Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Smiles Amidst Insanity

Smile. I Want To Smile

The year closes today. In a sense, I am happy. In a blink of a second look I am sad. Today is hard. Perspective is skewed. Gaza is being bombed, people are dying, and the ball is preparing to lower high above Time Square. Party people gather. Soldiers take cover.

In the words of Dicken's, "It was the best of times and it was the worst of times."

What was it for you? The contrast of emotions dangle in my mind. As the year ticks its last second, in 2009, I want a greater and more accurate perspective of life, joy, hope, kindness, grace, mercy, and [you fill in the blank here.]

I want my eyes to lock into hope with the trained eye of a sniper. I want the scope to be so focused on what I do, that despite the hopelessness and despair that I see, I can still find life more abundantly.

I stumbled on to a photo essay called "Smiles."



I wanted to smile. As I clicked through and viewed the essay of images, the photographer accomplished to bring a greater perspective to the place you and I live.

Smiles Amidst Insanity

Essential statement: No Matter Your Living Conditions, Smile.



Until the next time,

Jharp

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Unexpected Honor


Angela always sends me creative links to things "Jason Harper Minded." A couple days ago she connected me to a guy that was wanting to interview people who worked on the mental side of running as well as the physical training.

I don't intentionally sit down and focus on running. I don't sit down and do mental repetitions. But I do focus on outcome. I do conscientiously seek to avoid any negotiations between my mind and my will. I let them battle it out. I steer clear.


So I connected with Tom Trush. Tom runs a website that build audio coaching for runners. Essentially, he interviews people, then mixes the interview down. He pushes it out to runners so they can listen and learn how to run, while they run.

Heart felt stories, stories of hope, and lessons learned are his focus.

We talked for an hour. At the end, he asked me what was the next summit of my running journey? Frozen, I answered. Little did I know the interview would be posted so quickly.

My plans may have been leaked. So rather than dodging it, I want to affirm that I am started to dream about what is next. But, I remain committed about not committing to anything until January.

Here is the interview if you are interested:

Running Audio Interviews Me On Next Adventure

Until then, Happy Christmas and Merry New Year.

JAS

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Dead and Not Noticed

I remember watching Collateral, a movie with Tom Cruise (Vincent, the hitman) and Jamie Fox (Max, the cab driver). BK reminded me of this scene.
[Approx 15 min into the movie] Max picks Vincent up at the airport and this conversation rolls out.





Max: First time in L.A.?
Vincent: No. Tell you the truth, whenever I'm here I can't wait to leave. It's too sprawled out, disconnected. You know? That's me. You like it?
Max: It's my home.
Vincent: 17 million people. This is got to be the fifth biggest economy in the world and nobody knows each other. I read about this guy who gets on the MTA here, dies.
Max: Oh.
Vincent: Six hours he's riding the subway before anybody notices his corpse doing laps around L.A., people on and off sitting next to him. Nobody notices.

But reality is much worse than fiction....Consider this story from a NY hospital...
In Plain Sight, A Woman Dies Unassisted on Hospital Floor



A security guard looks on. Image via NYCLU

On June 19, a woman collapsed and lay face down on the floor of the waiting room at a Brooklyn hospital for an hour before anyone checked on her. By that time, she was dead. When a surveillance video was released showing the whole incident, that the media took notice. A video shows several other patients and a few security guards looking on. [Site Source: Link]

BUT IT GETS EVEN WORSE

A Croatian woman sat dead in front of TV for 42 years....

The remains of a woman have been found sitting in front of her TV - 42 years after she was reported missing. Hedviga Golik, who was born in 1924, had apparently made herself a cup of tea before sitting in her favourite armchair in front of her black and white television. Croatian police said she was last seen by neighbors in 1966, when she would have been 42 years old. Her neighbors thought she had moved out of her flat in the capital, Zagreb. But she was found by police who had broken in to help the authorities establish who owned the flat.

"When officers went there, they said it was like stepping into a place frozen in time.

