Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
insert catchy title here
Meanwhile, back at Veritas, there were 5 people who were about to get baptized. Each one of these stories is so unique, so authentic, so compelling. God is at work.
Baptisms - Oct 16th 2011 from Veritas Church on Vimeo.
One of these stories is Raquel's. Pretty sure it's worth 10 minutes of your time.
This is my God story - Raquel from Veritas Church on Vimeo.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
in case you missed it
Here are two videos from the greater Veritas/Salt community. 1 has purpose. And 1 has...well...less purpose. Or does it? You be the judge.
Adoleo - Waiting for You. from Gabriel Noll on Vimeo.
N. O. B. L. E. from Veritas Church on Vimeo.
Adoleo - Waiting for You. from Gabriel Noll on Vimeo.
N. O. B. L. E. from Veritas Church on Vimeo.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Veritas's 1st year
After a lengthy hiatus, I have returned to the blogosphere. And...
I am conflicted about this post. As usual my friend, colleague, brother, Mark Arant has beat me to the punch on this (btw, he is a much better blogger than I am - metropuritan.blogspot.com/); but I digress.
Last Sunday Veritas turned 1 year old. It's hard to believe; even harder to quantify all that God has done. But "strangers have joined us...they have attached themselves to the house of Jacob" (Isaiah 14); and we have been privileged to be a part of it.
Here's a glimpse at what we've seen:
One Year Anniversary of Veritas Church from Veritas Church on Vimeo.
Makes us all wonder: what will God do next?
I am conflicted about this post. As usual my friend, colleague, brother, Mark Arant has beat me to the punch on this (btw, he is a much better blogger than I am - metropuritan.blogspot.com/); but I digress.
Last Sunday Veritas turned 1 year old. It's hard to believe; even harder to quantify all that God has done. But "strangers have joined us...they have attached themselves to the house of Jacob" (Isaiah 14); and we have been privileged to be a part of it.
Here's a glimpse at what we've seen:
One Year Anniversary of Veritas Church from Veritas Church on Vimeo.
Makes us all wonder: what will God do next?
Friday, June 17, 2011
Confessions (1)
A few nights ago I had a very hard conversation with my wife. It went something like this:
"Ashley, I have something I need to tell you," I said.
"I hate it when you start a conversation like that, it makes me nervous," Ashley replied. "Do I really want to know? What is it?"
The pit in my stomach was formidable now.
"I'm not sure how to say this to you," I continued. "But...it's something you need to know."
"Just tell me Jeff!"
There was no turning back now. It was time to come clean.
"Okay...I've been listening to Country music," I admitted.
The look was one of utter disgust. And to be honest, I deserved it. I'd been the Saul of 'Country' my entire life. Dismissing it, disparaging it, persecuting all who listened to it. How could people enjoy this!?!? It was so simple, so corny, so lame!!!
And then (seemingly overnight) - 1) I had a kid - 2) and looked at the world - 3) and became a hypocrite.
(Back to the conversation)
"WHY!?!? Why would you do something like that? What are your reasons?" Ashley demanded.
Here's why - and believe me this reasoning is riddled with holes. But I started to imagine family vacations, working in the garage with the radio on, taking Kota to soccer practice - and the content of the music that very well may end up shaping her life (our lives). And here's what I've come to realize...
Observation #1:
Country music's primary audience - it's intended audience - is people who are in loving, committed, monogamous relationships. That's what they're singing about, that's what they're working toward, that's the goal.
Hip Hop's primary audience - it's intended audience - is people who are in casual, non-committed, 'loose' relationships. Hence the multiple references to 'booty', 'hoes', and 'creeping in the club' (holy crap I sound old).
All I'm saying is that I would take my daughter to a Kenny Chesney concert; but I'd never take her to a Ludacris concert. I've been to one of those.
Observation #2:
Country music produces happy thoughts, pictures, emotions in me. There remains a real, a simple, a true innocence about life (and all that comes with it). Of course this does include some major "cheese" - which my cynicism pounces on like a pack of cheetahs on a baby gazelle. But more often than not I find myself carefree, buoyant, thankful when listening to it.
I remember often ridiculing my college buddies for their small-town naivety (they of course loved Country). Maybe the truth was that I wanted to see the world like they did all along.
It seems to me that the only genre that does as much (or more) to inspire this outlook - is worship music. And don't get feisty, I'm not giving these the same value - but they may be just a few of the influences that my dad would throw into the 'edification' bag.
Now I could be wrong, but listening to bands, artists, performers - exalting their libido, rattling off their sexual exploits, talking about their cash-money-records - these may not fit into that bag. But...those beats are hott (and yeah I used two t's). Kota just rolled her eyes at me (and she's only a month old).
Observation #3:
Country music (prepare now your exasperated cringe) - Country music tells great stories. I remember driving Tim Aalsma's Chevy Blazer to class when I was a freshman at Northwestern - making sure the windows were rolled up tight as I put Kenny Rogers "The Greatest" single into the CD player. It tells of a little boy whose unyielding optimism - takes his ongoing failure - and turns it into his greatest success.
Life is a collection of stories - ones we move in, breath in, exist in (someone write that down). I suppose that I'd like my little girl living in the chapters of a Country song - with family and chivalry and romance - rather than in the pages of Pop - with skin and sin and weekend benders.
I'm not really sure how to end this post. I don't think I see myself wearing wranglers, or watching rodeo, or even searching Rascal Flatts on i-tunes (can't stand those dudes). And so maybe Country music is just a mark, a symbol, a sign - one that points to the reality of being a father - and wanting a safer, a softer, a more innocent world for my daughter to live in. Or...maybe I'm just a big puss.
"Ashley, I have something I need to tell you," I said.
"I hate it when you start a conversation like that, it makes me nervous," Ashley replied. "Do I really want to know? What is it?"
The pit in my stomach was formidable now.
"I'm not sure how to say this to you," I continued. "But...it's something you need to know."
"Just tell me Jeff!"
There was no turning back now. It was time to come clean.
"Okay...I've been listening to Country music," I admitted.
The look was one of utter disgust. And to be honest, I deserved it. I'd been the Saul of 'Country' my entire life. Dismissing it, disparaging it, persecuting all who listened to it. How could people enjoy this!?!? It was so simple, so corny, so lame!!!
And then (seemingly overnight) - 1) I had a kid - 2) and looked at the world - 3) and became a hypocrite.
(Back to the conversation)
"WHY!?!? Why would you do something like that? What are your reasons?" Ashley demanded.
Here's why - and believe me this reasoning is riddled with holes. But I started to imagine family vacations, working in the garage with the radio on, taking Kota to soccer practice - and the content of the music that very well may end up shaping her life (our lives). And here's what I've come to realize...
Observation #1:
Country music's primary audience - it's intended audience - is people who are in loving, committed, monogamous relationships. That's what they're singing about, that's what they're working toward, that's the goal.
Hip Hop's primary audience - it's intended audience - is people who are in casual, non-committed, 'loose' relationships. Hence the multiple references to 'booty', 'hoes', and 'creeping in the club' (holy crap I sound old).
All I'm saying is that I would take my daughter to a Kenny Chesney concert; but I'd never take her to a Ludacris concert. I've been to one of those.
Observation #2:
Country music produces happy thoughts, pictures, emotions in me. There remains a real, a simple, a true innocence about life (and all that comes with it). Of course this does include some major "cheese" - which my cynicism pounces on like a pack of cheetahs on a baby gazelle. But more often than not I find myself carefree, buoyant, thankful when listening to it.
I remember often ridiculing my college buddies for their small-town naivety (they of course loved Country). Maybe the truth was that I wanted to see the world like they did all along.
It seems to me that the only genre that does as much (or more) to inspire this outlook - is worship music. And don't get feisty, I'm not giving these the same value - but they may be just a few of the influences that my dad would throw into the 'edification' bag.
Now I could be wrong, but listening to bands, artists, performers - exalting their libido, rattling off their sexual exploits, talking about their cash-money-records - these may not fit into that bag. But...those beats are hott (and yeah I used two t's). Kota just rolled her eyes at me (and she's only a month old).
