Getting Older at Christmas

I love the Christmas season, but I really wish I could still feel the way I did when I awoke that Christmas Day to a new Nintendo (the original system). There's a magic surrounding a child during Christmas that is hard to explain. 

Third Day's song, "Christmas Like A Child," does a great job of describing this. "I want to feel Christmas, how it used to be / With all of its wonder, falling on me. This season has felt so empty, oh for quite a while / I want to feel Christmas, like a child."

I'm not saying I've lost all excitement; but it changes as you get older. If you're past the age of 15, you know that.

As you get older, you start to focus on more important things, like actually spending time with your family, and helping others, during the holidays.

I love my dad, always have, always will. But, especially as I'm about to be a dad, I find myself wanting to sit and talk with him, and not be so ready to rush off to the next thing.

Visiting grandparents should be high on everyone's priority list. (If you really want to know why you are the way you are, go sit and talk with them; and do it before it's too late).

Presents matter, but at the same time, they don't. I posted a video a few weeks ago called "Advent Conspiracy." The video reveals that Americans spend $450 billion on Christmas gifts, annually. The estimated cost to make clean water available to everyone in the world, is $10 billion.

Maybe getting older at Christmas brings you closer to reality.

Maybe it makes you think about what really matters in life: not you, but others.

Enjoy the Season; Remember What Matters

The most wonderful time of the year is here. However, please remember this often proves to be the worst time of the year for many.

Love those around you; all of them. Spend time with family and friends, on purpose.

Take time to remember what started this whole time of year, the birth of our savior. It has become commercialized to the max, which is fine. But, keep in mind why the insanity started.

Merry Christmas to all.

And to all, good night.

Sarah is Pregnant

In case you're just coming across our blog, Sarah is pregnant. Baby Clore is due around May 23, 2009. Sarah is at 18 weeks. It's a very exciting time in our world...

Quite A Saturday

*The original purpose of this blog was to serve as a chronicling of Sarah's pregnancy, the arrival of our first precious creation, and to allow those that cared about such matters with a way of staying updated. Although a Pulitzer-Prize in Journalism would be highly appreciated, we fully recognize that it will not be won from posts such as the following. And we don't really care.

Yesterday was a big day. We had a feeling that may have been the case. 

It started off with paying off Baby Clore's baby-room furniture, from layaway. Now we just have to figure out how to go pick it up.

Then it was time to begin the new-car search. We had been putting this off for months, but we could no longer wait. If you currently own a Mitsubishi, Godspeed. If you don't, don't ever buy one. We were at that point where the cost of repairs had exceeded the trade-in value by (approximately) astronomical measures. 

We had done some Internet research and had a solid idea of what we were looking for.

Expecting to spend half the day with sleazy car sales-people, we were pleasantly surprised to get a good guy.

We are now the proud owners of a Honda Passport. The purchasing-process only took 5 hours. But it's cool. It was worth it.

Christmas dinner and cupcakes followed.

All-in-all, a stellar pre-Christmas Saturday.

Little Clore Update

There really is a Baby Clore on its way to see us. I saw it moving around today on the ultrasound screen. I could see its spine, ribs, arms, legs, head....and could barely fathom what I was watching.

Absolutely remarkable. 

Below is our latest image. That's the head on the far right, with a little belly sticking up in the middle. 

This life has begun.

Don't Let the Music Stop Ya

I live in Music City. I work in the industry that gives this place its name. I went to a college full of musical know-it-all's (at least we thought we did). I spent a couple of years being a jerk, thinking I knew all that was cool and hip about music. Fortunately, I was snapped out of that mindset (before spending too many years in misery).

My friend (we'll call him Jacob, not his real name) has every reason to be a musical-snob. He has a master's degree in piano performance and has worked on some pretty prominent albums. I used to see him during church service singing his heart out. No matter how "crappy/silly" I thought the "shallow" song was, he was completely and utterly into it. Then I learned he had had a near-death disease some years earlier. Then it all made sense. That was the beginning of the end of me being a self-proclaimed "music expert." 

