All posts by tje

tn_bookworm_header

Knighthood

Every now and then I am a little embarrassed at how I spend my time.

I’m a busy guy, most days. When I’m not working for my employer, or parenting, or involved in things with church, I sometimes work on side projects, most of them on a volunteer basis. Every now and then I take on some extra work that brings in additional cash, but even then it is hard to find the time, and projects languish.

Yet somehow I always seem to find time to play computer games. Lately, I’ve been playing Bookworm, a Boggle-like computer game that I bought for Kathy more than two years ago. Kathy (or maybe one of the kids) recently re-discovered it, and we’ve all been playing (even David and Sarah offer helpful suggestions). It is a very fun, and addictive single-player game. Significantly, we’ve not been requiring Computer Game Chips for this particular game, since it is, er, ‘educational’ in nature.

Bookworm Game
It is a very affirming game, announcing ‘Excellent!’ or ‘Astonishing!’ when you find a high-scoring word.

When I say it is a “single-player” game, I’m not being entirely accurate — Kathy and I have become the tiniest bit competitive as we vie for the highest score or level, or the longest word. “Hey, look at this!” Kathy chortles. “I’ve got ‘BLUDGEON’ — what a great word!” Joshua and Rachel rush over and nod approvingly.

“Hmmph,” I snort, miffed that the kids cheer Kathy. “That’s really not much better than my ‘ABANDON’. What’s one little letter, between family members?” Daniel smirks at my pathetic attempt to upstage Kathy’s word. “Fantastic!” the game crows, as she completes the word.

Not one to tolerate a slight, I switch gears to the other new game I’ve been playing: Knighthood. An application that runs within Facebook, it is a somewhat silly game in which you begin life as a Squire and work your way up the feudal ladder by constructing fortifications, recruiting vassals, and attacking your neighbors. I’m still in the ‘building’ stage, fearing to make the transition to ‘War Mode’, but I’ve happily recruited nearly all my ‘friends’ from Facebook to play. (Yep, all three of them.)

Some of them sidle up to Kathy at church. “I got this weird message from Tim — apparently I’m some sort of a … vassal?”

Kathy rolls her eyes, martyr to geekdom that she is. “Yes, he’s all in a tizzy about it. His cousin Kevin introduced him to the game, and it’s been nothing but ‘Knighthood this’ and ‘Knighthood that’, ever since. Just humor him, add the application, and he’ll be happy. I’d draw the line if he starts calling you a ‘varlet’ or a ‘wench’, though.”

Knighthood Logo
The Knighthood Logo

If my unsuspecting recruits accept my invitation, and add the Knighthood application to their profile, they become Knights (or Ladies) and are worth twice as much to me as when they were lowly Squires (or Handmaidens). Otherwise, after 14 days of servitude, they leave my court, and I have to recruit ‘em all over again. Presumably, if I keep bombarding all my ‘friends’ with Knighthood invitations, they’ll either add it to their profile or put me on permanent ‘ignore’.

Baron Tim
Wouldn’t you want to be a vassal to this Baron?

I’m currently a Baron, and serve as liege to seven or eight Knights and Ladies and a whole passel of Squires and Handmaidens. I’ve got to stay ahead of ‘em in rank, or they can win their freedom (and I’ll have no one to work in my castle buildings). It is a strange game, entirely virtual, played against strangers, yet (at least in ‘Peace Mode’) rather passive.

Two potential vassals
There’s nothing passive about these two potential vassals.

Days can go by with nothing really happening in your kingdom, if you’re in the middle of a large building or upgrading project. And yet the game has a certain charm. Many of us, who grew up reading stories of the middle ages, yearn for a time of Chivalry, Honor and Glory. Here in the game of Knighthood, I can arm my vassals with pikes and axes and make sure they all pray in church (to maximize their zeal). Once ready, I can raid the virtual castle of some poor, unsuspecting guy in Bangladesh, winning fame, gold, glory and (if I’m lucky) taking some captives. (Hmmm. Maybe I need to revisit that whole ‘Chivalry’ thing.)

Pemberly
My castle still needs some work, even if (in honor of Mr. Darcy) I named it “Pemberly”.

I’ll keep you posted if I ever go to war … I know several of you are on the edges of your seats. Drop me a line if you want to become my vassal. :)

Tim

Share or follow

Related posts:

Hooray for Fred Meyer

A little more than a week ago, I bought a set of patio furniture for Kathy’s birthday, as discussed in Birthday Bash. I was feeling very virtuous because I had used my hoarded computer fund to purchase the furniture, but God was just looking for a chance to show us His love.

It has been a hard month for the budget — we’re over in kids’ clothes and Kathy’s haircut was more than we expected. All year long she cuts hair for the four males in the house — probably 30 haircuts or so — and we put aside a little money each month so she can have a salon cut and some highlights. Somehow she ended up with some higher costs and a third color, and went over by $46.00.

