It is amazing what can happen in a week.

This time last week we were just getting home from a week’s vacation.  We were relaxed, excited to be together as a family once again and ready to come home.

Once we got home we got acclimated to home life again, we got back to reality and it has been crazy!

This week I have experienced many different aspects of what it means to be a Pastor — I have been walking with people through different life experiences, those with whom life has given to much to handle, to those who have experienced loss in their life, to those who are helping me plan the next chapter in the life of the church.  It has been a crazy, but good week of ministry.

As I posted, my blog has taken a whole new look (not on purpose).  I still have a lot of work to do in order to get the blog to a place where I am completely happy with it.  But I think it is taking shape.  My biggest problem is importing my posts from November of last year.  I have them saved in my Google Reader, and the only way I know how to retrieve them is by cutting and pasting.  Not the best way to import them but it is better than completely losing all that work.

Now that I have caught up some at work, I hope to finish getting things ready at the church for the fall.  It is going to be a busy and fun time at  St. Mark’s.

So yesterday was a bad day for my blog.

I have been thinking about the goal and purpose of my blog.  I have so many interests that I want to write about I started to feel like my blog had not purpose or direction.  I had some ideas to help with that, so I started tinkering with some themes.  Well in the midst of tinkering, I received a fatal error…….no one likes the fatal error.

After some googling and conversations with friends who know more about computers than I do, I came to the realization that I had to uninstall and reinstall wordpress.

Over the next several weeks I am going to be putting most of my time and energy into getting this blog up and running again — one of the things that I realized is that I have not backed up my posts since November of last year.  I thought I lost everything!  But thanks to a friend, I realized that I have the posts saved in Google Reader.  Granted I have to copy and past them into a new blog post but at least they are there.

Thank you for your patience during this time and I look forward to showing you a new look and better, consistent content.

For those who visit my blog regularly, you may notice it looks completely different.

Well as I was playing with some features today, I got a critical error which let me to uninstall WordPress and reinstall it.  Well that whole process completely wiped out my blog and everything that went with it.

I hope to find some backup of my blog post but something is telling me that might not be possible.

This really stinks…….

Our family just ended a week’s vacation.  My wife and I saw it as a vacation  not only from work and from home but from our kids as well.  This was the first time in our six years of marriage that we did not have at least one kid with us for more than one overnight.  My parents took our two kids and two of my brother’s three kids (my youngest brother is there as well) to Camp Calumet for the week.

So my wife and I enjoyed some down time in Vermont.

Monday we celebrated our six year anniversary with dinner at Table 24 and we saw the movie Inception (which was awesome by the way).  Tuesday we went to Burlington, Vermont and had lunch at Al’s French Frys and took a walk up and down Church Street.  Wednesday we took a tour of the Ben and Jerry’s Factory, and Cabot Cheese Farm.  Thursday we hung around the house and started to prepare ourselves for our trip home, we took a tour of the Wilson Castle and awaited our kids arrival home.  Friday (today) we are headed back to our home.

It is great when you can go out with your wife and see sites like this:

It has been wonderful to reconnect with my wife — kidless.  We have talked about a lot of things that we usually don’t get to talk about because usually we are dealing with one thing or another with our kids.  Another reason we don’t have “adult” conversations is because we are so consumed with day to day life that we don’t have time to talk with one another, or we forget what we have to say to one another because something comes up.

These conversations have been great.  They also are going to lead to some major changes in our lives over the next six to eight months.  I won’t go into detail about them now but I will blog about them soon.

Even though we have enjoyed our time together we missed our kids.  We missed cuddling with them, we missed talking with them we missed how we experience what they are experiencing.  We missed so much about them and we are glad that they are home with us again.

But it warms my heart to have parents who care about their grandchildren so much that they take them out into the woods to camp for a week.  I was never really lucky enough to get to know my grandparents or my cousins that well because of I lived in Vermont and they lived in Pennsylvania.  I am glad that my kids get to know their grandparents and cousins on trips like this.  Thank you mom and dad.

Even though being a parent of two active kids can be tough at times–  how could you not love faces like these:

If you would like to read about other dads out there, and the experiences they have with their kids check outwww.dad-blogs.com

Most people want to succeed, but whose version of “success” are you trying to achieve?

How do you measure your success?

How do you know when you’ve really accomplished something in your life?

Success on other people’s terms may only mean frustration for you.  If we measure our success by goals that others think worthwhile or if we try and measure success by own personal standards, we will wind up in trouble.

For many people, success is related to money and possessions. When you have money and become rich, you are a success. When you build a big home, you are a success. When you have a nice car, you are a success. When you have many possessions, and you can sit back, take it easy, and enjoy life, you are a success…….. in the eyes of the world.

What if you do not have all of those fancy things?

What if life is more than “whoever has the most toys when they die wins?”

Life in the church is more than coming in with the most amount of money, with the best looking car, with having your life all together.  When looked at from a communal perspective, we are more interested in the needs of our sisters and  brothers, in the heart and lives of our sisters and brothers rather than whats in someone’s bank account.  Many people with eyes pointed to the cross, have a little extra, instead of going out buying someone extravagant, tend to give it away to perhaps improve someone else’s life.

Fulfillment starts within our own heart and our own soul and spreads to other people.  It is only when we start with our own hearts that we can define clear personal values to start to measure our success in life, or dare I say fulfillment in life.  If we do not start with our heart and our connection with God and a larger community of faith, then we are measuring our success by “the world’s” values which may prevent us from recognizing our own significant, personal accomplishments.

God did not create us each as individuals only to have us measure ourselves by someone else’s expectation.  God did not build us up only so we tear ourselves (or others) down but not achieving what other think we “should” be achieving.
We are created to develop to our full potential – in the direction and degree that God leads us too. It is our responsibility, though, to equip ourselves to make wise choices, choices that will help us develop into the individuals that God created us to be, and to live in the community which supports one another.

When we arm ourselves with the power of prayer, with scripture in our hands and God on our hearts and minds, we will know the true meaning of success in our lives.  When we surround ourselves with others, in the body of Christ we will have that support and love to find true success in life.