From then on, I started to support artists and songs that before would have been worthless in my mind. I started to encourage pride in my friend's musical interests. Here's proof that I'm not kidding, and I don't even care what you think. I love Meat Loaf. Not the food (I'm a vegetarian). The singer! There's a song on Bat Out of Hell II called "It Just Won't Quit." I can't quit playing that one, and many others. He's sold 60 million albums. I have umpteen friends that would give their left foot for a tenth of that kind of sales success.

I'm getting way off point. 

Music nearly kept me from a church-home. A couple of years ago, I started looking for a new church to call my own. Whether I realized it or not, the church's musical style and content during the service was still weighing me down. I'm so excited to share that my beautiful bride and I have found a church-home, and we are so excited to be part of a much bigger family. I was reminded of just how NOT-important some aspects of church are, after reading the following two items.

My buddy (I never actually knew him) Rich Mullins, helps to bring the point home beautifully. This is from the book, An Arrow Pointing To Heaven, by James Bryan Smith (Broadman & Holman, 2000)....

"Most of us choose a church based on the quality of its service, but for Rich, the most important ingredient was not the dynamism of the leaders but the devotion of the people. Eric Hauck recalls being with Rich in a worship service held in a barn only a few days before Rich died. 'Some friends wanted to have a gathering for praising God. They encouraged everyone who had an instrument to bring it and play.' Eric recalls that because they were not professional musicians, the music sounded awful. Even those who led the singing sang out of tune.

Someone asked Eric and Rich to lead the group for the rest of the evening. Rich went up to the microphone and said, 'I love to be in the church. I love to listen to people sing and play with their hearts. In my profession we worry a lot about being in tune and sounding good. But this music is the music that is the most pleasing to God because it is so real, and it comes from the hearts of the children of God.'

Eric concludes, 'As he said this, he got choked up. It was the last time I saw Rich cry'."

And, to seal the deal in (at least) my own heart, here's a quote from C.S. Lewis.

"When I first became a Christian, about fourteen years ago, I thought that I could do it on my own, by retiring to my room and reading theology, and I wouldn't go to churches and Gospel Halls;...I disliked very much their hymns, which I considered to be fifth-rate poems set to sixth-rate music. But as I went on I saw the great merit of it. I came up against different people of quite different outlooks and different education, and then gradually my conceit just began peeling off. I realized that the hymns (which were just sixth-rate music) were, nonetheless, being sung with devotion and benefit by an old saint in elastic-side boots in the opposite pew, and then you realize that you aren't fit to clean those boots. It gets you out of your solitary conceit."

The church can not be perfect. The church is us.

Don't let the music stop ya. 

Find your home. I promise it's out there.

Lessons from FDR

I am no economic expert, but I do understand the importance of knowing my history. And, right now is a time to pay close attention to the actions of one of this country's greatest presidents, Franklin Delano Roosevelt - FDR.

I wonder what the man (FDR) who made the following statement during his second fireside chat, explaining his "New Deal," would have to say about our current government bailouts of non-government companies.

"It is rather a partnership - a partnership between government and farming, a partnership between government and industry, and a partnership between government and transportation. Not a partnership in profits, because the profits will still go to the private citizen, but rather a partnership in planning, and a partnership to see that the plans are carried out."

And speaking of those famous fireside chats, here's how a common U.S. citizen thought of his president as a result of those famous radio-meetings. 

"I never saw him - 

But I knew him. Can you have forgotten

How, with his voice, he came into our house,

The President of these United States,

Calling us friends..."

-Carl Carmer, dated April 14, 1945 (from the book, The People And The President, Beacon Press, 2002)

Oh, to again feel such a connection.

Goodnight, My Angel

Billy Joel wrote a song for his daughter Alexa that is on his 1993 album, River of Dreams. The song is called "Lullabye (Goodnight My Angel)." For years I have thought how someday I would play that song for my child. Now that the time is nearly here (about 5 months away), the song only feels more appropriate. 

Listen to the words of this gorgeous song, as you watch the illustrations from the pages of Billy's children's book, "Goodnight, My Angel - A Lullabye."