Observation #3:
Country music (prepare now your exasperated cringe) - Country music tells great stories. I remember driving Tim Aalsma's Chevy Blazer to class when I was a freshman at Northwestern - making sure the windows were rolled up tight as I put Kenny Rogers "The Greatest" single into the CD player. It tells of a little boy whose unyielding optimism - takes his ongoing failure - and turns it into his greatest success.
Life is a collection of stories - ones we move in, breath in, exist in (someone write that down). I suppose that I'd like my little girl living in the chapters of a Country song - with family and chivalry and romance - rather than in the pages of Pop - with skin and sin and weekend benders.
I'm not really sure how to end this post. I don't think I see myself wearing wranglers, or watching rodeo, or even searching Rascal Flatts on i-tunes (can't stand those dudes). And so maybe Country music is just a mark, a symbol, a sign - one that points to the reality of being a father - and wanting a safer, a softer, a more innocent world for my daughter to live in. Or...maybe I'm just a big puss.
Friday, June 3, 2011
highjacking real forgiveness (Salt blog June 2nd)
“I’ll forgive, but I’ll never forget”
I’m not sure where this phrase, this idea, this sentiment comes from – but I’m quite sure it isn’t Biblical.
In Matthew, Chapter 18, Peter (the official spokesman of the 12) asks Jesus a rather pointed question: “Lord” he says, “how often shall my brother sin against me and I forgive him?
There are a few things that sort of ‘stand out’ – in the way that Peter phrases this inquiry:
1) He clearly makes a very sharp (and self-righteous) distinction between him and the offending party. How so? First, by his ‘ordering’ of the sentence. Second, by his contrasting of specific behaviors, patterns, character. Look at it again:
“How often shall my brother sin against me….AND…how often shall I forgive him”
2) Immediately following this simple but leading question – Peter gives his own response: “Up to seven times?”
Translation: “Check it one time JC – your boy is killing it. He goes above and beyond what most would consider ‘righteous’. Am I right?!?! Now, give me some love – let it be known who’s setting the tone for your followers.”
3) Why does Peter settle on 7? Why not 5 – 13 – 29? Simple – 7 represented accomplishment, completion, perfection. This harkens back to Genesis and the creation of the world. 7 is God’s number right? Peter is just preempting Jesus’ response with the right, the Sunday School, the gold-star answer.
Jesus’ reply, response, standard – like we’ve seen throughout Matthew’s gospel – raises the proverbial bar…exponentially: “I do not say to you, up to seven times…but up to seventy times seven.”
BOOM!!! “Peter…I love you bro, but you’re a Christian Butthead!” (Okay, maybe that’s more Mark Arant than Jesus).
Jesus (gracious, patient, calculating) gives an answer that raises up and chews up and swallows Peter’s answer whole – and then he colors it in via story. A king, a slave, an exceptional debt. No means to repay it. And looming consequences.
But wait. This king – he offers compassion, release – he forgives the debt.
This slave, this pardon, this second chance. Certainly he will go out rejoicing – it will change his life forever – he will pay it forward – right?
And yet…it doesn’t – he doesn’t.
On the other side of the same situation - he is harsh and stubborn and unwilling to forgive. Only (and here’s the rub) this isn’t the same situation at all.
This evil slave owed the king Ten Thousand Talents. Check the margins of your Study Bible people – just One Talent adds up to more than FIFTEEN YEARS of wages.
Verse 28 says, “But that slave went out and found one of his fellow slaves who owed him A Hundred Denarii; and seized him and began to choke him saying, ‘Pay back what you owe.’”
A Hundred Denarii adds up to – get this - One Day’s wages!
Of course in Jesus’ story – God is the compassionate king – the One who, when dishonored and devalued and wronged…immeasurably – chooses to forgive…immeasurably.
And we (His sinful, His debt-incurring, His helpless slaves) must do the same - even though, it will never be the same. A Hundred Denarii simply can’t compare to Ten Thousand Talents
Jesus’ last statement of this chapter is sobering. He says, “My heavenly Father will also do the same to you, if each of you does not forgive his brother from your heart.”
‘From your heart’ is more than telling. To say that you’ve ‘forgiven’ – but that you will ‘never forget’ - what does that communicate about the condition of your heart?
