I Will Never Meet Your Expectations: The Story of a Bonafide Screw-up

I reviewed my list of past blog topics the other day and felt it necessary to address a glaring reality:  I am an expert at not following my own advice.

Christians will never live up to your expectations.  I will never live up to your expectations.  If you knew me, you would know that I have failed you on a daily basis.  I have failed you in the past, and I will fail you in the future.  

I believe this is part of the reason why the church has suffered so much loss.  Secular progressives have successfully ascribed the perception of perfection to the Christian population.  So when we mess up, they are quick to point out how we are flawed and, therefore, unauthentic and hypocritical.  You cannot look to us as examples of perfection.  You have to look at God.

The bible was not written as a law book for Christian living.  It was written so that sin might be exposed and a Savior might be revealed.  If anything, as the Christian reads through the bible, he comes to an understanding of how pathetic a human being he really is.  He realizes the need for a Savior. 

Those who make an attempt at earthly perfection through strict adherence to biblical law have missed the mark entirely.  Perfection is unattainable.  Only one man was able to achieve perfection and that was Jesus Christ.  He died so that you would not perish for being wholly imperfect.

So as I write on the topics of marriage, communication, religion, politics, pride, moral issues, and randomness, know that I have failed miserably in every regard.

This Christmas, I am thankful that God chose to send His son to die in my stead.  Because of Him, my imperfection becomes perfection.  There will never be enough thanks and my own works will never suffice.  His sacrifice was more than enough.

Secular Extremism: The New Religion of Nothingness

A Douglas County [Colorado] charter school will no longer participate in a Christmas donation program for disadvantaged children because of the threat of a lawsuit. “The issue is not the gift, but the religious message that comes along with it, which acts as a catch for the generosity,” says Kimberly Saviano.

Christianity is under a full-frontal attack by secular extremists.  Every waking moment is spent at the drawing board figuring out new ways to wipe God’s name off the face of the earth.  Remember when “Merry Christmas” fell under attack?  Now, you’d be hard pressed to find a commercial on television highlighting our beloved traditional greeting and the actual meaning of the day has been all but erased from the pages of our history books. As the years have passed, retail outlets have quietly abandoned “Merry Christmas” in favor of “Happy Holidays.”  Spineless, to say the least.  

Photo By: The Atheist Antidote

The [school Academy] story I mentioned above is merely one small example out of the thousands I could mention.  I bring light to it because this case is unraveling right next door.  The American Humanist Association has threatened to sue the SkyView Academy for collecting shoeboxes filled with toys, candy, and hygiene items for distribution to children around the world.  The Samaritan’s Purse, a non-denominational Christian organization, is responsible for the distribution of these shoeboxes.  SkyView students are not required to participate.

Let me say it like this:  The American Humanist Association wants to sue the school for contributing to a charity because the facilitating organization is a non-denominational Christian church.  They would rob children of these gifts because they are collected and distributed by a Christian organization.

Do you feel any steam coming out of your ears?  If the answer is yes, then do something about it!  Brave parents held a rally on public property around the school and collected shoeboxes in spite of the decision to cancel this charity event.  Five-hundred boxes were collected.  

Don’t think it affects you?  The war on Christianity is going to land right on your doorstep and it’ll be uglier than a flaming bag of dog turds.  Remove your head from underneath the social media blinders long enough to read the paper and take a good look at what is going on. 

I understand the comfort that exists in the reclusive life we create through online mediums.  It allows us to escape the evil of this world.  Just remember that the atrocities merely expand as your head remains buried in the sand.  It doesn’t stop.

Stand up!  Say something!  Get involved!  You’re being steam-rolled by a minority of people who believe in absolutely nothing and it doesn’t have to happen.

Watch this video entitled "One Nation Under Atheism (Founding Faith)" by Brock Lawley.

Thanks for stayin' with me here today.

Steven

Psalm 14 v. 1 says, “The fool says in his heart, ‘There is no God.’  They are corrupt, they do abominable deeds, there is none who does good.”

John 3 v. 18-19 says, “Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God. And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil.”

Lets See Some Identification: Why Church "Membership" is Counter-Christ

     I’ve been checking out a few local church websites over the last few weeks and made a startling discovery.  Churches with high attendance who employ pastors with Ph.D’s in theology have a “membership” stipulation for those who might seek regular attendance.  I was even more surprised to find that one of my favorite speakers imposes the same stipulation at his church.  One statement, found within the “Membership FAQ’s,” states, “If you’re not a member, then you’re technically a guest that remains to a certain extent separated from our church family, and separated from the maturity, protection, accountability, and care that comes with being an active part of the church.”  Continued, “in short, the difference between a member and a non-member is that members are ‘on mission.”  As I mentioned a moment ago, churches within my own city have followed suit.  

     Startling, saddening, and humorous all at once.  I picture heavily muscled men at the door checking ID’s and membership cards.  While the guests are motioned toward the nosebleed seats, members take their place in the front row.

     When Jesus gave His [Sermon on the Mount], I am pretty sure the disciples were not milling through the crowd with connection cards in an effort to procure members.  The crowd was present because they wanted to hear what Jesus had to say.  Many left “on mission.”  And guess what?  They weren’t members.

     What a disheartening stain on the face of Christianity.  Religion defined in its purest form, I suppose.  Pastors:  if you have been called into ministry, then do what you do best; lead people to Christ!  Police officers do what they do because they love what they do.  They know they won’t be getting rich any time soon, but they protect and serve with passion.  How is it any different for you?  If you have to ensure a steady income and a steady stream of volunteers through “church membership” then you have missed the point of being in the presence of God when two or more are gathered.

     Lastly, I would like to sincerely thank all of the pastors and churches who have not imposed membership criteria on their congregations.  Thank you for letting the parishioners sit within your sanctuary obligation free.  And NO, this is not a copout argument.  You cannot say that only members are generous with their time and treasure.  I would argue that "guests" are just as valuable.  

     For the non-believer:  Christ never said you have to be a “member” of anything.  Romans 10 v. 9 says, “Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”  Furthermore, John 5 v. 24 says, “Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life.”  And you can never forget John 3:16.

    

     File under: RANT

                                          Steven

My Stingy Wallet - The Story of a Bum Who Exposed my Selfishness

Quick Statistics:  January-2013

* 11,167 people are homeless in Denver

* 43% are women

* 62% are adults with children

* 25.4% are newly homeless

* A mother with an infant child living in Denver County would need to earn $15.51/hour working full time ($32,760/year) to make ends meet.

* 1 in 5 Colorado households cannot afford to make ends meet

(Information obtained from http://mdhi.org)

The issue of homelessness has always weighed heavily on my mind.  I, like many others, am guilty of avoiding eye contact with the individual on the corner holding a sign which lists the details of their particular situation.  Why?  Because I am in love with my wallets' contents.  

Are you like me?  Whenever someone asks me for some spare change I run through a list of reasons why I "can't afford" to empty the dimes and nickels from my pocket.  Ten minutes later, I will walk into the convenience store and purchase a $1.69 bottle of Dr. Pepper.

Then, my mind will dutifully remind me that this person will likely spend the money I give them on drugs or alcohol.    

I remember when I broke away from that train of thought.  I happened to be watching a comedian who was speaking on the topic of homelessness.  He said, "when you give a homeless guy a pocket full of change what do you think he is going to do with it?  Go make a deposit in his bank account?" 

Homelessness brings light to my selfishness.  This is an area of weakness in my life.  I love my things.  I am attached to my things.  I work hard for my things and I only want to share what I have with my family.

Matthew 25 v. 42-45 says, "For I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not clothe me, sick and in prison and you did not visit me. Then they also will answer, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?' Then he will answer them, saying, Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me."

I am also reminded of the man who Jesus told to sell everything he owned and follow Him. The guy couldn't do it.  He was attached to his stuff.  Just like I am.  Just like you are.

I used the word "bum" because that is what I used to call them (the term has long been removed from my vocabulary).  In my mind, they were all lazy addicts who merely want to live off the taxpayer dime.  There is some truth in this statement.  2/3 of homeless people report that drugs and/or alcohol were a major reason for their becoming homeless and there are people who have no drive to get a job.  

Addiction does exist among the homeless population.  I would argue that this does not give us an excuse to love them less nor should we let these individuals cast an example over the entire homeless population.  There are several top reasons why someone might be homeless including economic crisis.  And you know firsthand we are seeing a lot of that right now.

I'd like to encourage you to watch the attached interview with Chicago resident Ronald Davis (see link below) who was homeless as of this year.  

As I watched Ronald's story, I couldn't help but think about my own need for grace.  We are all broken in one way or another.  Romans 3 v. 20-24 says, "For by works of the law no human being will be justified in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin. The Righteousness of God Through Faith but now the righteousness of God has been manifested apart from the law, although the Law and the Prophets bear witness to it— the righteousness of God through faith in Jesus Christ for all who believe. For there is no distinction: for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus."

