Saturday was one of those days where nothing much happened, yet could have been a cataclysmic event. My bride and I started the day with a ton of errands, with the ultimate destination my son's house for dinner. They live 60 miles from us, with all the shopping stops of Dallas between us.
So we fixed a light breakfast of muffins and coffee, then hit the road. AT&T store (did everyone know they don't sell I-phones?)Post office-Office Depot, then north to downtown Dallas to the Farmer's Market for avocados, a small watermelon, and a pineapple. From there to lunch on McKinney Ave @ Jake's Burgers where my bride announced that we need to find a little off-the-wall once a week to eat. I guess I am always stunned to realize that she enjoys spending time with me as much as I enjoy spending time with her. Then on the Apple store where they do sell I-phones. We upgraded my bride's phone and were waited on by a very nice and very well-trained young man. He managed to show us the rudimentary features of the I-phone with virtually no eye-rolls (although I got the same feeling as when we travel to Mexico, he spoke very slowly and deliberately to make sure we got it...we only got some of it) Then on to Crate and Barrel, and a small gift shop, and a StarBucks in the same shopping center. I had to have a break and frappicino. Lowe's and Home Depot were next for some real shopping and since my little Ford Ranger was full, we headed to our son's house. Whew.
A lovely dinner ensued, with great conversation, exceptional food, and memories to be filed into the heart.
On the way home about 10PM, my bride and remarked how reckless the Dallas drivers are on Central Expressway, weaving in and out, cutting people off, zooming ahead and veering across multiple lanes to hit an exit ramp at full speed. Somewhere north of LBJ, a truck changed lanes which caused a car to swerve and come within inches of smacking into another truck. We were about 100 yards behind the nut in the car, so I was able to see the entire thing. With three vehicles all swerving trying to miss each other, I was trying to calculate which way would afford us a safe lane. The car and truck missed (I have no idea how) by inches. My bride gasped, I tapped the brakes to give me the extra few seconds of reaction time, saw a lane to the left and moved over. All missed each other, but I know that had they locked up, there was no way that our little truck and about a half dozen other cars weren't going to be part of a major pile-up. There was simply no room to maneuver in time.
After the adrenalin settled down, we talked about the fact that these nuts who zip around and cause huge problems usually end up killing some innocent family,minding their own business, perhaps at the end of a long and fulfilling day. Wham! Crunch! Slam! and the shape of that family is changed forever.
Inches from a devastating phone call to my kids. Perhaps months of hospitalization, or rehab, or days spent in funeral planning.
I've thought about this all weekend. Even the near miss changed my thoughts and pre-occupied my take on the world and the transience that we take for granted. As mentioned in other blogs, I followed the thought string with all the permutations. What if I was gone, what would my kids and my bride do? What if it was my bride, I will tell you there is no alternate plan, it just sort of faded to a dark and lonely feeling. What if both of us? How would our kids handle it? Inches, less than the width of my hand from a normal weekend to a day that my kids would weep over for years to come.
I will tell you that my disciplines were different Sunday morning and this morning. Different due to thankfulness that we get some more time to enjoy the benefits of a life well lived.
Godspeed, hug those close to you. The width of a hand can close quickly.
Don
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Discernment
One week ago I started (this is my third journey) reading again my favorite non-scripture book, Richard Foster's Celebration of Discipline: The Path to Spiritual Growth I have a pretty set routine for this endeavor. I read a chapter a week, several times, to ingrain the ideas that Foster finds important.
Chapter one really doesn't deal with any of the disciplines per se, but with the concept of embracing the disciplines. One of the cautions here is that spiritual disciplines are "a wonderful handmaiden, and a terrible taskmaster." The disciplines are intended to open us up to God's inspection, to develop an attitude of humble pursuit, to shine the light of God's right-ness into the dark crevasses of our souls and lives. But when the disciplines become too legal, too hard-edged, when we begin to impose them on others, then it becomes a burden too heavy to bear. I wrote in an earlier blog that I tend to drift in 3 year increments. Perhaps it is because I begin to use the disciplines as a crutch and a hammer, rather than a opportunity to reconnect, to grow.
The first paragraph sums up what I feel is the greatest need in the Kingdom today:
"Superficiality is the curse of our age. The doctrine of instant satisfaction is a primary spiritual problem. The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people."
