what i don’t know i’m teaching

One thing I’ve enjoyed about my relationship with my parents as I’ve moved from youth to college to adulthood is the transition toward working out how parents and children can be friends as adults. It takes a little transition from when parents had disciplinary obligations to now when they’ve got wisdom and perspective and such that we would do well to listen to. In particular, I’ve enjoyed their self-reflection in light of our children arriving. 

Case in point: One self-reflection of my dad’s upon the birth of my son (my oldest child) was, “I never worried about what I knew I was teaching you; I was worried about what I didn’t know I was teaching you.” In other words, what we teach on purpose is just that—on purpose. What is passed along because it is “caught” rather than “taught,” as they say, is poweful for the same reason it is nerve-racking. What is “caught” is happening at the intuitive, almost subconscious level. I appreciated dad sharing that self-awareness. It’s helpful to try and unearth the unrealized assumptions that shape our words and actions and thinking on life. 

A recent article from John Ortberg in Leadership Journal, “Your Hidden Curriculum,” examines this dynamic with church ministry as the reference point. The point is the same. What we teach intentionally reveals what we think we value; what we teach unintentionally reveals what values actually order and direct us. 

It seems to me that this is a helpful piece of self-examination for interpersonal relationships, teaching (be it in the areas of spirituality, academics, life), and organizational leadership. Those are the big three for me.

“i want bono”

A couple of weeks ago, I decided to slip a U2 cd in while taking my three year-old son to pre-school. I think it was All That You Can’t Leave Behind. In any event, inquisitive lad that he is, he asked me, “Daddy, who’s this singing?”

“Bono,” I replied. “Do you like Bono?”

“Yeah.”

Fast forward.

Some days later I attempt to put another cd on while in the car with Ben. “Is this Bono?”

“No. It’s somebody else.”

“Daddy, I want Bono.” So I put in The Joshua Tree. May as well do it right, you know?

Then last week, Abby tells me about this bedtime exchange regarding his bedtime music…

“Mommy, who we listening to?”

“Kenny Loggins.” (It is a nice children’s music album)

“Mommy, I want Bono.”

“I’m sorry, Ben. This is what we have.”

“I want Bono.”

Can’t blame the boy for trying.

yikes ike!

Alrighty… It’s been a while, but between kids that haven’t been sleeping and dodging Hurricane Ike, I’ve hit a dry patch writing here. Hoping to get back “online” this week.

i’m a dad again…

Olivia Mallory Williams was born July 21 at 9:11pm. 9 lbs, 20 inches long.

So, I’m a dad for the third time–a boy and two girls. Great stuff, now to get some rest… ha ha.

UPDATE: Abby and Olivia are home. Ben and Ellie are totally thrilled about the new sister. A pic taken while in the hospital is on my facebook profile now, in the right column.

And thanks to all for your kind words and blessings!

further thoughts on balancing family and ministry

Thanks for all for the comments on the previous post of the Leadership Journal interview. I too thought that the quote lifted concerning sacrificing family for ministry or ministry for family was misguided and disturbing. The second half of the sentence about the former pastor’s concern that this generation was sacrificing ministry on the altar of family rang hollow and seemed like something that only someone guilty of the reverse was likely to think of.

If you didn’t check out the pingback from my friend Rick’s blog, check out his commentary there too.

Hitting on several of the concerns raised here… I think some (even many) of us are thinking about two main things in our efforts to conceive of and set healthy boundaries concerning our faithfulness to Christ regarding our families and our ministries. One is that we’ve heard plenty of commentary from folks at or after retirement who say something like, “No one looks back and wishes they’d attended more meetings or spent less time with their families.” Well, we’re trying to take that very good point into consideration on the front end.

Another is that, as Songbird mentioned, part of ministry is modeling healthy stewardship of one’s relationships and responsibilities in life. Pastors (and others in ministry leadership) do not get it right all the time, but if they are not on a journey of meaningfully endeavoring to get it right as much as possible, that’s not a good thing. Plenty of folks are not being faithful stewards of the relationships and work in their life. A significant part of ministry is not just what we do but who we are. We dare not reject modelling another way to be simply to keep up with the rat race around us.

Finally, I am still waiting for the book on planting a church or renewing a church and experiencing exceptional growth in both numbers and mission and discipleship, etc, that does not have to either recommend unhealthy (thus non-gospel?) work/family habits or that does not include an apology or admission of neglect of healthy boundaries and relationships. Not to slam on persons who have contributed much to us from sharing their leadership gifts and experiences openly, but I think it worth mentioning that we don’t have a lot of models of doing this with the same excellence in attention to family and relational health as is given to quality programming and experiences of persons newly encountering the church.

Thanks for chiming in on the first post… More thoughts?

