Growth Spurts
Growing in Marriage, Family, Knowledge, Spirit, and Dorkiness
Sunday, January 20, 2013
I Love Lucy
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Autumn Breeze Makes Me Feel Fine
Sure a few months from now when I can see my breath, on a sunny day, at noon, I will ask myself why in the hell I ever wished this weather away. It happens every time. But just like an Alzheimer's patient here I stand yet again, staring autumn right in the face and telling God to bring it on. Thank 6 pound 8 ounce baby Jesus for this weather! It's time for staying under blankets and having the feeling that they weigh 100 pounds and are keeping you in bed against your will (if you own a Martha Washington blanket you understand). It's time for soups for dinner. It's time for looking outside on a sunny day and not feeling guilty for that nonsensical "you're not taking advantage of the day" talk. It's time for 6 am in middle Tennessee to mirror Ireland, that damp, foggy aura of climatic apathy.
You take a look outside and experience weather like this and it's no wonder that Seattle produces moody rock music. You would too. And yet I'm ready for everything that comes with it too. I'm ready for the leaves to fall en masse. I'm ready for curling up with a blanket and my wife and staying out of the cold. I'm ready for football to kick into high gear (oh and the American kind too). I'm ready for that annual pilgrimage to Jackson's Orchard with the Beltons and that excited look on Evan's face when we get there. I'm ready for E to experience a college football game in Bowling Green. I'm just ready.
And I apologize to those of you who are putting away your bathing suits until next year. I'm sorry that trips to the beach are no longer an option. I'm sorry that for the most part the grills are being put away.... and the golf clubs too. I'm sorry that your shorts are no longer an option....and the flip flops too. For those of you that may suffer, even mildly, from Seasonal Affective Disorder, for you I am also truly and deeply sorry.
But it's time. And I'm ready. Bring on the fall. The warm and vibrant colors that work so well to neutralize the cool breeze and dark sky. The hot chocolate, hot coffee, hot soup, hot tea, warm fire (or in our case gas powered heat). After all, "there is a time for everything and a season for every purpose under heaven" (Eccl 3:1).
So it'll be casual dress at work that will see shorts for the last time this year, then it's off to Fairfield for the last 54 holes perhaps of the year, and maybe a 70 degree day or two while we're there on the golf vacation. And then it'll really be over, and I'm ready, and it's time.
Autumn, it'll be good to see you again when I get back. We've got some catching up to do.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
What I Believe
Sunday, September 23, 2012
My Happy, Hectic, Busy LIfe
I'm a data lead. Since July of last year, I have been blessed to go from unemployed to temp employee with no benefits to full time with benefits to leading a group and owning stock. Admittedly that's not too bad in a year's time. My company has done me well, and not to brag, but I think I've done it quite well also. It's a great place to work, downtown is a fun place to work, and I have some great co-workers. One little thing though: it's a sales company. SALES. As in 4 times a year, life becomes absolute madness, Murphy's Law run amok, HELL on wheels. The end of a sales quarter is similar to the last 5 questions of the SAT when you have 30 seconds to finish.......AHHHHHHH!!!!!!! What's crazy is that I never saw myself in the sales business, I could not imagine myself in a high-rise in Nashville, and certainly couldn't see myself dealing with an end of quarter sales atmosphere. And now I love it....and truly love my job.
I'm a kids minister. That's right. Kids Minister. 15 years ago, I didn't think I would be worth a crap at anything God-centered. I didn't know God that well, and I definitely didn't do well to listen to him. But I found myself called to his service in helping with the kid program at my church. It does ask for a little bit of my time and a little bit of myself. I try to be diligent about presenting information to teach the kids about God, to help them worship Him, and to help them glorify them. And I try to make it FUN, because at their edge they need to have a good time and learn God seemingly by accident. It's tough at times; I wouldn't have imagined myself doing it. But goodness how I love it.
I'm a soccer coach. This is the one that's easy to see. Everyone who has met me for more than 5 minutes knows that I am an absolute nut about that sport. So when E hinted a playing, I was happy to offer up my services at the orientation. Teaching 5-year olds about soccer is a blast, and at the same time one heck of a challenge. Sometimes it's easier to have them play tag and jump in a puddle than to focus on kicking a goal. But then there's Saturdays. There's watching a little girl score and displaying unbridled joy. And there's watching E score and the Evan Army shout in unison in joy. It makes every practice and every late night at the fields worth it. I love being a soccer coach.
I'm going to be a father. I'm excited. I'm in love. I'm scared to death. In all of the emotion, I doubt very little that Sara and I will be great parents, and I also have no doubt that Lucy will be amazing and a joy to our lives. But I honestly have these great leaps of faith because of her. I have seen how my wife works as a mother. She's brilliant. Brilliant. Want the proof? Look at E. You DON'T get a kid like that by accident. He's a joy, simply a wonderful child in every way. Because she's a wonderful mother. I've got some skills myself, but I know that we will do just fine because I know that I could not have a better partner to raise our little girl. I'm lucky, I'm bless, and I'm gonna love being a dad.
I'm a busy guy. Every day has something on the calendar. Gone are the days of laziness, video games, all-day basketball tournaments as a kid, and sleeping in and skipping Physics in college. And I would not have it any other way. This life is treating me wonderfully. And I love my happy, hectic, busy life.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
3 Months, 1 Blog, 1 Freckles
For months we had planned it. Rental car booked months in advance. My dad passed along timeshare so that we could stay free (kudos Dad!). I had map quested, google mapped, bought a globe, bought a De Lorme, and brought in a cartographer (okay maybe not). But we were ready for the insanity that is Walt Disney World. E deserved it. That kid is amazing; believe me when I tell you that I am the luckiest step dad in the history of ever. And Sara and I had decided that he was fully deserving of a trip to see Mickey and Minnie before starting Kindergarten.
And so we went. If we didn't think he deserved this trip before, the 12 hour drive without incident proved it to us that E is the best and easiest kid. And yes parents that are currently prying your children off of a chandelier you should be jealous (and possibly hate me a little bit). But I digress.
The amazing Star Island resort was a great place to stay, the weather cooperated rather magnificently, and as soon as we entered, the 5-year old was overwhelmed and the grown ups that he brought along became 5 years old themselves. There was a show with all the Disney characters at the Magic Kingdom castle, there were rides, the Swiss Family Robinson house, a train, a haunted house, you name it. And thank God for grandparents or any one of us would have expired trying to attack that place alone. And after the long and amazing day (approximately 7 pm when our faces started to read "I've had enough") we returned to the resort to relax.
And then it happened.
"Jonathan?" Her voice was almost unbelievably questioning in tone.
And there she held in her hand what had changed our lives. There was a line.....a dark, clear, perfect, wonderful line.
I honestly can't remember what I said; I probably didn't speak English for a minute. For the next 24 hours I couldn't stop smiling. And to be truthful, I've really been smiling ever since.
Amongst all the apprehension and uncertainty we patiently waited, nearly 3 months from the time. Without a picture or the sound of a heartbeat, we didn't want to get too excited. Then the ultrasound flickered, the heart thumping so rhythmically and so beautifully. Freckles, as E has affectionately decided to name our little miracle, was even practicing for the 100m freestyle on camera. I teared up a bit and was proud to do so.
And it has changed me. It has changed how I view the blessing of helping with our children' ministry. It has changed how hard I work, how much more I love her, how much more I appreciate and love that amazing step kid of mine.
Jonathan Bowers: child of God through His mercy, husband through His grace, father through His and our little miracle. I can't wait to meet you, Freckles. And my God how I love you already.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
And then P90X killed me



Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Christian Rebuttals
Judgmental.
Hypocritical.
Antiquated.
Three words that a non-believer quickly springs for when attempting to dissolve any effort to witness to them. Rational gripes. The simple truth is going around spreading the Gospel is not as easy as smacking someone with a Bible until they agree with you; running around shouting “Praise Jesus!” until they do the same or listing out a person’s sins for them until they agree they need forgiveness. Telling a person the many reasons they are going to hell won’t get you far either. No, you’re going to meet resistance. Lots of it. What do you do about it?
How about addressing each gripe? Maybe we can better witness our faith to those that don’t have it, don’t want it, or see no value in it.
But first allow me to say something that may possibly piss someone off (sorry by the way). If you go around using your faith as a weapon against non-believers, use it to explain to them why you’re right and they’re wrong, if you wave a banner of righteousness and cast a critical eye on those who need witnessing because you believe in God and they don’t, if you have arrogance that bleeds through, you have failed to witness to those that need it, you have failed your fellow man, and you have failed to properly represent your God.
And that’s why I say the judgmental gripe is a rational one. Because we as Christians sometimes flat out stink at this one. Don’t let your pride foolishly get in the way. You’re human, you poop, you put your pants on the same as they do, you once didn’t have God’s salvation, and you screw up too
Read Matthew 7:1 – “Judge not, lest thee be judged.” Period. That’s it. End of conversation.
Rule #1. No judging. Ever. God’s way better than you and me; only He gets to do that.
Second on the list is the hypocrisy beef. And another shocker alert; some people are going to think that I’m mental for saying this, but I would agree with the premise that we’re kind of hypocritical. Hypocrisy is defined in Webster as “the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one's own practice or behavior does not conform; pretense.” We all try very hard to be more like Christ.
And then we fail. Sometimes miserably. We go to church and hear an incredible message, have a Wednesday night meeting that really touches our heart, go on a mission trip that really opens our eyes, and then we get out of the setting and big dumb stupid do the opposite. We know we must be humble before the Lord but then let our pride get in the way. We know we must serve our God but then we also serve money as a master. We know we should pray and then we don’t make time to. We become selfish instead of selfless. We try to take what we can instead of giving until we can’t. We. Screw. Up.
And Christ is amazing, because he forgives and forgives when we don’t deserve it. “Claim to have moral standards to which one’s behavior does not conform.” Yep. That about sums it up for me. If we’re to be truly honest, that’s a defining characteristic of Christianity. That’s why we needed Christ. Because we are not hypocrites but we certainly have hypocritical tendencies. Because we do fall short. Because we don’t always practice what we preach. Because we don’t always do what we say we’ll do. We don’t always listen when God speaks.
Rule #2. Try to be more like Christ. Try not to be hypocritical. And confess and ask forgiveness when you are. And don’t let your pride get in the way. It’s ok that people see that you are human, that you aren’t perfect, and that you acknowledge that you need forgiveness.
Lastly is the outdated stigma. “The Bible was written for sheepherders who lived without electricity and indoor plumbing thousands of years ago. It doesn’t apply to me; I have Twitter! Moses couldn’t Google. Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey; I drive a Subaru. I mean, having good moral principle is a good thing and all, but I just don’t see how you people lean so heavily and place so much faith in an archaic book written thousands of years ago by people who don’t understand your problems and don’t live in the world we live in today. It’s outdated. It’s out of touch. It just doesn’t apply to these times.”
You’ve heard this. Or some variation of this.
As for this one…well, I’ll use that outdated book and prove just how “in the now” it is.
I bet I can find a few verses to apply to today. Heck, I bet I can do it on a daily basis for a good long stretch.
Challenge accepted.
And one blog entry begat another.
To be continued…..