Daniel washing my car
We also save a lot by never washing our cars …

We recorded some birthday expenses, because I wanted to know if I had any money left. Seeing that I still had a little cash in my Tim’s Miscellaneous, I offered to pay the difference for her haircut. “After all,” I suggested, “a man’s gotta have his wife look good.”

Actually, I’m just pathetically grateful that she’ll cut our hair. I’d be shelling out at least $300 for all those haircuts, and I’d still have to pay for her to get her hair cut.

“No,” Kathy demurred. “I’ll pay some, too. How ’bout you pay $26?”

I bargained her up to $36 (I’ve always been a sharp bargainer) and she rushed off to Target and Fred Meyer to spend some more. She called me from the store while I was out puttering with my tomatoes. It turns out that the patio set was on sale (even more than it was when I bought it). I encouraged her to ask if they would do a price adjustment (or whatever they call it) since we’d bought the furniture so recently. “Yep, they will,” she told me gleefully.

Dave the Brave
David was gleeful too …

I jumped in the car with the receipt as soon as she returned home, and rushed to the store, fearing that the clerk who agreed to give us the deeper discount would leave, quit or be fired before I could get there. But my fears were groundless; they cheerfully agreed to credit me the difference of $108.80!

There are several morals to the story:

  • Don’t be afraid to spoil your wife if you can afford it
  • Don’t be afraid to ask — they can always say “no”, but they might say “yes”
  • If you try to be more generous than God, you’ve got your work cut out for you.

Sarah washes cars daintily ...
“Anyone want to take a turn washing? I’ve got to do my nails … “

A special thanks to Fred Meyer stores for giving me such a good deal on patio furniture. An even bigger thanks to God, for leaving me some money in Tim’s Miscellaneous so that I can balance the budget at the end of the month.

Tim
Project 366, Day 201

Share or follow

Related posts:

Convergence

I am constantly amazed at how the Holy Spirit works different threads in our lives together to convict us of sin and spur us on in righteousness and growth. Idle conversation with one person combines with a song we hear on the radio, and then, BANG! Something we read in the Bible connects with us in a way it never did before, and changes us forever. I call this “convergence”, and it happened to me again today.

About eighteen months ago, I discovered what I wanted to be when I grow up: I want to be a Champion for Jesus. I was attending a prayer seminar down in Oregon, and the speaker was talking about how most pastors would give their right arm for someone who could be, er, their right-hand man. “A champion is the kind of person you could ask to start a new program in a church, and they make it happen and get it done. They don’t complain about how busy they are, or come running back to you for every little decision, but they boldly use their gifts to build up the body of Christ, and God gives them success.” Since this was a prayer conference, it was pointed out that champions are generally men and women of prayer.

Ice cream!  Ice Cream!

Sometimes they also let me be the Ice Cream Man.

One of the best things about our church (from my perspective) is that I am allowed to teach (or at least lead) an Adult Bible Fellowship (ABF) class. Cooler than traditional adult Sunday School classes, ABFs are adult Bible classes that meet on, er, Sundays.

Many churches don’t do Sunday School for grownups anymore — in fact, when we first moved to this area and were shopping for a church, we had a hard time finding one that offered anything beyond the ‘standard’ worship service with a sermon. Personally, I think this is unfortunate for several reasons:

  1. An adult Bible fellowship class can focus on an exegetical study of the scriptures, chapter by chapter, verse by verse. While some classes are topical in nature, I tend to study the scriptures book by book, taking each verse and dealing with it as it comes. Over the past several years, we’ve studied nearly all the epistles and a handful of minor prophets, and now we’re most of the way through the gospel of John.
  2. There’s a difference between having the scriptures explained to you, and working as a group to understand them. I’m a big fan of the Inductive study method, in which I (as ‘teacher’) come up with a set of Observation, Interpretation and Application questions, which we all discuss in class. We hammer out a group consensus answer to each question, not pooling our ignorance, but rather pooling our knowledge of related scripture and the revelation of the Holy Spirit in our individual lives.
  3. There’s a big difference between having a message preached ‘at’ you, and taking part in a discussion about the scripture. Our class ranges in size from 8 to 18, and nearly everyone speaks up. It is very hard to fall asleep or tune out in that kind of a venue — whereas even the most disciplined mind can wander when sitting in a church pew, disengaged from the sermon.

I could go on and on — I’m a huge believer in adult Sunday School. “Show me a person who attends an adult Sunday School class, and I’ll show you someone in whose life God is actively working,” I often say (or at least I would say that if anyone ever gave me a chance).

