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A Both/And Sort of Life…

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My daughter gave me a most unique gift for Christmas last year. It’s called Storyworth. It’s a writing prompt. They send you a weekly question. You answer the question and after a year they compile the answers as a book. It’s designed to capture family stories and family history for your children and future generations.

I was challenged by the question posed this week: “How is your life different than you imagined?” I thought I’d share the answer with you, too.

My life is, at one and the same time, both different than what I imagined and not different than what I imagined.

It is different in that I never imagined spending years in full-time vocational ministry. That was never anything that was on my radar, but it is what was on the Lord’s radar for 28 years.

Filling in the Blank

What did I imagine? Maybe too many things to list. I was always a dreamer (day-dreamer). I would sit around and imagine what life would be like if I did __________. I would fill in the blank and that would be a day-dreaming topic.

There were actually a few things I filled in the blanks with that actually had an opportunity to become reality. First, was my desire to be Bob Barker. Not literally Bob Barker, but on television and in radio. I took steps in that direction. I went to work at KTOC- AM & FM radio is Jonesboro, LA. I thought that was the way to get started. I did that for a year and moved to KXKZ-FM in Ruston, LA. I only worked there a few months when Vanessa and I started dating. Working got in the way of dating, so I quite that job and went back to the grocery/hardware business of my grandfather’s, where the options for dating were more flexible.

I also pursued an education while in high school in the communications field. The Vo-Tech school offered classes in Radio-Television Technology. I spent my high school week-day afternoons as a student of that program.

Those classes opened the door to many opportunities in the radio/television field. It eventually led to a job opportunity in Lake Charles, LA with a local TV station there. The News Director from KNOE-TV in Monroe had recently transferred to Lake Charles. He knew me from my time hanging around KNOE as part of the Vo-Tech classes. He called and offered me a job as a cameraman/videographer (that was the real entry level job in television in those days). I was young. Vanessa and I were planning to get married, so I declined the opportunity. Honestly, I was just scared. I didn’t want to leave Chatham, LA. Ironic that I did leave Chatham some years later pursuing a path that I had never imagined.

Another time the blank was filled in was in pursuing a career in the military. I was a recently married young man and my childhood experiences of visiting Barksdale Air Force Base on yearly trips to the air show fueled my love for the military (well, the Air Force, actually). One day, Vanessa and I were in Monroe and we just stopped by the Air Force recruiting office. I walked in and told them I wanted to join. They started the process right then and there. I guess they didn’t want to let a live one get away.

I took their battery of tests. I actually aced their ASVAB test. The recruiter said he’d never had a recruit to ace that test. He seemed really excited to have me joining up. We then moved to the physical aspect of their requirements. They took me in a back room, measured me and weighed me, and determined that I was 22 pounds overweight for the Air Force.

He said I had two options: one, go over to the Army recruiter. The Army would take me in my overweight condition. Or two, go home and go on a diet and come back in a couple of months. I chose the second option primarily because I never imagined life in the Army. I didn’t want to go in the Army. I wanted to go in the Air Force and learn how to fly jets. I came home and thought about trying to lose the weight, but I really think the fear of leaving Chatham kept me from pursuing the weight loss whole-heartedly, so I never went back to the recruiter.

I’ve often wondered how life would have been different if I had joined the Air Force that day. I suppose we’ll never know.

A New Twist

After the Air Force debacle, I had resigned myself to spending a life-time in the hardware business. I had worked for my grandfather throughout high school and had continued on after marriage. It was a comfortable life. It had afforded my grandfather and grandmother a comfortable living, and I didn’t see much else on the horizon. I imagined that I would eventually take over the hardware business when my grandfather passed away, but alas, that was never to be.

It wasn’t too long before my uncle came to work at the hardware store. My grandfather, who had been in the grocery business for 40 years, built a new building to house the grocery business. When he built it, he brought my uncle and my dad into the family business and gave them an ownership interest in the grocery store. He kept the hardware business in the old grocery store and kept it as a separate company with himself as sole owner.

Well, my dad and my uncle couldn’t work together. They didn’t get along, so my dad chose to leave the business to pursue other interests. My uncle ended up the sole operator of the grocery business. It wasn’t too long until he found himself going through a divorce. Long story short, the grocery business was eventually sold and my uncle was working in the hardware business. It soon became apparent to me that I would not be the inheritor of the hardware store. I thought it best to pursue other opportunities for the good of my family.

My experience working in that business did give me the dream of owning my own business. Even as a young 19 – 20 year-old, I would read Inc. magazine, peruse the classified ads that were found in the back, and look for franchises that I might buy into and open in or around Chatham, LA. Funny thing is, I had no money and getting financing as a guy in his late-teens, early twenties wasn’t likely to happen (or I was too dumb to know how to make it happen), so they remained only dreams.

I eventually was offered an opportunity to go to work for the local sheriff as a deputy. I never imagined that in all my imagining, so I suppose there is some irony in that, as well. The position offered health insurance and retirement and we were pregnant with our first, so we decided it was the right step for us. I went to work for the sheriff in February of 1983.

Working for the local sheriff gave me an itching to go into politics. I thought I might parlay that job into an elected position within Jackson Parish, and I somewhat began working toward that end. 

A New Calling

Let me try to make a long story short. It was 1989, and a young, charismatic pastor was appointed to our church. I had (sort of) drifted away from church attendance at that point. After all, I worked most Sundays, and attendance was not a priority on the Sundays I was off, but this new young pastor started visiting me, and riding around with me when I was on patrol.

We spent a lot of time talking about life and church and meaning and purpose. I became more active, even attending revivals. The pastor held a tent revival on the back lot of the church parsonage, and there I was in attendance. It was at that revival that I first began to sense a call to ministry…probably as a result of all the conversations the pastor and I had on those long, late-night rides around the country-side.

That eventually led to my solo late-night experience in September of 1990 along May Road at Hickory Springs Church when I heard the audible voice of the Lord say, “Lynn, I’ve more than this for you.”

When I arrived home that evening (around 1 a.m.), trying to reflect on what happened, I turned on the TV thinking that would take my mind off of it. There were only three channels in those days (well, only three channels you could pick up on the TV in the country without cable). The ONLY channel that was still airing programming at 1 a.m., had on a TV evangelist (Robert Tilton). He looked straight into the camera and said, “There is someone listening to the this program right now, and the Lord has called you to ministry. You need to accept that calling.” True story

The next day, I was visiting with my pastor informing him that I thought God was calling me to ministry. Before I knew what happened, I was sitting in the District Superintendent’s office answering questions and beginning a journey towards vocational ministry. The rest, as they say, is history. There are a lot of good stories along the way, but suffice it to say, this was never anything I ever imagined. I guess God is funny that way.

After leaving vocational ministry, Vanessa and I eventually become small-business owners. I don’t know if that is life coming full circle and me ending up where I used to dream about ending up, or if the Lord was being gracious after 28 years of service in ministry.

All I know is that being a business owner was once a dream. Now it’s a reality. When I tell people that I’m living the dream, I actually mean it. Some days, though, that dream is a nightmare! Most days, it’s blessing, so I’ll try to be as grateful as possible.

So, I suppose that explains the answer to the question, “How has your life been different than you imagined?” can be answered in a both/and sort of way.

Until next time, keep looking up…

Ode to a Grease Fire…

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One never really knows how quickly life can change. One minute you’re at a grandson’s baseball game, the next minute the fire department is at your house fighting fires! Well, almost…

So, here’s the story on the fire at our home last Thursday evening. Vanessa, Lincoln and I finished dinner (beef tips and rice–yummy!), cleaned up the kitchen and headed out the door to watch Ryder play baseball. Two and a half hours later we return to a smoke-filled home.

Vanessa walked in and discovered the back burner on the stove on high. Unfortunately, there was a pan of fish grease sitting on that particular burner. The grease got hot, flared and caused the fire that will basically gut the downstairs portion of our home.

First, I take full responsibility for the fire. It is my fault that the grease was still sitting on the stove. I fried fish the Friday before and the grease was still sitting on the stove. Now, I have my defense. It was fresh grease. I couldn’t pour it back in its container because I didn’t empty the container. I couldn’t pour it down the sink and I wasn’t going to waste it by pouring it in the woods (I’ve only used it once, for heaven’s sake), so on the stove it sat.

Vanessa has tried desperately to claim responsibility. She wiped the stove after supper that evening, she says, and surely she must have inadvertently turned the knob as she wiped the stove. She has never done that before, but she believes there really is no other explanation. After all, we didn’t use that burner in preparing supper, so there’s no reason it should have ever been on.

Well, after putting on my fire investigator hat, I think I’ve come up with another explanation. It was Abby. It was all Abby. Abby is our five-year old black lab mix.

We left Abby at home like we always do. What else we did, though, was leave a roll (a garlic knot, actually) on the pan, on the stove, on top of the pan of grease. Abby has been known to snitch a snack off the kitchen counter if no one is watching and obviously, no one was watching. I surmise that Abby was attempting to snitch the roll (it really was out of her reach) and turned the burner knob with her paw.

No offense to Abby (she was doing what dogs do), but it’s the only thing that makes sense to me. Not to say that there couldn’t have been a first time for Vanessa to turn a knob while cleaning the stove, but it never happened before, and besides, there’s a bright red light that lights on the stove whenever a burner is on. She would have seen that…I think.

It really doesn’t matter how it happened. It happened and now I write this blog from a borrowed home because the cleaning company representative thought it not a good idea for us to stay in the upstairs portion of our home. So, we join the ranks of those who have been displaced due to fire or flood, and let me tell you, it is dad-gum inconvenient!

I have a new appreciation for those who have been through similar circumstances, whether due to fire or flood. At first, there is a great sense of helplessness. You think about a lifetime of memories that you hope can be salvaged. The initial moments of the crisis are well, overwhelming. You want to sit down for a moment, but then you realize you can’t because there is soot all over everything, so you lean against a cabinet. Then, you realize you just ruined your shirt because there is soot there, too.

My empathy level (and sympathy level) for others has gone way up over the last two days.

Let me say without equivocation that we are blessed beyond measure and eternally grateful that no one was hurt (not even Abby), and we are blessed and eternally grateful that the house wasn’t a complete loss. Somehow, the fire burned itself out quickly or it would have been so much worse.

The cleaning company has already been in and surveyed the damage and the insurance adjuster is scheduled for Monday at noon. The mess will be cleaned up soon and the rebuild will begin soon after. We’ll be back home in no time…we hope.

I am also grateful and blessed that our son, Adam, is working with us now in the shop, and he’s been a trooper to keep the doors open while I’ve been otherwise occupied. It’s been a incredible blessing to have him on board, and doubly so over the last few days.

We’re also grateful for insurance companies and cleaning companies. It’s never fun paying all those premiums. We complain the whole time we do it, but initial conversations with the insurance company (thanks to our daughter Kelsey) indicate we are well covered. We know we’ll never be made whole, but we’ll be fine, and for that we are grateful.

I really don’t know what will happen going forward, but one lesson I’ve learned is this: never, ever leave a pan of grease sitting on the stove. As soon as it cools, do something…anything…with the used grease. Sounds to me like the perfect excuse to finally buy that fish cooker I’ve been wanting. Not only will it store my grease, but I can cook outside and not stink up the house. Smart reasoning, if you ask me!

I’ve also been reminded what an amazing wife I married. She hasn’t stopped going since this happened. There has been no grass growing under her feet in moving this family ahead. I’m like, “Sit down and take a breath,” and she’s like, “There’s too much to do!” Vanessa Malone kills it!

So, there you have it. It’s a bump in the road of life…a little bump compared to what some others I know are going through…but a bump nonetheless. I’m reminded how little our bump is by what’s happening in our community this weekend. It’s the Minden St. Jude Auction. I think Vanessa is more upset that she’s missing the auction than she is about the fire.

The auction reminds me that there are many people battling cancer and fighting for their lives. Theirs is a life and death battle. Ours? A minor inconvenience. Perspective matters. Our prayers are with all those in that battle.

Until next time, keep looking up…

The Controllables…

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nintendo controlLooks like we’re in this thing for the long haul (or at least until April 30th) so I suppose we just have to settle in and adjust to the “new normal.” I’ve heard and read that phrase many times since March 13th when President Trump issued the national emergency in light of the Coronavirus. I must say that I don’t like that phrase because there is nothing normal about the situation in our nation and in the world. I think it is an acquiescence to the fear that is in us to accept this “new” normal. What we are living in is abnormal, and I, for one, will be fighting with all that is in me to get things back to normal when we finally “flatten the curve” on this virus.

But, what do we do in the meantime? For as many times as I’ve heard or read “new normal,” I’ve also heard or read some pundit or article giving advice about living in the meantime. If there’s one thing I’ve discovered during this pandemic, it’s that everyone fancies him/herself an expert. I’ve seen or read a lot of non-medical personnel offering “expert” advice on medical issues. I’ve seen or heard a lot of non-financial folks giving financial advice. I’ve gotten a ton of emails and seen a boatload of promoted posts on social media from “life coaches” trolling for new clients offering their services in the face of the pandemic–they’re all experts, too!

Well, I figured that I’m an expert in my opinion, so that should qualify me as an expert. With that in mind, let me offer my expert opinion on how we live in the meantime. It’s really simple advice, but I’ve found it incredibly helpful to me personally. The advice is simply this–focus on the things you can control.

There are so many things that are out of our control during this time. Rather than spend time focusing on those things, why not focus on that which we can control? Just makes sense to me. It was best expressed in a meme I saw on Facebook:Important Control

I’ve decided that I’m focusing my time and effort on the important things that I can control, and as the meme points out, that’s a rather small area. So, what are those important things that I can control?

Control My Inputs

First, I can control my inputs. One thing we can’t control is the amount of time we have to spend at home. What I can control is how much time I spend in front of the television streaming Netflix or Amazon Prime. Certainly, streaming services have changed the way we watch television, but there’s no mandate that we have to sit and binge watch the entire series of Tiger King, Ozark or Narcos Mexico. After watching the entire season 2 of Narcos Mexico in the first week of the “stay-at-home” order, I discovered my mind becoming mush.

I can also control how much news I watch. Let’s not forget, folks, that CNN, MSNBC and Fox News are more opinion than news these days, and each has its own pundits who are driven more by agendas than basic facts. They’re also driven by advertising dollars, and they’ll do whatever they can to gain viewers. Fear sells, friends, and I can’t help but wonder if we’re buying too much of what they are selling, and it’s destroying us from the inside out. Rather than spending six hours watching news channels, why not watch President Trump’s press conference, your governor’s press conference and your local news, then make up your own mind about the facts?

Control My Attitude

Second, I can control my attitude. I can’t control the fact that “experts” base their models on “worst case” scenarios, and those scenarios are what get reported (see fear selling above) in the media, but I don’t have to succumb to the fear those reports often generate. I can choose to be fearful, or I can choose to be hopeful. After all, aren’t we who follow Jesus Christ, supposed to be the most hopeful of people? What does it say to a fearful world when the world see us reflecting the same fear?

I can choose anxiety, or I can choose peace. Part of my family was gathered last Sunday (we had already been around each other, so don’t judge!), and in our time together I shared a passage from John’s Gospel:

32 “A time is coming and in fact has come when you will be scattered, each to your own home. You will leave me all alone. Yet I am not alone, for my Father is with me.

33 “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16: 32- 33 (NIV)

I wanted my family to know that though we may be separated for a time that we are never alone, and that should bring us peace. So, I’ll choose peace because I can control that choice.

Control My Actions

Finally, I can control my actions. I can’t control when someone treats me rudely in the grocery store for getting too close to them, but I can control how I respond when they do act rudely. Of course, it helps to remind myself that when someone lashes out because I violated the six foot rule or didn’t wear a mask, that they are reacting in fear, and that their actions are a reflection of their character, not mine. What I can control is whether I respond rudely or with an apology. I pray my character would lead me to respond with an apology, and to be more aware of others around me.

I also can’t control what someone posts on social media, but I’ve come to learn that I don’t have to respond to every idiot on social media. It breaks my heart that followers of Jesus are often so blatant in calling one another out on social media. Have a different opinion than another sister or brother in Christ? Fine. Rather than offer your alternative opinion in an often condescending way, why not simply post your own thoughts in a separate post without mentioning names? And, if the disagreement is sufficiently pronounced, why not message the person directly, or better yet, pick up the phone and call them. It is not a helpful witness to the world for them to see us fighting among ourselves.

So, I’m just going to focus on the controllables in my life. I don’t think “controllables” is a word, but it sounds good to me. I can control my inputs, my attitude and my actions. They’re all incredibly important, and can make the difference in how I endure the uncontrollable nature of the coronavirus.

Until next time, keep looking up…

The Malone Family Annual 2016

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So…I haven’t been blogging, but I’m committed to changing that habit. Look for a post once a week with mostly random thoughts, but to get back in the “spirit” of things, here’s a Christmas season catch-up for anyone who is interested.

The Malone Family Annual 2016

I must confess that I took 2015 off from writing the Malone Family Annual. I don’t know why I did. There are no good excuses, but as someone once said, “When you’re looking for an excuse, any excuse will do.” I won’t make an excuse. I took the year off. Don’t think, however, that you’ll get two years’ worth of news. I’ll bring you up to date on the past year and if you want news from other years, well, get on Facebook!

The year started off with Vanessa and me doing one of the silliest things we’ve ever done. We bought a house in Alabama! I don’t know why we did. I’d like to say it was my great business acumen that convinced Vanessa it would be a great investment, but really it was our banker convincing her we could make money on it if we decided to sell it. Anyway…we bought it, and yes, it is for rent! If you’re looking for a beach vacation, give us a call. We’ll hook you up! (Click here to make a reservation!)

pushmataha2016 also afforded Vanessa and me the opportunity to be reality TV stars. That’s right! We appeared on an episode of Island Life on HGTV. Oddly enough, the episode aired on Easter Sunday, March 27th. Here’s what I learned about reality TV during that adventure:

  • There’s nothing real about reality TV (it’s all scripted).
  • Making a TV show is hard work (three 14-hour days to shoot 19 minutes of video).
  • When someone asks you “Would you like to be on a reality TV show?” your first question should be “How much are you going to pay me?” (Our 15 minutes of fame actually cost us money!).

gc2016-logo-color-hi-res-690x370I was blessed (if blessed is the right word) to spend two weeks in May in Portland, OR at the General Conference for the United Methodist Church. It was my first trip to the Pacific Northwest, and it is a breathtaking part of the country. I took a day trip to Seaside, WA and dipped my toes in the Pacific Ocean. It was on a Sunday. May I confess I DID NOT go to worship that day? May I ask your forgiveness? General Conference was a neat and interesting experience.

Vanessa and I spent four days in Wichita, KS in July for Jurisdictional Conference for the South Central Jurisdiction of the UMC. It was the culmination of what I call my “pseudo” candidacy for Bishop in the UMC. I thought I heard God’s call to offer myself for the Episcopal office. Well, after Jurisdictional Conference, I’m not certain what I heard, but it obviously wasn’t that! I continue (gladly) to serve as Pastor at FUMC, Monroe. But, enough about me…

Vanessa continues to spend her time taking care of me and taking care of our grandchildren (she much prefers taking care of the grandchildren). Of course, each of those tasks over the past year fell between the demands of the BIG news in the Malone family this year (more on that in a minute), but suffice it to say, she’s stayed as busy as she wanted to stay. She has stayed busy settling us into a new house. Yes, that’s right, we sold our house here in Monroe, and no, that’s not the BIG news. Why did we sell our house? Well, when someone knocks on your door and asks you how much it would take to buy your house, you throw out a number and they accept it, you tend to sell it. It only means one thing, though: we left money on the table. We’re in a rental and looking for a new one to buy. Check next year’s Annual for updates.

family-wedding-pic-2So, on to the BIG news. On December 3, 2016, Kelsey Malone became Kelsey Malone Ingram as she married Matthew Ingram. The couple are at home now in West Monroe, LA where she is a customer service representative with State Farm Insurance (and she continues to serve on staff at FUMC as contemporary worship leader) and Matthew is in computers with CenturyLink.

Brittney is at home in West Monroe and is a sales representative with Republic Beverage. Adam and his two boys (Kade and Kobyn) call West Monroe home but he works half the year in Malaysia. Josh, Piper and their brood (Peyton, Ryder and Skyler) still call Minden home. Not much news about the children this year. They don’t live at home anymore, so we don’t have nearly as much news as we once did.

Well, that’s certainly the Reader’s Digest version of the Malone family news for 2016. I’ll stop because I’m tired of writing, and I KNOW you’re tired of reading. I’ll simply say “Merry Christmas and Happy and Blessed New Year!”

Just Answer the Phone…

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Perhaps you’ve heard of the book Diffusion of Innovations that describes how new ideas and technologies spread in different cultures. The model describes the adoption or acceptance of a new product or innovation by grouping how different people come to accept the innovation or technology. The first persons to use a new product or technology are called “innovators,” followed by those who are referred to as “early adopters.” Next come the early and late majority, and the last group to eventually adopt a product are called “laggards.” I must admit, when text messaging first came onto the scene, I was a laggard. When it comes to technology, I generally considered myself an early adopter or at least an early majority kind of person, but texting was different. Seriously! Just pick up the phone and call me.

txtSomething changed my mind, though. Want to know what it was? It was my desire to communicate with my daughters. My daughter’s preferred method of communication…their preferred method of staying connected is via text messaging. I would call them and they wouldn’t answer their phones. That was quite irritating, especially when I was paying the bill. Yet, they were constantly on their phones. I soon learned that if I texted them, they’d respond almost immediately. I could call…no answer. Text…boom! Answer right away. It’s how they communicated. Really, though…you’ve got the phone in your hand. Why can’t you just answer the silly thing? That was my reasoning. The only problem is my reasoning didn’t work with them. If I wanted to communicate with my daughters, I was going to have to communicate by their chosen means. I had to become part of the majority, even though I wanted desperately to be a laggard.

Sometimes the church can be a laggard when it comes to the diffusion of innovations. Actually, it doesn’t even have to be an innovation. It may have nothing to do with technology. It may simply be the method in which we communicate the message of salvation in Jesus Christ. Jesus gave the church a fairly specific command to connect with people. He called us to connect with people so that they would become his disciples. It’s called the Great Commission, and we find it in Matthew 28: 18 – 20:

18 Jesus came and told his disciples, “I have been given all authority in heaven and on earth. 19 Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. 20 Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”

You’re aware of the seismic shifts that are occurring in culture. Certainly with technology and our attempts at staying connected. The entire Christian faith is about being connected. To be disciples of Jesus Christ we must be connected—first, to Jesus Christ, but then, to his body, the church. We need the fellowship of believers, yet in this culture where connection seems to be so easy, the church lags behind in making disciples.

It might first be helpful to understand discipleship a little better. The word Jesus uses in issuing the Great Commission means “a follower.” It doesn’t simply mean being a student. Someone said a student learns what the teacher knows, but a disciple (a follower) becomes what the teacher is. I wonder (and it’s only wondering) if we’re having such a hard time making disciples because we haven’t become disciples ourselves? We’ve spent a lot of time learning what the Bible has to say, but how much time do we actually spend becoming what Jesus is? I’m preaching to myself, people. Jesus give us a directive to follow. It’s what he did while he was here. It’s pretty simple: go, baptize, teach. There’s an appropriate order, too. It begins with going.

