Thursday, August 15, 2013

Fear the Spear

Sports Illustrated has ranked Chief Osceola and Renegade as the #1 mascot in all college football and I may be biased as an alumna of Florida State University, but I have to agree.
 
The tradition at Florida State University of Chief Osceola planting his spear into the ground on home games started in 1978 and may have its origins from an old Florida legend.
 
  
Legend that suggests Osceola stabbed a treaty with his hunting knife as a declaration of war against the US government when they were attempting the removal of Indians from Florida. There is not a record of this actually happening although there are drawings depicting the incident.
 
 

 
In 1835 the ambush and murder of an important chief, Charley Emaltha, was attributed to Osceola and a band of Mikasukis. They would be suspected in future events for any acts of violence not easily explained. And this is how legends get started.  
 
So the next time you catch an FSU home game whether it be on TV or live at Doak Campbell Stadium, just remember when Chief Osceola plants the spear on Bobby Bowden Field, the Seminoles are declaring war on their opponent.
 
GO SEMINOLES!!
 
** I am not a historian but the legend does put an interesting twist on the FSU tradition. **
 
 
 

Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Unmarked Path

"Uphold my steps in Your paths, that my footsteps may not slip." Psalm 17:5

I recently spent a weekend out in the wilderness and desert of Joshua Tree National Park for a class in my Masters program. I really did not know what to expect other than some generalized statements about activities like hiking, rock climbing, and rappelling.


I'm use to hiking trails being marked out by color for distance or degree of difficulty. We started out on a sandy trail a little ways from the rocks and I thought that was all the hike was going to be. Then we started to climb over some rocks. The people who were ahead kept going higher and sometimes disappeared from sight. Every time we reached a flat area, the guides took us higher. I kept saying "Are you serious?!".


There were many places where I needed assistance from one of the guys to help me get up to the next boulder. It wasn't apparent as we were climbing just how high we were going because we could not see the end point. Going up was quite a challenge but coming back down was even more of a challenge. From this perspective you could now see how steep the climb was. Many times I wondered if I was really going down the same boulders I just climbed moments earlier because they looked so different.


My assumptions about the hike are much like how we want life to be. We want the path we are supposed to take clearly marked so we know just how far we're going and how difficult (or easy) it will be to finish. But God leads us up an unmarked path where we can only see the few steps ahead so that we have to rely on Him, have faith, and not be able to rely on our own strength or ability to reason.





Friday, January 14, 2011


Years ago I was listening to the mother of my former pastor speak about hope. What struck me in her talk was the mention of what we need to chart our own course when sailing through the waters (emotions) of hopelessness. We need an anchor. To have our "ropes" tied securely to something that is not going to give way. Secure knots that will not unravel. In boating, the ropes are perhaps some of the most important pieces of equipment (I am by no means a sailing expert). You have ropes tied to an anchor so that you will not drift off when you need to remain in the same place, ropes to tie up to a dock so you can move to solid ground and not fall in the water, ropes that are connected to sails so you can travel a charted course.


Going back to the anchor and the rope. See, it spurred me to thought because I found out a few years back that my last name (in Catalan/Menorcan) means "the rope that holds the anchor". That's a very important rope!



So I have a few questions to pose: What have you anchored yourself to?

Is it a relationship or relationships in general?

People and relationships shift over time like a sandbar shifts with the ocean currents.


Is it your career and the success/stature it brings you? Your accomplishments?

In today's job market, how secure is your career or position? How often do we succeed or fail?


Or is it what you've been able to acquire?

Does anything last forever? We're always looking to upgrade to the newest, latest, greatest gadget.


What is the one thing that remains constant? Never changing? Holds the same standards day in and day out? Never changes their opinion or the way they vote? Who never changes sides to prevent getting voted off the island?


-God. Simply, God.

He's the constant in a variable equation. Tie your rope to Him and get anchored.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

HE Brews

As I sit here and enjoy a rather large cup of coffee I am being reminded of how God orders our steps.

Proverbs 19:21 says "Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails.

Some may have heard the joke about how it says in the Bible men should make the coffee because He-brews. Coffee percolates. And so does the destiny and purpose God has planted in each and every one of us. So literally, HE (God) brews in us different strengths and abilities unique to only us.