We need people of discernment, not knowledge, not skill, not gifts..discernment, or wisdom as a word from another time. If the Kingdom work lacks anything, it is men and women who are wise in the ways of the heart and the heart of God. The Kingdom needs men and women who see things for what they are, not what they hoped it would be.
The problem lies within the hearts of those who do not give credence to the importance of discernment. They would rather find a quick fix, a magic bullet that will cure all that is wrong with the church and the church people. How can you tell when a community of faith is opting for the easy way out? The teaching is shallow, dispersed, broad. There is a tendency to be paper-thin and a mile wide. The leadership runs from one popular event/model/process to another. The teaching is not about the core truths, but the doctrinal distinctives (or bashing of distinctives) or popular/secular topics. We will never gain depth by studying the thoughts of men, only the thoughts of God.
So how do we identify men and women who are discerning? They can see through the popular notions and apply spiritual truth to the conversation. They are settled and, at times, slow to speak, almost ponderous in their evaluations. There is little in their nature that calls attention to their wisdom, they have learned that when the time is right, God will open a venue for them to speak his truths. Patience in the face of hurry is their MO. But when they speak, it is deep and true and honest and significant.
Do you know men and women like that? Then you have found a spiritual discipline adherent because that nature is not man's nature, it is of God.
Join me in the next 12 weeks, we will go where few venture.
Godspeed.
Don
Chapter one really doesn't deal with any of the disciplines per se, but with the concept of embracing the disciplines. One of the cautions here is that spiritual disciplines are "a wonderful handmaiden, and a terrible taskmaster." The disciplines are intended to open us up to God's inspection, to develop an attitude of humble pursuit, to shine the light of God's right-ness into the dark crevasses of our souls and lives. But when the disciplines become too legal, too hard-edged, when we begin to impose them on others, then it becomes a burden too heavy to bear. I wrote in an earlier blog that I tend to drift in 3 year increments. Perhaps it is because I begin to use the disciplines as a crutch and a hammer, rather than a opportunity to reconnect, to grow.
The first paragraph sums up what I feel is the greatest need in the Kingdom today:
"Superficiality is the curse of our age. The doctrine of instant satisfaction is a primary spiritual problem. The desperate need today is not for a greater number of intelligent people, or gifted people, but for deep people."
We need people of discernment, not knowledge, not skill, not gifts..discernment, or wisdom as a word from another time. If the Kingdom work lacks anything, it is men and women who are wise in the ways of the heart and the heart of God. The Kingdom needs men and women who see things for what they are, not what they hoped it would be.
The problem lies within the hearts of those who do not give credence to the importance of discernment. They would rather find a quick fix, a magic bullet that will cure all that is wrong with the church and the church people. How can you tell when a community of faith is opting for the easy way out? The teaching is shallow, dispersed, broad. There is a tendency to be paper-thin and a mile wide. The leadership runs from one popular event/model/process to another. The teaching is not about the core truths, but the doctrinal distinctives (or bashing of distinctives) or popular/secular topics. We will never gain depth by studying the thoughts of men, only the thoughts of God.
So how do we identify men and women who are discerning? They can see through the popular notions and apply spiritual truth to the conversation. They are settled and, at times, slow to speak, almost ponderous in their evaluations. There is little in their nature that calls attention to their wisdom, they have learned that when the time is right, God will open a venue for them to speak his truths. Patience in the face of hurry is their MO. But when they speak, it is deep and true and honest and significant.
Do you know men and women like that? Then you have found a spiritual discipline adherent because that nature is not man's nature, it is of God.
Join me in the next 12 weeks, we will go where few venture.
Godspeed.
Don
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Not In A Long Time
I suffer from what I would call "thought strings." An idea pops into my head, then I chase all the possibilities, ramifications, applications off into the brush and sometimes forget where I started. But recently I wondered what happened to all the hilarity/nutty stuff that I did as a kid, and wondered why we don't do them now.
For instance: How long has it been that you got tickled about something and COULD NOT stop laughing? All of us as teenagers had a buddy make an outrageous, hilarious comment just as we were taking a drink of Dr. Pepper. You remember what happened...the Dr. Pepper spurts from your mouth, through your nose and out again, causing you to lunge forward to keep the stuff from spewing all down your front. It feels like the stuff is made of liquid fire, but you can't stop laughing. Choking, laughing to the point of tears, your side begins to hurt, by now you have had to find a place to set down your drink. And you can't retell the story to someone who wasn't there because the best you will get is a polite chuckle. You had to be there.
