Halloween can be a tricky (get it?) holiday for Christians. I’m sure my parents debated about whether my sister and I would participate, just as my wife and I discussed the matter ourselves. And while the there are many good reasons to reject Halloween in favor of a church harvest festival or some other celebration, I decided the lure of spending hours in the cold to watch my kids trick-or-treat was simply too good to pass up.
Mustaches are pretty much amazing. They provide warmth. They embody swagger and self-confidence. They save you food and drink for later. They’re one of the best ways to declare “I Am All that is Man” without saying a single word. They even help save lives.
Movember, in all of its hairy glory, is a time to promote men’s health (an oft-overlooked, but important matter) by celebrating the majesty of mustaches everywhere.
Also, I hate mustaches.
What does it mean to be a servant to others and how do we as a family serve others?
In today’s society, servant-hood seems to be a lost word and it is lost on many people. The idea of true servant-hood is one of sacrifice and putting others before yourself. It is contrary to our culture.
How does a parent instill a Christ-like attitude of servant-hood in our children when all they are exposed to in our culture is a selfish, instant gratification attitude?
I met a super friendly cook named Anthony while my family and I were in Chicago recently. At least, he used to be a cook.
“The best!” he told my wife and me, with a big toothy smile.
That was before Anthony’s legs got so bad that he could barely stand any more. He lost his job as a chef, and ultimately, his home. Now, the streets are his home. They have been for eight years.
Oh, sure, you dads of newborns may feel differently. You’ll whine about the diapers and the midnight feedings and such. But those early months are truly precious, because it’s the only time when you ever have complete, utter power over your children’s lives.
You want to go to the store? They’re going to go to the store. You want them to go to bed? They’re going to go to bed. Sure, maybe they’ll stay awake for hours and hours just to spite you.
Jim Gaffigan just posted the following on Twitter and it got my brain chewing at a furious rate:
Being a father is definitely the most important thing I will fail at in my life.
— Jim Gaffigan (@JimGaffigan) October 23, 2014
Responses varied. Some chuckled. A few chortled. Several sympathized. Others consoled.
I just chewed… and chewed and chewed. (I think Jim would be proud of me.)
And now, after all the chewing, I think something important is finally dawning on me…
Failures of Epic Proportions…
You’re going to fail at being a father.
Sometimes I contemplate this question: Am I the worst dad in the world? The answer, ultimately, is “No.” But, what is it that makes me go there? I suppose the thought pops up when I’m feeling like I’ve “blown it.”
For example, last weekend was particularly tough on the family. Earlier in the week, we’d returned from a family vacation where our normal schedule was thrown out the door. That always leads to cranky daughters, and occasionally cranky parents (I never knew how much I’d become accustomed to the schedule, too).
Since its release in 2007, the film The Bucket List has inspired many people to make a list of things they want to do or accomplish during their lifetime.
I’ve always appreciated the intentionality and forethought that comes with making such a list. Recently, I’ve been thinking … what about making a “bucket list” of things we want to do or experience as a family before our kids grow up and leave our home?
So, my wife and I sat down to create our own family list.
I reviewed CW’s The Flash for Plugged In this week, and overall, I thought it was pretty cool—a fun, rollicking show predicated on old-fashioned heroism. But the thing that struck me the most about it was our hero’s daddy issues.
According to the CW, Barry Allen became the Flash after he was struck by a bolt of scientifically augmented lightning, which gave him the ability to go super fast. But Allen’s origin story really doesn’t begin with that.
Because hazing is really just another name for bullying.
We like using the term because it sounds less problematic. Hazing is little more than harmless pranks… until it goes too far and becomes so much more than that, as it (allegedly) did recently for several players on the Sayreville High School football team. News stories feature the word “hazing” intermingled with more disturbing words like “sexual assault,” “sodomy,” and “rape.”
Not all hazing goes that far but, even when it doesn’t, it too often goes too far.