2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 5,100 times in 2010. That’s about 12 full 747s.

 

In 2010, there were 44 new posts, not bad for the first year! There were 50 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 10mb. That’s about 4 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was March 17th with 87 views. The most popular post that day was The Three C’s of Urban Ministry.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, twitter.com, mtcalvary-mke.org, digg.com, and mail.yahoo.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for garbage man, happy 5th birthday again, happy fifth birthday commercial, happy fifth birthday again, and happy 5th birthday commercial.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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The Three C’s of Urban Ministry March 2010
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Happy Fifth Birthday Again! April 2010
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Garbage Man Guilt July 2010

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Salute the Admiral March 2010
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About Me March 2010

When Did THAT Happen?

This morning I was filling out a registration form for something online. One of the questions hit me with a start: “Do you have any children under the age of 18 living in your household?” I had to check the box that said, “No.” I thought to myself, “When did that happen?”

It’s been a year-and-a-half now since either of our kids have permanently been living in our house. I, of course, knew that. But life moves so fast, things transition so quickly, and the calendar pages get torn off and thrown away almost without notice. Sometimes we are jarred into the reality of time moving on.

This time of year, more than any other, seems to do that to people. I think it’s because the holiday season is a time of year filled with tradition and traditions. When traditions are carried out year after year we begin to realize that time moves on. We look back to past years and realize that even our traditions just aren’t quite what they used to be. Some of the decorations seem a bit dated. We notice that there are people who were once part of our traditions that are no longer.  Just like that we’re sharing our tradition and traditions with our adult children whom we once carried to our traditional events. When did that happen?

The hymn writer said, “Time, like an ever-rolling stream soon bears us all away.” Not exactly the joyful hymn lyrics you’d expect at this time of year. In fact, “O God, Our Help in Ages Past” is usually a hymn used a little later on in the season, traditionally on New Year’s Eve. But the words are incredibly appropriate right now as they go on to remind us that our God has been a “help in ages past,” and will be “our hope for years to come.” More than that, He is “our guard while troubles last last and our eternal home.”

There’s something deeply joyful about that. Nothing ever stays the same. But that doesn’t mean that we have to live in the traditions of the past. What a joy it is now to no longer “have children under the age of 18 living in our home.”

Don’t get me wrong. I miss having our kids in the house, and I miss the joys (and challenges!) of raising children. But “no longer having children under the age of 18 living in our home” means that we get to watch the exciting things that come about when adult lives develop. It means that we have a deep relationship like no other relationship on earth — the relationship between a parent and a child — which brings the joy of middle-of-the-day phone calls, watching them strike out into the world on their own, sensing pride in their accomplishments, sharing theological and political conversations, and the anticipation of seeing one another face-to-face whenever that next time will be.

Time certainly is an “ever-rolling” stream. But there’s something deeply profound and wonderful about that. Things change. But “change” doesn’t always mean things are worse. Often “time” and “change” make things much, much better.

From the bottom of my heart I believe that time marches on toward one Great Day and one Great Purpose. As a Christian, I know that time will never cease. I know that though passing time sometimes makes me melancholy in this life, there will come a day when life (eternal!) will no longer move so quickly, things will no longer transition or deteriorate, and no one will pay any attention to calendar pages. At that time, “time” will be a non-factor, and that will bring me joy.

I, for one, can’t wait to be jarred into that reality…the reality that N.T. Wright calls “life after life after death.” That’s exactly why, at this time of year, through all of our tradition and traditions, we celebrate the new birth of a King who entered into human time so that time for us will never end.

When did that happen? It happened 2000 years ago, and it happens in our hearts and lives in this great season, and through all the changes, challenges, and chances of life. It happens by grace through faith in Jesus Christ.

What are your thoughts on the transitionary nature of time?

Is It Mute or Is It Moot?

So…I tipped my spleen a bit on Facebook yesterday, and boy did it get a response. This is what I posted — “Pet Peeve: It’s not a MUTE point…it’s a MOOT point! Stop. Saying. It’s. A. MUTE. Point!” All kinds of people “liked” my status.

Then people started adding their own pet peeves regarding language misuse:

  • How about the misuse of “literally.”  As in, “I told my mom and she literally exploded!” Really? Bits of her went flying everywhere in a big boom?
  • “I could care less.” Ummm…are you sure that’s what you mean?
  • I want a person’s interest to be piqued–rather than peaked or peeked.
  • It’s realtor NOT real-a-tor.
  • I’m tired of hearing about “object failure.”
  • How about ath-a-letic? Isn’t it athletic?
  • Add IRregardless to that list…cringe-worthy, indeed.
  • Nuclear, not nuc-ya-ler.
  • I used to hear people refer to the liberry.

And finally:

  • I am mute on the subject simply because it is so moot!

Sometimes I want to hit the MUTE button when I hear our language being so abused and misused.

What about you? What pet peeves do you have regarding misuse of the English language?

A Dirty, Thankful Job

I have a dirty, thankful job…but someone’s got to do it. Thanking people can sometimes feel like work that’s “down and dirty,” but it might be even more rewarding to you than it is to the one receiving the thanks.

I recently read Tom Peters’ 507 page tome called The Little Big Things. Peters is one of the authors of the classic book, In Search of Excellence. In his new book he claims it’s the little things that make a big difference in business. And if in business, why not in the church as well? Granted, Word and Sacrament are not little things at all. They are the biggest and best things of all. But there are little things that we do because we are gifted with Word and Sacrament that can have a profound human impact, and even a profound spiritual impact.