How about "papering" yards? Pick a girl you like, swipe the toilet paper from the men's dorm at ACU, then go toss the stuff into trees. There is a certain thrill to this mild act of vandalism. But here I am 40 years later remembering the thrill, the daring-do of my buddies as we ran back down the street to my '59 Chevy, now that's a get-away car. Of course as a 6th grader Mark and I made the mistake of shredding some of his school papers, with his name still on them, and papering a house within sight of his front door. Rookie mistakes. We had to pick all that up when the evidence, with Mark's name on it, was presented to his folks. So I will take this opportunity to apologize to the parents (those still living) of Betsy Dodge, Carla Willis, Teri Faneli, Ann Williford, Jody Whitefield, and all the girls my buddies were infatuated with. The list too long to write here, and there needs to be some plausible deniability.
Or how about skinny-dipping? I see photos of my 6-year-old grandson splashing through a creek in the Palo Duro canyon with his buddies and realize they are just a few short years from one of them saying, "I don't like to wear wet pants all day." It will not take those little inventive minds to come to the conclusion that swimming without clothes is both fun and problem-solving, no wet clothes. There is also a little bit of adventure in letting your "danglies" be in water that is also inhabited by turtles, fish, and all other critters. Frankly, I can't remember the last time I swam in anything but a pool. How domesticated have we become? Besides, we have finally reached the age where people won't stare at us anymore, in fact, there may be a certain amount of visual aversion.
So here is my plan. Let's go hit the local college, steal their toilet paper (revenge on the college punks who drive us nuts anyway) go paper some one's house, take a run to the lake, go skinny-dipping, then all meet at my house where we will relive the night with Dr. Pepper and peanuts. With any luck someone will shoot the stuff through their nose and we will all laugh until we pass out. Now that is my idea of fun. And long overdue. This grownup stuff is just no fun.
Godspeed out there. I have motion detectors on my house and a very vicious beagle...just FYI
Don
For instance: How long has it been that you got tickled about something and COULD NOT stop laughing? All of us as teenagers had a buddy make an outrageous, hilarious comment just as we were taking a drink of Dr. Pepper. You remember what happened...the Dr. Pepper spurts from your mouth, through your nose and out again, causing you to lunge forward to keep the stuff from spewing all down your front. It feels like the stuff is made of liquid fire, but you can't stop laughing. Choking, laughing to the point of tears, your side begins to hurt, by now you have had to find a place to set down your drink. And you can't retell the story to someone who wasn't there because the best you will get is a polite chuckle. You had to be there.
How about "papering" yards? Pick a girl you like, swipe the toilet paper from the men's dorm at ACU, then go toss the stuff into trees. There is a certain thrill to this mild act of vandalism. But here I am 40 years later remembering the thrill, the daring-do of my buddies as we ran back down the street to my '59 Chevy, now that's a get-away car. Of course as a 6th grader Mark and I made the mistake of shredding some of his school papers, with his name still on them, and papering a house within sight of his front door. Rookie mistakes. We had to pick all that up when the evidence, with Mark's name on it, was presented to his folks. So I will take this opportunity to apologize to the parents (those still living) of Betsy Dodge, Carla Willis, Teri Faneli, Ann Williford, Jody Whitefield, and all the girls my buddies were infatuated with. The list too long to write here, and there needs to be some plausible deniability.
Or how about skinny-dipping? I see photos of my 6-year-old grandson splashing through a creek in the Palo Duro canyon with his buddies and realize they are just a few short years from one of them saying, "I don't like to wear wet pants all day." It will not take those little inventive minds to come to the conclusion that swimming without clothes is both fun and problem-solving, no wet clothes. There is also a little bit of adventure in letting your "danglies" be in water that is also inhabited by turtles, fish, and all other critters. Frankly, I can't remember the last time I swam in anything but a pool. How domesticated have we become? Besides, we have finally reached the age where people won't stare at us anymore, in fact, there may be a certain amount of visual aversion.
