tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76014492024-02-03T14:24:04.613-05:00They Will Know Us By Our T-ShirtsI used to blog about my job in a Christian bookstore. Now I focus on how my faith intersects with the rest of life as a husband, father, resident of the Irvington neighborhood in Indianapolis, higher education employee, etc.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15870079464901094633noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-30140500117380666552012-04-01T20:22:00.004-04:002012-04-01T21:31:37.171-04:00Palm SundayPalm Sunday is one of my favorite Sundays of the year. Each year I am reminded that the crowd that praises Christ on Sunday will want him dead on Friday. I am a member of that same crowd. It is always a sobering and necessary reminder of why I need Easter, and it is a perfect beginning to Holy Week.<br /><br />This Holy Week, I get to preach a homily during one of our evening services at Redeemer, which has me thinking about the last sermon I preached on Palm Sunday 2009. I prefaced the sermon by saying I was preaching a sermon I needed for myself. All these years later, I still need it. I hope it can be a blessing to you as you begin your Holy Week.<br /><br /><a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/37379108/Palm%20Sunday%20-%20Mark%2011_1-11a%20-%20AAC.m4a">Ben Reed - Palm Sunday 2009, Church of the Cross (Hopkins, MN)</a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-24236492592739088852011-12-01T13:01:00.002-05:002011-12-01T13:04:15.826-05:00A Little Christmas SpiritMark Oestreicher displays 27 of the <a href="http://whyismarko.com/2011/27-worst-nativity-sets-the-annual-growing-list/">worst nativity sets</a> he could find. It made me a little misty eyed thinking about my old gig at the Christian Bookstore. (Or as some might call it, the time when this blog was funny.) Thankfully, we never had anything as bad as these.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-72101158025955541612011-11-04T10:17:00.002-04:002011-11-04T10:20:32.838-04:00Help Me To BeI’ve spent the last two weeks in Minneapolis as part of the intensive portion for two of my classes in Bethel Seminary’s <a href="http://seminary.bethel.edu/offices/inministry/">InMinistry Program</a>. It’s been hard; it’s been challenging; it’s been amazing.<br /><br />This past week has been dominated by my Intro to Pastoral Care class. I had low expectations going in, but the class has been transformative. I’m still trying to process everything, and I wrote this prayer as part of trying to make sense of all my emotions from the week.<br /><br />I resonated deeply with the role of the chaplain and their ministry of presence. While I’m not sure what that means vocationally, I think the ideals of their ministry are things I want to cultivate in my own life. This prayer is about asking God to be that presence – though it is a quiet presence, it is still revolutionary.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Help Me To Be</span><br />When the chaos of the world swirls around me<br />Help me to stand<br />When the arrows of spite and rage pierce my flesh<br />Help me to stand<br />When the stars are dark and the night is long<br />Help me to stand<br />When death captures the day and life is in retreat<br />Help me to stand<br /><br />When you bring form to the mist over the deep<br />Help me to move<br />When your love heals my mortal wounds<br />Help me to move<br />When you shine forth as the bright morning star<br />Help me to move<br />When you rise victorious over eternal death<br />Help me to move<br /><br />You are the sculptor<br />You are the healer<br />You are the morning<br />You are life itself<br /><br />In the midst of your quiet revolution<br />Help me to be your presence in this world<br /><br />Lord, in your mercy<br />Hear my prayerBenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-80638124678901988392011-03-09T22:04:00.001-05:002011-03-09T22:06:16.063-05:00Ash Wednesday SoundtrackI feel like no one can provide the soundtrack to Ash Wednesday quite like Ralph Stanley.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="325" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/krIVsZP-YaY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-86438222768964201592011-01-17T21:07:00.001-05:002011-01-17T21:09:12.800-05:00ResplendentThinking about death and regret tonight. Bill Mallonee has been kind enough to provide the soundtrack.<br /><br /><object data="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=1397949087/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB//" type="text/html" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="100" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=1397949087/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB//"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="allowNetworking" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"><object data="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/track=1397949087/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB//" type="text/html" height="100" width="400"></object></object>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-24259296701445470562010-12-08T13:05:00.003-05:002010-12-08T13:09:10.693-05:00We Are Not Born Too Late - Advent and Dorothy DayA little Advent perspective from Dorothy Day.<br /><blockquote><br />“In Christ’s human life, there were always a few who made up for the neglect of the crowd. The shepherds did it; their hurrying to the crib atoned for the people who would flee from Christ. The wise men did it; their journey across the world made up for those who refused to stir one hand’s breadth from the routine of their lives to go to Christ. Even the gifts the wise men brought have in themselves an obscure recompense and atonement for what would follow later in this Child’s life. For they brought gold, the king’s emblem, to make up for the crown of thorns that he would wear; they offered incense, the symbol of praise, to make up for the mockery and the spitting; they gave him myrrh, to heal and soothe, and he was wounded from head to foot and no one bathed his wounds. The women at the foot of the Cross did it too, making up for the crowd who stood by and sneered.<br /><br />We can do it too, exactly as they did. We are not born too late. We do it by seeing Christ and serving Christ in friends and strangers, in everyone we come in contact with.”<br /><br />—Dorothy Day</blockquote>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-85405974226139459972010-10-13T09:46:00.003-04:002010-10-13T09:48:40.882-04:00Daddy's Little GirlMy baby girl turns one today. Two years ago, this never seemed like a possibility. We’d been trying for a year to get pregnant with no luck. In contrast, we soon learned that most of our friends were extremely fertile. Hooray for them.<br /><br />It is hard to see people you love succeed in areas you fail. You feel guilty because you are unable to enter into their joy completely. I learned that one man’s joy often shines a harsh light on another man’s pain.<br /><br />I could not imagine in 2008 the joy and love I would feel today because I am a father. But I still remember the pain I felt back then, and I’m ok with that. Experiencing the pain makes the joy so much sweeter. It also reminds me that my beautiful daughter might be a bittersweet sight for friends who are dealing with infertility, failed adoptions or the death of a child. That dichotomy is real, it is tangible, and it must be wrestled with.<br /><br />I want so many things for my daughter. I want her to be stronger than I am. I want her to succeed where I have failed. But I also want her to understand that some people look at the world and see beauty, while others only see pain. I want her to see both. And I want her to help those who cannot imagine anything but pain to see the beauty of God’s love flooding into a broken world.<br /><br />Every night when I lay her down to sleep, I pray some version of this prayer:<br /><blockquote>Lord, we thank you for Vivian Mae<br />And all the joy she brings<br />We pray that you keep her safe<br />We pray that she grows up big and strong<br />And we pray that she will show the world your beauty<br />Amen</blockquote>Vivian Mae, on October 13, 2009, you came into my life. You helped me see beauty where I had only seen pain. You pointed me back to another child, born without fanfare, when God’s love broke through the depravity of this world. I pray that you spend the rest of your life doing the same thing for everyone you meet.<br /><br />Happy Birthday. Daddy loves you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOIP6L3KNR4/TLW4UwulqUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZcxvGzQf50U/s1600/Vivian.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LOIP6L3KNR4/TLW4UwulqUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZcxvGzQf50U/s320/Vivian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527526784484354370" border="0" /></a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-51081701434775589212010-09-29T16:43:00.002-04:002010-09-29T16:58:10.916-04:00O Death Where Is Thy Sting?Death seems to be circling my life a lot. First it was the sudden passing of a friend and former coworker. More recently it has been friends dealing with the death of a child. And there are still a few friends whose battles with cancer and other such things are always on the brink of death.<br /><br />In light of that, I found myself humming “Down To The River To Pray” a lot. I know it’s traditionally sung at baptisms and it isn’t really about death. But I think Alison Kraus’s version is haunting and would be a fitting soundtrack to a scene in a movie where a casket is being taken from a church.<br /><br />When she sings it, I’m flooded with all of the feelings I get during a baptism. At baptism we remember what we take on faith – that Christ conquered death. And at a funeral we hold onto that hope. We’re not sure we can believe amidst our grief, but we hold onto it. We remember our baptismal vows and the faith they represent – that Christ has died, Christ is risen, and Christ will come again.<br /><br /><object height="240" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWAB7gALZ98?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWAB7gALZ98?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="240" width="400"></embed></object>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-66459486612122077982010-09-20T22:03:00.003-04:002010-09-20T22:10:37.731-04:00Prayer For Those Searching For TruthCardiphonia has some nice <a href="http://cardiphonia.org/2010/09/20/prayers-for-the-lords-supper/">prayers</a> for non-Christians to reflect on during the Lord's Supper. My favorite is the "Prayer for Those Searching for the Truth" [emphasis mine]:<br /><br /><blockquote>Lord Jesus, you claim to be the way, the truth, and the life. Grant that I might be undaunted by the cost of following you as I consider the reasons for doing so. If what you claim is true, please guide me, teach me, and open to me the reality of who you are. <span style="font-style: italic;">Give me an understanding of you that is coherent, convincing, and that leads to the life that you promise</span>. Amen.<br /></blockquote>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-4982867071554115822010-08-13T10:56:00.004-04:002010-10-01T22:47:08.339-04:00CashIf my soul could sing, it would sound Johnny Cash - a true American bad-ass and the original voice of downtrodden and road weary travelers clinging to an ancient hope. I miss you, Mr. Cash. This world needs more people like you.