"The cup she had been drinking tea from was still on a table next to the chair she had been sitting in and the house was full of things no one had seen for decades. Nothing had been disturbed for decades, even though there were more than a few cobwebs in there." [Site Source: Link]

THIS LEAVES ME JACKED UP ON SO MANY LEVELS.

They say the worst form of punishment is solitary confinement. Essentially, isolation.

Un-noticed. Dead in plain site on a hospital floor.

Alone. Dead in her own apartment and not even missed, much less found for more than four decades.

Think about how many people are alone. Maybe they are surrounded in an existence of humanity, but still they feel alone. The bottom line is we are better with each other. We are better in community together.

I live by the approach to life that is pretty simple. Invest, Invite, Include.

Invest in the physical needs of others.
Invite people into the world I call mine.
Include others on the journey to "there."

Look around. Find those alone and reach. You will be glad you did.

Think,

JHARP

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Lessons from I Am Legend

Lessons from I Am Legend
First of all, I hate horror movies. Yet I was gripped by this one. There was an underlying theme that held me glued. Maybe it was the constant battle that Smith walked in throughout the movie.




Will Smith's character Robert Neville creates the tipping point of the movie when telling this story of Reggae legend, Bob Marley.

Marley believed the theory on curing racism and hate was possible by "injecting music and Love into people's lives… the people who are trying to make this world worse are not taking a day off. Why should I?"

What if every person lived with an expectancy that their actions would be spoken of in generations to come? People looked back on how you lived, led, and loved, and said, "___FILL YOUR NAME IN HERE___, he/she was a LEGEND."

Today, not tomorrow, live knowing that one person can make a difference. Believe, dream, and decide today, that you can provide hope for a new way of living and thinking, doing and being.
Like Smith's character, be willing to sacrifice to defend, or more importantly declare the cure. Ironically, in I Am Legend, in came through a blood samples that were the inoculants.

Love+Light=Life







Until then, much love…and ask "How Can I light up the darkness?"

JHarp

Sunday, November 23, 2008

It's Tomorrow. Find!

Start by hitting pause on video one... Ok continue by reading.

The week after the election Rick Cole was stunning in his affirmation of President Elect. He made it clear to those, nearly 48%, who voted for a different candidate, his intention was not to be political. Instead, it was a moment to celebrate that for so many the journey towards racial equality became one step closer. For America, not the presidency, it is truly a new day.

Since then, I have talked to so many who found liberation in the new reality. A reality that can envision President-elect Obama's children playing on the White House lawn. Yea, it's a new day.

I love America. I love the fact that millions exercised their right to vote. That was true power.

I know, the preceding paragraphs will be seen by many who read this blog as political. I have had so much rhetoric, dis-information, and deception spoken, that I've concluded that no matter what is said disdain will occur.

Imagine for a moment, you were one who was oppressed. Would these not be your words:

I went asleep last night
Tired from the fight
I've been fighting for tomorrow
All my life
Yea I woke up this morning
Feeling brand new
'Cause the dreams that I've been dreaming
Has finally came true

It's a new day
It's a new day
It's a new day
It's a new day
It's a new day

It's been a long time coming
Up the mountain kept runnin'
Souls of freedom kept hummin'
Speaking Harriet Tubman

Kennedy, Lincoln, and King
We gotta manifest in that dream
It feels like we're swimming upstream
It feels like we're stuck in between
A rock and a hard place,
We've been through the heartaches
And lived through the darkest days

If you and I made it this far,
Well then hey, we can make it all the way
And they said no we can't
And we said yes we can
Remember it's you and me together

I woke up this morning
Feeling alright
I've been fightin' for tomorrow
All my life
Yea, I woke up this morning
Feeling brand new
Cause the dreams that I've been dreaming
Has finally came true

It's a new day
(it's a new day)
It's a new day
(it's a new day)
It's a new day
It's a new day!

