Archive for December, 2011

December 6, 2011

the other december 4 birthday

I would say “my daddy loves me and he’ll never go away”
Bull****, do you even remember December’s my birthday?

Jay-Z, Where Have You Been

Today is December 6, but for one more day this site will remain stuck on December 4. But it’s my site so I can do whatever I want. Plus, my boy Marty has a fly DeLorean that helps when there’s too much awesome to cram into one day.

December 4 just gets crowded. Elli’s birthday. Last year Oregon was playing Oregon State for a birth in the Natty. And every year since the day in 1969 that Fred Hampton was murdered, it’s been Shawn Corey Carter’s birthday.

Not that I often celebrate or care about celebrity birthdays, but Jay-Z has so woven the date into his lyrics that it’s hard to forget. That, and depending on your opinion of Jeff Bridges, he is the most famous person to share a birthday with my daughter. So the whole thing is highlighted in my brain.

My feelings on Jay-Z regarding his place in my pantheon of favorite rappers are a mixed bag. On the one hand, he’s at his best when he’s articulating what it was like to grow up without a father. To me, it’s one of his greatest contributions to the rap game, because few do it as well as he does. And with his broad appeal, there’s a lot of value in his ability and willingness to really dig into the emotions of growing up without an active father.

I had to lace up my boots even harder. Father is too far away to father.

–Jay-Z, So Ambitious

From a sociological standpoint, the issue of fatherlessness in the urban core amongst African Americans was one of the most pressing issues. That was one of my biggest takeaways from my time in urban ministry. There are certainly a lot of issues to address in urban ministry, but when you strengthen families it makes it a lot easier to chip away at the other problems*. I appreciate how Jay-Z digs into that issue, and hope that hie lyrics serve as a kind of advocacy for the problem of fatherlessness in America.

*The other most pressing issues on my list: education, safety and both economic/racial segregation. The third is especially of concern for me when looking at church demographics and housing patterns.

On a personal level, they do just that. They remind me that my duties as a father to former orphans are important. They serve as a cautionary warning that when I don’t handle my parenting responsibility with the utmost intentionality and seriousness that the repercussions can be incredibly damaging. They are the constant whisper that of all of the titles I might accumulate over the years, “Dad” is one of the most important.

 

Not that there aren’t opportunities to critique Jay-Z’s body of work. I agree with Chuck D’s assessment that Watch the Throne was incredibly disappointing on a lyrical in that it was little more than a swag album. While it realized it’s commercial and ear-candy potential, it fell flat when it came to the opportunity to make a statement. And therein lies the fundamental weakness with Jay-Z’s body of work. Much like the American Church, Jay-Z masterfully outlines problems with this life, but leans too much on themes of self-destructive themes of over-indulgence to cement his stature and place in society. Unlike the American Church however, he’s unapologetically self-aware.

Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense (But I did five mil) I ain’t been rhymin like Common since.

–Jay-Z, Moment of Clarity

Renew and Restore

 

 

 

 

December 5, 2011

six

When we came back from Ethiopia last week, we were thrown back into the middle of a number of different things. Work (I was back in the office 13 hours after arriving home). Christmas (It’s a crazy feeling to leave the country before Thanksgiving, come back almost a week later and find yourself thrust headlong into the holiday season). Sports (I leave the country for a week and they solve the NBA lockout).

And family.

We didn’t take our kids with us to Ethiopia. Our itinerary was ambitious for adults, and just plain undoable for two little ones. The whole time we were over there, our heart was torn. So happy to be meeting our daughter. Longing to see our two kids back home.

There was mutual joy when we were reunited with our kiddos here in the States, and from the moment we hit the ground it was back to the task or ordering their lives. Perhaps the most pressing priority on the to-do list was that of organizing birthday celebrations for our oldest daughter, who turned six yesterday.

The sixth birthday is a big birthday. As I noted on Facebook , the idea that my daughter is now six freaks me out because she’s over half-way to puberty. I did middle school ministry for a few years, so I’ve been to that mountaintop. It makes me break out in a cold sweat just thinking about taming that beast.

Simultaneously, there’s the sadness of realizing time is flying. We adopted Elli a little over 5 years ago, and in a lot of ways it feel like yesterday. In another blink we will have hit double digits, two blinks after that she will be an adult. Thus is parenting. You yearn for the time when your children will be a tad more independent, but know that it’s a process that leads to a place where you look longingly back toward these days of unbridled childhood.

And then there’s the theme I come back to every time Elli has a birthday: transformation. She is one of the greatest living metaphors on the theme that I will ever come encounter. This was highlighted when we were spending time at orphanages last week, and I was stunned at how well developed the infants were compared to Elli’s developmental level when we brought her home. As a 9-month old she couldn’t sit up, couldn’t play with toys and was still on a newborn sleeping/eating schedule. We look back at pictures of her when we were staying in Vietnam awaiting her US visa, and we see that our opinion of her health and overall coping ability was greatly tainted by our New Parent Optimism and general lack of experience with kids.

Six short years later she’s in a completely different place. Every year on her birthday I pause and allow myself to revel in how remarkable the transformation has been. She runs and jumps and sings and dances and bosses her brother around like any big sister should. She throws herself into school and has developed into quite the little gymnast.

What it all brings me back to every year is that our lives aren’t meant to be static. And when Christians talk about the power of God to change and transform lives, there is a process that is intended there where God does amazing things in and through us. Our adoption into the family of God is so much more than just inheritance, it is thriving in the context of family and love and self-understanding and God-understanding.

It’s life to the full.

And not that that life is always perfect. But it’s a life that is always changing, and always molding us along this trajectory of what it means to really be a child of God.

People have told us that Elli is lucky to have us, but truth be told we are luckier to have her.

Renew and Restore

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