<br /><br /><div style="background:#000000;width:400px;height:247px"><embed flashVars="playerVars=showStats=yes|autoPlay=no|videoTitle=Johnny Cash God's Gonna Cut You Down" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1045024/johnny_cash_gods_gonna_cut_you_down.swf" width="400" height="247" wmode="transparent" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" name="Metacafe_1045024" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></div><div style="font-size:12px;"><a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1045024/johnny_cash_gods_gonna_cut_you_down/">Johnny Cash God's Gonna Cut You Down</a> - <a href="http://www.metacafe.com/">A funny movie is a click away</a></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-30284431169133759372010-08-12T09:50:00.003-04:002010-08-12T09:55:32.936-04:00God Only Knows That I Mean WellIt’s been a rough couple of weeks at the Reed homestead. It’s the busy time of year at my job, and a series of new student orientations has kept me at work later than I would like. There have been a few days this week where I never saw my daughter awake, because she was always asleep when I was home.<br /><br />Add to that my recent decision to indefinitely postpone returning to seminary and instead [probably] pursue a part-time MBA, a decision I’ll try to expound upon in the future. All of that adds up to feeling pulled in a million directions. You’ve got to hustle in this life to try to pay the bills and to keep your relationships from going bankrupt. It too often feels like a doomed effort.<br /><br />I heard <a href="http://www.joehenrylovesyoumadly.com/">Joe Henry</a>’s song, “God Only Knows,” this morning, and it struck me as a great expression of my current sentiments. The last <a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858719171/">verse</a> gets me every time”<br /><blockquote>God only knows that we can do<br />No more or less than he'll allow<br />God only knows that we mean well<br />God knows that we just don't know how<br />But I'll try to be your light in love<br />And pray that is enough for now<br />I'll try to be your light in love<br />And pray that is enough for now<br />I'll pray that is enough for now<br />I'll pray that is enough for now<br />I'll pray that is enough for now<br />I'll pray that is enough for now</blockquote>God only knows that I mean well, and I pray that is enough for now.<br /><br /><object height="320" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKpsmA9cLu0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKpsmA9cLu0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="320" width="400"></embed></object>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-37607653002995169182010-07-16T10:16:00.003-04:002010-07-16T10:51:04.346-04:00On SincerityCleveland has had a rough week. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LeBron_James#2010_free_agency">Lebron James</a> left for the glitter of Miami and famed cartoonist <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvey_Pekar">Harvey Pekar</a> died. Anthony Bourdain has a great <a href="http://anthony-bourdain-blog.travelchannel.com/read/the-original-goodbye-splendor?fbid=emwcenOlWmv">obituary</a> for Pekar, in which he talks about how Cleveland will end up missing Pekar more than James. Harvey Pekar was in love with Cleveland, and he helped people see how beautiful it was. As Bourdain writes,<br /><blockquote>“...Harvey captured and chronicled every day what was--and will always be--beautiful about Cleveland: the still majestic gorgeousness of what once was--the uniquely quirky charm of what remains, the delightfully offbeat attitude of those who struggle to go on in a city they love and would never dream of leaving. What a two minute overview might depict as a dying, post-industrial town, Harvey celebrated as a living, breathing, richly textured society.”<br /></blockquote><a href="http://burghdiaspora.blogspot.com/2010/07/rust-belt-chic-harvey-pekar.html">Jim Russell</a> and <a href="http://www.newgeography.com/content/001672-%E2%80%9Cjames-drain%E2%80%9D-hits-cleveland">Aaron M. Renn</a> both use Bourdain’s thoughts as a jumping off point to talk about urban development, the brain drain and the brand of a city. The moral of the story - not everyone wants Miami, and Cleveland shouldn't try to give it to them. Cities in the Midwest (like my own Indianapolis) will never be able to compete with a place like South Beach or L.A. When we do try to compete, it comes off as insincere and fake. It’s not who we are. Sincerity always wins, and we should strive to embrace it.<br /><br />If you ask me why I love Indianapolis, I won’t list any of the sexy building projects like <a href="http://www.lucasoilstadium.com/">Lucas Oil Stadium</a> or the new <a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/indjw-jw-marriott-indianapolis/">JW Marriott</a> hotel being built for the 2012 Super Bowl. I’ll tell you about some of my favorite local restaurants like <a href="http://www.jockamopizza.com/">Jockamo</a> and <a href="http://www.paparouxindy.com/">Papa Roux</a>. I’ll tell you about the house I love and can actually afford located in a great neighborhood surrounded by great people (and I love the people because these are my people). And I’ll tell you how being in the Midwest gives me some weird sense of being grounded, and how that grounding helps me survive the day-to-day rhythms of life.<br /><br />Like I said, not sexy. But I hope you would see my genuine love for this place - a place that can be hard to love because it requires a little work to find beauty. That’s a true statement about so many things I love in this world, including my faith. I want there to be a sexy reason to love Christianity in a post-Christian world, but all I have are deeply personal stories of God invading my world and filling the dullness with beauty. These things are not sexy, but they are sincere.<br /><br />And maybe that’s better after all.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-2773572802014718282010-07-02T16:16:00.004-04:002010-07-02T16:29:49.660-04:00Give to the Wind Thy FearsDon't you love it when a work of art invades your life at the exact moment you need it? That's how I feel about Nathan Partain's recording of his rearranged version of <a href="http://partainwordsandmusic.wordpress.com/2010/07/02/give-to-the-wind-thy-fears/">"Give to the Wind Thy Fears."</a> I have never heard the hymn before, but I instantly love it. I don't think it gets much better than Nathan's music paired with a hymn that's older than our country.<br /><br />It is worth taking the time to explore the <a href="http://partainwordsandmusic.wordpress.com/">rest of his music</a>.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-10421438529697919082010-06-22T22:15:00.005-04:002010-06-22T22:45:54.471-04:00Lord Have Mercy. Christ Have Mercy. Lord Have Mercy.You should read Andy Whitman's beautiful "Good Letters" <a href="http://imagejournal.org/page/blog/hearing-the-melody">entry</a> about his sister's impending death.<br /><br />I love liturgy, written prayers, and other related things. My dad is fond of cautioning that these items can become "rote." He views this as a negative, that memorization and recitation lead to a monotonous faith. That's the opposite of what it does.<br /><br />I hope those words become rote. Because when I am faced with those inevitable moments when there are no answers, I will throw myself on the mercy of God. And the only words I will be able to utter will be those words written onto my heart over time and with repetition.<br /><br />I have never met Andy Whitman, but I pray for God's mercy and strength. And I offer him this prayer from The Book of Common Prayer, because I do not have words to say it better:<br /><br /><blockquote>"O merciful Father, who has taught us in your holy Word that you do not willingly afflict or grieve the children of men: Look with pity upon the sorrows of your servant for whom our prayers are offered. Remember him, O Lord, in mercy, nourish his soul with patience, comfort him with a sense of your goodness, lift up your countenance upon him, and give him peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."</blockquote>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-43164590183705452272010-06-02T22:02:00.002-04:002010-06-02T22:12:41.685-04:00All That Glitters Is Not GoldI've been thinking a lot about issues like calling, the value of work, the American dream, etc. I've read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crush-Time-Cash-Your-Passion/dp/0061914177">books</a> by Gary Vee, <a href="www.faith-at-work.net/Docs/WhyWork.pdf">essays</a> by Dorothy Sayers, and I just began to revisit <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Call-Finding-Fulfilling-Central-Purpose/dp/0849944376"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Call</span></a> by Os Guinness.<br /><br />But I think Andy Whitman's recent essay <a href="http://imagejournal.org/page/blog/walker-percy-and-the-century-of-merde">"Walker Percy and The Century of Merde,"</a> from the Good Letters blog at Image perfectly captures perfectly sums up the frustrations I have whenever I think about these issues.<br /><br /><blockquote>"There is inherent nobility in work, my friends tell me. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong with supporting your family. The notion of following your passions is a product of whiny Baby Boomers. Ask a thirteenth-century serf about following his passions.<br /><br />Some days I listen. But not today. Me? I'll talk to you about Walker Percy and why he had it right. I'll talk to you about why it's all a big, stinking pile of merde without God in the equation, and that even with Him on your side you still might want to hold your nose."</blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />[Author's note: There are no affiliate links in this post.]</span>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-24514337297386827102010-05-17T22:20:00.005-04:002010-05-17T22:36:52.150-04:00The Freedom In RestrictionI love <a href="http://www.whitestripes.com/">The White Stripes</a>. At their best, I feel like they capture the essence of great garage rock. It's gritty and exciting, and you can't help but dance.<a href='#1'><sup>1</sup></a><br /><br />But what I love more than the great music are the band's self-imposed restrictions. They tend to limit their composition to three components (vocals, drums, guitar or vocal, drums, piano).<a href='#2'><sup>2</sup></a><br /><br />At first you think a restriction like that will lead to a creative dead-end. You may not use a 6th grade <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recorder">recorder</a> ensemble, but you want the option on the table. Most of us believe that greater creativity requires access to greater options.<br /><br />But instead it forces you to think outside of the proverbial [and cliched] box. You realize that the boundaries everyone else believes are suffocating are in fact freeing. Instead of squelching creative freedom, the restrictions actually force it to the surface.<br /><br />A lot of things are that way. Frugality forces you to find creative ways to make ends meet. Dietary restrictions force you to expand your recipe box. And I would add that Christian social ethics [how your faith influences your actions in this world] force you to reconsider what it means to be human and to step into a new and creative life oriented by hope.<br /><br />It's easy to focus on what we're not supposed to do as Christians. But as my pastor, <a href="http://www.redeemindy.org/worship/sermons/">Jason Dorsey</a>, mentioned this past Sunday, we have a different - an otherworldly - perspective. Christianity is not about being afraid of hell or being coerced by God. It is about stepping into a new identity - an identity of hope. That identity given by God is the only way to break free from the faux freedom of our sinful nature. It is the only way to become truly human.<br /><br />Yes, that new identity will require being different, both in what we do and in what we don't do. The same cross that saves us, restricts us and calls us to live our lives with a different perspective. The world may not understand, but by the grace of God, our lives will be more dangerous, more creative, and more profound because of it. And people will want to know what it's all about.<br /><br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/K4dx42YzQCE/hqdefault.jpg)" width="400" height="324"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4dx42YzQCE&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4dx42YzQCE&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="400" height="324" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a name='1'>1</a> Yes, I dance. No, I won't dance for you. But I dare you to listen to "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlcMRq3gb1s">My Doorbell</a>" and not shake your booty just a little.<br /><a name='2'>2</a> While they don't do this in 100% of their songs, it is a restriction that dominates the vast majority of their music.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-48524655073531461952010-04-30T21:49:00.002-04:002010-04-30T21:56:34.752-04:00And I Will Hold On HopeI've spent most of my life trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. I want to pursue the passions of my heart, but I never want to commit to what those passions are. I want to live dangerously, but I want to mitigate risk. I want to take the right steps without ever tripping. [Yeah, I want to live in a dream world.]<br /><br />In her Catholic.org <a href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=208">biography</a>, it's mentioned that St. Teresa of Avila "was always afraid that no matter what she did she was going to do everything wrong." That pretty much sums up my life, which is why I found this prayer by her to be so beautiful:<br /><blockquote>Govern everything by your wisdom, O Lord,<br />so that my soul may always be serving you<br />in the way you will<br />and not as I choose.<br />Let me die to myself so that I may serve you;<br />let me live to you who are life itself.<br /><br />Amen.<br /></blockquote>I find that prayer to have a calming effect. Everything in the first paragraph of this post is focused on me and my desires. And when I focus on how I am going to live my life and how I am going to plan out the near future, I get paralyzed by indecision and wind up sitting in a corner listening to Whitney Houston albums. It isn't pretty.<br /><br />Instead of focusing on my desires, [wait for it] I should focus on God's desires for my life. When you can hand over your dreams and passions to God, he transforms those passions into his passions. Instead of paralyzing indecision, you can grab onto hope. It's empowering.<br /><br />I found myself thinking of that while listening to <a href="http://www.mumfordandsons.com/">Mumford & Sons</a> this week. Their song "The Cave" has so many good lines [full lyrics <a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858766939/">here</a>]. Some of my favorites:<br /><blockquote>"And I'll find strength in pain<br />And I will change my ways<br />I'll know my name as it's called again"<br /><br />"Cause I need freedom now<br />And I need to know how<br />To live my life as it's meant to be"<br /><br />"So tie me to a post and block my ears<br />I can see widows and orphans through my tears<br />I know my call despite my faults<br />And despite my growing fears"<br /></blockquote>[Author's aside: That last part about orphans and knowing my call is especially poignant as my wife and I continue to talk about the idea of adoption. But that's a post for another time.]<br /><br />We are called out of a life focused on ourselves and called into a life focused on God. Only then will we find the clarity to live as God's people in this world, a people marked by grace [and everything that means].<br /><br />Nothing I've said is new. I've heard it a million times. But I suppose when a 16th century Spanish saint and a folk band from London conspire across the space-time continuum to persuade you to refocus your heart, you should probably shut-up and do it.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><object width="400" height="243"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KkUeRPjc-Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KkUeRPjc-Y&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="243"></embed></object></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-73058491544989692472010-04-20T10:36:00.004-04:002010-04-20T10:40:56.619-04:00Home Is Wherever I'm With YouI turn 30 this Friday. As a middle-class white American, I have the luxury of reflecting back on my life and trying to draw truth out of the existential mess – a luxury I partake in a lot. (If I can get my act together – and get through my Stats homework – I’ll post some thoughts on 3 decades of life later this week.)<br /><br />I’ve had my ups and downs and roundabout paths. I never applied to film school (old regret that fades a little each year) and I started an MDiv, swore it off, and am now very close to starting it again. I’ve had more careers and more identity crisis than I care to remember.<br /><br />But through the years I met a girl, we made a baby, and we’ve lived a good life. Everything else is just noise.<br /><br />I have had trouble putting down roots over the last few years. There were the moves from Indianapolis to Minneapolis to Portland back to Minneapolis and finally back to Indianapolis. (That’s not even counting the failed and/or stalled attempts to move to Austin, Orlando, L.A., D.C., and South Korea.) And that girl – my wonderful wife, <a href="http://indyreeds.tumblr.com/">Nikki</a> – was always along for the ride, no matter how crazy (or melodramatic) it/I was.<br /><br />I wouldn’t be who I am today without her. And in the rush of celebrations with friends and family, I don’t want to forget to mention that I wouldn’t be here (or be who I am) without her. We do a poor job relishing life, and we do an even worse job of appreciating and celebrating the very people who make this life so great.