It's been a long time waitin'
Waiting for this moment
It's been a long time praying
Praying for this moment

We hope for this moment
And now that we own it
For life I'm gonna hold it
And I won't let it go

It's for fathers, our brothers,
Our friends who fought for freedom
Our sisters, our mothers,
Who died for us to be in this moment

Stop and cherish this moment
Stop and cherish this time

It's time for unity
For us and we
That's you and me together

I woke up this morning
Feeling brand new
'Cause the dreams that I've been dreaming
Have finally came true
Yea, I woke up this morning
Feeling alright

'Cause we weren't fighting for nothing
And the soldiers weren't fighting
For nothing
No, Martin wasn't dreaming for nothing
And Lincoln didn't change it for nothing
And children weren't crying for nothing

It's a new day
It's a new day
___________

Perhaps it is a new day?



____________

Tomorrow is here. Find hope in all things.



JHARP

Thursday, November 13, 2008

One of the Most Moving Moments of My Life

I stood in Oakland. Maybe it was San Francisco. Regardless, I was at the U2 Vertigo Tour. Nels had there with me. A bunch of other friends had gotten down on the concert floor to be near the stage too.

About half way through the set, the lights dimmed. The screen rolled the footage.



I was moved.

I am moved.

Are you?

Jharp

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I Saw Hope In A Smile

It was awesome to see our team tutor at Oak Ridge Elementary. I know it seems like I speak so often about this school but the children are so special. Wednesday's are the strategic. It is a tough day; middle of the week, etc. That is why we run.

With such great traction, we've added tutor. CSUS Friend's have represented with Katie and Ashley. Micah, only days from deployment continues to show up faithfully. Ashkan, the Senior Class President from Colombia University tutored while home this week. Ross, the most passionate guy I have ever met...he works with the kids.

Russ runs.
Michelle laughs.
Lex leads.
Stef smiles.

I never dreamed in a million dreams that four years ago when I met for the first time with Principal Steve Lewis that so many would dive in and dream. But we are at a cross roads.

It is the best of times. It is the most challenging of times.

The Best Ahead
Children are starting to believe that change is possible. Rather than suppressing the pain, they are beginning to open up and share what they are feeling. They explain with exquisite detail the derailment of hope in their life, their home, their circumstance. Now , because of so many amazing readers of this blog and listeners to the podcast, volunteers are making life better.















A few weeks ago Stef held a little girl. I had not seen the girl smile. As Stef helped her get a snack, they joked, danced and pranced around the playground. Observing everything in my mind's view faded to black and white, but still high contrast.

As if a Hollywood Movie trailer had been produced for this moment, everything seemed to go into slow motion. At that moment, it was just Stef and the Princess. Stef's smile was contagious. The little Princess smiled. It was the first time I had seen her smile.

I saw hope in her smile.

Yet, even now, I embrace the challenge to meet the socio-emotional needs. We have addressed health care and are thriving. But now they trust us and I don't want the smile to fade.

Each story comes with a detail and and basic human need that must be addressed. Those details take time and people power. We stand in need of approximately 20-30 people who have two-hours a week. FAITHFULLY! These kids set their clock by the teams arrival. We have no skill, just availability.

ZERO SPECIAL SKILLS are needed, just a heart of compassion, a quick training, and an unbreakable endurance to do the same segment of 2 hours each week.

Smiles.
Pain.
Promise.
Purpose.
Hope.

I can supply the all of the above. You are the answer.

Dream.

JAS

For More of Stef's Snapshot Stories
Stef's Be Change Album

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Dreamweaver...I mean Dreamwrecker


I have had a few rough nights of sleep. Three of the last four nights, a portion of the my sleep was disturbed by the same dream. It is a dream I am used to.

In the dream, I am usually driving this car I used to have. It was a 92 Red Honda CRX. I loved that car. It got me through college road trips. While laying still in a deep REM sleep, the Red CRX rolls into my conscience. I am usually alone in the car and going fast.