AN ADDITION: I do know at least one pastor in our conference who planted and grew a large church (a couple thousand in worship attendance) who has a reputation for his diligence in setting strong boundaries concerning family and ministry, or rather, family and work. Part of that, he has said, involves shaping healthier, more balanced expectations from the outset.

interview on balancing family and ministry

Anybody else run across this interview on balancing family and ministry? A pastor’s kid (PK) who’s now a pastor and raising PK’s of his own, and a guy whose wife is a PK who is now raising PK’s of his own.

“Ministry in the Middle” from Leadership Journal

Here’s an interesting line from one of the answers. The father tells his son, the interviewee, “my generation failed in that we tended to sacrifice family on the altar of ministry. I fear your generation is sacrificing ministry on the altar of family.”

Thoughts on the whole article and/or this line?

a spirituality of potty training

We are on day eight of “this time we’re really sticking with it and getting the boy potty trained.” It’s going well. He’s becoming far more in tune with his body. Help me, Daddy! I goin’I goin’!

He isn’t really going yet, but he will soon and, in any event, he knows that request is sure to jolt us from what we’re doing and command our partnership in this bold enterprise we’ve called him to.

And we’ve become more adept at helping him do the necessary tasks himself. That’s it. Thumbs around the waistband and pull down. Good job! Okay, now sit down on the potty…

We are determined to do everything we can to help this transition from diapers to underwear happen. After all, our third child will be arriving in a couple of weeks and we need someone out of diapers. Plus, his church dayschool program requires the three-year-olds to be potty trained. The time is now.

This past week has me thinking about what we might call a spirituality of potty training. Since this is our first, we have no experience in getting someone potty trained. Likewise, he’s never been potty trained before and cannot hold our hands through the process. There is plenty of guesswork to go around about how to fulfill our role as parents faithfully in this business of using the potty just as he is trying to figure out how to accomplish one more step toward the ultimate status distinction for someone in his position: “big boy.” (I a big boy, Daddy. Yes, you sure are.) There is indeed ignorance and vulnerability on both sides as together we learn what it takes to make this work.

Is this not in some respect like Christian community? I’m thankful that we have experts to help guide us, but most of us are still charged with walking together through all sorts of, well, crap in life that we aren’t sure how to navigate properly. We want to grow up in our faith and our faithfulness and most of our companions on this journey are not with us due to their expertise but because of a common path and guide. Therefore, most of those walking alongside us–those who continue with us after the experts, helpful as they are, have prescribed remedies and told us to go forth and practice them–may be just as ignorant of how to get there, and therefore vulnerable, as we are. But we do walk together. We live with the ignorance and vulnerability we share, even if we do so with all the awkwardness of parents potty training their first child. And what we seem to come back to is more or less the only approach that seems to be working for us and our son this past week: patience, continued focus on where we’re going together, encouragement through the journey, and kindness.

Much, much grace and kindness.

back in texas

I’m back from a couple of weeks away in eastern Ohio, where my wife grew up and where my in-laws live. It was a great time. Eastern Ohio is a beautiful place–rolling hills and pretty farmland, Amish country, the Cuyahoga Valley. But I’m glad to be back. While away, I experienced a little of Abby’s life growing as a preacher’s kid. Her dad is a UM pastor in the East Ohio Annual Conference. She grew up going to Lakeside–a community on Lake Erie near the town of Marblehead, Ohio–with her family for their Annual Conference meeting in June. Until going with her this year, I had a hard time imagining what it would be like. She spoke of what fun the clergy kids had riding bikes and playing together at Annual Conference. Our meetings are held in a large church in Houston. We’ve recently moved our meetings to The Woodlands UMC just north of Houston, who do a good job of providing activities for younger children, but it is still a suburb, and not a retreat facility. By contrast, at Lakeside we spent everyday taking the kids to the park, the pier, a cool little downtown with shops and eating spots, and for walks along a lakeside path.

I now see why Abby has such great memories of attending Annual Conference as a kid and hope to make Lakeside a tradition for our family as well.

eleanor virginia williams

Ellie – 1 day old.
We’re home from the hospital (for a couple of days now) and doing well. As our friend Sean said after a few months of having a second child, “Two is more that one plus one.” It’s great, but I do think I’ll understand that statement more and more.

she’s here!

Eleanor Virginia Williams (aka Ellie) arrived at 11:53 a.m., on Friday, December 22, 2006

Stats: 9 lbs 10 oz 20 3/4 inches long. She was 10 days early. Her brother Ben was 5 days early and was 10 lbs 3 oz. I told her if she’d had those extra 5 days he got to bake, she’d have taken him hands down.

We’re home from the hospital now; mom and baby girl are doing great. Prayers are quite welcome.

Pics to come.

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