We should be engaging the homeless population as Christ would have.  Talk with them.  Their stories will move you.

See Ronald Davis' story HERE.

The Little Girl Dreams Big

The Little Girl Dreams Big

by: Steven S. Press

I used to watch the elderly couple hold hands at the park.  They’d kiss and they’d snuggle from afternoon until dark.

And when it was time to go home for the night, her eyes would meet his under the brilliant moonlight. 

I’d watch the boy chase the girl and he’d present to her a rose, and she’d respond to his gesture with a punch to the nose.

I laughed as she giggled and turned to run away, he was hot on her heels and eager to play.

These are the things that define beauty for me, their love and innocence seem so delicately free.

I can’t help but think of my son as he aged, and I cherish every memory with each passing day.

My boy is my world, he’s my strength, he’s my rock, and I’d give him the world, even turn back the clock...

To read him another story or take a walk by the lake, and we’d sing one more song for killing time’s sake.

I’ve been through rough patches, lost all that I’ve owned, had an affair with the bottle and struck out on my own.

I’d think about my son and all the time that we’d spend, and I’d pray to the Lord that this would come to an end.

I worked my way back and made a life for myself, with my dog and my cats as I’ve been nursed back to health.

As I look out the window of this quaint little shack, I can’t help but smile as I start to unpack...

All the dreams and desires my mind bore as a girl, as I’d run from the boy who simply wanted to whirl.

I know that he’s out there, I might accept that red rose, and walk down the aisle in white as the story it goes.

Until that day I am happy, I’m free, and I’ll live life to the fullest until I cease to be.

Your Meal Meant the World to Me

The power of a meal is amazing. In the early days, a family would break bread with friends as a genuine showing of true love and affection.  The traditional meal wasn’t what it has become today where everyone makes a brief appearance at the coffee table for a few bites only to run off minutes later.  Friends would eat at a table and spend hours together in celebration.  I love this traditional view of a meal shared with others.  I think about that whenever Heather and I hang out with other families.  

This brings me to another point.  We have been blessed to have numerous families deliver meals after every one of our babies were born.  I never knew this tradition existed until Ivy (our first) was born.  I remember receiving a bunch of calls from friends asking if they could bring us dinner.  I didn’t understand what was going on.  As the days [after the birth] rolled by and our bodies went into zombie mode, I started to understand the priceless gesture that many were willing to extend.  I would have rather secured a few minutes worth of sleep then throw a corndog in the microwave.  It all started to add up.  

Those meals were delicious.  It also felt like those who brought them were sharing an important part of their own lives.  Many took the time to make traditional family recipes.  Others brought burritos and items from our favorite restaurants.  I could sense a feeling of fulfillment as they passed the trays over to us.  And if any of you are reading this, I wanted to tell you that every last scrap was consumed in full.

As a new parent [three times], these particular acts of kindness stand out in my mind.  The impact has been so great, that Heather has signed up to bring meals to new parents on multiple occasions. 

Numerous churches have sign-ups available for the delivery of meals to new parents.  If you have the ability to make a good meal, or even buy an amazing burrito, I would encourage you to sign up.  The value of this particular act can be measured in the eyes of the new parents when you make your delivery.  

Elden's Broken Heart

We brought our little guy home from the hospital today.  He was born on Sunday, August 11, 2013, at 9:50 PM.  Elden is the third and final addition to this little family of ours.  If you ask me, I’d say he rounds it all out perfectly.  My little man.  

Whenever people used to ask me if I wanted a boy or a girl, I would always say that it didn’t matter, as long as he/she was healthy.  I even wrote “Healthy” on the {Wish List} board in the delivery room.  All of the tests and monitoring suggested that it would be so.

The pediatric doctors discovered a murmur.  Murmurs are quite common among babies who arrive a little earlier than scheduled and are also quite common amongst newborns in higher altitude areas.  Their words were reassuring and I did my best to stay away from the Google search page (WebMD).

To be on the safe side, the doctor ordered an echocardiogram (ultrasound) for Elden to ensure that the issue could be nailed down as an innocent murmur.  I learned something new today during the scan.  Doctors have the best poker faces ever. 

We learned that God built Elden’s heart a little differently than other babies.  Elden has Tetralogy of Fallot which means that there are four abnormalities, or defects, in his little heart.  This includes an enlarged aorta, a thickened muscle wall (right ventricle), a hole in the muscle wall separating the right and left ventricles, and a narrow outflow tract.  Essentially, the heart is working harder to get blood where it needs to go.  

As I mentioned above, the doctor had a great poker face but his voice couldn’t help but break as he revealed that our little guy would have to have open-heart surgery in the near future to fix the abnormalities flashing before my eyes on the ultrasound scanner.

I can handle a lot of things.  Stress, pain, loss, defeat, or whatever.  It takes everything in me to hold it together when it comes to harm or pain as it relates to my children.  As a dad, I feel as though I should be able to fix anything as well as protect my children from any harm that might come their way.  I hate feeling completely helpless.  So as I stood in front of the doctor, I felt as though he might see all the worldly definitions of what it takes to “be a man” falling from my face into a dusty pile right at his feet.  At least that is what my face felt like.

The human mind always defaults to the worst-case scenario.  Mine did today.  How could it not?  This happens to five out of every ten thousand babies.  We are a part of the statistic. 

I’ve had a chance to sit on this for most of the day.  Although this condition isn’t what you would normally like to discover as you’re waiting for your discharge papers, I don’t really think I’d have it any other way. 

Elden was made from the best parts that Heather and I could muster.  God formed every moving part within Elden’s little shell including his unique heart.  God also made minds so brilliant that they will be able to delicately place tools into his chest and fix all of these abnormalities.

My son is perfect, broken heart or not.  He is perfect to me.  He is perfect to Heather.  And he is perfect in God’s eyes.

Although the prognosis is good, we are scared.  I guess that is sort of a natural reaction, right?  Heather and I are asking for your prayers.  We serve a very powerful God and place all faith in His plan for our little boy.  We would appreciate prayers for healing and for peace until we walk out of the hospital from a successful surgery.

[As of right now, we don’t know when the surgery will be.  We have to watch for specific warning signs and will be attending monthly check-ups.  The doctors would like to stretch it out for as long as he can go.  They’d like him to have as much strength and weight as possible before they do the surgery.  Until then, we pray, and we shower him with love.]

Thank You.  Sincerely. 

Steven S. Press 

The Story of These Tattoos (Part 1) - Love and Heartbreak

I collected my first tattoo around 1999.  I had been in the band for a very short period of time and felt that the next natural step in the right direction would be to secure a music themed tattoo.  I suppose I should be talking about my first tattoo since this is my first entry but I simply wasn’t in the mood to write about the subject matter.  So, instead, I am going to cover my Love/Heartbreak pieces.

Most of my work has come from one of my best friends, Chris Winn, out of Los Angeles, California.    The four pieces I will be speaking of today were amongst the first tattoos I received.  All of these pieces hold a vast collection of memories.  None represent a single instance or experience.

Love and Heartbreak: Birds and Defeated Birds  

I know I have spoken of these things before so I’ll try not to beat a dead bush. 

“Love” and heartbreak were ever-present in my younger years.  I think I had been involved in a few relationships where I put forth a lot of effort and it never seemed to pay off.  I remember being overly nice, probably to the point of being annoying.  Cards, flowers, surprises, dates, presents, poems, and on and on and on.  In retrospect, I think I was an overachiever because I wanted someone to adore me in return.  Unrelenting adoration (from a girl) was something I had never experienced and I felt that this feeling would complete me in some way.  I remember one of those relationships ended in infidelity (on her end), and the rest just seemed to dissolve for whatever reason.

I remember, as time went on, I lost interest in putting forth a sincere effort to be the nice guy.  I adopted the attitude that “nice guys finish last” and began to enter relationships without putting much on the line.  If I didn’t throw all my cards on the table, then I’d still have a better hand when the girl decided to fold.  My losses would be minimal.  In my mind, at the time, I had already suffered enough.

This season brought about a newly found confidence and cockiness that I had never held before.  It probably helped that I was in a band that was doing really well at the time.  The increase in confidence brought about a whole different caliber of women into my life.  While some might have been jealous or even proud that I was able to hang out with some of these people, I found that these new relationships tended to be completely meaningless.

The temporary relationships that I entered as a cocky, confident young man were based solely on physical attraction and Southern California glamour.  Personality wasn’t in the back seat; it was in the trunk hidden under a blanket.  The relationships existed because of who I was or how much fun we could conjure up in Hollywood on a Saturday night.

I remember one particular evening we were hanging out at the Skybar after we had just showcased for some majors at the Viper Room.  I approached an attractive lady and asked if I could buy her a drink.  She immediately asked me what kind of car I drove.  This very instance was what drove me away from superficial relationships.  I remember being stunned.  I told her that I drove a ’71 Ford Pinto.  Darin was unable to contain the mouthful of drink he had just swigged and it all ended up on one of the cushions by the pool.  I walked away laughing in amazement.

This particular instance was really the end of the story as it relates to these four tattoos.  I would later go on to become a bigger screw up and then the luckiest man on earth when I met and married my wife Heather.  For those of you who follow my blogs you know of what it is that I am speaking of.  

In a nutshell:

A heart and two sparrows holding a banner containing the word “Love.”  

This tattoo represents the relationships I have taken part in from the past.  As I sit here thinking about it, I find it funny how the definition of this word has changed for me over time.  Back then it was something I said and thought I meant.  These days, love is something I do on a daily basis.

A broken heart and two sparrows pierced by arrows holding a banner with the word “Heartbreak.”  One sparrow lying in a pool of blood.

This tattoo represents those same relationships that tore me apart at the time.  There is nothing like the pain of rejection and the severe sting of loss. 

Pin-up girl with a halo and angel wings holding a banner that says “Dreams Come True.”

I have always explained this piece as “You think you meet the girl of your dreams.”

Pin-up girl with horns, bat wings, fishnets, and a dress with flames.  

I always followed up with “....and then she stomps on your heart.”  The phrase “Sadness Prevails” can be seen over the top of her head.  I respectfully borrowed this term from a band called No Motiv.  Their record, “And the Sadness Prevails,” was my favorite at the time.  If you haven’t heard it you need to check it out. 

Again, the two pin-ups are general representations of those girls.

Until next time.

Steven

Public Education v. Homeschooling

There has been a lot of discussion regarding the differences between public education and home schooling.  Many from the religious right are demonizing the public school system as a center for brainwashing our youth. 

I am sure that there are many teachers employed within the public school system who will not see eye to eye with my particular set of religious beliefs.  They will emphasize evolution over creation.  They will not mention God, and they may even side with left-wing ideologies that I don’t particularly agree with.  I think this has always been the case.  It would be safe to say that this occurs more these days than back in the early 1900’s.

I can also say I am certain that the public school system employs teachers who hold the exact same faith that I do.  After all, God doesn’t call every single person of faith to the pulpit or into the mission fields of Mexico.  Driscoll said it best.  [Loosely quoted] “We need less pastors and more people working normal every day jobs within society.”

I’m straying from my point as I always seem to do.  As I mentioned above, the religious right has been emphasizing the need for Christians to either home school our children, or send them to a private Christian school.  I think there are important factors not being considered.

If the parent plays an active role in the lives of their children then the issues brought forth by those who demonize the public school system become void.  How many strong Christians do you know who have graduated from the public school system?  I know a lot.  They plowed through school with honors and hold strong Christian values to this day.  There are others who had ups and downs.  Who doesn’t?  It’s grade school.  I can be included in this statistic.  Most of us regained our foothold.  Others did not.

Secondly, why are we putting undue pressure on parents with circumstances that are far different than those who can either afford to put their children through private school or live off one-salary to support a homeschooling household?  Private school costs are high.  And a one-salary household in 2013?    

Good parents feel enough pressure as it is.  We toil to provide everything our children need (emotionally and financially).  Many times, this means that both parents work to pay the bills with little free time of their own.  In the end, there is not enough time to dedicate to our child’s’ scholastic success, nor is there enough money left over to pay for private grade school education.

So what’s up with the guilt trip?

I don’t have anything against homeschooling or private schools.  I have great friends who have attended both.  If I had the money, I’d love to send my kids to private school.  The fact is that I don’t.  And my wife and I don’t have the time (nor the expertise) to guide our children through middle/high school lessons.  Truth be told, I don’t feel bad about it in any way.  And I am very happy for the parents and kids who are able to take part in such great schools.

For those who insist that I remove my child from the public school system:

Here is a reality.  Sin will follow every human being on this earth.  It doesn’t matter where they go to school.  It is my responsibility as a parent to rear my children under biblical direction.  If I don’t do this, then who is the real failure?  This guy.  Furthermore, how can our children show [this little light of mine] if it is hidden under the bushel we tend to bury them under?

I absolutely refuse to retreat from the public school system as if it were an untamed beast ready to devour my children.  This is why we prepare.  This is why we nurture.  This is why we pray and trust in God to protect the ones we love most.

Retreat simply indicates that we feel God isn’t big enough to handle the well being of our children.  O’ ye of little faith.... 

Take a moment to watch this video from Mark Driscoll.  It is a beautiful depiction of what it means to love a daughter the way she should be loved:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5mmer1cquw

Thanks,

Steven