Month: July 2009

  • Grief is Complicated

    I’m saddened by the way we treat death and grief in our culture. We’re so production oriented that we’ve established generations worth of traditions surrounding how we handle every monumental stage of life: births, birthdays, anniversaries, and deaths.

    Example: people freak out if a woman breastfeeds her baby for more than 6-9 months because it’s now a cultural norm to stop by that time. But the sad truth is that babies don’t actually need to stop breastfeeding that early. BUT it’s more convenient for the mother to stop hassling with it and it generates more profit for baby food companies for moms to stop early, so it became encouraged for decades until it became accepted as the norm.

    Same with death and grieving. In other cultures, people verbally mourn and wail. They dress in sackcloth and wear dust on their heads to express their deep sorrow. Loss is something we cannot quantify. Grief is an experience that we dare not sweep under the rug because it’s inconvenient to our profit-bearing lives. Contrary to popular belief, work does NOT get you through grief. It merely supresses grief. Any emotions suppressed have consequences. It’s literally like refusing to release pressure that builds on the inside. Without an outlet, we risk our bodies and minds when we bury and ignore our feelings.

    Every month now, I hear a news story about how some negative emotion or suppressed issue leads to cancer, migraines, ulcers, high blood pressure, heart strain, and so on. It’s basic logic, but we seem to fight against acknowledging simple truths. The simple truth is this: we as people are designed to need to process emotions in order to maintain health and happiness. Suppressed feelings are pressures and strains that we absorb into our bodies and minds like traumas.

    But as the title says, grief is complicated. It’s not something you can process in just one day at a memorial service. It’s not something that won’t affect your focus, your stability, your appetite, and your interest in intimate relationships.

    Put in my own words, grief is the process of experiencing loss as something is ripped from my life against my will. There are many phases or emotions that accompany grief. There is injustice, sadness, denial, confusion, anger, pride, and so on. Grief feels overwhelming. It’s one of those experiences that tempts us to retreat within ourselves and hide rather than face the pain without comfort.

    I know all this because A) I’m an introspective person and B) I’m grieving right now over the loss of my grandpa. I keep picturing one of my recent conversations with him and then I tell myself that this will never happen again in this life. And the concept is so overwhelming that my mind feels like it’s going to cave in and implode from the pressure of reality.

    Thank God for my wife, who senses my grief and comes close to me to offer her non-verbal show of love and support. Her sincere concern is a small comfort to me during this time. One of the greatest gifts we can have is loving support. We will all grieve, but thank God when we don’t have to grieve alone.


  • I Want to Be God’s Friend, But

    It’s hard to believe that that’s what He really wants. This book I’ve been reading by Bill Johnson is threatening to revolutionize how I read Scripture. It’s sad, but I still read most parts of Scripture through the lens of what other people believe. “God’s love” really means (to me) that God puts up with me even though I’m annoying and constantly disappointing. Where did I learn that? It’s not in Scripture. But it’s what I hear in my head when I read of God’s love. Someone somewhere influenced me to believe that.

    I know this is true because it’s the people who live a particular Scriptural truth that now influence the way I understand God. Someone walks in a deeper understanding of grace will influence me to understand what Scripture means about grace. Witnessing was always a scary proposition because I had to go up to someone I didn’t know and attempt to tell them that I know better than they what they need. And once I let the cat out of the bag that I’m a Christian, they’d just knowingly nod in that “now I know exactly what’s wrong with you” kind of way and they feel justified walking away. After all, a Christian who witnesses is really just an overbearing, judgmental prick, right?

    I think it all began with the Spread the Fire Conference held at the DFW International Airport Hyatt Hotel back in 1998 (give or take a year). I heard two people speak who challenged the way I see God: Joseph Garlington and Mike Bickle. Joseph was just plain funny and interesting. I was enraptured by the way he depicted God as a Papa who loves to bounce his kids on his knee and blow on their bellies. The expression of love and joy caught me off guard.

    Then there was Mike Bickle. He talked of romance. Of the beloved. Of the Bride. Of this divine romance between the Son of God and us. Something in the way he went on and on about the beauty and majesty of God hooked into my brain and refused to let go. This was something ENTIRELY NEW. Romance? With God? Love like a sonnet? Love that REALLY motivates me? Passion for a person that I can REALLY know in this life? Do what?

    Along the way there was John Paul Jackson. He wasn’t the same as Bickle, but he brought another piece of the puzzle. John Paul was enthralled by the glory and the mysteries of God. He would speak of the “more than we can ask, think, or imagine” in such a way as to inspire me to dream again of things that seem impossible. He also began for me the process of seeing prophecy as something we should all earnestly desire to use.

    Then a few years went by. The words of these few men haunted me, as I continued my lackluster existence into college. Then one day, some years later, there was Gary Wiens. I have no idea where I heard him speak, but he was in love. Like Mike Bickle, he talked of being ravished with love for the Son of God. It was such a new concept to me, but it struck a deep, primal chord. That feeling you get when somebody says something you know applies to your life but you don’t know how you know or why or what to do with it.

    Of course, then I read Wiens’ book, Come to Papa, which just totally threatened to unravel my understanding of Jesus. When I read of the prodigal son and God’s fatherly love, I felt a quickening and an excitement that told me I was on the right path.

    And then there is Jack Deere. His book, Surprised by the Voice of God spoke volumes into my young Christian life back in 1997-98. It was a pivotal point in my young faith because it helped me to understand how a man approaches things he doesn’t understand but that appear in the Word of God.

    Little did I know that I’d be a member of Jack Deere’s church some ten years later and listening to him revolutionize my understanding of friendship with God. When I hear about how Jack tell of his love for his friends and of his sheer enjoyment of their presence, I glimpse a truth that still makes me wince because it talks of a possible reality I desperately wish to be true but have yet to experience.

    And now there is this book by Bill Johnson called The Supernatural Ways of Royalty. In this book, Johnson whets my appetite for friendship with God yet again. Not some friendship that is summarized by the daily duties I perform. But friendship that comes from a Supreme Being who happens to want to know my opinion on things. He actually wants to consult with me. He wants me to love Him deeply and treasure His friendship, and then He wants to give me things according to my will. Not just His will.

    My mind is still rushing to catch up to all of it. I’m not painting the picture fully, so don’t brush it aside until you’ve read the book. I’m just showing part of the progression that’s led me from salvation in 1996 to my quest for friendship with the Son of God in 2009. I don’t want to talk about friendship and REALLY be talking about my half hour Bible study. I don’t want to refer to “prayer” as my relationship either. Prayer is such a dated and irrelevant word to me. It makes conversation with God something “other” than just conversation. Prayer, to me, is one-sided. It’s a petition. It’s supplication. Whatever.

    I want to be like Abraham, Moses, and David. I want Jesus to talk to me like a friend. I want Him to ask me what I like. I want Him to share with me what HE enjoys about His own creation. I want to hear His burden for the lost. I want to walk with him like Enoch did. I want Him to confide in me because He trusts me.

    I want it all. I’m not willing to pummel myself in false humility while I pretend to be nothing special. God made me for greatness, and He made me to be His friend. That’s what I hope. That’s what I’m starting to believe. That’s what I need to see grow into a vibrant, larger than life reality.

    That is what I wish for, Father. I want to be Your friend. But I need help getting from here to there. Renew my mind so that I can understand who I am in Christ, so that I may approach You, address You, and listen to You more freely than I do right now.


  • The Beginning of the Prophetic Blog

    I’m not going to pretend to be a whiz at this. It is what it is. Some days are huge successes. Some are total failures. Some probably don’t even count (or shouldn’t). Stay tuned for stories of my experiences living the prophetic life.