The Coming of a King

If Jesus entered today's world as a human, we would think He (this wacky person that must be on drugs) was nuts; along with anyone who believed it was Him. Really. Think about it. The story of the coming King in the Bible IS nuts. To us humans, it really doesn't add up. It doesn't seem just, or even close to the entrance that should have taken place for this One.

We've had 2000 years to learn, ponder and fight about the story that changed the world. Generations have come and gone since this moment-in-time actually occured. Do you ever really think of how you would react if you were alive at that time? Think of the most unlikely location, person and way the Creator of the universe would choose to enter the world of 2008; then imagine truly believing it. You would be considered looney.

It's not hard. Just think of the times you've heard people claim to be any form of God, and what exactly did you think of them? Insane? Completely wacked? In need of a padded room?

Before the actual Jesus came to earth, people felt this same way, and plenty felt that way when He actually came - when He came in that way that still doesn't make sense. That way that could not have proved more humbling. A manger! A 14-year-old girl! Are you kidding me?!?

The story goes as such, from Matthew 1:18-25. Read it like you're reading it for the first time. Don't let the familiarity (if it is) of the story blind you from what is happening here. This story changed the course of human history, in a way that nothing else has except the death of this man we call Jesus.....

"Now the birth of Jesus Christ took place in this way. When his mother Mary had been betrothed to Joseph, before they came together she was found to be with child from the Holy Spirit. And her husband Joseph, being a just man and unwilling to put her to shame, resolved to divorce her quietly. But as he considered these things, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream, saying, 'Joseph, son of David, do not fear to take Mary as your wife, for that which is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.' All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had spoken by the prophet: 'Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel.' (which means, God with us). When Joseph woke from sleep, he did as the angel of the Lord commanded him: he took his wife, but knew her not until she had given birth to a son. And he called his name Jesus."

When you see and experience the grace this Man brought to earth, when you see the Love that he continues to bring, when you see the second chances He offers, when you know it in your heart that you are simply not worthy of any of it, the story makes all the sense in the world.

Why was Chinese Democracy released?

I'm a huge Guns N' Roses fan. I also strongly believe that Chinese Democracy (the "band's" latest album, first new material in 17 years) should never have been released. Ever.

Appetite for Destruction (the band's major label debut, which has sold 18 million copies in the U-S) released in 1987 and the band immediately became HUGE. Between then and 1991, when Use Your Illusion I and II were released (last original material until 2008), the band could do little wrong. 

Slowly, or quickly, the wheels fell off. Before the decade was out, lead singer Axl Rose was the sole original member. 

For many years, Axl would go into hiding, reappear for a second, then be gone again. Rumors of this new album, Chinese Democracy, continued to surface and swirl.

The in-progress project became a joke.

Then it became a legend.

But the legend died.

Chinese Democracy could easily have gone down in the rock pantheon as one of the greatest albums that never even was.

Over this past summer (2008), when it started sounding like the album really was going to be released (thanks Dr. Pepper), I really started thinking about how that would ruin everything about it. This album had become huge, and few really knew anything about it. Sure, songs had leaked here and there over the years, but for the most part, no one knew about it. We knew it existed on some dark, cutting room floor, but I think we wanted it to stay there. Now I know we needed it to stay there.

The rise to superstardom that GNR experienced rarely happens. Sure, pop stars flash and seem to become big. But, 18 months later, no one cares.

Guns N' Roses is one of those cultural phenomenons that is tough to explain. Sure, we could analyze 37 reasons why it worked, but the point is, it did. The band nailed it. They rocked it out so freakin' hard that few subsequent bands, ever, will top what started on that little strip in Hollywood.

Sometimes the memory of what was is meant to not be outdone.

Chinese Democracy should have stayed home. 

Made in the 80s

I was made in the 80s (born April '81). And I'm pretty sure I was born about 30 years too late (that whole "old soul" thing). Either way, I'm an MTV-baby. Proud of the association? Not necessarily. But I was born just a few months prior to Buggles' "Video Killed the Radio Star" being the first video the network ever aired. And my, how it changed the music world. 