Some people worry that Adult Sunday School classes can compete with or dilute other ministries, and some churches have stopped offering them because they fear that people “won’t come to church for so long on a Sunday”. I think this is hogwash. Members of the early church met every day for prayer and fellowship in the upper room they rented, and (at least some of them) attended daily teaching in Solomon’s Colonnade (in the temple) as well. I don’t think there is anything about modern life that precludes a much higher level of participation in church programs, Bible studies, service projects, and the traditional worship service experience.

I can catch that truck.

That clown wants some ice cream BAD!

But I digress. I set out to write about convergence, and I must make good on that promise.

Today we were studying the 16th chapter of the gospel of John, in which Jesus begins to explain the transition between His physical ministry and the ministry of the Holy Spirit. Concerned that the disciples might fall away, He exhorted them (in chapter 15) to remain connected to Himself, as the Vine to their Branches. We speculated about how the disciples must have felt, exchanging a solidly-present Jesus for an invisible Spirit “for their own good”, according to Jesus.

One thing led to another, and we began talking about the way that, as good servants and citizens of Heaven, we persevere and endure trouble and hardship for our King for the good of the Kingdom as a whole, not necessarily for our own comfort or enjoyment. We talked about Paul’s word picture of running a race, and how it serves as such a good metaphor for the Christian experience.

Less than an hour later, our pastor preached on Hebrews 12, with a primary focus on this verse:

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” Hebrews 12:1

BANG! Convergence!

Bang - that's scary!

“Daddy, did you say a bad word?”

Sitting in my usual pew, I noticed a new banner hanging near the front of the sanctuary. The image portrayed a runner, bursting through a finish-line tape as he came through wide open, heavenly gates. The caption was something like “Be a champion for Christ”, and so I nudged Kathy. “That’s what I want to be,” I whispered.

BANG! Convergence!

It is just one more of the cool ministries of the Holy Spirit, to further cement the truth that He reveals during Sunday School by affirming it again in the worship service. I would say that it is rare that a Sunday goes by, and we fail to find a connection between the sermon and what we studied in class — and I’m pretty sure that the pastor and I aren’t comparing notes.

As we studied today in John 16:

But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all truth …

We serve a great God.

Tim

Share or follow

Related posts:

debt_thermometer_july2008

91 Days of Ramsey

It has now been three months since we began living according to a budget, and we are astounded with God’s kindness and graciousness to us. In that time, thanks to God’s faithful provision to us, we have been able to retire almost half of our debt (not counting the mortgage on our home). What seemed (just three months ago) to be an insurmountable and crippling debt, now appears to be a manageable amount we could potentially pay off in less than a year. I am reminded of Paul’s prayer benediction in Ephesians 3:20-21:

Almost Halfway!
We’re down to 51%!

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

We have never been grossly foolish with our money, as far as I can remember. We conceal no illicit gambling habit, have bought no big-ticket luxury items, and have not squandered our wealth in foolhardy, get-rich-quick investments. But the steady attrition of self indulgence and inattention has landed us in the unenviable position of owing a sizeable amount of money. Frankly, we were scared when we finally added it up and took stock of how much we owed.

Sprinkler Buddies
These Boys of Summer aren’t scared …

Thanks to some of Kathy’s recent Dave Ramsey reading, and to the encouragement of many of our friends and relatives, we decided to make a few simple changes in our lives:

  1. We figured out how much our monthly bills would be (on average) and set aside money to pay them each month. These include our mortgage, utility bills (there seem to be an unending barrage of these), auto insurance and similar, predictable expenses.
  2. Kathy and I designed a budget to cover the remaining, more discretionary categories of spending, and (this is the important part) determined not to overspend in these areas. Such categories include groceries, household maintenance (light bulbs, shampoo, etc.), fuel, clothing (adult and child), homeschooling expenses, and (most precious of all) Tim and Kathy’s Individual Unaccountable Funds (money that we can spend individually without having to get our spouse’s buy-off). I spend a high proportion of my monthly allotment on gardening supplies and Slurpees (™), while Kathy prefers lattes and home decorating items. If, through inattention, we overspend in any area, Kathy and I contribute money from our personal funds to cover the overage.
  3. After hours of study and intensive economic research, we came up with a wild plan: we stopped using credit to cover our overspending. Oh, we still use a credit card for online purchases, but when we do, I fire off a check from our online banking that same day to cover the full amount of the credit card purchase. Then when the billing cycle is complete, we read those magical words: No Payment Due. Sometimes I get a little carried away paying off Chase or Bank of America, and actually end up with a small credit on my credit card statement, which stands the whole system on its ear. Imagine, actually having credit on a credit card. What’s more, if you leave a balance on the card long enough, they have to send you a check. While I don’t advocate this as a crafty investment plan, it is sort of fun to get a check from a company whose mail you used to dread.
  4. We’ve trimmed and squeezed our monthly budget so that we could make steady payments against our debt. When we get extra money (which seems to happen a lot, lately), we often do something crazy: we use it to reduce our debt. We know it is un-American, but we just can’t seem to help ourselves. As of this writing, we’ve reduced our debt to 51% of what it was, only three months ago. We owe our humble thanks for this to our Lord, Jesus Christ, who has helped us to pay this down so quickly.