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  • The First Stage Of Loss

    First, I feel relief. He feels no more pain. He’s no longer embarrassed by his need for assistance. He is free. He is alive. Just not here. I feel relief, acutely aware of the lack of sorrow or pain in my own soul. But suspecting all the same that my time will come. My time to grieve. To gush. To weep. Not from anger, regret, or the sense of injustice. But from the inescapable permanence that is separation from him. As long as I live, I will never see him again. Never hear his voice.

    And later, perhaps an hour, it comes. The immutable laws of God flex their hallowed muscles upon my consciousness. I bow to the weight of that which cannot be changed. I feel the invisible storm cloud of tears welling up on the inside before they have manifested. The pressure. The moment of explosion when release comes and my body sighs in relief as my shoulders heave and sag to the rhythm of my sobs.

    This sorrow is both a hurt and a joy, in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. The hurt is from the sudden awareness of his absence. The joy from the sudden experience of something I cannot manipulate or control. I feel the confirmation of that belief that children appreciate boundaries. I have just encountered a boundary I cannot surmount, and there is a pleasure and a relief accompanying this realization. Life is really real. Death is really real. It’s not an option. It’s not a suggestion.

    Through it all, there is still a peace that rests on me as I start to grieve. I know he knew Jesus. I know he is fine. I am spared the grief that comes when one’s destination is uncertain or hopeless. And even as we honor a life fully lived, we look forward in the same breath to new life and new generations to come.


  • A Proverb on Self-Promotion

    This is the age of self-promotion. Blogs, Twitter, LinkedIn, communities, conferences. All for the sake of promoting one’s expertise. A trend I’ve noticed is the super popular blogger / tweeter with thousands of readers and followers, yet they can’t afford a car or a home.

    Their level of influence is inflated beyond their success. Some of us prefer popularity and fame that we pursue it to the detriment of other areas of our lives. Proverbs addresses this very issue.

    Better to be a nobody and yet have a servant
    than pretend to be somebody and have no food.

    I know some people who have become financially successful without much self-promotion. They’re not demanding anyone pay attention to hear them speak or read their blog. They just work hard, deliver top quality results, and let others recommend them based on the quality of their work.

    In essence, we’ve squandered our time and efforts if we’ve become “somebody” in the eyes of the public and our fame is built on a flimsy foundation. Talking the talk can float some of us by for years… maybe a lifetime. But there is more to life than fame.

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    In all fairness, I think I should point out that some people chose self-promotion via blogs, forums, conferences, and such because they are not cold calling salespeople. Some of us feel comfortable selling our services to prospects only after they’ve decided we are authorities in our industry.

    Though it’s easy to judge, I actively choose not to because I can’t discern who is involved in passive selling and who is only interested in becoming famous. The best we can do is to ask the Holy Spirit to examine ourselves and show us where He’d like to bring truth and transformation.


  • A Proverb on Self-Promotion

    This is the age of self-promotion. Blogs, Twitter, LinkedIn, communities, conferences. All for the sake of promoting one’s expertise. A trend I’ve noticed is the super popular blogger / tweeter with thousands of readers and followers, yet they can’t afford a car or a home.

    Their level of influence is inflated beyond their success. Some of us prefer popularity and fame that we pursue it to the detriment of other areas of our lives. Proverbs addresses this very issue.

    Better to be a nobody and yet have a servant
    than pretend to be somebody and have no food.

    I know some people who have become financially successful without much self-promotion. They’re not demanding anyone pay attention to hear them speak or read their blog. They just work hard, deliver top quality results, and let others recommend them based on the quality of their work.

    In essence, we’ve squandered our time and efforts if we’ve become “somebody” in the eyes of the public and our fame is built on a flimsy foundation. Talking the talk can float some of us by for years… maybe a lifetime. But there is more to life than fame.

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    In all fairness, I think I should point out that some people chose self-promotion via blogs, forums, conferences, and such because they are not cold calling salespeople. Some of us feel comfortable selling our services to prospects only after they’ve decided we are authorities in our industry.