In The Little Big Things Tom Peters asks: “How many times…today…did you ‘use the two words’? I.e….Exactly how many times did you utter: ‘Thank you’?” It’s a dirty, thankful job…but someone’s got to do it. Why not you? Why not me?

This past week I took Peters’ words to heart and I actually sat down and typed a personal letter to a college professor of mine who has had a profound impact on my life. I didn’t send an email. I didn’t text message. I didn’t leave a voice mail. I didn’t instant message. I wrote a full page, single-spaced letter, put it on letterhead, addressed it, and dropped it in the mail. (Aside: In this day and age of email and text messaging, don’t you love getting a personal note or letter in the mail?)

As I wrote the letter I began to appreciate more than ever the wisdom, guidance, modeling, faithfulness, humor, and knowledge that my professor and mentor passed on to me. Writing the “thank you” letter may have meant more to me than it did to him.  It helped me appreciate the gift of God that I have been given in that one man.

I bet I could write a “thank you” letter or note every day, and never run out of people to thank…and learn to appreciate even more the gifts that have been passed on to me by God through people. I don’t want to presuppose anything, but I dearly hope that the letter I sent to my college professor made his day. It would make my day to make his.

It might feel humbling to have to constantly thank other people. But “dirty, thankful jobs” can create good will, good effort, good grace, good teamwork, and even good friends, family, partners, and fellow Christians.

I now have a sticky note on the front of my computer that says: “Whom have you thanked today?”

Whom have you thanked today? Let me know. I’d love to hear about your experiences.

D-Day Anniversary

One of the members of my former congregation in Virginia is a World War II Veteran. He sent me the link to these photos of D-Day and Normandy.  We are so blessed to have had such brave people sacrifice themselves for the liberty we enjoy. They are true American Heroes.  We must never forget that sacrifice.  Please click on the link below:

http://bit.ly/Nj0B4

Grandmother, Mother, Wife

Grandma Strege was a seamstress. Her claim to fame was that she got to sew the jerseys of the Marquette basketball team during Al McGwire’s hey day. She lived through the dust bowl years in Kansas. During the worst of it, the family would close all the doors and windows at night before bed. And yet they would wake up in the morning and get out of bed only to see the outline of their body surrounded by the fine dust that came in even through those closed doors and windows.

She ended up in the tiny Wisconsin town of Theresa where she worked for Widmer’s cheese factory. To this day we buy Widmer’s delicious brick cheese in memory of Grandma. When Grandma Strege died last year, the Widmer’s showed up at her funeral. It was quite a tribute to her legacy that they would come to her funeral all those many years after she had worked there.

Grandma Strege lived through the worst of the depression, and became a strong, hard working woman whose priority was to see to it that he children were well-educated. It’s a legacy that lives on in our family. Thanks, Grandma. We miss you.

Grandma Eggebrecht was an entrepreneur, a secretary, and a check out clerk at the A&P. She helped her husband, my grandfather, run a coal business, and later, a liquor store. She did what she needed to do to see to it that the family had food on the table. And that wasn’t always an easy thing in a bad economy. But she worked…and she worked hard.

Christmas Eve was a magical time at Grandma Eggebrecht’s house. The whole place was decorated to the hilt. A whole set of choir boy candles sat on the table inside the door. Presents were scattered under the tree. Since there was one boy and two girl cousins on each side, we all got identical gifts to the opposite cousin. And Grandma’s humor always kept everyone laughing.

Now she’s 94-years-old, and still making everyone laugh. She lives in a nursing home, and people who visit her say that she’s an inspiration. She really is. Besides, I think our side of the family has been endowed with her “gift” for acting and entertaining. Thanks, Grandma. We love you.

My mom is a nurse. She retired a few years ago and is enjoying it immensely. She risked her own health and well-being to care for others for many years. I’ll never forget the time she came home from working at the Children’s Hospital emergency room, having been exposed to meningitis. I was worried. But she took medication to prevent getting the disease, and reassured me everything would be fine.

Mom worked hard and sacrificed her own time so that we could go to Lutheran schools and have nice things to wear. Mom has style, and always saw to it that we did, too. She must have cringed at some of the things I wore when I began buying my own clothes. Even though she was never able to look directly at me when I performed (she still doesn’t look at me when I preach…she’s just too nervous!) she was always there and always supportive. And one of my mom’s greatest characteristics is her generosity. I hope that I am, can be, and will be as generous as she is. Thanks, Mom. I love you.

My wife is a mom that any kid would love to have. I know our kids love having her for a mom. When they were little she played baseball with Ben, and dress up with Ashlyn. She nurtured and fostered their little imaginations. She read to them and sang with them. She encouraged them, and made it to every sporting event, concert, or play that she possibly could. She would always tell the kids, “I’m your biggest fan.” And there is no disputing that fact.

Being a pastor’s wife, she had to sit alone with them in church, which is no easy task. Her faith and faithfulness have been passed on to her children. They have become the people she prayed that they would be. Much of it is due to her modeling, caring, serving, and loving; literally putting them well before herself in most every aspect of life. Any husband would want a wife to be the kind of mother that Tammy is to her children.

Tammy is a teacher, and works hard each and every day so that our kids can get a great education. She wants them to be able to pursue their dreams; and that, in fact, is what they’re doing. Once again she sacrifices herself for the sake of our children and our family. Thanks, Tammy. I love you.

Happy Mother’s Day Grandma, Mom, and Tammy! I love you all.

What is your remembrance of or tribute to your grandmothers, mother, or wife?