 years!). As nurturers of the tree, our job isn’t to dictate what type of fruit is produced. Our role simply provides as best possible for that tree to produce good fruit. The fruit will be used in many, many ways. Food, juice, seasoning, oil… and really, how the harvest gets put to use probably isn’t much concern for the tree-nurturer either.

I hope, as a parent (and really, as one who wishes to help develop souls), I can learn to water and provide light without judging my little trees on the types of fruit they bear. I pray I don’t see apples and wish for olives, which tend to bring in a bigger price per bushel. And as fruit appears, it’s my goal to keep in mind the health of the fruit, a quality that can only come from a tree filled with vitality.

Ultimately, I must remember that I did not create the seed. That determination came from the start. God asked me to participate by nurturing, not controlling. God doesn’t give us peaches and ask us to convert them to pears. He gives us seedlings and says: Feed. Water. Care. Give it the best shot to a healthy and robust life. We’re not hear to change people, we’re here to grow what God has already planted.

What you see is what you get

I’m hearing through the rumblings of FB and the Today Show -my only outlets to know that indeed the planet didn’t get sucked into a black hole of nothingness while I was laundering the puke out of every sheet we own – that folks thought Beyonce wore too few clothes. Scantily clad, they say. “Not a family-friendly event.” I’m sure youth directors everywhere wonder what kind of damage control is necessary. 

I’m a bit appalled at tossing the performer out to take the heat. She may have had veto power to her wardrobe decisions, but I’m guessing that probably wasn’t mentioned in the contract. What came from Superbowl officials probably sounded a bit like, “Beyonce, you rock. We’d love for you to be our halftime performer this year. If possible, please help me relive my sophomore year and bring your friends from Destiny’s Child. Sincerely, People with a lot of money and power.”
 So, Beyonce did what she does. And she did it well. Did she scale back on her coverings? Not any more than her usual garb. A few pictures from 2012 (thanks to Google Images search. Any wrong dates are the fault of whoever tagged it as such. I did no further research as to date reliability):
And 2011:
Even 2009:
I’m seeing a trend in her threads. Namely, few of them. 
So, when she arrived in near-neglige attire, we shouldn’t be surprised. This is what she does. And based on sales and raves and my facebook feed, she’s good at it. 
“She should wear more clothes. It’s the superbowl!” I hear. 
To which I say, if you want a well-covered performer, then call Sandi Patty and see if she’s free. But don’t ask an artist (dare I call a superstar that?) to be something she’s not. If you want accountability for a family-friendly event, tell your local Superbowl talent-booker. Or change the channel, because it’s probably not going to happen. Or write Pepsi an express your frustrations at the choice of performer, not her choice of clothes. Even more so, stop buying Pepsi until they listen. 
But don’t tell Beyonce that what got her to the point of being requested can no longer be a part of what she puts on the stage that night. 

**The nature of a scantily-clad superstar role model for our young women or as a temptation for our young men is a separate argument. We can discuss modesty issues, but that’s not my point. Beyonce’s reputation isn’t based on a modest, moral appeal. Should it be? Well, that’s up to you, your family and the music you purchase and the concerts you watch. If you ask me. 

Timing is everything

The special addition of Destiny’s Child at the Superbowl last night evoked quite the near-memory of almost-encounters. It seems that JJ and I had our own special Adjustment Bureau at work in our lives during the years prior to our first introduction. As we count up the number of times we “could’ve” met, but didn’t, I find a special sentiment toward the idea of “perfect timing.” 

If you were to make a movie of our relationship, it would probably be most interesting to have us literally crossing paths in the hallway of the second floor of Boyd Hall. I lived in the co-ed dorm my freshman year and the floor was split in half (yes, I lived with young men on my floor. I know it sounds preposterous to parents now). So it wasn’t uncommon to meet guys in our hallway, especially on the weekends when girls would have guests. Which was the case for JJ’s appearance – he dated a girl that lived across from me. 
I met Natalie and her roommate, Amber, early in the year and enjoyed them; we occasionally ordered DP Dough together. I remember coming into their room one evening and Natalie was working on a letter to her boyfriend who lived at a distance. Who knew that I might come across that same letter later in life as I sorted all of JJ’s keepsakes before moving. 
Later that year, I joined my sister and one of her best friends, Katie, at a Columbus Clippers game because Destiny’s Child was preforming afterward. We had discount tickets because Katie’s sister, Pam played for the ONU softball team and they had a block of seats. Pam’s teammate, Lindsay, joined us as well as Lindsay’s brother Bo (Beau?) and Bo’s roommate… JJ. (Sidenote: the same Lindsay also dated my cousin, Brad, but this connection was inconsequential to the particular Destiny’s Child experience). 
JJ and I found out about these non-encounters much later in life (how did Destiny’s Child and the Columbus Clippers game come up in conversation? I have no idea.) and I sat a bit in awe that the Bureau opted for my first job to actually bring JJ into the light of my existence. 
Upon review, I find the timing perfect. Had I met JJ at that point in my life – and in his – I never would’ve dated him. Our paths were so different that it simply wouldn’t make sense. I was judgmental and idealistic. He participated in extra-curricular activities which I would find distasteful. We simply had nothing that would bring us, let alone keep us, together. 
I used to tell “my kids” that the right guy at the wrong time was still the wrong guy. I still believe it. I found the right guy at the right time. What developed in each of us over the course of the following 4 years before I crossed the aisle in church and asked him to help at open gym became absolutely necessary in the functioning of our relationship. It goes to confirm the other mantra I would recite to my kids – you have to be Me before you can be We. The Me that each of us were living couldn’t come together to form the We that exists today. 
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