It doesn't take much to realize you are not like anyone else on the planet..even if you have an identical twin. The process to getting a cup of coffee doesn't start with the grounds in the coffee pot and adding hot water to release it's essence. You start with a plant. The beans are harvested and roasted. The roasting process itself has to be very precise or you can ruin the whole batch. Similarly, we go through trials and rough spots in life where it would seem we are being roasted.
We get ground up and pulverized (some of us know this feeling more than others). In the whole process from plant to cup of coffee, the bean did not do it all on its own. There were relationships with machines and different environments that all had a part in the process just like we, throughout our lives, are shaped by those we have relationship with and the environments we grow up in. Some is because of choices others made. Some is a result of choices we made.

God sees us as we are and as we should be - which are two totally different things. It's seeing coffee grounds but also seeing those grounds as a cup of coffee at the same time. You can't get a cup of coffee without having to filter it with hot water. Heat always reveals, always purifies, and can be uncomfortable to downright painful but it's necessary. You cannot have a cup of coffee without grounds, a filter, and hot water. The filter is a healing process that we need to go through. It takes time. The grounds are us and all our mess. The actual coffee is us not being constrained or limited by our mess.

The flavor of coffee is a culmination of the whole process. So whether you're an extra bold Sumatra roast or a medium Costa Rica blend...be the flavor God created you to be.
And if you find grounds in your coffee don't be afraid to ask others for help.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Surrender

Surrender is linked to so many other things like humility and teach-ability but they all come down to one thing, the heart. In American culture where we rely so much on our own strength and abilities, surrender can be one of the hardest things we do. When I started out my Christian walk, I surrendered things and activities because that’s what you do. But what may have seemed like a motivated heart (looking back 20 years), was a heart motivated by rules and compliance. I did not have a good understanding of what grace really meant. I wanted to please God and I knew there were expectations of what a Christian did and didn’t do. Needless to say, I would have short bouts of where I slipped back into old habits. I never made any “re-commitment” trip down to the altar because I had never lost my faith in God and belief in Jesus as my Savior. I was just working out my salvation. The periods of my backsliding grew shorter and shorter until I got to the point I would think about doing something but not act on it. I had reached a point like the disciples in John 6:68 when Jesus asked if they wanted to turn away and Peter responded “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.”

While that may have been submission of the outward, the inner had a lot more work to be done. I was never very much of an outwardly rebellious child, but I believe it manifested in other ways like being a picky eater or inconsistent with school work and grades. Yes, most kids go through a “picky” phase but in my house it was more a battle of wills: mine and my father’s. I remember one particular night I refused to try something and my father said I would remain at the dinner table until I tried it. I don’t know how long I actually sat there, but the dishes were cleared, the kitchen cleaned, and the dining room light was turned off. I was perfectly content to sit there all night and miss TV and dessert. My mom finally took the plate away at some point and I probably went to my room to play until bedtime. I don’t think I would have allowed me to get away with that kind of subtle rebellious behavior. One of the great things about God is His amazing depth of patience He exercises with us. He will continue to take us around the same path on the mountain to deal with things that hinder us from growing closer to Him. Sometimes we have little victories and move “up” a level in our faith walk thinking we’ve overcome the whole issue. Then a few months or years go by and it comes up again. “I thought I dealt with this, Lord?” and yes, He helped remove what we could bear at the time but now He wanted to deal with it/us deeper.

Part of what has helped me is that I love to learn and I love to read the Bible. I seek feedback. “Lord search me and show me”. The process hasn’t necessarily been easy but as easy as it can be when you humble yourself and throw yourself on the rock instead of letting the rock fall on you because you're too proud or stubborn to surrender. To surrender is to admit you cannot do something. It is allowing someone else to take control. Everyone has difficulty giving up control. It takes faith because you don't know where the surrender will take you. What rocky terrain of trials and struggles you'll have to face. Or the experiences and emotions you'll have to think about.

It's becoming more and more apparent that we are all broken people to varying degrees. One look at the divorce rate or number of one parent homes today is enough proof. But there's also the increase in diagnosis of psychological disorders - not just among adults, but teenagers and young children. We're learning coping mechanisms to hide our disfunctions or have a pill that can do it for us - but we were never created to just cope with something - we were meant to overcome. And to do that requires us to surrender sometimes.

It seems almost contradictory - surrender to gain victory. But that's what happens when we surrender to Jesus. If we allow Him to work in our lives, to heal us and restore us, then we'll have to face the good, the bad, and the ugly. Like any surgical procedure, there is an element of apprehension on our part because we're putting our life in the hands of the physician. We're surrendering. But we also know that after the surgery we should feel better or see improvement. No one goes into surgery expecting to be worse off when they come out and begin recovery.

The "ugly" we have to deal with is something everyone has to come to terms with and that is we are all sinful. Since the fall of Adam there has only been one born without sin and that is Jesus.
The "bad" is those things that shape what we believe about ourselves - those things we've internalized that someone else impressed upon us. It's those things that have happened to us.
The "good" we have to recognize is that 1) we are made in the image of God and 2) once we surrender our lives to Jesus, we are made righteous.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Just a Thought

I've just been thinking over the past week or so about what we say and how we say it. The words we choose to get a point across.

In thinking about how to lead others into a deeper and more victorious Christian walk, sometimes we use terms that other people get lost on. If I'm leading, I'm teaching. If I'm teaching, what I say needs to make sense and be comprehended. You do not talk to a first grader about Calculus terms. But if you want to, are you really trying to teach them or show off your knowledge and IQ?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I'm Still Standing

Lookin' like a true survivor. Feeling better than I ever did..

If you're humming the Elton John tune..hahahaha - I did it on purpose.

I've made it through my first semester of graduate school after being out of the college atmosphere for over 10 years. It was quite an adjustment to get back into "student" mode AND adjust to living in a new state. At the end of it all I have my first 4.0 to show for it. Whew!

I've recently been comparing my trek across the US from GA to CA to that of Abraham picking up and leaving his "hometown" and going to the land that God showed him. Along the way, God promised to make Abraham a "Father of Nations" though he and his wife Sarah were yet childless.

It takes a lot of guts to pick up and move to a place where you literally do not know anyone. Ok, so I do have some good friends and several acquaintances from a vacation visit to CA last fall..so it was a starting point. While it has felt lonely at times, I had school to keep me very occupied.

In the past four months of living here I have experienced 3 earthquakes. One epicenter was only 11 miles away and woke me up at 4am. The other two were very slow rolling quakes that were centered down near San Diego. At first I thought it was my equillibrium that was off as the rolling wave motion made me feel a little off balance and dizzy. None of them lasted very long. This has to be a record of earthquakes felt by a new resident. They don't scare me. While it's a natural phenomenon of a different nature than hurricanes, it holds the same fascination.

Things that have frustrated me since moving to CA? The CA Labor Laws that require me to take a lunch when I'd rather just work my 8 hours and be done with it. Then there's the whole DMV thing. The process takes several hours - even with an appointment. You go from one window to the next - but occasionally you have to wait for your number to be called for the next window. I had to take a written CA driver's test to get my license. I kind of took it cold turkey and managed to pass missing one less than what would be a "fail". You have to get your car physically inspected there at the DMV. Oh, but before a visit to the DMV you have to have a passing smog test. This is slightly different from GA and costs about twice as much. For inspection at the DMV you need to have your VIN number in two separate locations. We all know about the one you can easily spot in the windshield. Well, a second location would be the sticker on the inside of your door (the one that shows your PSI for tires and engine stuff). My sticker was unreadable...so it failed. They gave me a temporary tag and told me I needed to take my car to a CA Highway Patrol office for verification. It would have been nice to have a list of those offices from the DMV - seeing as how I'm really new to the area and have NO CLUE how far some places are in relation to where I live. I prevailed, eventually. I found a CHP office not 5 miles from the DMV I went to...had I known I could have taken care of it the same day! Whatever. I also registered to vote while I was at the DMV - get everything over with in one place.

So I was able to vote for the primaries recently held in CA. This system is so antiquated! It's scantron - not computer. First, since the CA voter website didn't have me registered I had to call to make sure - and the live person on the other end said I was. The best part is my precinct is literally on the other side of the wall in the backyard! I was able to walk to vote. Well, I was not on anyone's master lists. I had to vote as a "provisional" voter. I was their first one...so the process took a little longer but no more than 20 minutes total. The voting booths are set up by party affiliation...so much for not letting others know how you vote! They have big signs over each one "Democrat" "Republican"..etc. And this is because you have to ink stamp your ballot with this old system. No, no hanging chad possibilities in CA..so the slots only have your candidates. I received my "I voted" sticker - in about 6 different languages - which is pretty cool.

One thing that has been slow coming is finding a church to call home out here. There are plenty of churches. I visited several which I quickly figured out were not a good fit for me and where I think I'm going. There were a few others that were great churches and I could easily fit in but again, I didn't feel that it was strategically where God wanted to place me. This past Sunday I visited a church I though could be the one..and I am satisfied. This has been a different season and hopefully, as Monday was the first "official" day of summer, I have entered into a new season.

It's a new season, it's a new day...a fresh annointing is heading my way!