    Though it’s easy to judge, I actively choose not to because I can’t discern who is involved in passive selling and who is only interested in becoming famous. The best we can do is to ask the Holy Spirit to examine ourselves and show us where He’d like to bring truth and transformation.


  • ORM Approaches the Tipping Point

    Give credit where credit is due. Facebook reached 250 million users. Twitter is the fastest growing social media network. Nearly a million blog posts are published each day. We’re on the cusp of it now. Communication has really transitioned to a Web / Text based enterprise.

    Steve Nash to announce the signing of his new NBA contract on Twitter. Oprah, Ellen, Ashton Kutcher, and ESPN all promote Twitter to the masses. CNN teams up with Facebook to provide live chat during major events. It’s happening right now. The majority is adjusting to instant spontaneous expression. And the ORM flood tide is about to roll in.

    I’ve been awaiting this season since 2005, when I bought up a handful of domains related to online reputation management with the expectation of turning my Web marketing business into an exclusive reputation monitoring, management, and consulting service.

    How Will We Recognize the Tipping Point?

    A few things have to happen first. As you observe each step you’ll know we’re “that much” closer.

    Phase 1: When the average person feels more comfortable sharing their opinions online than offline, you know we’ve reached critical mass. It’s only a matter of time.

    Phase 2: Once people feel more comfortable searching out opinions online than asking around offline, the level of influence each online opinion holds trends up drastically.

    Phase 3: When people spread opinions, rumors, and gossip found online without verifying accuracy, the iron is white hot.

    Phase 4: Any and every possible comment will be shared, read, and spread about brands, products and services, and each company will either be prepared to address them as they are posted across the Web or they will be caught unaware and suffer the damage caused to their reputation, which inevitably leads to an erosion of consumer/investor confidence.

    Phase 5: Online reputation monitoring, building, and repair services will have to ramp up their staffing to handle the volume of clients and mentions online.

    Some would argue that we’ve already reached Phase 3. I see phases 1-3 still rising. But the tipping point is near. Most companies should already be engaged with ORM services to protect and expand their influence. But even the latecomers will hop on board soon enough.


  • That Wasn’t Poetry

    It’s ironic that my username is DanielthePoet. I’ve never really been a poet. A self-absorbed writer of prose, perhaps. But never a poet. Back when I attempted to write poetry, I bought up books of poetry whenever possible. I read poets like Mark Strand, Pablo Neruda, Lord Byron, John Keats, W.H. Auden, and Denise Levertov.

    I immediately noticed a stark contrast between this published poetry and my own. The difference was subject matter. Mine was always about me. In my defense, it WAS college and the stereotype says that the world revolves around us during that time. Still, my foray into the creative arts was more therapeutic introspection and daydreaming than poetic description.

    I couldn’t bring myself to describe a flower. Or the sunset. Or the rain. Or a smiling child. Or any of a hundred other poetic possibilities. They held no interest, for I saw no beauty in them. I was intent on capturing what I needed most: to find a safe place to call home and to find performance-free love.

    I will soon turn 32. On occasion, I ask myself whether I should attempt to write poetry again. But I’ve lost my muse. The angst is gone. I have found a home and a family. I am not a vagrant any longer. I know no other reason for writing poetry.


  • Pursuing What God Made Me For

    If it seems like I own too many websites, it’s because I do. If it seems like I don’t update them often enough, it’s because I don’t. This site isn’t really a blog. It’s more of a home base, from which you can venture out into the world to see what I’m up to.

    If you look to the right and the left, you’ll see links to websites I either own or contribute to. Feel free to catch up on the latest articles or delve deep into the archives. For now, this site will remain largely untouched, because it is the hub from which all the spokes point, and, well, because I haven’t decided what to do with it yet.

    I have found that in life, it’s not a question of whether I have an option. It’s a question of which option to choose.