<br /><br />So, as I close up the third decade of my life, I just want to thank the woman I love. She’s still that girl I fell in love with in the J-Lab at Taylor, but she’s so much more than that. And whether we die in this house in Irvington sixty years from now or move again in five years, I know that home is wherever I’m with her.<br /><br /><object height="241" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRA5S59KjwY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRA5S59KjwY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="241" width="400"></embed></object>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-42616748415909238622010-04-15T21:31:00.000-04:002010-04-15T21:33:08.060-04:00Just A Rude Boy With A New Toy<div>As you can tell, I got a little "blogged out" during Lent and haven't posted in over a week. I've been trying to craft a thoughtful reflection on my little Lenten experiment, because the world totally needs more people reflecting on the effectiveness of their own navel gazing. I have yet to deliver this magnum opus because of a combination of exhaustion (a.k.a. laziness) and being pulled in too many directions (a grown-up way of saying I have poor time management skills and an inability to say no). </div><div><br /></div><div>When I get tired, I tend to veer headfirst into melodrama. I think we'd all like to avoid that. So instead of giving you what I was working on (a reflection on being a father that felt like it should air at 2 a.m. on Lifetime), I will give you a music video. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been going through some old CDs. It's probably just nostalgia, but I've softened on some of my old music. It's not that bad. So I think it's time to go back to a simpler time (1997) and rock out to a little <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_O.C._Supertones">O.C. Supertones</a>. Everybody dance. You know you want to.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eblJXlN_c0A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eblJXlN_c0A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-41515454781839217142010-04-06T12:55:00.002-04:002010-04-06T13:05:28.279-04:00A Good Man Died YesterdayMichael Spencer <a href="http://www.internetmonk.com/archive/michael-spencer-1956-2010">died</a> yesterday. You can find plenty of <a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=cyB&tbo=s&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&tbs=blg:1&q=michael+spencer&start=10&sa=N">thoughts</a> on Michael’s life and death, but I found <a href="http://andywhitman.blogspot.com/2010/04/michael-spencer-internet-monk.html">Andy Whitman’s</a> to be especially poignant.<br /><br />Michael’s blog <a href="http://www.internetmonk.com/">The Internet Monk</a> provided a great amount of inspiration and strength for me, especially when I was living in Portland and struggling with my faith. If my life (and my blog for that matter) could have one tenth of the intelligence, compassion and bravery that Michael exhibited, then I could die a happy man.<br /><br />May he rest in peace.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-9189425145045536502010-04-02T18:00:00.000-04:002010-04-02T18:00:04.888-04:00Good Friday - Our Empire Of DirtGood Friday is always a somber day for me. It's the day we remember Christ's conviction, torture and death. It was probably quite a sight. The crowd that loved him on Sunday is now jeering at him as he dies a torturous death.<br /><br />Everything was going great for the crowd until the sun <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2023:44-45&version=NIV">stopped shining</a> for three hours, the temple curtain was <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015:38&version=NIV">torn in two</a>, the earth <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2027:51&version=NIV">shook</a>, and people <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2027:52-53&version=NIV">rose</a> from the dead. At that point, I'm guessing they all thought something like, "Oh shit."<br /><br />Or as the Roman centurion who witnessed the events <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%2015:39&version=NIV">said</a>, "Surely this man was the Son of God."<br /><br />It must have been suffocating to suddenly realize that you were wrong - to realize that you had just killed the Son of God. And all you could do was remember all the sins in your life that nailed him to that cross.<br /><br />Our sin is never private - we never hurt just ourselves. No matter how hard we try to wash it away, there is still blood on our hands.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Prayer For Good Friday</span><br />Lord, your love incarnate in your son has shown us the ugliness of our sin. Our crimes are so heinous that they require the ultimate sacrifice - the blood of your son. Even as we gaze on the cross, we are so arrogant that we claim to think you are evil for demanding such a sacrifice. Break us of our pride and rescue us in our sin.<br /><br />Lord, in your mercy<br />Hear our prayer<br /><br />-Ben Reed, April 2, 2010<br /><br /><br /><object height="300" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10372748&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10372748&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/10372748">Johnny Cash - Hurt</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3432448">kakofoni</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-27545784629594759982010-04-01T18:15:00.001-04:002010-10-04T16:41:34.160-04:00Maundy Thursday - Our Lord Was AfraidOne of my favorite songs in recent memory is "Up On A Mountain" by <a href="http://asthmatickitty.com/the-welcome-wagon">The Welcome Wagon</a>. It's a nice portrait of Christ's last night in Gethsemane when he goes to pray before he is betrayed by Judas Iscariot. He asks his most trusted apostles to come pray with him, and they can't stay awake. You can read the full account <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark%2014:32-41&version=NIV">here</a>.<br /><br />Not long ago we were listening to it, and my wife pointed out the line, "Up on a mountain our LORD is afraid." She thought it odd to think of Jesus as being afraid, but he was. He begged God to find another way, and yet he ultimately submitted to the will of the Father.<br /><br />It's a beautiful, tragic image of Jesus that I find comforting and inspiring in so many ways. But I think what strikes me the most is the image of Jesus Christ begging and pleading with God late at night for things to be different. He begs for comfort in the midst of fear. Anyone who has struggled with depression knows what that is like. [I should note that in Luke's <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=luke%2022:39-46&version=NIV">version</a> of the story, God sent an angel from heaven to strengthen him. He was not alone, even if he felt like it.]<br /><br />It is Christ at his most human - he is vulnerable. The creator of the universe, the savior of the world, became man - and he was afraid. And I can relate to him. I can connect to him. And he can empathize with me because he has been afraid. He has faced the darkness. He has felt alone.<br /><br />I think it's a sobering [and hopeful] image to reflect on this <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maundy_Thursday">Maundy Thursday</a> evening.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Prayer For Maundy Thursday</span><br />Lord, we are afraid. We strive to find light, but all we see is darkness. We feel as if hope is dead. Send us your spirit to strengthen us. You are God who has known fear, and we pray for your empathy and your strength.<br /><br />Lord, in your mercy<br />Hear our prayer<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Up On A Mountain"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Words and Music: Vito Aiuto</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">© New Jerusalem Music/ASCAP</span><br /><br />Up on a mountain our LORD is alone<br />Without a family, friends, or a home<br />He cries – ohhh, ohhh, ohhh –<br />Will you stay with me?<br />He cries – ohhh, ohhh, ohhh –<br />Will you wait with me?<br /><br />Up on a mountain our LORD is afraid<br />Carrying all the mistakes we have made<br />And he knew – ohh, ohh, ohh – it’s a long way down<br />Do you know – ohh, ohhh – he came all the way down<br /><br />Up in the heavens our LORD prays for you<br />He sent his Spirit to carry us through<br />So its true – ohhh, ohhh – that you’re not alone.<br /><br /><br /><object height="243" width="400"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Tzudi_i94E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Tzudi_i94E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="243" width="400"></embed></object>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-52860056428097702802010-03-31T21:35:00.003-04:002010-10-04T16:42:49.573-04:00Oh MercyThe beauty of the cross is the image of mercy that it portrays. Mercy is unwarranted compassion and kindness. It is not being given the punishment that you deserve. If you are aware that you are imperfect and dead in your sins, then the cross is an image of beauty. If you have no real conviction that despite your best efforts you aren't good enough, then the cross is nothing more than a historical footnote blown out of proportion by generations of people you write off as delusional.<br /><br />I am always amazed at how many people are too stubborn (or too ignorant) to admit they need mercy in their lives. Do they really believe that they have wronged no one? Do they have no regrets?<br /><br />I can understand why you would think I'm an idiot for believing I need mercy from some God you either hate or find to be obsolete. But do you really believe that there are no people in this world you have wronged? Do you really believe that (if you are honest) you would say you do not crave forgiveness or mercy from someone in your life?<br /><br />If you say no, then you have lived a life so shallow and cut-off from other people that you have never invested enough in someone's life to risk hurting them. You have never loved. Or you are so self-absorbed that you don't care if you have wronged someone. Either way I am sad for you.<br /><br />It isn't constricting to admit that you need mercy. It is freeing, because you realize that you can't save yourself. And when you receive mercy, you realize what it means to be completely and fully loved. And isn't that a beautiful thing? Isn't that liberating? Isn't that something you want?<br /><br /><div><br /><b>A Prayer For The Wednesday Of Holy Week<br /></b>Lord, we have wronged those we love and we have wronged you. We have regrets that haunt us. We reject as lies the notion that regrets are for the weak minded. We know that our regrets remind us that we are human. They remind us that we are loved, and that we took that love for granted.<br /><br />But in your mercy, you do not leave us regretting the mistakes of our youth. You sent your son to rebuild those broken relationships. You were the one who was wronged, and yet you were the one who paved the way to forgiveness. We did nothing and deserved nothing, and yet we have received so much. Please let us live in this world as people who have experienced mercy, and let us extend mercy to those around us.