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The New Traditional Church: Community

// May 11th, 2009 // No Comments » // Business Owner / Partner, Father, Friend, Husband, Son // by Kevin Gilbert

TonyMorganLive.comWhat would happen if we put less attention on organizing relationships and more attention on giving people something to organize around? For example, what if we focused on serving opportunities? Would people naturally gather around those initiatives to serve others? What if we focused on the content we were generating to help people better understand the Bible and its application to our daily lives? Would people naturally organize around that content for conversations together? And what if we embraced social networking to encourage people to find their own friends…like they’re already doing? Would people initiate their own relational connections? 

via The New Traditional Church: Community | TonyMorganLive.com.

Excellent questions by Tony Morgan over at his blog. Questions that hopefully get folks thinking about church and how we do it. And hopefully thinking about how we can do it better.

I like the direction he’s headed with these questions and I like challenging the status quo. I think there are quite a few churches that are leading the way in this regard, but I truly believe we are just scratching the surface of a radical change that is taking place in how church and organized religion is practice in this country. What do you think?

The Ultimate Guide for Everything Twitter

// March 31st, 2009 // No Comments » // Business Owner / Partner, Father, Friend, Husband, Son // by Kevin Gilbert

twitterTwitter Basics

If you had no idea what Twitter was walking into this article, we’re going to start you off at the very beginning. To sign up for Twitter, go to twitter.com and click on “Get Started – Join!”. Fill out the information and voila – you have your own Twitter account. I set up two accounts; one on my personal name, and one for my business. It’s important to grab your names before someone else does, even if you don’t plan on using the account for a while.

via The Ultimate Guide for Everything Twitter | Webdesigner Depot.

For all my friends and family that are still unsure about “this Twitter thing”, here is a great guide that spells it out for you. Let’s call it Twitter 101 and class is in session. Enjoy. And you can follow me here.

Pads

// March 29th, 2009 // No Comments » // Husband // by Kevin Gilbert

So I’m sure most husbands have had the awkward task of going into the store to retrieve feminine hygiene products for their wife at some point in the relationship. And I’m sure, like me, at some point they’ve all felt that feeling of embarrassment and uncertainty while standing in the aisle, trying to make sure the right product is purchased. Large? Small? Wings? No wings? Thin? Wide? Extra absorbent? Way too many options.

Of course, there’s always a positive in everything. With years of experience now under my belt, I am pretty confident, even nonchalant when asked to venture down that aisle. So, apparently the last time my wife picked up feminine products for herself, she got the wrong kind. After relating this tidbit of info to me, I told her that’s what she gets for doing a husband’s job. ;-) I asked her if she needed me to take care of it for her. She smiled and said, “Sure!”

While performing my husbandly duty this evening, I flashed back to some of those early moments of embarrassment and uncertainty. As I did, though, I genuinely felt warmth and love for my wife. I would do anything for her. She is my life, my breath, my everything. I love having her in my life and I love her more than words can say. I’m glad I have the privilege and honor to be her husband and get her pads. Ultra-thin. Wings. Love you, Sweetie!!


Neal and the chopsticks

// March 27th, 2009 // No Comments » // Father, Husband // by Kevin Gilbert

So tonight, after a long week with many challenges, some still unmet, Steph and I decided that neither of us wanted to cook. Eli went to his Mimi’s house and that left the three of us. The weather forced the cancellation of Neal’s t-ball practice so we decided to take him and go out to dinner.

He and I had recently made a trip to the new Kyoto Japanese restaurant in the “new” Kroger shopping center to get Mommy some take out one night. Neal watched, from afar, in wide-eyed wonder at the hibachi masters as they worked magic with spatulas, eggs and fire. I asked him if he wanted to get closer so he could see better, but he was content to observe from a distance. I then asked him if he would want to come back some time so we could sit at the table and watch them better. He silently nodded, still staring at the flames shooting out of the onion volcano. So tonight was the night.

I’ve never been so proud of my boy as I was tonight. I watched him eat, using chopsticks no less, some of everything put on his plate. He turned his soup bowl up and drank it down like nobody’s business. He ate mushrooms, broccoli, zucchini, rice, more rice and shrimp. He clapped at the onion volcano and said thank you when his food was placed on his plate. He said thanks and bye to the lady who collected our money and the nice Mr. Ben, whom he remembered from the last time we were there.

We walked out to the car and got in and we both told him how proud we were that he was our son. I asked him if he liked the Japanese. He nodded that slow and steady nod that was purposeful, yet sleepy. We pulled out of the parking lot and within three minutes he was zonked.

That’s my boy.