Two Suitcases, Two Years

image.jpg

For the past 420 days, I've lived out of nothing more than two suitcases. Talk about minimalistic. 

The past two circumstances I've been in, living in Seattle and living in Australia, required me to live without taking much with me. Having just got back, I realized just how much I'd left behind, and honestly, it made me want to light all my stuff and my entire room on fire. 

I didn't want to deal with all I had accumulated- All the stuff I don't need, while so many others are in need. I didn't want to face my little collection of stored up treasure.

At some point in life, I accumulated SO MUCH STUFF (I think it was in college when everyone tries to transition from high school style to adult style). I had clothes and shoes I didn't even remember having and so many other odds and ends, I was completely overwhelmed. How does someone who lived perfectly out of two suitcases worth of stuff for nearly two years have so much stuff, and why? 

Over my time away, I learned to live simply without even realizing it. I learned that only having a handful of shirts and pants was okay, and that a pair of white Chuck Taylor's and a pair of boots were enough to get by. Now, I have all this stuff and I don't know what to do with it- everything from shoes to jackets (Although, most of them are orange and black). 

I'm not sure how or why I accumulated so much stuff, but I know this- I don't really need it and there are lots of people out there who do. If you're reading this and are in need of some clothing, or know of someone who is, please message or email me to let me know. As long as I have my two suitcases, I'll be okay.  

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Live simply. 

Identifying the Real Need

This afternoon, my dad, my uncle, my cousin and I were repairing some barbed wire fence on our land. It's a pretty routine procedure that gets easier the more helping hands you have. One person can keep the wire out of the way, one person can check the tenseness of the wire down the line, while the other people can work the 'come-along' that pulls the barbed wire tight. In this situation, it was two older men and two younger men working the task. At one point, my uncle, one of the older men, was kneeling on the ground to fix the bottom wire, while I was standing above him keeping the rest of the barbed wires out of the way. As he was finishing up, he reached out his hand to me. I had no idea why; I just thought he was waiting for me to hand him some pliers or some tool that I knew I didn't have, so I just sat there staring at his hand wondering what he was doing. After a minute of waiting and him still awkwardly holding his hand out, I asked what he needed, and he simply said, "I just need a hand getting up."

Oh.

Now, I felt terrible. Here I was just staring at a man struggling to get up, and I didn't have the slightest idea. He's someone I know well and have worked with numbers of times, and he's family, yet I still didn't know he wanted/needed help even though he didn't specifically say it. I wasn't aware of the situation. I couldn't recognize the real need.

Looking back on this simple incident, it reminds me a lot of what it's like going through life. It's easy to look past a person and not realize maybe they just need a hand. Sometimes thing become so routine, it's easy to look past what a person is really needing and feeling. My uncle needed help up. I thought he needed pliers. The man on the street may need someone to talk to. I think he needs money. 

It's so easy to look past the real needs of a situation and try to fix them with something basic or material, like pliers. Sometimes, people don't always need exactly what it looks like they need. Sometimes it looks like someone could use a spare $5, when in reality, they could just use a spare five minutes of your time. Take a few moments within the next few days to slow down and just think: what is the real need in this situation. It's often not what you first think. 

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: You can't fix everything with pliers; Sometimes you just need a helping hand. 

Hope: More than Wishful Thinking

It's a funny moment when you realize a word means something different than what you thought it meant, and you use it in public. For example, in my 10th grade biology class, we were learning how to give CPR. My teacher asked the class the question, "What bone do you press on to apply CPR to someone?" Me, being in 10th grade and having "paid attention" throughout the majority of the class, confidently raised my hand to answer the question and said matter-of-factly, "The scrotum."

*crickets*

Then the teacher proceeded to call me out into the hallway for a chat because the scrotum is obviously not the bone you press on to apply CPR. It's something else. I know that now; I didn't then, but I sure thought I did (No, I wasn't smarting off with my answer. I sincerely thought the scrotum was the sternum. Oops). 

Messing up words can get you in trouble. It can get you detention (like in my case), it can just create an awkward situation for you, or it can make you believe a word means one thing your entire life when it actually means something else, creating a misunderstanding of most sentences that word is used in. This is what has happened to me with another word, "hope." 

For the longest time, I just thought hope meant something a long the lines of "wishful thinking," and I guess it does mean that to some extent. . . to "hope" to win the game," or "hope to feel better." Today, however, I found out that it means much more than that, at least from the Christian context anyway.

Today, I found out that hope for a Christian isn't just a wishful thinking; It's an expectant waiting, a knowledge of fact. It's superior to wishful thinking, and it's an expectancy of God to fulfill all of His Word and all of His Promises because "God cannot lie" (Heb. 6:18). Learning this today seemingly flipped my world upside down. So many verses made much more sense, so much confidence filled my heart, and so much more life came to God's promises; They became more than wishful thoughts; they became fact. I don't think I didn't believe these promises before, but changing the definition of hope from wishful thinking to expectant waiting separated what once sounded like God hoping to be for me, to knowing God is for me. It just sounds so much better. 

Now, I know why hope is not timid. Hope is confident because hope is Truth. Hope is more than wishful thinking. It's what saves us. After all, "Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently (Rom. 8:24-25)" 

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Biblical hope is more than well-wishing; it's belief in fact and waiting expectantly for it. 

 

5 Things Jesus Said That Christians Hate Hearing

No saying or commandment of Jesus Christ is 'easy.'

His commandments are difficult. They're difficult to hear and even more difficult to follow, and frankly, at times, are even commands Christians can hate hearing. Jesus wasn't always gentle with His words, He wasn't a people-pleaser, and He most certainly wasn't politically correct. His teachings were countercultural to His day, and are even more so today. He taught to turn the other cheek, to forgive even in the most extreme cases in the most extreme ways and that He is the only Way to eternity. He gave it to us straight, no chaser. 

It's not just non-Christians, who feel like Jesus' teachings are extreme at times. Even to Christians, there are times that call for head scratchings and, "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" moments- Moments like these, when we hate what we hear, but are called to live accordingly anyway:  

1) Love your enemies
"You have heard that is was said, 'You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy,' but I say to you, love your enemies . . ." - Matt. 5:43-44
Humans hurt one another, and no one gets through life without enemies. We have national enemies, friends who hurt us and other people we don't always see eye to eye with. It seems ludicrous to love these people, especially when they cause us harm; however, that's what we're supposed to do, love and pray for them. That's a tough one to swallow.

2) Take up your own cross
"If anyone desires to follow me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me," - Matt. 16:24
Following Jesus comes with a cost. Though the gift of salvation has been paid, it still comes with a cost- your life.

3) The 'Golden Rule'
"Therefore, whatever you want men to do to you, do also to them, for this is the Law and the Prophets." - Matt. 7:12
It's easy to be selfish. It's easy to only do what I want to do for me and forget about others; however, the moment I stop thinking of myself first and begin to think of others, the moment I begin to realize that there's more joy in selflessness that selfishness. It's hard to hear, but makes living so much better. 

4) 'Hate' your family
"If anyone comes to Me and does not hate his father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple." - Luke 14:26
We all love our families, our friends and ourselves. It would seem like the worst thing to do to 'hate' the people we love, especially when Jesus says Himself to love everyone. It seems like a command that counters His other commands of loving thy neighbor. I don't believe we are to actually hate, but instead are called to put into perspective the importance of following Jesus, rather than following the world, even if it comes with following Jesus' commands rather than those closest to us. 

5) Let the dead bury the dead
"Let the dead bury their own dead, but you go and preach the kingdom of God." - Luke 9:60
This sounds intense, doesn't it? No time for mourning or sorrow? It doesn't sound like it. Jesus reminds us of the pressing issue that this life is fleeting, and that the time to preach the Gospel is short. As intense as it sounds, I believe He's right: This life is temporary, and we shouldn't waste it. We should be ready to proclaim the life to come, not the life that has past. 

I think C.S. Lewis had it right:

“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”

Jesus was either Who He said He was, or He was crazy. He wasn't just a moral teacher or a God we can listen to sometimes. We have to either take all He said seriously, or nothing at all, even if we hate hearing it.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Sometimes what we need to hear most is what we hate hearing. 

 

Feeling Uninspired?

image.jpg

"What should I write about?" - Me

"You could write about . . . *silence*" - Nick

"I haven't read my Bible in three days, and I feel so uninspired." - Me

"I think that's worth noting." - Nick

*Ding*

The less inspired I am, the more uninspired I feel.

It's interesting though, what inspires people. I suppose it's different for everyone.

As me for, I've spent the last three days in beautiful, New Zealand. Honestly, I thought that would be inspiration enough. Spending each day surrounded by some of the world's most spectacular beauty in the form of mountains, lakes, waterfalls and oceans seems like it would do the inspirational trick; however, here I sit uninspired to write something for only the second or third time on this journey of 100 blogs in 100 days.

I always thought nature inspired me, and I guess it does to an extreme extent. I thought sitting by lakes, hiking up mountains chasing waterfalls were all that i needed for real inspiration. These things are lifegiving, but, as of now, seem to have run out of steam on the inspirational train. The truth is, I'm missing out on the inspiration that drives my whole thought process.

I want to piggy back on the post that my friend, Bryce, wrote a couple of days ago about creativity. He wrote about how the Creator ultimately left one of His special marks on us, and that mark is creativity. Yes, just as creation (mountain, valleys and bodies of water) was inspired and created by Him, so were we, and in turn, we are inspired to create by those things, but ultimately we are inspired by Him and His Word. To create and be inspired, we must be in touch with our Creator and be inspired by Him.

For me, that's by spending time reading from His literal Words to us. What's more inspirational than the Word of a Supernatural, Triperson Diety and the Creator of the Universe? Not a lot, i can tell you that.

Dig Deep and find what inspires and sparks your creativity this week.

Create something.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Inspiration won't be found when you're not doing what inspires you.

The 'Present' is a Gift; Enjoy it

image.jpg

It's easy to remember the past, easy to stress about the future and hard to focus on the present. It's easy to reflect on past memories, both good and bad, and realize things could always be better or worse. It's stressful to think about the future and how things may or may not play out; However, why is it so difficult to just focus on the present?

Nostalgia seems like it can take over at every blink of the eye. It takes over the mind with thoughts of past friendships, memories, successes and failures, and it almost always leaves with the "What if?" question. The past is easy to go back to because it's already happened. It's an easy place the mind often goes to when it wants to escape from stress.

On the other hand, however, the mind spends a lot of time dwelling on the future, which in turn, creates stress. It's like a never ending cycle. I'll often find myself day-dreaming away about what could be, would be and should be, and I become consumed with future thoughts that do nothing but stress me out because I believe the only way things can unfold correctly is the way in which I think think them up (stress about) in my head. Focusing on the future leads to stress, and stress leads to nostalgia. The future and the past are not where we should be; we should be in the present.

Staying in the present is easier than said than done. Sure, it's easy to physically be somewhere, but how much harder is it to mentally be there? It's much easier to check out than it is to check in and focus. When's the last time you were fully invested into a conversation without wondering what was for lunch, how many missed texts you had or whether or not the person you're talking to is almost finished talking?

Dwelling on the past and stressing about the future rob the present. It's not wrong to reminisce on old memories, but don't do it so much that you miss the opportunities to make new ones. With that in mind, don't get so worked up about the future that you forget to take care of the present so the future can happen.

"Wherever you are, be all there."

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Don't be so nostolgic that it robs you of future opportunites to be nostolgic.

Create Creativity

The theme of creativity and what it truly means has resurfaced many times in my life, especially recently. So in this post, I’m going to tell my story as it relates to creativity, and then I’m going to help you tell yours. Here goes--

In November of 2010, my freshman year of college, I was given the opportunity to attend the World Creativity Forumin Oklahoma City. This is a world-renowned event, where creative minds from every possible walk of life come together once a year to share their stories and do their part to advance society as we know it. This event can be adequately described in one word: braingasm.

The World Creativity Forum, coupled with a recent discovery and mild obsession with oft-denounced Christian thinker, Rob Bell, made me realize something: I am so deeply compelled by these people who consider themselves “creatives” that I must be a creative person as well.

I didn’t really stop to think why I connected so well with these people. I just knew I wanted to be like them. It’s like we spoke a common language that went deeper than words. Their vibe was electrifying.

So, a year later, convinced of my creativity, I “created” an event at my university called the Oklahoma CreativityFestival (über creative, eh?). That kept me on my streak of “creativity” for a good while.

Fast forward to now, and this small-town Okie has found himself in Los Angeles, the most creative city in the world. I work for the world’s largest and arguably most innovative automotive company, Toyota. In the past few months, we have released the world’s first publically sold fuel-cell powered vehicle, we’ve announced our goal to only sell fuel cell vehicles by 2050 (basically, it’s an electric vehicle, but the electricity is provided by hydrogen which can be extracted from virtually anything that exists, and the only emission is pure drinking water), and we have invested $1billion in two new facilities where we will partner with Stanford & MIT to research artificial intelligence and autonomous transportation with the goals of eliminating fatalities caused by traffic accidents, as well as giving senior adults the opportunity to age at home with their independence and dignity intact.

Pardon me while I wipe the sweat off my brow, because my head is spinning from trying to wrap my head around thelife-changing creativity that surrounds me.

The flow of creativitysurrounding me doesn’t end at my profession though; my church, Mosaic, is situated at the end of the Walk of Fame on Hollywood Boulevard, and the mission of this church is to help people understand the critical connection between creativity and spirituality. To paraphrase the pastor, Erwin McManus:

“This is the intersection of creativity and spirituality—humans materialize the invisible… Humans create futures. No other creature has this power. The creative act is proof of the soul. We breathe; therefore we create. Jesus said we are salt of the earth and the light of the world. With those words, He illuminated the potential in us that we so often doubt.”

Why am I telling you all these details about my life? Because I want you to understand the extent of aninternal dilemma I recently faced: I call myself creative, I am drawn to creative people, I drench myself in the creativity of others… but I’m not really all that creative.

When I realized that, I felt defeated. So I began to process it, and I came to some conclusions about the truth of who I am: More and more, I realize that I am so compelled by creative people because I am actually not naturally like them. I’m really pretty boring by nature. It’s the same reason I am drawn to really liberal people: at the deepest level, I lean to the right, even if I don’t say it. That’s just who I am. But I really, really appreciate who other people are as well, and so I just want to get in their minds and live in their shoes sometimes.

Once I accepted that I’m drawn to creative people because I’m not that creative, I decided to dig even deeper into what creativity means, and when I did that, I came to an exciting conclusion: I am creative. I can create. I can take a thought and make it into something, even if it’s just words. That’s creating something, right? So maybe I’m not creative based on my former definition of creativity, which basically equated creativity to artistic expression. And while artistic expression is almost certainly one of the highest forms of creativity and beauty, that definition is also quite limited and narrow.

Here’s the lesson: creativity is not just art. Creativity is an acknowledgement within our souls that there is the potential for a better world, which can only be brought about by the unstoppable force of love. Beneath every riot chant, every protest song, every vulgar painting of war, death, depravity, and nakedness; beneath every poem of heartbreak, every euphoric dance beat, every tattoo, every Excel spreadsheet, every Powerpoint presentation, every cooked meal, every speaker’s message, every. single. output. that. we. make… is an acknowledgment--conscious or subconscious—of the existence of love. Not just brotherly love. Not just erotic love. No. Agape love. The love of God.The force of all that is good.One might argue that some create things that are meant to be evil or even just pointless. But evil and apathetic can only exist when there is love. And there is always love. There always will be love.

I’m not about to tell you that I plan on singlehandedly saving the world by turning Toyota into the PeaceCorps2.0. However, I plan on pouring my energy, life, and love into making the world better, using the auto industry as a vehicle (pun 100% intended).  I live by the Frederick Buechner quote, “The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.” The world needs clean transportation. It needs the ability to safely transport goods and services around the world. Automotive is such an enabler of good… the possibilities are endless. I didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity to work in this industry, because it’s exactly where my gladness meets the world’s needs. It’s the place I can uniquely take love to people. It’s where I can most naturally create.

And therefore, I say to you: create. Create anything. Create the most abstract, indescribable thing you can think of. Because you are powerful. Whatever it is that you create was once invisible. It was a thought, an idea. And you are making it real.

Find what makes your heart the most glad, enter that space, and create within it.

At one time, you were merely a thought, an idea. But God created you into flesh & blood. He created you. And He saw that you were/are good. You are His deepest gladness. In His infinite power, He imprinted His own likeness upon you so that you too could create.

We are not gods, but we are God’s. And we are like God, who is the definition of love. So be like God and create. Do it out of and for love. Your creativity is eternal.

 -Bryce

Bryce's Note: Creativity is essential to your existence as a human; you have the ability to turn the invisible (thought) into reality (action).

This was a guest post done by my good friend, Bryce Rowland, out of California. He's got some big things ahead. Shout out to him for taking time out of his busy schedule to contribute to Cliff Notes.  

What's in your Backpack?

 

image.jpg

Imagine a backpack on your shoulders. Now, imagine filling it with your 'essentials,' whatever those are. Maybe it's books, a laptop, deodorant, clothes, photos... the list goes on and on. Keep filling it up. Now, imagine the weight of it. How heavy is it, and how much would that weight hold you down? Imagine it.

Today, I walked through the airport with 60 pounds of baggage, and walking through the airport with with 60 pounds of baggage is heavy. With bags on bags on bags strapped across my shoulders, it literally feels like the weight of the world is holding me back. I want to walk fast, but I can't. I want to get where I'm going, but I'm not. I want to feel free, but I don't, all because of stuff.

Packing for a six month stent in another country is difficult. "You may need this, you may need that, and oh, you can't forget this," roll constantly through the mind, creating a sense to need to stuff one's entire life into as few suitcases and bags as possible. Here's a hint from someone who's learned the hard way: you don't need to pack up your entire life and bring it with you because if you do, you're just going to end up with a lot of 'stuff' weighing on your shoulders.

From what I've learned, this is a lot like life. The more stuff I have, the more weighed down I feel. The more stuff I collect and try to put in my bag of 'essentials,' the more tied down, attached and stuck I feel. 'Stuff' does this to us. It makes us feel attached, and it makes it steals our hearts. I literally probably wore 40 percent of the clothes and shoes I brought, and I even packed decorations for my wall. Why? Because I was attached.

The idea here isn't packing, friends. The idea is attachment and storing up treasure. By the looks of what I put into my 'essentials' bag, I'd have to say I've stored up a lot of treasure in this world that is doing nothing but really holding me down and attaching my heart to things it doesn't need to be attached to. My treasure has been in the wrong place, and I can literally feel it weighing on my shoulders.

Where is your treasure, and again I ask, how heavy is your essentials bag? Don't store treasure up here. It will only hold you down and steal your heart, and you can't take it with you when you're gone anyway.

Travel light.

We're only here a short while, and we're heading toward eternity.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: "Where your treasure is, there is where your heart will be also."

The Question We're All Wondering About Communion

This morning at church, we took communion. Communion is a special time for Christians to reflect on the sacrifice of Jesus, as we remember the body and the blood of Christ; however, this morning, I have to admit, I found myself distracted by the daunting question that I know we've all wondered:

Where do the leftover communion bread and juice go?

I know you may have clicked on this blog possibly expecting some deep, theological thoughts, but I think this could potentially be just as important as a theological complexity. This is a serious question, folks. Though, probably not as serious as reflecting on the ceremony itself, but still, it's a good question to ask. After all, this is Christ's body and blood we're talking about. We can't just throw that away, can we?

I have three theories that I believe could possible answer this question that we're all dying to know the real answer too. See what you think.

1) The greeters eat it
It's commonly known that the greeters at a church chill in the back and shoot the breeze once the service starts; however, I believe that greeting isn't their only important role. I believe they're the ones who have to properly dispose of all the leftover communion elements by eating it all in the back after everyone has partaken. It may or may not be a rule that all the communion elements must be eaten before the service ends, and it's the greeters job to make sure this rule is followed. If you're a greeter at your local church, please, way in on this theory. I'd be interested to know how long it takes you to eat four leftover loaves of bread.

2) It's given to the kid's ministry
Everyone knows that a kid's ministry isn't a 'kid's ministry' until there are snacks involved. Every once and a while, the kid's ministry is bound to run out of off-brand-Oreos for snacks, so they have to make an exception. In step the leftover communion elements. It's a special Sunday when the kid's get the leftover, stale bread and imitation grape juice.

3) The interns get it
Here's a thought for you: Why do churches always have interns? Answer: To dispose of the leftover communion elements. Here's my thought: The leftover bread and juice get put down a shoot, which lands on a conveyer belt, leading to a Willy-Wonka-like factory with a grape juice river (instead of chocolate) where the church interns sort out the leftover bread remains and re-bag it for future use. It's a great recycling method, plus, it keeps the interns busy in their time off from folding church bulletins.

What do you think? What are your theories on the mystery of leftover communion? Is it simply thrown away, or is there more to it all that we just don't know about?

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Leftover communion- the church's greatest conspiracy

Prayers for Paris

It feels weird to be normal on a day like today, the day after which hundreds of people were injured or killed for no reason. It just feels strange to be living a normal, safe life. 

A huge majority of the world is in pain, sorrow and disbelief after yet another terrorist attack on one of the world's most renowned cities, Paris, France, and I'm just going about my day-to-day life on the other side of the world. It's almost like nothing happened; it's so far off. It just feels strange. I, much like the rest of the world, am simply in shock.

What does someone do when they're halfway around the world and hears about more than a hundred people being murdered and more than a hundred more injured? How can someone in a current state of shock, confusion and displacement help? 

I'm not sure, but I know these things:

1) We can be sad, but we can't be scared

2) We can take a moment to really feel what it felt like on Sept. 11, 2001 and really empathize with our friends in France

3) We can pray for Paris

In moments of terror, shock and pain, we can stand strong, we can surround those that need to be surrounded in support and we can pray for a peace that transcends all understanding. We can take heart in knowing that there is hope in the future, and that hope leads us as we move forward. 

It's easy to dwell on how ugly this world can be, but in the future, I pray that Paris can take heart in how beautiful the world can be when humanity comes together to love on people in need.

-Cliff

-Cliff's Note: Pray for Paris.

Chase to be a Waterfall

TLC once said, "Don't go chasing waterfalls," but lately I haven't been listening to them.

Over the past couple of days, I've been waterfall hunting- not intentionally, but it's just kind of worked out that way. Remember that blog about adventuring more locally? Well, I found out I've lived within a 10 minute drive of two waterfalls for the past six months, so I decided to pay a visit to the great, local bartenders of nature.

Of all the peaceful, relaxing, majestic and picturesque things about waterfalls, there's something I find quite peculiar: waterfalls seem almost immortal. Maybe it's just me, but whenever I'm watching a waterfall, I can't help but wonder where all the water keeps coming from. They just seem to pour and pour and pour and never stop. They never seem to run out of water, ever. It's like the body of water they come from never runs dry or changes. Gallons and gallons of water all from them each day, yet the body of water above never seems to change. It's astounding to me. They just keep pouring out. It makes me wish I was more like a waterfall, myself.

I'm truly astounded by the way waterfalls can continue pouring out all the day long, seven days a week. They never need a break. They never get tired. They just keep going and going, no batteries included. Sure, it rains and they collect run off, but it still seems like that wouldn't be enough for the amount of water that seems to come out of them. Waterfalls are like the little fountains that used to be in your grandmother's house that had a pump in them, pumping water all the day long, except they aren't fountains, and they aren't at your grandmother's house. They're in nature and they just keep doing what they do all day long. 

I wish I was more like this. I wish I could keep pouring out day in and day out. I wish I could give 100 percent at everything I do. I wish I could be completely, emotionally invested in every conversation I partook in. Even more so, I wish I could pour out more to others more than I pour into myself.

I wish I were more like a waterfall. I wish we all were. The more waterfalls, the more pouring out, and the more pouring out, the more filled up we would all be.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Chase to be a waterfall.

Silence: The Ultimate Third Wheel

For some people, listening to leaves fall isn't peaceful. It's scary and stressful because it's quiet. The silence is violent, especially within a crowd. As soon as silence hits, it's awkward, and it leaves one alone with thoughts, insecurities and curiosities of what others are thinking. Sometimes though, that's not the case. Sometimes, silence between people is pure gold.

It's 1 a.m., and I'm still awake. I'm sitting with a good friend and former college roommate in the basement of the house we're staying in. The lights are still on, but the television is off. There's conversation, but there's also silence. The conversation varies. Sometimes, faith comes up or memories of the past, and other times it's discussion about who has the ugliest looking feet. The silence though, is special. It's one of those silences that you don't feel any pressure to break because the silence is all that needs to be said; it's completely comfortable.

It takes a special kind of friendship/relationship to get those special kinds of silences. You may have noticed this, but any time you're in a circumstance in which you find yourself meeting someone new and having to make small-talk for a long period of time, silence is the enemy. If there's silence, it's awkward. However, that's not the case tonight. The silence is chill, calm and comfortable. 

Sometimes nothing needs to be said. You can just sit there in the company of someone you care about, and that in itself is enough, which is a strange concept. It's like each one of you knows what the other person is thinking, so the thoughts just take over, like telepathy. 

I'm not saying that I have the gift of telepathy or anything, but I think I definitely have the gift of a good friendship.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: The best friendships are the one's in which silence is the third wheel. 

The Power of Unity

Have you ever tried to play matchmaker with your friends? You know, like when you’re dating someone, and then you try to hook your best friend and his or her best friend up together. If it works, it’s the best feeling ever because you know you’re set on double dates for a lifetime! If it doesn’t, well . . . things have the potential to be a tad awkward. Anyway, the point I want to make is that it feels amazing when you see two people who never knew one another before that you care about get together and enjoy one another’s company. There’s nothing like seeing unity between people who had no unity before. There’s power and life in it.

This is why I love unity so much and why I love striving to see it happen. I love playing the matchmaker, not just in relationships but in friendships and business situations, as well. I love whenever I have two different groups of people I know come together to hang out and everyone has something in common. It always makes for a good time. I also enjoy seeing people connect who have never connected before. When folks find common ground in something and begin to share successes and struggles, it’s one of the realest things humans can do.

Lately, I’ve been reading the book of Nehemiah (Knee-huh-my-uh), and it’s a book full of unity. It’s a story of a guy getting together an entire group of different families and people in order to achieve a common goal based off of a commonality- their faith. Nehemiah is essentially a book about a guy who finds out the wall of Jerusalem has been knocked down. He goes off to rebuild it, and with the help of the Jewish people coming together, they rebuild the entire wall in just 52 days, despite (a lot of) opposition- An entire wall around a city, while fighting off bad guys in just 52 days. That’s fast, especially for ancient times. More so than just finishing an entire city’s wall in 52 days, everyone in the parts surrounding Jerusalem became terrified because of the work God had done in them to finish the wall saw fast. All the people from the outside looking in saw the unity the Jewish people had in their faith in God, and the outsiders were afraid all because of the unity they saw, and all because of the unity they saw, they saw God. Weird how all that works, huh?

Unity is a powerful thing, and that’s why it’s so special. It’s amazing when people can set aside their differences, come together over a common cause and overcome whatever obstacles are in their way. Whether it’s the United States turning from their political differences and coming together during a time of national crisis, a small town like Stillwater, Okla. coming together time and time again after a tragedy or simply a couple set up on a blind date, when unity happens, it’s a special thing. There’s nothing like it in the world. Strive for unity.

-Cliff

Cliff’s Note: There’s beauty in unity.

Small People, Dream Big

I had a dream that I played football, basketball AND baseball for Oklahoma State University all at the same time. I was a three sport starter at a division one university. I had another dream that I backpacked across Europe with nothing but a couple changes of clothes, a passport and a few friends. I've even had a dream that all of the cows my family owns could talk, and that they specifically told me that they did not want to go to McDonald's, but instead wanted to go to Whattaburger (smart cows, huh?).

Aren't dreams great? They're like little movies playing in your head while you sleep for 8 hours every night, so you're never bored. Not only that, but they're inspiring, too. They make the impossible seem true, even if it's just for a night, and they always leave you wondering, "What if that was real?" Dreams take people places, not just in the head, but in real life; however, in order for them to take you somewhere, you have to follow them.

Everyone has dreams. It's a part of life; however, it seems like dreams tend to get smaller the bigger we get. Every little girl dreams of becoming a princess and every young boy dreams of becoming a knight. Princesses and knights look different to each kid, but there's no doubt that all boys and girls dream to be a hero or heroine of some sort. There's just something interesting about how the smallest people, children, tend to have the biggest dreams. Then, we grow up and we aren't quite the princess or the knight we once dreamt of, and the dreams seem to change into nightmares or become unrecognizable. 

I want to ask you a question right now, and I'd like you to try to answer it.

What is your dream? 

It doesn't matter if it's impossible, doesn't exist or doesn't make any money. What's your dream?

Now, here's the challenge: tell someone that dream. Tell your mom, your best friend or even me, if you want to. Just message me or email me. I love hearing dreams, and I'd love to encourage you in yours.

I realize I talk about dreams a lot. It's because I'm passionate about them, and I want others to be passionate about them, as well. There is life to be had outside of living for the weekend, and that's why I want to challenge you to try to put your dreams into words, even if it doesn't make total sense.

Be a small person. Dream big. Who knows what could happen?

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Dream it. Say it. Share it. Do it. 

'Stressed Out:' A Song Review for Those Growing Up


Here's something different. I could blog about adventures, faith and life lessons all day long, and I'd likely never run out of anything to talk about, but let’s go somewhere else for a bit. I have 100 days of blogs to cover, so I figure I have some leeway with different things to chat about. 

I love music. It's one of my favorite things on earth. It usually doesn't matter what kind it is, I just love music. I enjoy country, rap, rock, alt, folk, electronic, and all the above. Without music, life would be quiet and quiet isn't always good. Life needs some background music, whether you're driving down the street or watching a movie, it wouldn't be the same without music. Here's to music, and here's to one song that I currently can’t stop listening to. 

The song is 'Stressed Out,' and the artist is Twenty One Pilots. Honestly, I feel like it describes a lot of my life right now, as I transition from school to the real world. If you'd like, listen above, and read below:

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.

My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

We're stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,

It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money."
Yo.

I relate to this song a lot. I relate to the struggles of writing and originality, and I definitely relate to the idea of caring more about what people think of me now, rather than when I was younger. The nostalgic thoughts and pressures to grow up and provide for not only myself, but my future family also haunt my mind quite often, as well. The way I can relate to this song reminds me that I'm not alone in these thoughts, which in a way, is a form of encouragement. Growing up is scary, and it's easy to "wish to turn back time to the good, old days," but it's an unavoidable part of life that definitely has its perks.

I'm glad I don't have to grow up alone, and I'm glad there are hundreds of thousands of other twenty-something-year-olds experiencing the same types of thoughts and feelings.

Don't stress out, friends. You're not alone. 

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Growing up is a part of life, but that doesn't mean you have to stop dreaming. 

People Are Valuable

Before time began, God was. Infinite and perfect. Existing outside of time, but defining time. Then, in an absolutely controlled moment of chaos, He spoke everything into existence. All beauty and beast and light and life.

Galaxies upon galaxies; infinite upon infinite.

AND THEN! Mankind. Lovingly crafted in the image of that universe creator. Made in “Our” likeness. The first words about humans are words from God’s mouth, placing infinite value on his special mammals.

I spent the last year living in Seattle, where I worked with, served, and loved, a big ol’ mess of humans. More than any other time in my life, I was immersed in an unapologetically raw, vulnerable, and often dirty, expression of humanity. It was life changing. Exposed to very visible brokenness, I walked away with a better understanding of the redemptive power of people loving people like we were commanded to. The type of love that we’re called to is the most powerful of equalizers. There is no room for “us” or “them” in a love that says, “Love your neighbor as your self.”

When asked what the greatest commandment is, Jesus gave two answers. Either Jesus was bad at math, or He meant exactly what he said: “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets.” I see Jesus making two very intentional points here:

1.     Earlier in Matthew, Jesus says that he has come to fulfill the law and the prophets; here, we see how that happens: love. Don’t miss how huge this is! The law, which existed to help people stay in right standing with God, was fulfilled by love: the love of Jesus as evidenced by his life and death; and the love of man for God and fellow man.

2.     Another statement that shows the value that has been placed on humans! I believe that “love God” and “love your neighbor” are the same commandment. Not because man is equal to God, but because love for God cannot exist without love for neighbor also existing! Jesus had every right to say that the greatest commandment is to love the Lord your God, and leave it at that. The fact that he didn’t – that He added the second part – offers a glimpse into the incredible value God has placed on people.

The most Christ-like thing we can do is to sacrificially love our fellow man. As followers of Jesus, and emulators of Him, we have a clear call to love our neighbor. Even to death. What a beautiful calling. How incredible that God has invited us in to the act of love. How humbling.

The world needs your love. People are valuable. It’s time to act.

-Clark

Clark's Note: There is no room for “us” or “them” in a love that says, “Love your neighbor as your self.”

This was a guest post done by my good friend, Clark Schofield, whom I met in Seattle in the Serve Seattle program. Big thanks to him for contributing to Cliff Notes on a topic that needs to be addressed more. His God-given passion and love for people are a blessing to all he comes in contact with.

 

Why 'Home' and 'Adventure' Should be in the Same Sentence

I spent 80 percent of this weekend driving around in a 1990's Toyota mini-van, and it was one of the most life-giving weekends of my entire life. It was the people, the beauty and the music. It was a camera in my hand, and it was having no agenda. This weekend was perfect.

This past couple of days, I drove around Kangaroo Island in South Australia. It's an island that's about a 30-minute ferry ride away from the mainland, and it's an island that's free from big cities and full of authentic, untouched Australian 'Bushland.' I have to admit, out of all the places we've visited while we've been here, this was my favorite. It trumps Sydney, Carnes and all the above. This is just personal opinion, of course, but for me, it was a wonderful experience exploring some of Australia's most preserved land. It had me wondering, "why don't more people come here?"

I talked to many locals around the Adelaide area before we left for KI, and many of them had never been, and the ones who had been had only gone when they were young. This amazed me. It's a place of such natural beauty, yet people don't seem keen to make the two and a half hour trek to the small island. It seems crazy to miss something so beautiful that's so close to home, yet honestly, it's the same deal for me; I don't explore home either.

Have you ever had the chance to explore what's around you? Or, better yet, Have you ever had the desire to explore what's around you? Your home. I mean like really explore it and appreciate it for what it is. It's super easy to take something for granted when it's close. It's easy to say, "I'll see it sometime. There's always next year." And then you say that for 10 years, 20 years and so on, and then it's too late. You've missed it. You've missed the adventure that was closest to you.

So far, I've missed it. I've missed the adventure closest to me. This is how I've treated my home state, Oklahoma, most of my life.

In reality, Oklahoma has some wonderful natural beauty that I've never taken advantage of. It's home to some of the oldest mountains in the world, the Wichita Mountains, it's home to a mini desert in the Little Sahara, and it easily has one of the most scenic freshwater lakes in the country at Beaver's Bend. I haven't explored hardly any of these places, and these are just a few of the many examples of local adventures that I haven't explored because honestly, what adventure could I ever experience at "home."

How wrong I have been.

The truth is, there's a lot of adventure to experience in one's home. Just like I've taken for granted all the wonder in my own home state, it's easy for others to do the same. No one ties the words 'home' and 'adventure' together in the same sentence very often, but I believe we should. There's plenty of adventure to be had right where you are, so have at it. You'll undoubtably see something you've never seen before. 

Go explore home.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Before you adventure across the world, adventure across your home.  

P.S: If you're interested, and want to join, I'll be planning some weekend trips across my home, Oklahoma, starting after the new year. If you'd like to join, get in touch with me. We'll make it happen.

Photo Blog: Kangaroo Island | Day 2

If you're going to South Australia, I definitely recommend going to Kangaroo Island. We spent the day experiencing some amazing beauty, and yes, we did finally see a kangaroo (I almost ran over it as it ran out in front of our car). Enjoy today's shots!

thumb_IMG_2072_1024.jpg

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: Today's stops on KI were Admiral's Arch, Seal Bay, the Little Sahara and the Remarkable Rocks.

Photo Blog: Kangaroo Island | Day 1

One of the best things about traveling abroad is actually getting to travel. There's nothing like escaping the city blocks, buildings, and busyness. Cliff Notes will look a tad different over the next few days, as I'll be posting more photos than writing from the weekend trip we're on in Kangaroo Island. Photos are worth a thousand words, after will. Here are some shots from day one. 



Kangaroo Island, Day one: Zero kangaroos, one lizard.

-Cliff

Cliff's Note: We went wine tasting, and visited a honey farm, a eucalyptus distillery and a beach called Emu Beach (which had no emus).