The king forgives, and then he forgets, and so must we – seventy times seven.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Jesus, Satan, and my homeys (Summer Salt Blog - May 31st)
In Matthew 16 - in the span of just minutes - Peter (the apostle, the rock, one of the ‘Sons of Thunder) - moves from receiving one of the greatest encouragements of all time - to receiving one of the most outstanding rebukes of all time. Both…come from Jesus.
After posing a question about His identity (to His boys, His inner circle, the Twelve) - Jesus praises Peter for his response: ”You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.”
“Blessed are you Simon” replies Jesus. Upon YOU…I will build my church. To YOU…I give the keys to the kingdom. Peter must have worked hard to hide his blush, his grin, his delight in these affirmations from his Lord
So it must have been shocking later, as he pulled Jesus aside to help Him restate some of His future intentions, to get straight up kicked in the teeth (at least verbally). ”Get behind me Satan! You are a stumbling block to Me.”
“No…but wait a second Lord. It’s me! It’s Simon. It’s Peter. The Blessed One, the Rock, the Key-Master.”
Of course this harkens back to the days leading up to the beginning of Jesus’ public ministry. After His baptism, after His Father praised His obedience and said “this is My beloved So, in whom I am well-pleased.”
Do you remember the next chapter of the story? Jesus, led by the Spirit, goes out into the wilderness. And it’s there - isolated, vulnerable, alone - it’s there…that He is tempted by Satan. Again and again Satan tries to distract and distort and disrupt God’s purpose for Jesus. ”You don’t have to submit! You’re an equal of God’s. Just step outside of His will for You…and receive ALL OF THIS!” Sound familiar?
I love that Jesus doesn’t spare Peter this rebuke. He could have easily been softer, gentler, more understanding. I mean it wasn’t like Peter was acting intentionally, like Satan was - trying to maliciously thwart God’s plan of salvation for the world . Peter was just ignorant.
But Jesus doesn’t hold back. ”This is what God has for me! This is what God has for us! Don’t you dare get in the way of that!”
Of course Peter would ‘get it’ soon enough. He would ‘get it’ - and he would give his life for it. But he might not have had Jesus not been loving enough to help him reorient his minds-eye. ”For you are not setting your mind on God’s interests, but man’s.” How Peter must have replayed that, over and over again.
There are a number of very relevant life applications to process here. Certainly one of them has to be: are there people getting in the way of God’s purpose(s) for you?; are they your family?; your friends?; your inner circle?
And…how are you responding? Is God’s will for your life enough…to call someone ‘Satan’? Definitely something to chew on.
Oh and by the way, just for the sake of clarity, don’t really call them Satan - probably not going to be very effective. Only realize, that unbeknownst to them, Satan may be using them to distract and distort and disrupt God’s purpose for you.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
girls, photos, drama
On Kota's 11th day of life, she had a PHOTO SHOOT! Girls will be girls right?
Ashley's friend Sarah Nebel is a very talented artist who has her very own studio in Riverside, Iowa - the self-proclaimed future birthplace of Captain James T. Kirk (one more reason the rest of the nation is making fun of Iowa).
We took outfits, we took accessories, we took diapers - and Kota struck a pose - poses even. But it took a while. Babies don't seem to care a whole lot about your 'timetable'.
God help me, I've just realized I have a girl! Dresses, and frills, and calculating frowns will turn into school dances and credit cards and little Justin Beiber's - where's my shotgun honey? And the emotions! I've seen a few meltdowns in my day (probably caused a few if I'm honest). Oh the luxury of stepping aside, shrugging it off, walking away. I remember standing next to my college football coach in the gymnasium one day as a female basketball player ran past us balling. And she was 22. He turned to me and said, "that's why I don't coach girls. I don't know what to do with that." Neither do I coach.
Okay, so I'm a little ahead of myself. Currently, Kota remains an infant.
So maybe my prayer life becomes a healthy balance of the woman I want her to be - and the women I want her to avoid. God have mercy - give me the grace to raise a woman of character - and not a high maintenance drama queen with a pierced navel (no offense to anyone with a pierced navel). I digress.
Kota's 'professional' shots will be done soon. Until then, here are some of her dad's:
Ashley's friend Sarah Nebel is a very talented artist who has her very own studio in Riverside, Iowa - the self-proclaimed future birthplace of Captain James T. Kirk (one more reason the rest of the nation is making fun of Iowa).
We took outfits, we took accessories, we took diapers - and Kota struck a pose - poses even. But it took a while. Babies don't seem to care a whole lot about your 'timetable'.
God help me, I've just realized I have a girl! Dresses, and frills, and calculating frowns will turn into school dances and credit cards and little Justin Beiber's - where's my shotgun honey? And the emotions! I've seen a few meltdowns in my day (probably caused a few if I'm honest). Oh the luxury of stepping aside, shrugging it off, walking away. I remember standing next to my college football coach in the gymnasium one day as a female basketball player ran past us balling. And she was 22. He turned to me and said, "that's why I don't coach girls. I don't know what to do with that." Neither do I coach.
Okay, so I'm a little ahead of myself. Currently, Kota remains an infant.
So maybe my prayer life becomes a healthy balance of the woman I want her to be - and the women I want her to avoid. God have mercy - give me the grace to raise a woman of character - and not a high maintenance drama queen with a pierced navel (no offense to anyone with a pierced navel). I digress.
Kota's 'professional' shots will be done soon. Until then, here are some of her dad's:
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| Check out www.sarahnebelphotography.com/ - she's got crazy skills |
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"Can I get a little couch space please?"
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Wednesday, May 18, 2011
baby kota
How many transitions in life are there? 100's? 1,000's even? Often times, somewhere in the middle of the 'big ones', I've found myself thinking (saying), "Am I really here right now? Is this really my life?"
Well, I've found myself there again. On Tuesday, May 17th, at 3:42a.m., Kota Ryan Thune was born. She's beautiful! My brother Bob, after rebuking me via Facebook for not posting any pictures, asked me how I was doing - how I was feeling? I'm still trying to figure out how to respond. This space, this moment, it's just so surreal. I'm a father now. How did that happen (that's a rhetorical question - feel free to rescue your mind from the gutter)?
Transitions turn into realities, and the same is true in this case. But I think this one may take awhile. My wife was an absolute rock star, receiving no drugs, no epidural, delivering her first child 'all naturale'. But we both agree, that prideful hearts are of little concern. God was ahead of us, in the room with us, sovereign over it all.
So...am I really here right now? Is this really my life? I hope so.
Here are just a few pics Bob. More to Kota's first full day in this world. Enjoy.
Well, I've found myself there again. On Tuesday, May 17th, at 3:42a.m., Kota Ryan Thune was born. She's beautiful! My brother Bob, after rebuking me via Facebook for not posting any pictures, asked me how I was doing - how I was feeling? I'm still trying to figure out how to respond. This space, this moment, it's just so surreal. I'm a father now. How did that happen (that's a rhetorical question - feel free to rescue your mind from the gutter)?
Transitions turn into realities, and the same is true in this case. But I think this one may take awhile. My wife was an absolute rock star, receiving no drugs, no epidural, delivering her first child 'all naturale'. But we both agree, that prideful hearts are of little concern. God was ahead of us, in the room with us, sovereign over it all.
So...am I really here right now? Is this really my life? I hope so.
Here are just a few pics Bob. More to Kota's first full day in this world. Enjoy.
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| Yes I know she's upside down |
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| The Thune girls |
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| Jarryd Cole and Kota - they have a special bond |
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| And...Big Joe. Only question...which one is cuter? |
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| Grandma Dubbs. I know, I know, how can she possibly be a grandma. |
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day Baby
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The above photo is from Ashley's 20 week ultrasound. She is about 25 weeks now. Crazy how the time flies when you're not doing any of the work. I have been observing the process though. A few things that stand out thus far:
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
holiday pics
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| Christmas 2011 - the child hasn't even arrived - but Baby Thune is already raking it in |
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| Luke's scooter post-Thanksgiving Break --- struggling |
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| New Year's Resolution - keep a tidy office. Mark is on it |
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| 'Stache' on the Tree - thank you Jenelle Muse |
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| Keith Green - the early years |
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| Just lost a lot of respect for Barnes and Noble |
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| Chris Huenink - ugliest sweater winner!!! |
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| My first official painting---ever! It now hangs in the Veritas/Salt offices (319 is the area code of the I.C.) |
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