Mr. & Mrs. Joe and Natalie Smith

Today, my sister Natalie is getting married. It’s my first sibling to get married, and I’m finding myself a whole lot more of a sap than I expected I’d be. Cried while redesigning her wedding programs. Cried while writing her processional score. Cried while watching the photo-montage.

The only thing that keeps me smiling? The fact that my brother-in-law-to-be has the same name as a famous cult leader. Joseph Smith.

(What were his parents thinking?)

As to today’s Red Sox header, this may be the only time you ever see it on my website. Ever. Forever. Anytime. You see, Joe (Red Sox) and Nat (almost married Derek Jeter), got me and my father tickets to see a Yankee’s game in July as our bridal party gift. And they tell me it was Joe’s idea. (I also got a custom #10 t-shirt with “Bubba” on the back; picture below). Yeah, you’re pretty cool Joe. Here’s the Red Sox in your honor.

Congratulations you two. Jennifer and I adore you both and feel so honored to be your friends, not just family. Enjoy your day. ch:

I Pee Whenever I Feel Like It

While I’m sitting in my sister’s college graduation ceremony on Saturday, I received this text from my wife:

While I struggled to maintain my own self-control, I managed to type out the following response:

What involuntary actions (or reactions) do you struggle with? ch:

SOW Day 2

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First off, thank you for all your prayers for Jennifer. While she has been extremely weak all day, she seems to be in better spirits. She stayed in bed most of the day resting, and her temperature fluctuations have been much less dramatic. I believe the antibiotics she’s on are kicking some butt, and hope tomorrow brings even more signs of health. I was just sharing with the staff here how grateful I am for technology and the ability to inform thousands of people around the world of a prayer need in only a few seconds.

On to the rest of the day…

To sit in a class and receive teaching is, for the most part comfortable, if not challenging. But when the teacher suddenly changes gears and makes the students act on their knowledge, things can get rather exiting (for the teacher), and nerve wracking (for the student, especially when it involves standing in front of people).

Among all the other material, one of today’s exercises was making the students write a song to the Lord, in 20-minutes, and then sing it in front of the class. For some it was normal, for others is was their first time writing a song and, even more, standing in front of people.

Ethan, shown crafting his song above, had a joyful call-answer clapping song that you might hear around a playground, while Abby had a sweet, lofty melody of adoration. Not everyone had to share, but those that did really blessed the rest of the class.

After lunch, the entire school put on a mini-concert for the elderly residents that live in the apartment building of the church (what an awesome ministry to have right inside your church!). They were really touched, and expressed their appreciation of having so many young people around.

After a quick siesta, I did a workshop with the students on team-building in a worship setting, audio basics 101, service layout, song selection, sound check, and ran a basic practice with them (in preparation for a service they’re leading Thursday night). And at the end, we had a rather spontaneous class on prayer as they laid hands on one of the French students who is deaf in his left ear. While he wasn’t healed right there, we’re believing for it this week! Belief for miracles seems to be a theme as Kevin (one of the staff) and I prayed for a Muslim soldier in a Moroccan restaurant last night. He had lost his eye in the war, was so open to Jesus, and was really touched, as were the restaurant owners (who gave us free food afterward!). ch:

SOW Day 1

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My voice is certainly feeling fatigued. 3 hours of teaching theology and 2 hours of teaching music theory will do that to you. But I love it.

Today was Day 1 of the students 6-month School of Worship, and I felt honored to be their first teacher. That, and I have the luxury of looking original with everything I say. [grin] It was a wonderful morning, and I like this class a lot. Today I shared the unabridged version of my testimony, and then went into personal worship from a Kingdom, culture shaping mindset. After a short break, we had a multi-instrument breakout session, and I taught on guitar mechanics on the entire fretboard and “the number system.”

Teaching and ministry aside, I would ask for your fervent and heartfelt prayers on behalf of my wife. Jennifer is dealing with a fairly severe infection, is being treated with prescription antibiotics, and has been ordered by doctors both here in Switzerland and the US to rest. Thank you for standing with us for her complete healing. ch:

Not Again. Tousled Hair?