Suddenly the visual mattered, and lots and lots of artists didn't care for that. You know how the story from that book was ruined when someone tried to make it into a movie? Well, it's the same thing here. Some things are just better left to the ultimate place of creativity - the imagination.

Artists that had been putting their heart and soul into creating music had to worry about making the video. They had to worry about how they looked, how they danced and acted.

I'm not so old-school to think that music videos ruined anything (not at all), for some artists it exponentially expanded their reach (Michael Jackson's "Thriller," for starters). 

Either way, it did change things.

And isn't it interesting that MTV and all of the other "music" channels rarely play these videos anymore? No big point to prove here, just a fascination for how things that are so important one day are seemingly meaningless the next.

And here's one of my favorite "meaningless" videos (definitely joking; this one means a lot to me). Enjoy.

Guns N' Roses - "November Rain"

Grandma Goes Digital

Thanks to my boy Ben for pointing out this brilliant piece of work.

The Shack (a book review)

It usually takes a while for me to do what everyone else is doing (i.e., bandwagons); but, I'm glad I jumped on this one. I read the book, "The Shack," over Thanksgiving break. The author is Wm. Paul Young (Published by Windblown Media). I'm not going to do what "reviewers" often do and give away the whole plot. Just think of this as one of those "there is a bandwagon rolling on this one for a reason" type of situations. 

If you think you understand who/what God is, please read this. If you think you know how to live, love and forgive, please read this. This is NOT a cheesy/corny book on Christianity. This is NOT a book that will leave you in your comfortable little understanding of who the savior of the universe is. This book will challenge you; and it will help you to love in a whole new way, and to see the world in a whole new way.

No doubt, Christmastime is here

Sarah and I just finished watching Dr. Seuss' "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." As we were watching, it hit me that Christmastime is fully here. There are a few things that must happen before it can actually be Christmas. Here's the list in our world:

-Christmas tree is up at home

-Watched "Christmas Vacation"

-Watched "Elf"

-Listened to "A Charlie Brown Christmas" (lots)

-Started shopping at 4:15 am on Black Friday

-About to order something online on Cyber Monday

-Watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"

Here's our Christmas tree....

St. Francis Changed My Life; So did Rich

My life has been significantly changed by a man called Rich Mullins, who is no longer with us. He died in 1997, but his impact is far from gone.

The attitudes and actions of this man changed my life. But, what changed his life?

In addition to Rich's Lord and Savior Jesus Christ (all that really matters), St. Francis of Assisi, a patron saint that passed away in 1226, changed his life. St. Francis also loved Jesus. St. Francis loved all of creation that his Jesus had given him. 

"Francis was reverently in love with all natural phenomena - sun, moon, air, water, fire, flowers; his quick warm sympathies responded to all that lived. His tenderness for and his power over animals were noted again and again. From his companions we have the story of his rebuke to the noisy swallows who were disturbing his preaching at Alviano: 'Little sister swallows, it is now my turn to speak; you have been talking enough all this time.' We hear also of the birds that perched attentively around when he told them to sing their Creator's praises, of the rabbit that would not leave him at Lake Trasymene, and of the tamed wolf of Gubbio - all incidents that have inspired innumerable artists and story tellers." (from ewtn.com).

Rich Mullins described creation in one of the most beautiful ways I have ever heard, in the song "Calling Out Your Name." Here's an amazing (unofficial) video.....

I am thankful for this amazing and indescribable creation, and how God uses it to continually change my life. And I can't tell you how thankful I am for recently seeing the horizon on fire.

Whatever you do, please run wild with the hope.

Matthew Perryman Jones - "Save You"

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Advent Conspiracy (Video)

Try and watch this before Black Friday. It's probably not what you assume.

www.adventconspiracy.org

A Note From Dad

To my Baby Clore (due to this world 5/23/09),

I love you. You are already one of the most precious things to me in this world. Behind my Savior and your Mom, you are the most precious thing to me. You have come along at a perfect time; a time that your Mom and I could not have planned. You are a gift to us. You are already teaching us more about what really matters in life.

We are preparing for Christmas. Thanksgiving Day is this coming Thursday. Although most would call me crazy, I say this is your first Christmas. You are alive and well - I heard your heartbeat this past Wednesday. I see the effect you already have on your Mother. I know you are already rockin' it in there, and I couldn't be more excited, and proud.

The world is going through some interesting stuff right now. The economy is apparently the worst it's been in umpteen years, our nation has its first black president and the St. Louis Rams are a dreadful 2-9. Yesterday marked the 45th anniversary of the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated. Your Uncle Andrew's band played a concert in San Diego this past Friday night, and Grandpa and Grandma Clore were there. Dad's old youth pastor, Thom, is about to come have dinner with us. Those are just some of the things going on in life right now.

You're coming into an interesting world, my friend. One that will hurt you. One that will tempt you. One that will lie to you. One that will not satisfy. It's ok though. You are also about to enter God's beautiful creation. It is His world. In the end, He wins. It's all going to be ok. For all of its beauty, splendor, wonder, confusion and mystery, always remember that it is not your home. It is not my home; and I can't tell you how thankful that makes me.

I promise you will feel this way. C.S. Lewis said it best. "If I find myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." Someday I trust that you will be able to read this quote and smile, just as I am right now.

I cried a bit this morning during church, because we sang one of my favorite hymns, and I thought of you. The song was "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing." The third verse gets me every time: "O to grace how great a debtor / Daily I’m constrained to be! / Let Thy goodness, like a fetter / Bind my wandering heart to Thee. / Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, / Prone to leave the God I love; / Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, / Seal it for Thy courts above."

Your physical arrival is highly anticipated. You are already part of a loving family and BIG circle of friends.

I love you with all of my heart,

Your Dad

Artists I've Seen in Concert

The following list is more for my (John) own record-keeping, but you may find it interesting. 

After 27 years of life, I've seen the following artists in concert (some not full shows, but have seen perform live).

Billy Joel, Elton John, Metallica, Poison, Bon Jovi, Elvis Costello, Counting Crows, Duran Duran, Ben Folds, Rich Mullins, Steven Curtis Chapman, Michael W. Smith, B.B. King, The Avett Brothers, Beck, Ray Price, Damien Rice, Patty Griffin, The Normals, Tony Bennett, Sheryl Crow, John Mayer, Augustana, Spin Doctors, All-American Rejects, Gary Allan, Maroon 5, Alan Jackson, Red, Pillar, Leeland, Krystal Meyers, Brandon Heath, Derek Webb, Sandra McCracken, Kid Rock, Rufus Wainwright, Pearl Jam, Willie Nelson, Newsboys, dc Talk, Beyonce, Prince, Matthew Perryman Jones, Rocco Deluca and the Burden, Stryper (this is all I can think of right now; i'll work on remembering the rest later)

We Need Each Other

There's this song I can't stop thinking about and listening to. It's called "We Need Each Other," by Sanctus Real. And I think about how at Bible study this morning, it was only me, Don and Bill. Two dear friends that the Lord has obviously put in my life. Don and Bill are older than me, and I need them. I need to hear their stories. I need to hear what really matters after retirement and the demands of the office are silent. You know, the stuff that really matters. 

Don and Bill are a representation of the people I need. It's not just those two. It's too many to list here. It's people I don't even know. 

We really do need each other. Life is hard enough as it is. Don't ignore those around you. They are there to help.

I've lived a couple of experiences that provide me with a daily reminder of just how important my bride is; and that she is not to be taken for granted. Regardless, Don and Bill wouldn't let me see that one any other way.

We heard the heartbeat

Yesterday was our latest baby check-up and we heard our little one's heartbeat for the first time. It was absolutely amazing and so much faster than I thought it would be, which shows my level of knowledge on such matters. The heartbeat was around 160.

This is absolutely phenomenal. It can't breathe, yet it's heart is beating. It hasn't seen the light of day yet, but it's alive and well.

Feed My Starving Children

I'm very proud to work for a company that is taking time this holiday season to support an organization called "Feed My Starving Children." Check this organization out online, at www.fmsc.org.

