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.: ncaa b-ball tourney in oh-seven…

March 15th, 2007 by [r]weaver

 

John Wooden's UCLA trophy case...

 

On the eve of the beginning of one of the greatest annual sporting events known to the history of human-kind… here are my NCAA TOURNEY PICKS for the FINAL FOUR, the CHAMPION, the CINDERELLA BRACKET BUSTER, and a couple of my SYMPATHY LONGSHOTS…

.: the FINAL FOUR… Texas A&M (south), Florida (midwest), UCLA (west), Georgetown (east)

.: the 2007 CHAMPION… UCLA (because Ben Howland is one of the up-and-coming best coaches in the country… and this team that was “runners up in oh six” is ready to bring trophy back to Wooden Country to add to that crazy-huge trophy case… see photo above…)

.: the CINDERELLA… Long Beach State (Why not Old Dominion or Albany or Holy Cross? Good question…)

.: the SYMPATHY LONGSHOT UNO… Maryland (because my Sooners are watching at home… and they were the team on the hottest streak in the nation heading into the Tourney… and because I am a Marylander by residence.)

.: the SYMPATHY LONGSHOT DOS… the University of North Texas (go MEAN GREEN!)

 

 

PRESS ON!!!

-Weav

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.: san antone…

March 14th, 2007 by [r]weaver

 

The Alamo...

 

The trip to “good ole San Antone” was excellent.

But it was almighty strange to arrive in Texas and realize that we were not coming home…  but travelling to a land of crazy humidity that is now 1,600 miles away from our home.

We had some great moments of laughter and celebration with Landon and Kelsey as their marriage came together beautifully (despite my involvement), some great (but extremely brief) moments of coffee and hugs with Pops and Lolly, and some great moments of reminiscing in a city that holds many elderly memories for Manda and I (yepyep… like the time we were on our honeymoon and the Sooners lost to LSU in the BCS National Championship and then the next morning we awakened in our expensive Riverwalk hotel room overlooking a completely drained –and stench-filled– San Antonio River… that was a good one).

We also were able to add a few infant memories to our list of elderly memories in “good ole San Antone”…

.: For Ryland… everything was new… obviously… but I think he would love for me to share how much he enjoyed sleeping on a closet floor all weekend. Yep… that’s right… my son slept on the floor of our hotel room walk-in closet all weekend. It was a fairly large closet… but it was definitely a closet. On the first nite in the hotel, Ryland slept very fitfully in the living room of our mini-suite while he tossed-and-turned-and-cried-and-kept his loving parents awake. On the second nite, Ryland’s wonderful mother arranged an extra blanket carefully on the floor of the closet to cover the who-knows-what-has-happened-here-previously-carpet… and he slept majestically… for the next two nites.

.: For Manda and I… while re-visiting one of our favorite spots in San Antone (The Alamo Quarry Market) we discovered a restaurant that immediately became our favorite Chinese dining spot… P.F. Chang’s China Bistro. I have never been an “asian food fanatic”… but I love me some General Tso’s chicken… and Chang’s Spicy Chicken was the best that I have ever tasted (and guaranteed to be cooked fresh… rather than re-warmed under some heat lamp… and re-spiced to be shuffled back out to the buffet). The entire experience at P.F. Chang’s at the Quarry was perfect… from the amazing cuisine… to the vibe that was created with the asian art and deco (it all reminded me of art that would be featured in a “Genghis Kahn Gallery”)… to the prices (which were very reasonable considering the quality of the food)… to our waiter (who’s name was Anthony). In thinking back over the thousands of dining experiences that I have enjoyed in my 26-year life of eating out… there are hundreds (if not into the thousands) of negative impressions that have been imprinted upon my memory by wait-staff… but there have been less than a handful of waiters who have made a long-lasting, positive imprint. Anthony did just that. He completely set the tone as the face of the restaurant… a connoisseur of the entire P.F. Chang’s menu… and an intimate understanding of the respect, kindness, and patience that it takes to leave a lasting imprint on the consumer. The nearest P.F. Chang’s to Amanda and I (yep… we looked it up as soon as we got back to the hotel) is in Baltimore… and they can expect a visit from us as soon as we find some time to journey back across the Bay.

 

 

PRESS ON!!!

-Weav

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.: a re-balancing…

March 8th, 2007 by [r]weaver

 

Capsized boat...

 

I caught an interview with Rick Warren on Nightline tonight.

The whole premise of the interview was to highlight both sides of the “Purpose Driven” and “non-Purpose Driven” movements… and the conflict caused by both.

Honestly… I am too tired to type a lengthy discourse concerning pro-PD or hate-PD right now. I have been involved (loosely at times… and intimately un-loosely at others) with the Purpose Driven movement since my early days in Student Ministry at Cartwright (8 years ago). As with any “movement” among God’s people… there are elements that will make the “stuck” uncomfortable and the “unstuck” more motivated to shove the “stuck” into “unstuckness”.* This conflict is inevitable… and painfully healthy.

At the end of the interview Rick said… “Every church has to make a decision… Is it going to live for itself or is it going to live for the world that Jesus died for?”

As a Student Pastor who genuinely loves the Church… and who believes very strongly that he has been Called to serve “inside” the Southern Baptist culture… I am in complete agreement with the motive and the movement behind this question. Collectively, I pray that the Lord enables WE THE PEOPLE IN HIS CHURCH to continue to have hope that some of the unbalanced understanding concerning the un-relevantness-ness about Christ and His Church among “the world that Jesus died for” would begin to be remedied by LOVE.

I am not talking about “kumbaya” love… or “hippie” love… or Coca-Cola “teach the world to sing” love… but untamed, unquenchable, unbridled, unbeautified, and unsuburbanized LOVE.

It is none other than this LOVE that will allow us to overcome the obstacles of humanity, hatred, and corruption. (”none other”… meaning that this LOVE that was in Christ… and that flows from Christ is more important than our morality, our creeds, our statements of faith, our doctrines, and even our Scriptures… because what good are these things if they are not inspired, sustained, motivated, maintained, and rebuked by LOVE? Afterall… the heart of evangelism is LOVE… and LOVE is the heart of missional living. It is the LOVE that is generated by His kindness that leads the sinner to repentance and the chained to be made free.)

Therefore… this is truly a question not only to be answered on a corporate level… but more importantly… on an individual level. It has to be answered in the heart. It has to be answered by individuals who have experienced the LOVE (see: grace, peace, hope, forgiveness, completeness) of Christ. The Church cannot be motivated by LOVE apart from Christ.

Christ is at the center of this question.

And “living for the world that Jesus died for” changes our perspective (and motive) about faith, hope, and ministry to this generation of postmoderns. We cannot hope to orchestrate a re-balancing act without a firm grasp on the romance of the Gospel for “the world that Jesus died for”.

 

PRESS ON!!!

-Weav

 

(* “stuck” and “unstuck” terminology borrowed from Yaconelli in “Messy Spirituality”… one of my favorite authors and one of my favorite books…)

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.: my boy’s all growed up…

March 6th, 2007 by [r]weaver

The Landon Award... circa 2003 

Well… the preparations for the wedding of Landon Sandy and Kelsey Cox have now moved into “high gear” for Ryan V. Weaver… “Nuptual Officiator Extraordinaire”.

Today I began the process of packing for our Friday flight to San Antonio… after Amanda forced me into Kohl’s and Ross to buy some new black dress shoes and a new pale-yellow-paisleyed tie to go with the new black (with small gray pin-stripes) suit that Amanda surprised me with a few weeks ago.

I have also been preparing the words that I will speak when I am honored to stand with Landon and Kelsey as they begin their new life together. The Lord has blessed me with some great men who’ve walked this path many times before and have given me some wonderful wisdom and encouragement (including Tommy Woodard… who said… “Ryan, just remember this: You are only one who can mess this up.”).

Now I am ready to suit-up in style… and pastor with some well-woven words… but I am afraid that I am much less prepared for the emotions that are inevitably awaiting me in good ole San Antone.

In an effort to pre-process a few of these tears… let me begin relinquishing some of my thoughts to these two people that I love so dearly…  

 

Landon… There are more hilarious memories between the two of us than should legally be allowed any two straight men who love Jesus. I will save the recounting of some of those memories for another forum… and another day. Thank you for your friendship… thank you for your patience… and thank you for considering me (a mentor who has failed you many times over) worthy of this honor on your wedding day. You may not feel all “growed up”… but the wonderful “weight” of loving this woman that our Christ has blessed you with will lead you to even more maturity in the coming days. Listen to Kelsey’s wisdom. Love your bride. Protect your family as Christ protects His Church. You know that I am proud of you… and you know that I love you.

Kelsey… Thank you for entrusting me with this honor… to be involved so intimately in this precious day of unity and celebration. The moment when I will be blessed to present you and Lan as “Mr. and Mrs. Sandy” will arrive sooner than you can imagine. I know that there are yet many things in your mind that “must be done”… but remember that “His grace is enough”… and the memories WILL be amazing. Trust Landon’s heart. Love your husband. Guard your family as Christ guards His Church. I promise that I have been praying and preparing in such a way that Tommy’s fateful words would not become reality. I am proud of you. And again… thank you.

 

There… now I have a few tears tackled… and I am sure there will be many more to come…

 

PRESS ON!!!

-Weav

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.: the faith of my fathers…

March 6th, 2007 by [r]weaver

Faith of My Fathers...

Last week was quite a busy one for the Weaver family on the Eastern Shore… and blogging (unfortunately) became a casualty of that busyness. Somewhere in the midst of all the preparations for our first Parent Forum on Sunday nite (which went extremely well), all of the meetings at AMBC (as we continue preparations for the transition from the old building to the new building and from the old routines to the new routines), and all of the appointments at Starbucks with students (nothing like latte to jog some relational dialogue)… I was able to carve out some time for a quiet Saturday road trip to explore some sand that had yet to be discovered and to walk on a beach that had yet to be explored with my wife and my son… and I was able to carve out a few moments to read a new book.