<br /><br />Lord, in your mercy<br />Hear our prayer<br /><br />- Ben Reed, March 31, 2010</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><b>Mercy Now<br /></b><i>Mary Gauthier<br /></i><br />My father could use a little mercy now<br />The fruits of his labor<br />Fall and rot slowly on the ground<br />His work is almost over<br />It won't be long and he won't be around<br />I love my father, and he could use some mercy now<br /><br />My brother could use a little mercy now<br />He's a stranger to freedom<br />He's shackled to his fears and doubts<br />The pain that he lives in is<br />Almost more than living will allow<br />I love my bother, and he could use some mercy now<br /><br />My church and my country could use a little mercy now<br />As they sink into a poisoned pit<br />That's going to take forever to climb out<br />They carry the weight of the faithful<br />Who follow them down<br />I love my church and country, and they could use some mercy now<br /><br />Every living thing could use a little mercy now<br />Only the hand of grace can end the race<br />Towards another mushroom cloud<br />People in power, well<br />They'll do anything to keep their crown<br />I love life, and life itself could use some mercy now<br /><br />Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now<br />I know we don't deserve it<br />But we need it anyhow<br />We hang in the balance<br />Dangle 'tween hell and hallowed ground<br />Every single one of us could use some mercy now<br />Every single one of us could use some mercy now<br />Every single one of us could use some mercy now<br /><br /><object width="400" height="324"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5MG1ZfFiZ8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5MG1ZfFiZ8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"></embed></object><br /><br /></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-14394138300150306672010-03-30T21:41:00.002-04:002010-03-30T21:50:09.698-04:00You Can Act Like A ManWe're in the midst of holy week. It begins with Christ's triumphal entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday and culminates in his betrayal, death and resurrection. It is the remembrance of the last week of a man's life. And in that last week, he is ultimately betrayed by a friend, denied by his closest disciple, and crucified by the very people who had praised his name a few days earlier.<a href="#1"><sup>1</sup></a><br /><br />I tend to bristle when we merely try to draw examples of good living from Christ's life. He was more than a nice example for shallow devotional books best enjoyed over afternoon tea. He was God incarnate after all. But as I think about what he went through during that week - and how he want through it - I can't help but think, "Now that was a man."<br /><br />I've been thinking a lot about masculinity and being a man. (I'm sure it's partly due to my discovery of blogs like <a href="http://artofmanliness.com/">The Art Of Manliness</a> and <a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/">1001 Rules For My Unborn Son</a>.) The crisis of manhood is a well documented "issue" in this country.<a href="#2"><sup>2</sup></a> I'm not sure I can add much to that discussion. I struggle with the same issues of passion, responsibility, identity, etc. But I do think that trying to focus more on Christ, and trying to find my identity in him (as opposed to other things like my work, my family, etc.) can help focus the questions surrounding those issues.<br /><br />Christ was killed because he was not what the people expected. They thought he would bring a physical/political revolution, but he brought a spiritual revolution.<a href="#3"><sup>3</sup></a> They thought he would spill Roman blood, but his own blood was spilled. Christ was killed because he refused to conform to our expectations. Holy week is [in part] about Christ's subversion, destruction and redemption of our expectations of God.<br /><br />Now that was a man.<br /><br />We must live as fathers in a world filled with absent fathers. We must live as husbands in a world filled with undevoted husbands. We must live as men in a world that struggles to define what men are. And as we navigate that minefield, we would do well by the grace of God to try and subvert, destroy and redeem the old images of men that we have been given.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Prayer For The Tuesday Of Holy Week</span><br />Lord, as we remember the last week of your son's life on earth, we are reminded of the courage and resilience he showed. He knew even as the people cheered that those same people would ultimately betray him. And yet in his love and mercy he fulfilled his mission to serve as a sacrifice for our sins. Fill us with the same love and mercy for others. Remind us that we are sinners who were saved not by any action on our part but by actions on your part - actions that only a loving God and father could undertake.<br /><br />Lord, in your mercy<br />Hear our prayer<br /><br /><br /><a name="1">1</a> If you'd like a nice devotional guide reflecting on this last week of God's life, Cardiphonia has posted a <a href="http://cardiphonia.org/2010/03/27/daily-devotional-for-holy-week/">guide</a> from Christ The King Presbyterian Church.<br /><br /><a name="2">2</a> Doesn't this whole thing strike you as an extremely western, middle-class issue? Do poor farmers in the third world have time for existential crisis about whether or not men with beards either are manly or <a href="http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/post/36358682/14-men-with-facial-hair-have-something-to-hide">not to be trusted</a>? (Answer: Manly and sexy.)<br /><br /><a name="3">3</a> By the way, a spiritual revolution should spill over into all areas of life. It is not contained to pithy spiritual discussions over afternoon tea.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601449.post-20590995721363887702010-03-30T09:07:00.000-04:002010-03-30T09:08:03.580-04:00Quick Blog NotesSo, we moved this weekend. Our internet provider, Brighthouse, promised to have us up and running with internet on Saturday. That didn't happen. In fact, we were told three different things over the last two weeks regarding transferring our service. The Brighthouse customer service rep even insinuated that my wife is an idiot. That didn't go well for him.<br /><br />Anyway, the internet goes live in the Reed house today. While I could have run to a coffee shop and quickly posted some thoughts on Palm Sunday, Holy Week, etc., I chose to stay at home with my wife and work on unpacking boxes.<br /><br />Regular posting should start again tonight.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00975024470416926698noreply@blogger.com1