Driving by the Golden Rule

In church today we discussed the meaning of the parable Jesus uses in Mark 4, which says in part, “By the measure you use, it will be measured and added to you.” To translate, it’s the Golden Rule, “Treat others the way you want to be treated.”

I didn’t feel convicted until I thought about my experience on the road. Not necessarily how I drive, but my attitude while I’m driving. I’m very decisive (totally opposite of how I am normally, which is quirky), and in turn I expect every other driver to be decisive, too.

With that in mind, here’s the catch: I don’t extend much grace or forgiveness to any other drivers, but I expect it in full from them.

Basically I act like I’m right you’re wrong, and if you can’t make a decision just get out of the way. I also get angry, anxious, impatient, perturbed, fed up when motorists think laws don’t apply to them. I’m very legalistic when it comes to obeying the rules of the road. Check out Steve McQueen here…

In the moments following this Hell’s Angel’s disregard for the law, nothing I thought about was very Golden Rulish.

So now I have something to work on while I’m in the car. Extending grace. Forgiving these inferior drivers. Not honking so much. Hitting the brakes to let someone make up for their idiotic decision.

I know there’s a place for administering justice and correction, so I guess I can be praying for discretion and discernment on which battles to fight, and which to let go.

-Out of the Wilderness

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A real shocker

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Every winter there’s something I dread more than the icy cold temperatures, the sun setting at noon, and football seasons ending. Have you ever gone to shake someone’s hand, or open your car door, and zap! you receive an electric shock that startles the bejeebies out of you?

It happens to me a lot every winter so when this time of year rolls around, one of my top goals is to find out when it’s more likely to happen, and to avoid it avidly.

Queen of the Amazons
Last year I scoured Amazon and was happy to discover there are key chains out there for the sole purpose of eliminating static electricity. Click here to take a look at those (and please note, I’m an Amazon Associate so I receive a portion of any transaction made through this link). And yes, I just watched Wonder Woman last night, who said something like “Queen of the Amazons” more than once. Great movie, by the way!

I also came across a YouTube video that gives step by step instructions on how to manufacture an “anti static electricity stick”…

I went the DIY route, making my device pretty much exactly like the guy recommends in the video. Here’s my static eliminator stick.

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Walking in high cotton
I’ve also tried to be more aware of what I’m wearing. Polyester is bad for static. So I try to wear more cotton. When I’m exiting my car, I try to get out without sliding across the fabric seat, and I’ll also grab the metal door frame as I’m exiting. Even inside my home I’ll get shocked as I go to pet my dogs. The air in my house is really dry because of the heater being on, and I use a space heater as well. One possible task for the future may be to get some sort of humidifier. Anyway, all of these methods seem to be helping.

So if you’re constantly getting zapped, try some of these ideas and hopefully, like me, your winter will be a lot less shocking.

-Out of the Wilderness

 

The top posts of 2017

I had so much fun posting blogs about life, love, music, dogs, and many other things in 2017. Here’s a list of top new posts from the year.

Music or music videos

  1. The woman in Keith Urban’s “Blue Ain’t Your Color” (10,653 views, posted Jan 10)
  2. The cast of Brett Young’s “In Case You Didn’t Know” (9,358 views, posted April 8)
  3. The dancers in Keith Urban’s “The Fighter” (7,661 views, posted April 5)

 

Dating or Relationships

  1. Ten more signs a Christian guy is into you (583 views, posted May 1)
  2. Rekindling an old flame (384 views, posted July 19)
  3. Rekindling an old flame, part 2 (285 views, posted Aug 9)

 

My favorite light-hearted posts from 2017

  1. A guy who (sometimes) shaves his legs (45 views, posted Sept 17)
  2. Encounter with a car salesman (39 views, posted Sept 28)
  3. Avoiding a “Talkative Tim” or “Chatty Cathy” (12 views, posted Sept 9)

 

My favorite thoughtful posts from 2017

  1. Thoughts about Virginia, and why I love the Nashville PD (80 views, posted Aug 16)
  2. I have a hard time saying no (10 views, posted Sept 15)
  3. Brief encounters (15 views, posted April 5)

 

My favorite spiritual posts from 2017

  1. What if God is the sun? (9 views, posted June 2)
  2. Jesus saved a bunch of animals, too (18 views, posted March 22)
  3. God is able (14 views, posted Feb 20)

 

I’ll be posting a lot this year as well, so please subscribe and come with me on another year-long adventure!

-Out of the Wilderness

On the verge of history – Versa has 199,999 miles!

She is Nissan. She is Versa. She is Black Pearl.

Reaching 200,000 miles is rite of passage for cars today. It’s not every day that a car crosses over this hallowed ground. Well, I take that back. It probably happens every day somewhere in the world, but it’s still something to celebrate. This beaut has been with me through many ups and downs, figuratively and literally, and in the next day or two, we’ll cross the threshold of 200,000 miles, hand in hand–err, hand on wheel.

From a cracked windshield to the cruise control that hasn’t worked in years, the broken door handle to the many, many dash cam videos, the roof rack carrying kayaks to a downtown snow accident, carrying me to dates and back home after breakups, what a ride it’s been!

I named her Black Pearl and perhaps that makes me Jack Sparrow. Till we sink or reach another shore, she’s my ship and I love her. Here’s hoping for another 200,000!

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Cheers to a new year!

I’m walking around in a robe, I’ve taken back-to-back baths in back-to-back days, and I have a cold. That can only mean one thing…

I’m back in Nashville after a busy, yet terrific, holiday vacation in Florida!

Like this cat, I’ve pretty much quarantined myself indoors to rest, recuperate, and catch up on Netflix. A couple of so-so movies? Done (Bright and Pottersville). Fuller House? Done. Riverdale? Working on it.

While I’ve been wasting away on the couch– not reaching my goal of 160 miles in 60 days, tissue within arms reach, cup of apple juice on the table tray, covered in 37 blankets– the thought dawned on me that I seem to get sick every time I come back from Florida. So is it that I’m allergic to Tennesseee, or do I just wear out my body in Florida because who else is going to beat my nieces at croquet, lose to my brothers football team on the beach, brag way too much on the driveway playing knock-out, or help build a gigantic sandcastle?

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So now I pay for it. But there’s something else I sometimes catch when I’m down visiting family in Tallahassee. Nostalgia. This trip I got a big dose when we dug up a few VHS tapes from the 80s and 90s. Long story short, we’ve been looking for a couple of specific events that were recorded but haven’t been seen in years. While we were looking through tapes one day, we found video of our entire family taking part in a live nativity scene. My dad was Joseph, Mary was one of my sisters, and my mom was a wise man. Not sure how those parts got divied up, but whatever. I was a shepherd, along with my oldest sister and my brother.

We also found video one of my sister’s high school track meets, and another tape had both sisters’ “after prom” party. If you’ve ever wondered how teenagers danced in the 90s, wonder no more.


I think one of those dancers would be reported for sexual harassment in today’s world, but I’m not saying who *cough, cough, white guy doing pelvic thrusts*

Since returning to Nashville, I’ve been going through VHS tapes I brought back with me. I’ve seen clips from my family that I haven’t seen in decades. It’s definitely put me in a nostalgic mood. I also am fortunate that my birthday is late December, so the past couple of days have included thoughts about what I want next year and my next year, to look like. Watching these old videos helps me to reflect on the almost 4 decades I’ve been on the planet, and what direction I want my life to go in the next 4 decades. Of course, I also stumbled across this: me playing the trumpet next to my best middle school friend, JR:


Dang, I wish I’d held on to that trumpet!

My goals for 2018 are pretty simple, but if I can accomplish them, that’ll be a big step in a great direction.

Give more. Serve more.

I know it sounds a bit vague but this theme encompasses my time, my money, my attitude, and my heart. So when opportunities arise to give or serve, whether it’s helping a neighbor, serving at church or in the community, I want to say yes when I’m able to.

As for me in this moment, I’m taking my robe, my apple juice, and I’m turning on Riverdale. Good day to you, and have a happy 2018!

-Out of the Wilderness

What is broadbacking? Dating answers here.

By now we’ve all heard of “ghosting” (disappearing from a conversation, whether it’s online or texting, and then zombieing… reappearing days, weeks, or months later). Other more traditional terms like “DTR,” “red flag,” and “an item” have all been used in or about relationships over the years, but for recent trendy terms, here’s a list. One you won’t see on there yet is a dating word I’m coining today.

Broadbacking.

Broadbacking is when you’ve met someone and within a short amount of time they dump an overwhelming amount of emotional baggage onto you because they think you can help them carry the load.

This behavior can happen online through long and drawn out emails that take you 29 minutes to read, text messages that are broken up into 17 different sections that you have to piece together to make sense of it, or even in person/on the phone where you may have to practice the art of listening…a lot.

No matter how this information is being thrust upon you, just know that it is, and the person doing it is totally broadbacking you.

-Out of the Wilderness