There are many important lessons that I have learned over the past three years of balancing marriage and ministry. And three of them were reinforced within me during this past week of busyness. Here they are (in highly non-dramatic fashion): there is no such thing as over-prioritizing time with my wife and my son… a balanced reading routine keeps my soul fresh and helps my mind find rest… and the legacy of shepherding that has been passed to me via my great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my father is of incalculable value (and intrinsic heavy-ness).

The Lord provided a perfect book to remind me about these three lessons last week. The book is entitled “Faith of My Fathers” by Chris Seay. Chris is currently a pastor in the inner-city of Houston, Texas. He was also the founding pastor of University Baptist Church in Waco, Texas with a little known recording artist and worship leader named David Crowder (and he is also the brother of Robbie Seay). Chris is also from a family of Southern Baptist pastors… his grandfather and his father were/are both pastors in Texas. The premise behind this book was for Chris and his family to find some time to sit down and discuss life, ministry, politics, homosexuality, generational conflict, the church, marriage, some James Dobson, depression, money, and family. The pages of this book catalog this discussion among men who share the same blood and the same vocational Calling.

Chris’ familial legacy in vocational ministry is similar (in some ways… certainly not all) to my own… and his words were well-timed at this unprecedented phase in my life.

Several years ago, while I was the youth pastor at First Baptist in Cartwright, Oklahoma… I decided to attend the annual business meeting for Bryan Baptist Association. While listening to the run-of-the-mill proposals and yearly reports that were rank-and-file-in-line with Roberts’ Rules of Order… something that was not on the agenda grabbed my attention. My eyes were pulled away from the line-up of preachers sharing their reports from behind the Mead Baptist pulpit to the black-and-white booklet that was in my hands… and a name… stood out from the endless list of names in the “Historical Table” who had served as the annual Clerk for the Bryan Association. The name was Houston Boydstun. It was listed there five times (1947-1951) among all of the others who had served in that capacity from as far back as 1911. The name was unnoticed by the 150 or so in attendance at that meeting… but the implications of that name have resonated in my heart ever since.

When I read my great-grandfather’s name in that list… for me… there was nothing else that needed to be said in that meeting. God had spoken clearly. Quietly I excused myself and stepped through the side-exit of the auditorium and into the parking lot… where I completely fell apart. Up until that moment… I had been exercising my voacation with the understanding that my Calling was unique and (in some way) separated from the Call that had been placed upon my fathers. The reality of the Story that God had been telling in my family for generations (and generations) was more than I could handle alone. I remember sitting in my truck outside Mead Baptist with my Dad on the phone… and I remember crying together because of the value and the responsibility and the weight of the Story… and the legacy.

I was never able to meet my great-grandfather in person, but the stories of faith and love and character that he is remembered by make me proud to share his blood and his legacy. The life that I have shared with my G-Dad and my Dad as they have taught, preached, coached, mentored, and instructed those that they have encountered in their journey has helped me to better understand the value (and the heavy-ness) of this Call that has been placed upon my soul. Every day that I am able to follow the Call of the God who writes His Story on the hearts and lives of man… is a day that I am blessed to embrace the legacy that He has granted me… and my family… and my brother… and my sisters… and my children… and my son.

 

.: Faith of My Fathers by Chris Seay :.

Dude… this book is solid. I cannot speak enough about the style, encouragment, and truth that I found on the pages of this book. Here are only a few of the many memorable quotes that I discovered within…

 

+ Weaver’s favorite “Faith of My Fathers” quotes:

     -”Pastors don’t give many answers– they just hold your hand, pray, shed tears, and join in the laughter at the right times. They remind people that they are not alone in the universe, that God is with them, and that God has sent a servant to be with them.” (p.35)

     -”The people who are the most mature are the people who bend for the immature. We are supposed to be flexible for the non-believers, and in reality that is just not happening… Those who are supposed to be the most mature– who have been in the faith the longest– are the most inflexible. They are the ones that don’t want to bend. I just don’t want to be that way as I get older. ” (p.43)

     -”The simultaneous call of being a husband, father, son, brother, friend, and pastor is often too overwhelming for a person to do all of them well.” (p.67)

     -”We often bemoan the decline of morality in our land as if we can expect something different from a decreasingly post-Christian population. I am not an ambassador for morality, nor do I long to see the world become a more moral place. I want to see people come to faith in God, and only after they have come to faith will they see their entire lives transformed.” (p.148)

     -”The church should refocus on the gospel instead of the culture wars. It is to our shame that we point out sin to our culture knowing that without the power of Christ, they are ill-equipped to change their lives. Instead, let us speak the love of Christ by loving all people.” (p.148)

     -”Christ alone is perfect. Though you may strive to be holy as he is holy, you will not achieve it. Reveal your struggles to those who journey with you; they are snapshots of redemption.” (p.173) 

 

PRESS ON!!!

-Weav

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