So here is my plan. Let's go hit the local college, steal their toilet paper (revenge on the college punks who drive us nuts anyway) go paper some one's house, take a run to the lake, go skinny-dipping, then all meet at my house where we will relive the night with Dr. Pepper and peanuts. With any luck someone will shoot the stuff through their nose and we will all laugh until we pass out. Now that is my idea of fun. And long overdue. This grownup stuff is just no fun.
Godspeed out there. I have motion detectors on my house and a very vicious beagle...just FYI
Don
Thursday, August 13, 2009
It's About Time, Again
About every three years I spend 12 weeks reading a little book called Celebration of Disciplineby Richard Foster. It devotes a chapter to each of the primary spiritual disciplines, this will be my fourth trip down this path. For some reason I always find something I didn't see before, a new insight, a fresh perspective, a renewal of my devotion to these disciplines. There is always a moment of reorientation to benefits of the disciplines.
It is interesting to me that this refocus seems to always fall into these three year increments. I can tell when I need to reread this little book because of the sloppiness of my own dedication. It starts with the feeling of anxiety about events and issues over which I have no control. This can be work-related, church-related, relationship-related, or all of the above. The anxiety builds because the focus has drifted from spiritual matters to secular. This re dedication is needed because I can track how far I have drifted simply by looking in my journal...blank pages or long pauses between entries are a red flare that I have not been as devoted as I need to be about silence and solitude, prayer and fasting, etc. The journal is like the moments in my marriage when we would not communicate for a long period of time about anything significant, then wonder why we felt alone, isolated from each other. This is precisely what is happening when my journal remains empty. I'm not talking to God and, more importantly, I'm not listening either.
What will happen is that this grey, listless feeling will be replaced by reflection, repentance, and ultimately renewal. The rebound will not be swift, but it will be sure. I'm not sure why I always let it wind down like this. Rationalization is always in play, I write a blog - a form of on-line journal. But this doesn't dig to the depths that I need it to, I can't be as honest here as I can in my private journal, recording my deepest fears, my most constant mistakes, anger unspoken, desires best not published, grudges held, sins confessed. This is not the forum to share my prayers over my bride, my children, or my grandchildren.
So I am going back to training camp..again. I dread the soreness of spiritual muscles not used recently. But I anticipate the exhilaration of entering into the presence of the one who can use me in a significant way.
I hope you can join in. The book is about the only one I would recommend beyond the big book.
Godspeed.
Don
It is interesting to me that this refocus seems to always fall into these three year increments. I can tell when I need to reread this little book because of the sloppiness of my own dedication. It starts with the feeling of anxiety about events and issues over which I have no control. This can be work-related, church-related, relationship-related, or all of the above. The anxiety builds because the focus has drifted from spiritual matters to secular. This re dedication is needed because I can track how far I have drifted simply by looking in my journal...blank pages or long pauses between entries are a red flare that I have not been as devoted as I need to be about silence and solitude, prayer and fasting, etc. The journal is like the moments in my marriage when we would not communicate for a long period of time about anything significant, then wonder why we felt alone, isolated from each other. This is precisely what is happening when my journal remains empty. I'm not talking to God and, more importantly, I'm not listening either.
What will happen is that this grey, listless feeling will be replaced by reflection, repentance, and ultimately renewal. The rebound will not be swift, but it will be sure. I'm not sure why I always let it wind down like this. Rationalization is always in play, I write a blog - a form of on-line journal. But this doesn't dig to the depths that I need it to, I can't be as honest here as I can in my private journal, recording my deepest fears, my most constant mistakes, anger unspoken, desires best not published, grudges held, sins confessed. This is not the forum to share my prayers over my bride, my children, or my grandchildren.
So I am going back to training camp..again. I dread the soreness of spiritual muscles not used recently. But I anticipate the exhilaration of entering into the presence of the one who can use me in a significant way.
I hope you can join in. The book is about the only one I would recommend beyond the big book.
Godspeed.
Don
Thursday, August 6, 2009
No Coffee?!?
Yesterday was a day of traveling to St. Louis to call on a potential new account, then fly to Tampa and call on an existing account, then home. Usually on my travels I try to book enough time for delays, getting lost, last minute emergencies. Yesterday was no exception. However, it was one of those days that a friend of mine calls "good karma travel days" It all went without a hitch.
So I am at the St. Louis airport with an hour to kill and decided a nice Starbucks and a bagel would be nice. So I went to the Great American Bagel Co. and bought a sesame bagel, and with a certain amount of tolerant arrogance, told the young lady that, "no, I do not need a coffee." Particularly your coffee (I'm sure my demeanor conveyed my disdain) Then I marched down the terminal to the Starbucks and was very delighted to realize there was not a line. I stepped up to the counter and said, "Tall, Pike's leave a little room for creamer." Foreign accent..Pakistani maybe.."No Coffee" What? No coffee at a Starbucks? "What do you mean, no coffee?" "No coffee, machine broken. Something else?"
How can there be no coffee? That is like American Airlines saying, "We aren't flying today, no planes" I was speechless. I'm standing there with my contraband bagel and no coffee. So I mumbled my, "No thanks" and sat down in their little eating area bummed by the turn of events.
Now what? No Starbucks. I considered going back to Great American Bagel Co., hat in hand admitting that, yes, I changed my mind and would like a coffee. But my pride which is like a little tiny devil on my shoulder wouldn't let me. I choked down my bagel dry, went to the men's room to make sure I didn't have any sesame seeds stuck in my teeth, and went to my appointment.
I am still puzzled how a Starbucks could not have coffee. It impacted my entire day. Analogies keep popping into my head..Taco Bueno without tacos...Burger King with no burgers..Discount Tire with no tires...This may be one of the signs of the end times. And I have to face it without caffeine. Oh the tragedies, oh the humanity!
I'm better now, just had my coffee for the morning.
Godspeed out there, this journey is at times dangerous.
Don
So I am at the St. Louis airport with an hour to kill and decided a nice Starbucks and a bagel would be nice. So I went to the Great American Bagel Co. and bought a sesame bagel, and with a certain amount of tolerant arrogance, told the young lady that, "no, I do not need a coffee." Particularly your coffee (I'm sure my demeanor conveyed my disdain) Then I marched down the terminal to the Starbucks and was very delighted to realize there was not a line. I stepped up to the counter and said, "Tall, Pike's leave a little room for creamer." Foreign accent..Pakistani maybe.."No Coffee" What? No coffee at a Starbucks? "What do you mean, no coffee?" "No coffee, machine broken. Something else?"
How can there be no coffee? That is like American Airlines saying, "We aren't flying today, no planes" I was speechless. I'm standing there with my contraband bagel and no coffee. So I mumbled my, "No thanks" and sat down in their little eating area bummed by the turn of events.
Now what? No Starbucks. I considered going back to Great American Bagel Co., hat in hand admitting that, yes, I changed my mind and would like a coffee. But my pride which is like a little tiny devil on my shoulder wouldn't let me. I choked down my bagel dry, went to the men's room to make sure I didn't have any sesame seeds stuck in my teeth, and went to my appointment.
I am still puzzled how a Starbucks could not have coffee. It impacted my entire day. Analogies keep popping into my head..Taco Bueno without tacos...Burger King with no burgers..Discount Tire with no tires...This may be one of the signs of the end times. And I have to face it without caffeine. Oh the tragedies, oh the humanity!
I'm better now, just had my coffee for the morning.
Godspeed out there, this journey is at times dangerous.
Don
Monday, August 3, 2009
Method and Mystery
This spiritual walk is one filled with ironies, dissonance, conflicting concepts, and varied responses.
Last night at our monthly, small group meeting, I had an opportunity to visit with a friend of mine who is 20 years or so back along the trail. He asked a simple question, and received a full blown explanation of how I believe spiritual formation takes place. Several years ago I developed a five year study journey that covers what I call one of the three legs of the spiritual formation stool. We come to a point in our lives where we have to have something to rest on, to be assured of, and this common metaphor of a step stool is one of the easiest to convey. If you have only one leg it is a constant battle to stay balanced, if you have two, the battle is a little easier, but you can't fully relax or put your weight on it, with all three you can rest assured that the weight of your life and convictions will be held.
As a background, the three legs of this stool are Knowledge, Ministry (service) and Mystery. It is the different natures of these three legs that make most of us a little crazy. The spiritual tribe I grew up in had a fence post for the leg of knowledge, we could argue everyone to the ground, but had no real ministry to reach out, to develop compassion. And we shied away from anything mysterious. Spiritual disciplines were limited to study and prayer, and if you had to choose study won out. But recently, we have shifted away from the study aspect as well. Not relevant.
So I have begun trying to get folks around me to understand the credence in the balance. "knowledge puffs up" as the old book says, but ignorance is not bliss, it is dangerous. The book clearly points out that the God we worship is an orderly and disciplined God. Try reading the specs on the temple or the ark, you get the impression that an engineer is putting this together. We need to get firmly placed in peoples minds the big concepts like God's mission in this world (providence) What place Christ holds in this (Christology) The implications of the Spirit (Pneumatology) Where does the church fit in? (Ecclesiology)And finally end times (Eschatology) We should have a working knowledge of these to develop what can be referred to an a community of "informed judgment" People of discernment are in short supply, the world is looking for those people.
But knowledge alone creates ego, creates a lack of mercy. You must firmly attach knowledge to obedient service. A guy said in one of my classes years ago that his "knowledge had outgrown his obedience" How profound. I think he may have hit on something. Knowledge should drive us to service, to help, to be the ambassadors that we need to be. Service alone, however, is a small step away from the Salvation Army. Helpful, but not lending eternal help.
Finally, the spiritual, mystical disciplines have to be employed. These keep us in the presence of God, open to his nature, his will, and his mission. It turns the floodlight of God's truth inward, toward our rebellious hearts. The disciplines are meant to be mysterious. Pondered and practiced in a world of deepening understanding. All the while expanding our realization of our ignorance of things mystical.
These three legs will keep us balanced and tuned into the hand and mind of God.
My friend listened and asked questions, so he wasn't bored. The only question he asked that I couldn't answer was, "why don't churches do this?"
Why indeed.
Godspeed.
Don
Last night at our monthly, small group meeting, I had an opportunity to visit with a friend of mine who is 20 years or so back along the trail. He asked a simple question, and received a full blown explanation of how I believe spiritual formation takes place. Several years ago I developed a five year study journey that covers what I call one of the three legs of the spiritual formation stool. We come to a point in our lives where we have to have something to rest on, to be assured of, and this common metaphor of a step stool is one of the easiest to convey. If you have only one leg it is a constant battle to stay balanced, if you have two, the battle is a little easier, but you can't fully relax or put your weight on it, with all three you can rest assured that the weight of your life and convictions will be held.
As a background, the three legs of this stool are Knowledge, Ministry (service) and Mystery. It is the different natures of these three legs that make most of us a little crazy. The spiritual tribe I grew up in had a fence post for the leg of knowledge, we could argue everyone to the ground, but had no real ministry to reach out, to develop compassion. And we shied away from anything mysterious. Spiritual disciplines were limited to study and prayer, and if you had to choose study won out. But recently, we have shifted away from the study aspect as well. Not relevant.
So I have begun trying to get folks around me to understand the credence in the balance. "knowledge puffs up" as the old book says, but ignorance is not bliss, it is dangerous. The book clearly points out that the God we worship is an orderly and disciplined God. Try reading the specs on the temple or the ark, you get the impression that an engineer is putting this together. We need to get firmly placed in peoples minds the big concepts like God's mission in this world (providence) What place Christ holds in this (Christology) The implications of the Spirit (Pneumatology) Where does the church fit in? (Ecclesiology)And finally end times (Eschatology) We should have a working knowledge of these to develop what can be referred to an a community of "informed judgment" People of discernment are in short supply, the world is looking for those people.
But knowledge alone creates ego, creates a lack of mercy. You must firmly attach knowledge to obedient service. A guy said in one of my classes years ago that his "knowledge had outgrown his obedience" How profound. I think he may have hit on something. Knowledge should drive us to service, to help, to be the ambassadors that we need to be. Service alone, however, is a small step away from the Salvation Army. Helpful, but not lending eternal help.
Finally, the spiritual, mystical disciplines have to be employed. These keep us in the presence of God, open to his nature, his will, and his mission. It turns the floodlight of God's truth inward, toward our rebellious hearts. The disciplines are meant to be mysterious. Pondered and practiced in a world of deepening understanding. All the while expanding our realization of our ignorance of things mystical.
These three legs will keep us balanced and tuned into the hand and mind of God.
My friend listened and asked questions, so he wasn't bored. The only question he asked that I couldn't answer was, "why don't churches do this?"
Why indeed.
Godspeed.
Don
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