I believe going is the most significant part of the Great Commission. “Go and make disciples…” “Going” to tell others the Good News is not simply shouting “turn or burn” to one outside a relationship with Jesus Christ. It is living life in such a way that others see something different in us. It is to live a life of grace…a life of compassion…a life of hope…a life of forgiveness…a life of reconciliation.

The old cliché is never truer than in matters of faith: People don’t care how much we know until they know how much we care. When we show concern and compassion for others it opens the door for a relationship. Relationship is where transformation takes place. We can never underestimate the power of relationship in the making of disciples. The relationships begin “out there” in the world…in the work place…in the marketplace…on the golf course…in the places where we encounter the people we know.

Each of us has a story to share of what God has done, and is doing in our lives. We must be ready to tell our story…even when we feel our story is insignificant. There is no insignificant story in the Kingdom of God. Not one.

I think I’ve shared with you before why I call Starbucks my satellite office. It’s because I can encounter more unchurched people in an hour at Starbucks than I can by spending forty hours a week in the office. I don’t have many unchurched people stopping by the office to chit-chat. We must go where the people are, and believe you me, there are people at Starbucks. I can’t believe so many people pay so much for coffee! I have my own Starbucks Gold Card, by the way!

If we would connect with people, we must connect with them where they are. We’ve spent far too long expecting people to come to church. Come check us out. Come see what we have going on. Come to worship. The first part of the Great Commission was “go.” Go where they are! This is one place the church plays the part of the laggard. We still want people to come, when all the Lord ever asked us to do was go. I might add that in the future there will be more church happening “out there” where people are than “in here” where we gather each week.

One other place the church plays the laggard, if I may? We lag behind the world in the way we communicate the message. Hear me clearly: the message never changes. The method in which the message is delivered is constantly changing, and unless we change our delivery method, we’ll fail to be effective and fruitful in connecting to others.

Remember, the message I wanted to communicate with my daughters didn’t change. I still told them the same things I was always telling them. I simply had to adopt the method of communication to which they became accustomed. Message the same. Method different.

One of the ways I’ve had to adapt in the church? Shorter sermons. I know! There are some Sundays it doesn’t feel that way, but truly, attention spans have decreased with the innovation of technology. People need a shorter sermon. That means for me to be effective, I have to preach shorter messages.

The message Christ has entrusted to us is a message of forgiveness of sins through faith in Jesus Christ. It is a message of hope and life. It is a message of repentance and reconciliation. It is a message of encouragement and grace. That hasn’t changed in over 2,000 years. With technology rising, and church attendance sagging, the method of communicating that message must change, too.

Let us commit to connect with God, with each other, and with others who are searching for meaning and purpose. Let us commit to be open to connecting with them whenever and wherever they are. Let us commit to connect with them in whatever means is necessary, even if it means sending them a text.

Until next time, keep looking up…

R & R…

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I thought I needed to post some random thoughts (more like observations) on a recent rest and recreation trip the wife and I took. Before I begin I need to offer a disclaimer (may I refer you to the name of the website?). I went to a casino. There, I’ve said it. I could insert the phrase “Don’t judge me!” here, but that would be pointless because some of you already have, and the rest of you may before you get to the end of the blog. But, there exists the reality that I could probably use a little judgment in my life (we all could, probably–might be what’s missing in our world today), so I won’t insert that phrase. Go ahead! Judge me! I went to a casino, and it was quite an interesting trip.

casinoThe only time I’ve been to a casino previously was when a church member invited me to a buffet for lunch. He wanted to take me to lunch. That’s where he wanted to eat (something about a military discount). I like food (my favorite food is free food), so I figured if anyone saw the pastor at a casino, at least they’d see me with a church member. I could legitimately call that a ministry opportunity. That trip was a few years ago. This most recent trip was last week.

I should also add that I’m not judging those who choose to go to casinos (hint: when someone says they’re not judging, they probably are). I’ve simply made it a practice throughout my adult life not to waste my money in THAT way. I waste it in a lot of other ways, but I figure why waste money on a losing proposition. I mean, really? Where else does a person walk in the door saying, “I’ve got $20 to lose”? I also need to add that I didn’t gamble while I was at the casino. Seriously, how good would it look if someone saw the preacher sitting at a gaming table (like what they call it?) with cards in front of him? Can you see that picture on Facebook?

So, how did we get to a casino, anyway? Well, I was invited by a couple who attends the church I pastor to officiate their wedding. It was being held in a Gulf Coast community known for its gaming opportunities. It was the week after Easter (always a good time for pastors to take a little R & R), so Vanessa and I thought we’d go down a few days early since it was a community we’d never spent time in before, and it was on the beach (the beach is my happy place). The only accommodations “on the beach” were the casinos. It wasn’t until after we arrived that we discovered “on the beach” does not mean access to the beach (that’s probably the reason the bell hop looked at us funny when we asked him to put our beach chairs on the luggage cart!). I guess management figures if they allowed access to the beach, people might spend more time on the beach, and the whole point is to keep people in the casino. Not only are the casinos the only properties “on the beach,” but they’re also the most elegant properties in town. We wanted nice accommodations “on the beach,” so we figured, let’s stay at a casino (not to mention I got bonus points on my credit card for booking through their travel site at this casino–take that Dave Ramsey!). Now you know how we ended up at a casino.gambling

Here are a few things I noticed while at the casino:

  • First, I thought I was at a Hoveround Scooter convention! I couldn’t believe how many old people were there. Everywhere I looked there were people on scooters, canes and walkers (yes, walkers). I asked one of the staff if there was an old-folks convention (I’m not making fun of old folks–I hope to be one myself someday) at this casino. He answered, “No, it’s this way all the time.” I didn’t know so many old folks went to casinos. Is this what retired people do? And, these old folks came to gamble, too. As I walked around the casino floor watching the action, most of them were pulling the one-armed bandits, but many others were sitting at the table games throwing chips at numbers and making bets. I just scratched my head, wondering “What gives?”
  • On the opposite extreme, I was struck by the number of families there. It was a spring break week, and I never, ever thought of taking my children to a casino for spring break. But, there were children everywhere…even on the casino floor. I didn’t actually see any playing the games, but there was a big arcade at the end of the “retail promenade” (nothing like getting them started early in life). Yeah, there was a nice pool, but there are nice pools in lots of places. I just scratched my head, wondering “What gives?”
  • Apparently, it’s still legal to smoke indoors in public places in this particular town. The lobby of the casino was very pleasant in its atmosphere, and there was an overwhelming scent of perfume. Once leaving the lobby, it quickly became apparent to me why. People were smoking…everywhere…the hallways, the casino floor, the restaurants, the pool, you name it. The only place I didn’t encounter anyone smoking was in the fitness facility. Now, that would have been a paradox. We were worried about packing up our dirty clothes in the suitcase. We didn’t want our suitcase to end up smelling like smoke. I just scratched my head, wondering “What gives?”
  • Take your wallet to the casino! I guess that’s the whole point, though. The only thing they gave away at the casino was air to breath (smoke-filled as it was), and water by the pool. Everything else carried a charge, and that was in addition to the $10.70/day resort fee (what is that for anyway?) that was charged in addition to the rate paid for the hotel room. Not even in-room coffee was complimentary. Really? I can get in-room coffee at Super 8 for a whole lot less money, though I’ll say nothing about the quality of the coffee I might get at Super 8. I’ve rarely spent so much money to spend three days at the beach, and we didn’t really spend a lot of time on the beach! I just scratched my head, wondering “What gives?”

As I’ve re-read what I’ve been writing, I’m wondering why I’m even writing this blog. Perhaps it is to assuage some guilt I’m feeling for having gone to a casino. I’m sure I’m not the first pastor who ever went to a casino, and I’m certain I won’t be the last. I hope when I get to the pearly gates, the Lord doesn’t ask me why I went to that casino. If he does, I’m sunk! I don’t think “because I wanted to be ‘on the beach'” will be an acceptable answer. (No! He probably won’t ask me that question.)

I find myself wondering if anyone who knew me saw me there, would my presence become a stumbling block to them in their faith, and I also wonder if my writing about it might become a stumbling block, too. Perhaps I’m over-thinking it (Vanessa says I do that), and I should just chalk it up to another experience lived. Who knows? It could even be that I’m hoping to stave off the potential problems that will arise should a picture of me surface on Facebook at some time in the future. I’ll say, “Sure, I wrote a blog about it.” Of course, I could simply say, “I was trying to experience life as my congregation experiences it.” After all, I hear my congregation members saying all the time they went to the casino. I’m just simply trying to share their faith journey. I’m almost certain if Jesus were around today, he’d probably spend time at a casino. There is a lot of brokenness in places like that, you know?

I’m sure I’ll get some negative feedback for writing this blog post. I’ll get some folks who’ll say what a bad witness it is for a pastor to be in a casino, and that I should be ashamed of myself for going to such a place. I know all the arguments against gambling, and as a pastor, should my community ever reconsider the possibility of legalized gambling (I’m sorry–gaming), I’ll stand in opposition to it. At least, now, I’ll have some frame of reference from which to legitimately speak.

There’s really no judgment or condemnation intended toward anyone who chooses to spend their time and money in a casino. If judgment or condemnation is to come, I’ll save that for the Lord to do at the appropriate time. I can honestly say now that I’ve had the experience (no, I didn’t buy the T-shirt), it’s not likely I’ll ever go back again. I’ll not say “never” because I’ve learned to never say never, but as of now, I don’t plan to return to a casino any time soon. It was an interesting experience. It was an enlightening experience. And, it was a challenging experience. If you’ve never had that experience, there’s nothing about mine that would encourage me to encourage you to go to a casino. You’ll be wasting your time and your money. But, hey! It’s your time and your money, so…I’ll just scratch my head and wonder, “What gives?”

Until next time, keep looking up…

The Malone Family Annual 2014…

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I started a “tradition” in 2003 of writing an annual letter to send to friends and family to catch them up on the happenings of the Malone family. Not that anyone cared about the happenings of the Malone family, but a letter seemed an easier (and less expensive) method of staying in touch with friends from churches we served, and with family that we rarely ever saw, than purchasing tons of cards, writing a personal note in each one, and getting them in the mail.

So, 2014 will mark the 12th letter in the series, and the web and Facebook have made connecting with friends and family old and new easier than ever before. I’m posting the annual letter on my blog, I’ll link it to Facebook, and there’ll be a link on Twitter. All that kind of makes mailing the letter seem a little archaic, but we’ll mail as many as we ever do (actually, a few more–we add a few more each year), only those we mail will be later (you’ll probably get them after Christmas–it has something to do with four funerals in a week, preparations for three Christmas Eve worship services, and the lack of color ink for the printer). So, read it now…or, wait for the print edition…or, don’t read it. The choice, as always, is yours!

The Malone Family Annual

Christmas 2014

Malone Family 2014 (2)One more year behind. It doesn’t seem quite possible that an entire year has passed since I last wrote. I must confess this has been the fastest year of my life. I’ve blinked and it’s gone. I’ve blinked and the children are bigger (grandchildren, I mean—I suppose “older” might be a better word). I’ve blinked and my hair is a little grayer (at least it turned gray and not loose).

I’m not sure how much news there is to report this year, and I’m so late writing that this is more apt to be a New Year’s update rather than a Christmas update. I’ve just been too busy to sit down and write, and when I’ve not been busy, I’ve simply been too tired. Yes, I know. “You’re a pastor. You only work one day a week!” Yes, but that one day is a killer. Takes a whole week to recover!

Where should I begin? Vanessa and I have completed another year at First UMC, Monroe. It’s been a great year, too. We still enjoy spending as much time as we can on our back porch, especially by the fire pit, and Vanessa is enjoying spending as much time as possible being grandma. She travels every Thursday to Minden to keep Josh’s three—that’s right, three—but I’ll share more about that in a moment. One thing I’ve even considered is that with Facebook, this annual letter is becoming a little obsolete. Want to know what’s happening with the Malone Family? Just log on to Facebook. We post way too much stuff on there.

So, here’s the skinny on the Malone Family for 2014. Adam is at home in West Monroe with Felicia and their two boys, Kade (15) and Kobyn (11). Both the boys are quite musical, and we hope they continue to hone those talents in the future. They are all very active at FUMC, Monroe, and that’s a blessing, too. Also, Adam is now a professional writer. He writes a regular article at www.whodatdish.com. It’s all about the New Orleans Saints, a passion he and I both enjoy, so I’ve had fun reading his musings. He continues working for Noble Drilling Corporation, and is headed for Australia (probably by the time you receive this letter).

skyler (2)Josh and Piper’s big news, of course, is the birth of their third child at the end of September. Skyler Augustus Malone was born on September 29th. Mom and Dad call him Skyler (well, everyone else, too), but Poppy prefers to call him Gus-Gus. We’ll see how long he (or they) let me get away with that. Of course, the twins (Peyton and Ryder) have already taken Skyler under their wing and are teaching him all their mischievous ways. We’ll see where that leads.

Brittney and Kelsey are living at home now. Kelsey graduated from LA Tech University (Go Dawgs—we’re now a three Dawg family) in May, is exploring permanent, long-term (at least, that’s what Dad hopes) employment options, and continues to play the keyboard for our contemporary worship service as well as for J-Force, our children’s choir. Brittney will be moving to Bossier City in January. She’s taken a new position as manager at Hooter’s in Bossier City. She’s commuting from Monroe right now (send money, please), but will have her apartment beginning January 1. We’re happy for her. It’s the job she’s wanted for a long time. We’re glad it finally came to fruition.

That about catches everyone up on the happenings of the Malone Family for 2014. Seriously, just check Facebook. You’ll learn more than you ever wanted to know. We love you all. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Until next time, keep looking up…