As victorious as we feel, it hasn’t all been a bowl of cherries. It hurts not to be able to spend in a carefree fashion, and it takes time (mostly on Kathy’s part) to record each and every transaction, and to monitor the dwindling monthly funds in each category. Both of us have had to swallow some of our pride as we learn to live within our means.

We’re also conscious of how pathetic we must seem, to some of our friends and relatives who have faithfully stuck to a budget for decades. It is interesting to watch our children learn from our mistakes and rapidly adapt our new-found budgeting skills. I was talking with Joshua the other day about the principle of setting aside an emergency fund before saving for a discretionary purchase.

Joshua's savings
Not Joshua’s actual savings.

“How’d you decide how much you would establish as your emergency fund,” I asked him, wondering what he would consider an emergency.

“I decided to set aside the $160 I would need if there was a sudden youth group retreat that I wanted to attend,” he informed me. “That way I still could go, even if I hadn’t known in advance to save for it, or if all my other sources of income suddenly dried up.”

Rachel has been hinting about getting a cell phone for some time. I told her she could have one as soon as she could (a) buy the phone, and (b) pay me, up-front, two month’s reserve to cover the cost of her plan. Dave Ramsey talks about a ‘gazelle-like intensity’ in paying down debt – Rachel left all the gazelles milling around the starting gate in her rush to save enough money to get a phone.

“Hey,” says one gazelle to another. “What was that pink flash?”

Fortunately for Rachel, my employer (just this month!) increased the value of my cell phone perquisite so that the monthly fees for another cell line are quite reasonable.

“Here’s the money, Dad,” she informed me (rather smugly) a couple of days after I had set out the requirements. “I’ve saved up my babysitting money and I’m ready to buy a phone.” So much for that strategy to slow her down.

Rachel's New Phone
Rachel spent at least 10 hours playing with her phone before the account was even activated.

One interesting development is that our spending categories have begun to acquire personalities. Fuel, for example, is a burly, simple man who lives in the moment and doesn’t have to worry about the future. “Next month is Vehicle Maintenance’s problem,” he chuckles, confidently. Since I’ve started van-pooling to work, the end of the month holds no terror for him.

Groceries, on the other hand, is a thin, melancholy woman with low self-esteem, who wishes every month were February, (not on a leap year). “How can I possibly make it to the end of June when I’ve already spent two-thirds of my budget by the eighth day of the month?” she wails.

We talk about them as though they were people. “I don’t think Households wants to pay for that,” Kathy warns.

“How ’bout Kid’s Clothing then, he’s got lots of dough,” I fire back, while Kathy laughs maniacally. (Kid’s Clothing is a chronically under-funded waif with a starvation-swollen belly, who philosophically and somewhat apathetically takes whatever life throws his way.)

As much as it pinches to restrict my discretionary spending, it is fun to be able to spend without guilt. The other day I bought some gardening supplies out of Tim’s Unaccountable Fund, and I didn’t have to worry about justifying the expense to Kathy, or feeling bad about borrowing the money to pay for my hobby. Kathy and I also look forward to the day when we no longer must allocate 10% – 20% of our income to paying down our debt – I’m sure we can find something to do with that extra money every month — maybe we could buy some Teriyaki take-out for Kid’s Clothing.

Tim
Project 366, Day 183

Share or follow

Related posts:

The Street on Which I Live

I’m often amazed at the beauty with which God has graced this world, and the desire that people have to cultivate and appreciate that beauty. Surely Romans 1:20 is self-evidently true:

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.

Today was a glorious day; after I finished work, I just had to be outside. I lay on my back in the yard, looking up at the sky, breathless at the blue and gold of this bright summer evening.

When Kathy returned home from her Lake Day, I grabbed her camera and strolled down the street, snapping pictures of the flowers that my neighbors are growing. David and Sarah came along to keep me company — the pictures in the slideshow below represent just the flowers I could easily find without trespassing.

[slideshow=flowers]

Truth be told, many of the flowers have already bloomed and faded … late May is actually a better time to be a flower photo-hound, at least in western Washington.

– Tim

(OK, I’ll admit it, this whole post was just an excuse to try out some new slideshow software. I had to shrink the pictures down to a pretty low resolution so the slideshow would work — you’ll have to take my word for it that some of the photos were actually quite stunning.)

Share or follow

Related posts: