UPDATE: Last night I was able to pull the power supply from my older computer and then plug in the components on the new one. This appears to have solved the problem. I’ll pick up a new power supply this week and I hope that will be the end of it (and that it might solve my hard lock up issue as well.) Thanks for all the input I received here and around the web on Facebook and Twitter!
It seems like computers and I are not getting along lately. But I’d better start from the beginning…
WARNING: Non-computer geeks, feel free to turn back now.
A few months back, a friend of mine gave me some old PC components of his (case, motherboard, CPU, video card, hard drive, and power supply). They were old for him, but blew any PC I had out of the water. Continue reading
Hopefully there are members of your family that you love. Perhaps you have a close sibling or a cousin you keep in contact with. You look forward to talking with them and hanging out if you’re both in the same area. But there’s also that relative that no one likes to talk about. When the family gets together, nothing will be good enough. Something could be better, changed, or not there at all.
You know who I’m talking about: the senile grandpa, the cranky aunt, or fill in your own relative here. And yet we tolerate them and try to make the best of it because, hey, they’re family, right? So, why can’t we do that with the church?
In the book John, he refers to us as “children of God.” Since we’re all children of the same Father, that’s makes us family. Paul talks in 1 Corinthians 12 about the church being one body in Christ. I think there are few lessons the church could learn from the family.
- In the family, not everyone gets what they want. At some point, two sides will collide, and when that happens, both sides can’t get what they want. It’s an impossibility. If Jimmy wants to go to Applebee’s for dinner and Sally wants to go to HuHot, one of them will get what they want, and the other won’t (unless Mom wants to go to Chipotle, in which case they both lose). The point is, we have to compromise with each other to make things work.
- You can’t quit your family. While there are times we have those monumental fights with our family and don’t talk to each other for long stretches, that doesn’t change the fact that we’re still family. I can’t be un-born; my parents will always be my parents and my siblings will always be my siblings. I don’t get the convenience of walking away; it’s in my best interest to work it out.
- The “love them even if you don’t like them” rule applies here. Did you ever remember hearing that from your mom or a teacher growing up? The problem as a kid was, no one explained what that was supposed to mean. Do I just say, “I love you, but I don’t like you”, or did you just try to fill in a check box called “Love” in your head? Now that I’m older, I have this (honestly kind of scary) thought on how it works. It’s like love in a marriage: you have to put the other person’s needs ahead of yours. So we have to do music I don’t like on Sunday because it meets someone else’s needs? Yep!
And this is where the rubber really meets the road. “They will know we are Christians by our love” the hymn says. But what does it look like if we can’t even live that out to each other. Anyone can take care of and live with someone they like. It’s how you interact with those that get under your skin that shows a deeper level of who you are.
As members of a church (and the Church), are we ready to put our needs behind us and instead care for those around us? Can we stop nagging and arguing, put aside our differences, and be part of a community that truly demonstrates what love is? Or are we going to be just like every other family that starts Thanksgiving dinner with a prayer and ends it with shouting matches and slammed doors?
It was easier to make friends in school. You spend all day with someone and find the people who have common interests. Childhood friendships are simple at their base. But now, I’m grown and other than my family and my co-workers, there aren’t a lot of people I’m crammed into the same room with for a majority of my waking hours. What makes a true friend and a true friendship? How do you build one? Continue reading
I’ve been working my way through a Couch to 5k program his year. It’s been a challenge in many ways, but it has also been rewarding in others. Just last week, I jogged for 20 minutes straight. I never thought I’d do that.
But I’m still not sure if it’s me. A little over a week ago, I was talking with a friend about it, and she asked, “So are you a runner?” The thing is, I have no idea.
If being a runner is merely defined as someone who runs, then I’m guilty as charged. I spend 3 mornings a week on a treadmill. But I feel like taking on a label implies a desire. And I don’t necessarily think I have that kind of drive.
I want to complete the program. I’d love to run a 5k for that sense of accomplishment and ability to say I’ve done it. But beyond that? I don’t feel consumed by this burning desire to run.
Maybe by the time I finish the program that will change. Perhaps I will be transformed. But if not, I won’t lose sleep over it. I’ll just continue on my search to find a way to stay fit and have fun doing it.
How do you stay fit? Do you enjoy it?
It’s unfortunate that schedules and circumstances don’t fall right in line with life transformation.
I’ve been working on a few projects this year in an attempt to become a better me, reorganizing my priorities and using my time more wisely. I’m trying to work out and blog more, among other things.
I’ve tried to set up a regular schedule: run on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays, spend time drafting blog posts. I haven’t followed that schedule since, well, ever. This week was particularly bad.
We were hit by what I called “Snowmageddon 2011” earlier this week in the Midwest. Tuesday morning and Wednesday morning and evening all involved the driveway and sidewalk needing to be cleared. Combine that with the fact that my snowblower is still in need of repairs and my mornings were shot for most of the week. So was my back.
I’m hoping that next week, I might have a chance at a normal week. But then again what’s that? I think the lesson to be learned here is that the path to self-improvement and discipline means sticking to the plan even when the schedule gets a little off. Either that or snow stinks. Take your pick.