We will be helping to make bags of food that cost $0.17 each, and somehow each of those bags will provide 6 meals. 6 meals from $0.17? Really? That stupid cup of coffee at Panera the other day cost me $1.30.

If you have six minutes, watch and listen to Jars of Clay's "Oh My God" (set to an amazing fan-created video)

Pain

I was just trying to play the piano, but Abbey (the cat) decided that either she didn't want to hear it, or she just wanted to be real close to me while I played. Still not sure which one, but she was all over me: on my lap, the keyboard, and sitting on my shoulder. Yes, like a parrot.

Abbey's going to have a big day tomorrow. As far as I know, she doesn't know yet. She's going to be losing her front claws. Simple procedure? Sure, for some. Not for me though. I hate this. I've put it off, because I don't want to put her through it. It's not a simple procedure; not even close. I'll spare the graphic details of what the equivalent would be for humans.

The weird and confusing thing about it? Life will be better for Abbey. 

You see, Abbey was adopted by Sarah and me recently, from a kill shelter. Yes, a kill shelter. Usually you just hear the term no-kill shelter, but think about what the opposite must be. Our love for animals, and that picture we saw on the cover of the newspaper at Cracker Barrel, took us to this shelter one Saturday morning.

The lady immediately took us to Abbey (her name was Pumpkin at the time). We went with Abbey into the little room where we help decide futures. Just as we were about to say no, Abbey literally laid down on the clipboard in my lap and started batting at the pen I was holding. Abbey went home with us.

As much as I hate to say it, Abbey losing her claws will help her keep the nice, warm home she has. It really doesn't seem fair that this is how life works; but it is how life works.

No one said it would make sense, be fun or be fair. It's none of these. And I'm glad. We wouldn't recognize the good, if it was all good.

Little Clore Update

I feel like I generally understand how and why a baby is born into this world, but now that I'm actually experiencing it and learning about these little growth details step-by-step, there's only one word I can respond with. "Really?!?"

For example, here are a few updates on Little Clore (from our book, Your Pregnancy, by Glade B. Curtis and Judith Schuler):

-weighs between 1/3-1/2 of an ounce

-is 2 1/2 inches long

-fingers and toes have separated

-nails are growing

-fetal nervous system is continuing to develop

-skeletal system now has centers of bone formation in most bones

Frederick Buechner once said, "If you think you are seeing the same show all over again seven times a week, you're crazy. Every morning you wake up to something that in all eternity never was before and never will be again. And the you that wakes up was never the same before and never will be the same again."

I'm glad our maker decided this little one was another way to add to his infinite glory.

Sally's I.D.

For those who think they've seen it all, this arrived in the mail yesterday. I knew they took her picture at our recent vet visit, but I didn't know this is where they were taking it.....

Billy & Elton

Yesterday, my buddy Steve mentioned that he heard Billy Joel and Elton John were going on tour again next year. After nearly falling out of my chair and choking on my salad, I realized that he wasn't kidding, and it wasn't some sort of completely uncool joke.

Apparently it's really happening, although dates don't seem to be available yet. A September 2008 interview in GQ Magazine quotes Elton as saying, "I'm going on the road again with Billy Joel again next year."

Personally, I'm a Billy Joel-freak. There's no other way to describe it.

I'm currently reading Billy Joel: The Biography, by Mark Bego. That, coupled with an intense desire to take my bride to see the man in concert for the first time, has me responding to this news like a 3-year-old girl on Christmas morning.

If you (somehow) don't find yourself a fan of either of these masters, at least enjoy this video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwoNWr_B-t8

Your dreams are there for a reason

I once sat in my seventh floor dorm room of my West Oklahoma college, with a chemistry book on my lap. "How in the world did I get here?" was the question, along with "I could not care less about this stuff."

Pharmacy school had become an appealing option for me at the end of high school, because I could live anywhere I wanted and make a very decent living doing it. Made sense. Let's go that route. It'll all just work out; I can do anything I want, right?

Not exactly. Not even close. I don't believe that. At least not anymore.

We all have a purpose. Each and every one of us. It was set in motion by our maker before we could come along and try to force something else.

Your unending interest in whatever exists because it was placed there on purpose. It is not something to be ignored. We each have a role, and it's something that causes us to feel a sense of purpose, a sense of wonder and amazement. A sense of "Wow, this is what I was put here to do."

Don't let life pass you by knowing you need to be doing something different with your life. Don't ignore what's on your heart, your passion. Just go after it. Although not flawlessly, that is what will work out. That is what you can do, better than anything else.

Thank God I was pulled out of that West Oklahoma dorm room and put right where I need to be. Although far from perfect, I could not imagine being around another industry, ever. 

-jc

Identity, and appreciation for our families

I'm thankful to be a Clore. But I'm thankful to know that I am so much more than that. I'm a Wilson, and a Richmond, and a Wallace. My bride is a Clore, and a Mitchell, and a Wright, and the list goes on and on for each of us, back into time for decades and decades.

Identity is an important thing; an extremely important thing. Family is where we start, and it's where we end. They're the ones that are there when things are great, and when things are terrible. They're the only ones, usually, that stick around when there's really no other appeal, except for love. 

I recently read a book about Rich Mullins' amazing life, written by James Bryan Smith. The book is called "An Arrow Pointing To Heaven." This book changed the way I view the world. The paragraphs that really caught my attention are the following (pg. 28). These words describe the home that I, along with my bride, hope and pray to help create someday.

Our parents create an environment in which we can grow. We call it the home. The home is the most powerful place on earth. It is the cradle of the soul. Our minds and personalities, our loves and our hates, our fears and our dreams are all molded in the home. The home is the work-shop of God, where the process of character-making is silently, lovingly, imperceptibly carried on. We search throughout our lives for love and identity, and if we are fortunate, we may find it.

The quest for our identity will always lead us back to our families. They are the ones with whom we discover our potential, as well as our limitations. They are the ones through whom and with whom we learn how to live. It is sheer hubris to think that we are "self-made" women and men. We learn how to live from other people. We did not develop in a vacuum; we were taught how to function from other people and by no one more so than our parents and our siblings. Rich's family shaped him, and he in turn shaped them.

We have families because we are weak creatures, and God knows that we need them. Throughout our lives, those people who knew us first are a part of our makeup even if they are difficult to live with. Old men and women can see their parents in their minds as if it were yesterday. Even in his last years, Rich could still picture his dad cussing in the barn and managing to grow plants out of the tough Indiana clay. He could see his mom hanging laundry and could taste her cornbread and beans. Jamming seven people into a car that seats five may not be comfortable, but it is family. In terms of soul-shaping, it is the most powerful place in the world.

(Listen to Rich's song, "First Family," and some of the above references will make more sense.)

We are very thankful for our families and realize their importance in and on our lives, now, more than ever; especially our parents. 

Identity matters. All thanks to God that it does.

Images from the latest development....

The latest from Little Clore, below. As of today, the little one is rockin' it at the size of a lime, according to our all-knowing pregnancy book.

This is a new thing

So, this is a new thing. Something I quietly rebelled against for a while; because everyone else was doing it. If you know me at all, that is not surprising. However, when news arrived that my bride would bring a new Clore into the world, I thought this would be a great place to keep track of all of the crazy things that are happening, and will be happening.

Seriously? A baby. Wasn't in the plans. At least not four-ish months into our marriage. Not even close. Our grand plan was to "wait" and enjoy life for a while. Now that our best laid plans have been altered, will we not be able to enjoy life any longer? Of course not. But, based on that line-of-thinking, that's what one could deduce.

Either way, we're going to have a baby. We are going to help make the world a little bigger. A little brighter. And a whole lot more intense.

Crazier things have happened, I realize. But to me, this presently seems like one of the craziest things imaginable. And for crazy, I could not be more thankful.

-jc 

Blog-ging:

Blog-ging: verb. The soapbox everyone has always wanted and now has, which leaves no one to actually listen to what's being said. At the outside chance that this one is different, here goes.