Jennifer and I believe in family.
We believe in it because God made it.
And it’s supposed to be fun.
So here’s our small contribution to promoting one of life’s best inventions.
We give you our new YouTube series: The Hopper Kids.
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try not to blink.
Jennifer and I believe in family.
We believe in it because God made it.
And it’s supposed to be fun.
So here’s our small contribution to promoting one of life’s best inventions.
We give you our new YouTube series: The Hopper Kids.
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Over the past week we’ve had record snowfalls, and more snow on the ground than I can remember since moving here in 2005. We’ve canceled Wednesday night church services two weeks in a row, and Eva now has a working knowledge of seeing school cancelations online. I woke up today to even more snow and thought it was a good time for some pics. Next time, I’ll wear snow pants as I’m uploading these in my boxers. Wet jeans. ch:
MAKING TRACKS: I didn’t realize just how much snow was in our yard until I stepped into it. And it was even with my belt. I laughed.
DON’T MIND ME: Eva dawned her snow gear and immediately fell down, just in time for me to snap a pic.
FOLLOW ME: The trail we’ve been nursing for the last week now looks like a run to an arctic observatory. Just add rope.
CHAINS ONLY: We tend to gauge or snow fall by how much of the swing set is showing. This morning set a new record. (And this was in a drift trough, too).
TIME OUT: Luik decided to follow my footprints to a place where I was shooting. He got tired out and leaned over for a little rest.
STRANDED: Jenny flung a stray Cozy Coup into the driveway last night. Found it like this at dawn.
WHERE’D YOU GO?: Our CUV (Child Utility Vehicle) got some snow on its ears.
HIP DEEP HOUSE: Luik emerges from the warmth of our nest.
BLANKET ANYONE?: The snowman the kids made got scared and threw a blanket over his head.
SNOW GRILL: For all my Aussie friends: a pic of the barbie, situated on the leeward side of the house (aka where the least amount of snow falls).
…it’s how you say it.
-To Christopher with love from Jennifer.
(Left on my side of the sink in our bathroom).
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Written during Jennifer’s pregnancy with Evangeline Mae in 2004, we’ve sung this family song for each child, and thought it would be the perfect way to announce Baby H4′s arrival, coming September 2011. | ©2011 www.christopherhopper.com, www.jenniferleehopper.com
Did you ever have a class that frustrated you in school? How about a particular teacher? Maybe their view on things differed from yours. Or maybe their treatment of a certain subject or student really got on your nerves.
If you’re like me, those memories have lingered with you.
One of my most frustrating seasons during high school was in art class. Now mind you, I loved art. And I really had a soft spot for all of my art teachers. Even the crazies. (I know you had a few, too). But it wasn’t art class itself that bothered me. It was subjective versus objective analysis that did.
I was a late bloomer in math. But once I bloomed, I was a straight “A” student. Unusual for a right-brained kid. And when the teacher graded the tests, a problem was either solved correctly, or it wasn’t. But in art, the grading seemed very subjective. I remember getting incredibly frustrated when my teacher would give one student a fabulous mark on a piece that I thought was “all right,” while the student who produced something truly exceptional was handed a “C.”
What?!
That’s because art, in its most simple form, is subjective.
Yeah, I know a particular teaching (and resulting assignment) can focus on a specific rule or technique. Rule of thirds. Pointillism. Contrast. Minimalism. But at the end of the day, art, unlike math, has no right answers. It simply is. And so the very notion that a teacher could pass or fail a student by what simply is drove me bonkers. Later on I would learn that my art teachers graded very much like God does, but not nearly as well.
Most of us want God to grade life like math. Right or wrong. Pass or fail. Black or white. I want God to be fair. For bad people to get what they deserve, and good people more so. The only problem is that God is not fair.
But He is just.
Justice is doing the right thing for the right person at the right time. And the only person who ever knows that perfectly is the Holy Spirit. The inherent human problem with administering justice, unlike the Holy Spirit, is that we’re not very good at delivering it. Because we never have all the information all the time, now matter how much we think we do. But God always does.
The wall art hanging around my house is a perfect example of this.
The crumpled, ripped, and drooled on papers lining the refrigerator doors and walls of my house would last about 5 seconds under the scrutiny of any art museum curator. “Cute” is about all I’d get. That’s fair. But it’s not just. Because the museum curator has no idea that they were made by my kids, and as a result, have incredible intrinsic value. To me.
Regardless of what the world perceives, from your motives to your efforts to your productivity, they will always have limited information. Always. There is an all-seeing God, however, who doesn’t miss a beat. He sees it all, and He knows you. You’re offering Him your time, your talent, your treasure. From your marriage to your attitude with your boss, He knows. And trust me, whatever you’re offering to Him, no matter what the world’s standards are, it means the world to Him.
And it’s hanging on His fridge right now. ch:
When was the last time you were at work and the thought went through your head, I’m so tired of doing this over and over? It could pertain to just about any element of your life, because repetition is a natural part of our human workflow. Whether you’re at home managing a house full of kids (the most intense job on the planet in my opinion), or sitting behind a computer terminal in an office, you get good at things you do routinely.
But problems set in when you’ve completed that action a million times. Shoot, for some of us, we get bored after the third time. Then enters the overwhelming thought of doing this for the next 12 months yet again. And that’s when–without warning–frustration, lack of enthusiasm, and even depression set in.
That’s where I’ve found keeping things fresh is absolutely essential to keeping my head in the game.
The day I bought my kids a few Nerf guns (note emphasis on buying them for my kids), I thought I was going to pee my pants. While standing in the store isle surveying the myriad of foam-spouting weaponry, I had visions of us chasing each other around the house, diving behind couches for cover, successfully conducting top secret maneuvers through the kitchen…and blasting them in the foreheads while barrel rolling S.O.G.-style across the carpet.
The first few days were just that: Black Ops meets Barney. There were tears, screaming, miss-fires, thievery, espionage, and broken alliances. Everything you need for a good Nerf war.
But like all homes that engage in such land battles, eventually the spark dwindles. No one can find more than one gun (what fun is one?), and who knows who ate all the foam darts. Occasionally someone will find a few darts and blast a brother in the temple. It’s all good. But it’s short-lived. It’s never as fun as it first was.
Until Mommy and Daddy collect all the necessary equipment, and declare an all out war on the kids, during which Daddy sticks a pillow infront of his face, exposing only his huge shiny domed head, and announces a free-for-all contest on who can stick a dart on his melon.
The magic was back.
Often the hardest thing to do when faced with routine is thinking outside the box. You’d think it’d be easy: anything other than what I’m doing would be more fun. But thinking of how to incorporate that anything into your current something is harder than we sometimes think. But finding that elusive fun-factor element can make all the difference. Not only do we start to enjoy what we’re doing again, but productivity increases as well.
I’ve flown mini-RC-helicopters through my office wing, started random-funny-face contests, turned off the lights for a few seconds while a coworker is in the bathroom, even crawled under the conference table to surprise someone on the opposite end while they weren’t looking. Often exploiting the funny things about your own self can make even the most boring of routines exciting.
With a little work to gather the right resources, and some ingenuity, you can turn yuck into yahoo with ease! What are some things you’ve done to bring a little fun into your workplace? Share more ideas for others below! ch:
How do you cope with new experiences? With change?
Are you the Exploring Pioneer who lives for the new horizon, longing to see what’s just over the next ridge? Maybe you’re the Establisher who would rather leave the initial foliage hacking to someone else while you figure our how to set up the new water system? Or how about the Maintainer who finds their moxie while making sure every existing operation remains status quo?
Regardless of your predisposition, change tends to creep up on our doorstep more frequently than we’d like, and less often enough than we’d hope.
At first, new experiences can seem overwhelming. And they’re thrust upon us without warning. Judah, for example, on an escalator for the first time in Carousel Mall. He was walking along, holding Daddy’s confident hand, when the floor dropped out from underneath him. Worse, he was going down, not even making an effort to do so.
I could sense his panic. He stiffened. Hands outstretched.
Minutes later we mounted the large, antique carousel in the food court. The same uncertainty washed over him as he clung to the mast, regardless of the cheery music or flashing lights.
But in both the case of the escalator and the carousel, Judah began to find areas of enjoyment as the experience went on. The strange feeling in his stomach became exciting. The movement was exhilarating. And despite his uncertainty, his Dad was right beside him.
Soon, Judah was having fun. And by the time each ride was over, he wanted to do them again. And again. And again.
KEYS TO KEEPING PERSPECTIVE:
1.) Your Dad Has Already Walked This Road :: There is a reason that Jesus had to be “tempted and tested just as we are.” Not just so that he could relate to us (as is often preached, and rightly so), but so that we could have full confidence in him when he says, “It will be OK.” He knows. As Judah’s Dad, I would never willfully lead him into a situation that would bring him harm, or that I have not already walked myself; how much more so would a perfect Father behave? I’ve used escalators for decades, as well as carousels. Just my physical presence beside him gave Judah confidence regardless of the immediate reservations. Without even rationalizing it, Judah was trusting his Daddy.
2.) Look For The Joy :: Some might argue that not all experiences in life are enjoyable. True, but all experiences are able to produce joy. This is a principle of the Kingdom, one I’m very grateful for. The experience referred to as The Cross was anything but enjoyable for Jesus; yet he endured it “for the joy set before him.” That, and he knew that his Father was able to make good come out of even the most dire circumstances. It would be obscene to consider that any single experience of our own trumps the Cross, so if that’s Jesus’ example, it must be our standard. Fear of falling and lack of control were just two of the issues racing through little Judah’s head. But to his credit he was able to overcome them and soon realized there was joy to be had.
Unlike Judah’s desire to re-do the escalator and the carousel, not all of life’s experiences are things we want to repeat. But the joy we can engage in because of them should be. Left to God, life–even when dealt its most difficult ordeals–can produce divine avenues of joy that leave us saying one thing of the Lord: more. Because Judah will remember the preeminence of his father in his life, not that of some cheap rides. ch:
What’s a recent experience you’ve walked through?
6Surely he will never be shaken;
a righteous man will be remembered forever.
7He will have no fear of bad news;
his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD.
8His heart is secure, he will have no fear;
in the end he will look in triumph on his foes.
Psalm 112
I got up from the couch and ran upstairs to get something from our room. I was gone no more than 60 seconds. When I returned, Judah had assumed my position. And was quite proud of himself, typing away on some time-sensitive project. I snapped a few pictures. Then he was done. He slid the laptop gently aside and got off the couch.
Apple, eat your heart out. ch:
The lock to every joy in life is gratefulness, and the key is generosity.
These are a few of the precious people I am most grateful for. And it’s my greatest honor to give my life away for them.
Hug those near you extra big today. You’re not promised tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving. (And tomorrow I have some exciting news!). ch:
Dad line of the night:
“Eva, go wash your hands. That’s how people get sick and die.”
I’m awesome. ch:
I decided to ask my three favorite artists to redesign my touring electric, one of the two I played on “Heaven Meets Earth.” Now I have a one-of-a-kind piece that’s not only super cool, but it reminds me of my beautiful children whenever I play.
Another benefit is the amazing name. “Rock Star Super Kah-Cha.” All their invention.
Watch the process and smile. ch:
Guitar Home Makeover (Extreme) from Grandath Films on Vimeo.
Most of my profound moments in life don’t come as a product of deep meditation, long prayer, or deliberate seeking after God. All those things are good and necessary. Jesus did them, and so should I. But most of my deep moments with God come as “suddenlies.” One moment I’m playing with my son Luik in the bushes, watching him hack down “monsters” with his sword…the next I’m realizing I wrote a story about him years before he was born doing the very same thing. ch:
What has been one of your “suddenlies” recently? (People coming here via FaceBook, please comment below).
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