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Over Christmas week, Jennifer and I stayed with a longtime friend of the family outside of Rochester as there was no room for us in the inn. The bed was incredibly comfy, the atmosphere warm and inviting, and the newly renovated bathroom very stylish. Gotta’ love a hot shower. As I didn’t have my own shampoo, I reached for theirs.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Tousled?

So I tried it. And here’s me sporting the tousled look:

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This is someone’s cruel idea of a joke, I can just tell. I’m half ready to start my own line of products now. For bald dudes who still want to use shampoo. We’re people, too. ch:

PS :: Upon completing this post, my wife informed me that it was her shampoo. I feel violated.

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Merry Christmas from the Hopper Tribe

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Amazing how we’re still reaping the benefits of Jesus’ birthday 2,000 years later. From our clan to yours, Merry Christmas. ch:

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Christmas Cow

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Everyone needs a Christmas Cow, so I thought I’d let you share mine. With love from Evangeline Mae. ch:

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The Best 6 Years of My Life

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I longed for a fellow adventurer. Someone that treasured life as I did. Someone that found sunsets in Paris breathtaking, the ocean on an island shore captivating, the stillness of the Alps in winter stirring, the ruins of ancient castles inviting. And the Lord knew my desires before I was even formed in my mother’s womb. He knew it wouldn’t be good for me to be alone. And so he brought me Jennifer Lee. My other whole. My rib. And I praise him for being so thoughtful, so gracious. I have been given what I do not deserve. I love you, Jenny. Thank you for the best years of my life. Eyes ever on the horizon. ch:

How Do You Handle Being Sick?

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Don’t see me?

That’s because I’m under the yak. Yes. He’s sitting on me. And boy does it stink. (All puns intended).

For those who follow this blog on a somewhat regular basis, you know that when a yak sits on me, that’s code for, “I feel like a Mack Truck hit me.” Which is also code for, I’m sick.

And it seems I’ve been getting hit quite frequently over the last few months. Enough that people are replying to my Twitter and FaceBook status updates with, “what? again?”

While I at least know that my insane life-pace tends to shrug off rest (OK, “tends to” is an understatement. I get it), I am at least curious to know how you deal with being sick. Are you one of those who, as soon as you feel something coming on, hunker down, take the vitamins, and rest up? Or do you push yourself, shirking the stuff you know to do simply because you’re far too driven? Or are you somewhere in between? And what seems to work for you?

I know that I was down for the count on Sunday, but stayed faithful to 3 of my 4 scheduled meetings. Monday was my day off, so naturally I hunkered down. Then Tuesday, I was feeling a little stronger and went to work, then worship practice. Turns out that was a bad move, as today I got sat on by the yak again. Hard core. Slept until 12noon (ummm, can’t even remember the last time that happened), took a nap from 2pm-5pm, and planning on going to bed early.

So what’s your story? And feel free to lend me your secret family remedies (all legal methods, please. I’m not that desperate). ch:

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Keeping the Mundane Fresh

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It’s amazing the life lessons we can learn through our kids. Fascinating, really, if we’re willing to watch.

What I think is “absolutely obscure,” Judah finds highly “entertaining.” My one hoodie string, for example, was the subject of about 20-minutes worth of mouth time the other morning.

And then there was the wrapping paper.

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A whole 30-minutes later, he was still at it.

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And the only reason it wasn’t mangled to shreds (or ingested) was due to a thin foil coating (still intact).

But the process of discovery seems to be the same, no matter our age. We see something we’ve never seen before, do something brand new, and it’s exciting. Fresh. A new job. Marriage. Friendships, church activities, even a new restaurant opening down the street.

Then I noticed that while Judah was busy discovering wrapping paper, Luik had disregarded the stuff, opting for the new set of Duplos he’d just received. Yes, the expression “One man’s junk…” came to mind. Because at some point, “the new” gets filed in the “the old” box, and loses its charm. Wrapping paper for Duplos, Duplos for a video game, video games for a job, job for a car, car for a wife, and a wife for kids–the little poop-smearing cherubs that remind you what it was like to eat wrapping paper. (How’s that for a progression?)

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As human beings, we’re born into the habit of interest exchange. I haven’t spent that much time with Legos, or even hoodie strings for that matter, in a very long time. Why? They simply don’t interest me that much. I’m busy with other things.

But is that it? Is that really the reason? Am I just older? New priorities? Or is it something else?

Clothing ties and plastic blocks still have their place in life. Still are important. Just not to me. Because somewhere along the line, I stopped being what my two sons are.

Grateful.

Judah has never seen a hoodie string before. And everything new goes in the mouth. Sure, his brain is the size of a large orange, and the emotion of gratitude may not register. (OK, a very large orange). But you don’t stick something in your mouth for 20-minutes unless you like it. A lot. And Luik, likewise, just received a very cool gift, which–if he’s anything like his father (previous posts telling us that he is)–he’ll be playing with it for a long time to come. Am I so far advanced beyond my sons that these items are trivial now? No. Because the items have not changed. They are very much the same as they were in the 1980′s I grew up in.

I have changed.

I have become less grateful. For everything.

May my sons always appreciate hoodie ties and Duplos. They’re in the top one percent of children who have them, and it’s my job to model that statistic with the attitude of gratefulness.

What are a few “mundane” things in your life that you’re refreshingly grateful for after reading this? ch:

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When Monster Chases Turn Ugly

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In honor of Luik’s 3rd birthday today, I think it only fitting that I share a recent story about him.

One of the most frequent games played in the Hopper household is “Monster,” (with “Wrestling” being a close second). Because our ground floor is circular in design, I am able to chase the kids around the house, hoist them off their feet, and slam them into any number of couches, all-the-while playing the part of a ferocious, flesh-eating monster. (I love my job).

The game started out with Eva a few years ago, when she was just learning to walk. Something about a full grown roaring man scaring the pee out of a one-year old just sounds wrong. No wonder we grow up with issues. Of course, Eva’s top speed was about 2mph. A speed which I could easily keep up with. Now, however, she’s turned out to be quite the athlete. Thus today’s version of Monster is a full-out NASCAR race around the house, with daddy getting hurt far more often then the zippy, dwarfish Oompa-Loompas with a lower center of gravity.

The other night Eva was careening through the kitchen when suddenly she hit the floor. Down. I mean hard. I didn’t even have time to reach out for her.

Scream. Tears.

Then Luik came around the corner. Staring.

I could see him thinking. Putting it all together. Then a little smile crept over his face.

I stooped down to help Eva up when I noticed the floor was slick. I mean like someone sprayed silicon on the bottom of Chevy Chase’s sled. And that’s when I noticed the bottle of cooking spray on the ledge beside the stove. Then smelled my fingers. Artificial butter.

“Luik, did you spray this on the floor?”

“Yey!”

I do my best to stifle a deep laugh, but Jennifer bursts out hysterically behind me. Great. Reinforcing my son’s sabotage of his big sister. Now I’m laughing.

Eva takes it upon herself to start cleaning it up with a towel while Luik looked on. The next thing I know, Eva falls right on her face. Again. And Luik is no where to be seen.

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Happy birthday, Luik. I love you and all your sweet international spy skills. ch:

My Parenting One Liners: “When We Should Scream”

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If you’re a parent, you know exactly what I’m talking about. It normally happens around moments of correcting the sub-humanoid life forms that dwell in your house, eat your food, and are able to stuff just about anything down the heating vents in your floors. Brief moments of frustration, your mouth engaging, followed by a long silence as both your spouse and your child look on at you in awe. And you stare straight ahead. Because your child has no idea what you said, and your spouse is trying desperately to keep from laughing.

In the CUV (Child Utility Vehicle for you poor souls who still drive “mini-vans”) during our Saturday outing yesterday, Evangeline started screaming. I mean really screaming. I looked in the rear view mirror. Turns out she just had an eyelash in her eye. You might say, “Well that hurts!” Except she got it out in less than two seconds, and then was just fine. Quiet as a mouse.

Jennifer says, “Sweetie, you are over reacting. Next time, use a little self-control and don’t yell.” A good example of fine parenting advice.

But then I have to speak. I’m the dad.

“Eva, you need to stop screaming over little things. We only scream…when we’re dying.”

I tried to suck the words back into my head. I don’t know why I said them. I just did. I don’t even have experience in dying. I was just trying to be a good dad.

Daughter looks ahead stupefied. Wife tries not to laugh. Perfect. ch: