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Prosper

working_man_33927_guild_thumb.jpgOver the last couple of weeks I have been travelling around the Netherlands as the company I work for has begun to communicate a new strategy for the business.  As I have talked about the strategy and taken questions I have been able to talk about my own values as a business leader. 

In the past I have been very fortunate to have as mentors Christian men who were able to keep their faith and work very closely linked together.  One, in particular, I remember affected the way I think about this by talking of his own profession (as an economist) as a way of maximising the usefulness of the many good things God gives us.  You might argue with him, but the good news is that he had a real profound sense that what we do here in life matters.  It really matters.  So, if you will indulge me, I want to write a few thoughts on business leadership and try to put it in the context of my Christian faith.

Most importantly, for me at least, Christians should be happy with the notion of success and prosperity.  Success and prsperity here is not in the sense of MTV “Cribs” where success equals excess.  Instead it is a sense of subduing the earth to make it yield what is best for humankind.  In the early chapters of Genesis mankind are told to “go forth and multiply” and to “subdue the earth”.  I take it that this is our human calling and therefore Cristian calling.  That is, to subdue the earth and have it yield up good things for humankind, recreating a garden of Eden, where all things work together for the benefit of humankind. 

In business, at a fundamental level, this is what the leader does every day.  She tackles the complexity of the human society we live in and, if you like, forces it to yield up wealth.  Wealth which is then used for the benefit of humankind.  I am going to talk about wealth - the money part - in the next post.  But, for the moment, lets keep thinking of this notion of prosperity in the sense of what is created when good businesses are successful. 

When businesses are successful they provide enormous benefits to society.  By creating work for others businesses supply one of the fundamental pillars of meaning in life, meaningful work.  Today, in the Netherlands there is much consternation over the thought of raising the pension age to 67 for men.  To read the debate (my Dutch is getting better!) it would certainly seem that there is certainly some echo of Holland’s Christian past as so many talk about ways in which Adam - who was cursed with trouble in his work - would have found familiar.  But, in reality, work is a good thing. In the Bible it is there before the fall in Eden where both Adam and Eve tended their home and garden.  So, work is good thing, ordained by God even.  And to help provide it and make it fullfilling is a Christian calling worthy of celebration.  Therefore, as a Christian, helping to provide work to others I see as a deeply meaningful calling I take just as seriously as I would any calling to be a priest or minister. 

And, of course, all this hard work is rewarded.  In the next few days I will continue the post talking about how work brings wealth in the monetary sense and how that too is a great social good and the fulfillment of a Christian mission.

Inspired

vienna.jpgI have been very busy at work and dont have time to turn around and do a lot of reflection about anything.  But some things have broken through the fog of busy work to inspire me.

The first is my friend Frank Hart’s thoughts on Christian worship.  I am glad that I know Frank and glad that I have been under his care as he has led us in worship at Crosspoint the last couple of years or so.  As he now thinks about how to deepen the Christian life of our people I am inspired by how he creates a whole world of faith where each parts links with another and unfolds the mystery of our relationship with the one true God.  Solo Deo Gloria!

There is probably no connection from Christian worship to the following and yet I am not so sure.  http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/2009/09/the-150-space-camera-mit-students-beat-nasa-on-beer-money-budget/  Here is the awe-inspiring pictures taken from the edge of space for less than many of spend on a round of golf, six golf balls and two cold beers at the turn.  There is a theme that runs through my posts that the observant notice.  It is something along the lines of I, for one, cannot imagine how the sheer creativity of human beings is the result of a infinitesimally small chance happening in a pool of single cells millions of years ago.  No way.

There is definitely no connection between all of what I have said up till now and the uniquely BBC television program “The Choir”.  The past few weeks I have started to appreciate the BBC again.  It definitely makes programs that no other organization would make.  Sometimes that means they make opinionated drivel that makes you want to kick the TV set.  Other times however what seems like a ridiculous reality TV show turns up something moving, inspiring and uplifting.  http://www.garethmalone.com/index.php  The presenter of “The Choir” Gareth Malone has now done several series where he takes a local group of people and turns them into some form of choral singing group.  In the latest series a group from an UK housing project are taught to sing a part of a classical requiem.  http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b008y125  It is a shame you cant see this outside the UK because when reality TV seems uniformly focused on dragging us down to the lowest common denominator here is a fascinating piece of reality TV that seems to affirm the biblical concept that we are “one body” and built for something greater than our own appetites. 

In Holland we are looking to settle in a new church and try to find a way to serve here in our new adopted country.  The girls are riding their bike to school, my Dutch is improving, and Karen is now in Dutch lessons three days a week.  Come see us in Leiden, Crosspoint friends can expect a warm welcome. 

Moving On

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Over the summer school breaks out and life moves from the regular rhythm of learning into holiday mode.  For my kids this has meant summer classes, a trip to Grandma’s in Scotland, visiting their new home in the Netherlands, and a short vacation in Vienna.  A pretty normal summer for us - which makes us a strange family - but on the other hand it all seems normal to us and I spent half my time this summer trying to entertain my kids because they were “bored”. 

But, on the other hand, this is not a normal summer.  We have had the usual complaints of boredom from our youngest who doesn’t like being away from the discipline of learning and school.  Weird kid.  Yet, in the back of her mind, she knows that a new school is coming and that will present its own challenges.  With my sixteen year old the challenge of a new school is not lodged in some recess of the mind but is front and centre.  As she puts it, “It will be a nightmare”. 

As parents we know a couple of things they don’t yet.  First, we know that we will be there for them.  The reality of fanmily is that it is often taken for granted.  And, second, we know that God goes ahead of us preparing our way and making for us a home and a church family.  Already there are friends waiting for my children and a home which honors God to support them.  Our faith tells us that in every city in the world there are those who are faithful.  In these early years the girls do not know these certainties but they will see the power of them in the future. 

It is a different matter for my son who heads off to college.  As we move in the direction of Europe he will stay in the US and attend engineering school.  This distance scares the parents and excites the child.  We want our son to stay in the world of parental certainties longer but he knows that the time for that is over.  And we know it too even if it makes it no easier to let him go.

When my son reaches college he will be faced with some pretty big choices.  Is he ready?  I am certain he is not - he is certain that he is.  I am biased and so is he.  Yet the truth will come out soon and as I let him go I have only the promises of his baptism to reassure me (because his dress sense and taste in music surely does not).  At baptism we gave up our son to God and claimed His covenant promise that he had called my son by name and that forever he would be in his care.  As my son starts engineering school I have never in my life clung more closely to that promise.  Anyone who has ever parented a teenager knows that depending on their choices is a fools errand.  Which leaves me clinging to the promise of God which, probably, is where I should have been all along.

Father’s Day

father-and-son.jpg“Our father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name”.

Getting older brings many things into view.  One thing that becomes ever clearer is the debt I owe to my father.  He taught me the virtue of hard work and also how to lead and manage people.  When I think of how I do my job today a lot of it comes from watching my dad work his gang as a builder’s ganger.  I am lucky to have a job where I manage people but how I manage them comes down to my dad’s way of getting the best out of people even if the people themselves are pretty different. 

Like me, it is inevitable if you are a father you have some model of what a father should be like.  It will definitely be shaped by your own experience but also have a few features of fathers you have seen in action, perhaps only in movies or in books.  All in all though you have a picture of a father that you aim at.  You might be patient and wise like the father in “Little House on the Prairie”, or goofy like Homer Simpson, or detached but loving like father Bennett in “Pride and Prejudice”.  Either way there is something there that tells you what being a father is like.

So, when we call God our Father are we doing the same thing?  Of course people have asked that question in the past and, for secular people, the answer has pretty much been universally, yes, this is exactly what we are doing.  When we call God “Father” there are those who contend that we are simply projecting all our earthly prejudices (good or bad) into the heavens.  Are we? 

Christians have taken a different tack on this.  What Christians believe is that this process works the other way round.  God reveals himself to us as “Father” and we then shape our earthly fatherhood to reflect his divine guidance.  God is not leader, teacher, friend, brother, wisdom, at least not for Christians.  He is “Father”.  The bible shapes and moulds this basic assertion, this revealed piece of information, and helps it to take on 3 dimensions.  Then we come along in our role as a father to our children and try to reflect this biblical fatherhood in a way that shows God to our children (and to others).  In this sense we are message carriers not message projectors. 

What does this mean for fathers day?  Perhaps, it should help us think about what it means to be a father.  There is one sense where, for Christians, the role of father is not only about the relationship we have with our children.  It is also about carrying the character of God (ok, not a perfect metaphor) out into the world.  Being a father then is a missionary work always to your children but also to the world.  Christians contend where there are no fathers there is chaos - a fact which is being confirmed more every day as society plays down the importance of the role of father.  This fact is true not only because father help to socialise boys but also because fathers help to shape our understanding of God correctly.  when we don’t see God right bad things happen.

Happy Fathers Day to those, like me, who are fathers.  Being a father is a difficult, difficult, thing to do and a mighty responsibility.  It is also a work of God.  We should all pray that we are successful in our role as God’s missionaries to children and the world.

In your own tongue

supreme-court.jpgToday is Pentecost Sunday, the birthday of the church.  Although the church was born in Jerusalem and was in the earliest days pretty much a Jewish sect God’s actions at Pentecost show clearly where He was leading his church. 

5Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. 6When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard them speaking in his own language. 7Utterly amazed, they asked: “Are not all these men who are speaking Galileans? 8Then how is it that each of us hears them in his own native language? 9Parthians, Medes and Elamites; residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, 10Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near Cyrene; visitors from Rome 11 (both Jews and converts to Judaism); Cretans and Arabs-we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues!” 12Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, “What does this mean?”

There are times when you read the bible when you read a question like that and you just want to slap the guy.  Dude, how stupid are you if you cant get the point of God talking to everyone in their own language.  The point is - the door is open to everyone. 

So it was on Pentecost Sunday I find myself in church sitting next to a Nigerian family and worshipping alongside Indians, Tamils, Indonesians, Americans, other Africans, Dutch, several English, and another Scot.   We sang songs that we all knew, read from familiar scriptures, and said the Lord’s prayer.  When we greeted each other there were the immediate differences (Nigerians dress well to go to church, often in bright traditional robes, a colorful spectacle) but there was also the peace that comes from shaking the hand of a man you have never met yet somehow you know.  That is what it means to be a Christian, it means knowing the essence of another human being and knowing that human essence is grounded in being a created child of God our Father. 

This week President Obama nominated Sonia Sotomayor as his choice for the supreme court of the United States.  Much of the talk centered around a quote made by Judge Sotomayor some time ago about the richness of the experience of a Latino woman when compared with others.  There is no doubt a story to tell in that woman’s journey.  Justice Thomas has a similar story and it is eloquently told in his biography “My Grandfather’s Son”.  These are two great American stories but to emphasise them goes against the notion that God teaches us at Pentecost and I think ultimately makes for a poor supreme court justice. 

Pentecost was a time when God got to the heart of the matter and overcame our individual stories and dealt with us in essence.  God said, I don’t care if you are Cretan or and Arab, I am going to deal with you just the same way.  I will demand of you the same and the rewards of heaven will be open to all too. 

I can’t help thinking that bringing our differences to the centre and making them the definition of our humanity makes for bad law and poor judges.  Better instead to behave like God at Pentecost and demand the same from all and let all have access to the riches of grace. 

The Real Notebook

notebook.jpgIt was at the apex of my teenage narcissism that I sat before my mother and father and confessed the latest and greatest disaster of my adolescence.  I knew this one was different though.  There would be no talking my way out of this problem, indeed, my mother and father and even the rest of my family would this time be effected by my choices.  It was going to be bad.

My dad was a big guy and a tough guy and as he silently came to the boil I remember my mother saying to him, “Tom, he needs our forgiveness”.  I was stunned, but it was the moment in which I grew up.  My mother’s forgiveness changed the course of my life and since that moment I have tried to pay the two of them back by trying to be someone they could be proud of and glad they had forgiven.  Strange that I had experienced the power of forgiveness before I understood why it was so powerful.  It would take a few years and a Christian conversion to work that out.

Today, my mother has Alzheimer’s disease.  If you have watched the movie “The Notebook” you have seen the romantic version of the story.  In the movie a great love story is retold and in the telling a woman is released from the prison of her mind to remember her husband and family.  It is cruel to see the movie end with mother retreating back into the world of dementia not knowing who is in the room or what that story is about.  Gena Rowlands played the mother in the movie and did justice to dilemma of families affected by the disease.  The real notebook though is different.  My mother waits in a hospital ward with other older women waiting for a place in a care home for those who have the disease.  It is a sad Victorian hospital that has seen better days.

I never had a close relationship to my mother.  In fact, I often had the thought she was more than slightly mad.  I am ashamed of that thought today.  Dad worked of course, and being paid by the hour, he worked every hour he could (especially time and a half for Saturdays and double time for Sundays).  Mum looked after the house.  In that house - one bathroom and about 2o00 square ft. - lived ten people.  My grandfather, my older sister and her two kids (married at sixteen and home again by nineteen), my younger brother, two younger sisters, and mum and dad.  That, I suppose, is the reason why my mum was slightly mad.  I don’t remember her smiling much and don’t really remember her having fun.  Always cleaning and cooking and doing “piece work” to help make money for the family.  What does live with me though is the memory of my mum and dad taking a mattress out and laying it on the floor of our family room to make their bed up each night.  There was just not enough room. 

Today, lying in the hospital bed, my mother knows who I am but doesn’t remember my children.  Or that I am married.  She asked my brother once, “How is your mother?”.  My father visits every day and chats with my mother whether she recognises him or not.  There is no notebook to read and no magic to make her return to who she once was.  And yet “The Notebook” isn’t completely off the mark.  For on occasion the disease shows the relationship that was once there between mum and dad.  My own formative years were at a time that was full of struggle for my parents as they tried to just make ends meet - I can hardly remember them having fun together.  But mum now occasionally seems to regress to a time when it was just her and Tom and sometimes, just sometimes, you see in her eyes the love they had together 50 years ago. 

 When I write this blog I sometimes wonder, what’s the point.  But seeing my mother in the grips of this disease has made me realise that even the most trivial things in life can be glorious and significant.  Take away the power to know your spouse or your son or your grandchildren and what is left?  Not much.  Thinking again about my mother also has made me realise that parenting can all boil down to a moment’s decision.  That’s an unforgiving test which my mum passed but I fear I will not.  Who knows when that moment will come and if so, will I be ready?  Are you ready?