My driving is in control and calculated. The problem is not my driving. Its not the speed. In the dream, I am flying down the street. FAST.

Then, as I approach a corner, a car, or some other obstacle, I go to hit the breaks. But there is nothing there. The pedal goes to the floor with no tension. BAM.



That is when I wake up. Yea, I would hate to stay asleep and have to see the carnage of my crash.

No breaks.


I don't think I need a Freud session to figure this out. But it is the first time I really pondered it. Today, while running, it hit me. Sometimes life's pace is out of control. Sometimes I feel like everything is moving at a lightening pace. It is.

I probably would have no other way. But when the corners come, the crash creates carnage.

Choosing to brake,

JAS

Monday, November 03, 2008

The Start of Greatness

This Wednesday will be our fifth week since the launch of the Be Change Running Club for Oak Ridge Elementary. Many of the kids started school in September with the 100 mile run still fresh in their mind.

They wanted to run. So we said OK. Days later we had over fifty kids show up for the once a week after school running group. We really did not know what to do. So they ran.

A few weeks passed and we got some running shirts. The Running Zone of Sacramento sent out a request for their runners to adopt a kid for shoes. People responded.

Shoes should get here soon.



In the mean time, the vision has taken on a life of it's own. As the kids line up each Wednesday to run, we keep lining up the future.



We are trying to show them a level of living that exceeds the four square blocks that many never leave until adulthood. What would happen if we took them to see a college?

What if we took them to the ocean? The mountains? I realize I take so much for granted.

Stay tuned.

Jas
www.jasonharper.cc

Friday, October 17, 2008

Black Hawks Deployed: Love and War


I wrestled with thoughts that twisted in my mind. But my friend, MAJ D. ANDERSON spoke to my confusion with crystal clarity. Prior to his deployment this morning, he said, "I don't believe in war, but I believe in the men and women fighting in it."

War doesn't see politics. MAJ D. ANDERSON spoke this thought at a goodbye ceremony a few weeks ago. He challenged his soldiers to follow him into the war theater. As a MEDI-VAC pilot group, they see the heartbeat of the battle field.

They land in the Hot Zones taking on all sorts of fire from the enemy. Their goal is to air-vac out the wounded. He showed me and many of my friends the pictures of his 2005 tour where small arms fire consumed the belly of his Black Hawk. He will endure it again.

Today he invited me to be a part of the deployment. The men and women lined into formation. Families gathered around. He turned it over to me to pray for their safety and speedy return.

At that moment there was reverence. I did not see any hesitancy. There were no court injunctions to stop the prayer. There were no dissenting voices. Just a group of brave soldiers thankful for family and friends. Regardless of belief, the gesture of prayer was appreciated as many approached to simply say, "thank you for coming out." I felt humbled. I thanked them for what they do. "Thank you for being the pilots that evac out our wounded.



Prior to their flyover, my heart jumped with mixed emotion. I already miss Dan. But I also know we are one day closer to he and his team returning.

There is a fine line that skews my love for a country and the wars it fights.

As MAJ. D led, this the first portion of deployment, the Black Hawks flew over. I snatched this clip.







Thankful.

Thinking.

JAS

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Beyond Nostalgic

I am moved tonight and I am not even there. Right now as we speak, Identic community is meeting in the Performing Arts Center at Capital. This tribe of twenty somethings strives for inclusion.

Identic is the first stop for a second chance.

It was 1992. I was a Senior at Cal State, Sacramento. My best friend had just been shot more than ten times and I was swirling in thoughts that were beyond revengeful. My thoughts indicted me. Had I spoken them, I would have been declared a socio-path. The reality, I was just hurting. I was looking, wanting, and needing a place to find shelter from the swirling storm. I need a place for me to find me.

Identic did not exist. Nothing did. Now fifteen years and six days to be exact, I celebrate the community that now exist.


My friend lived. He resides in Las Vegas. He is lucky in more ways than one.

Click through here: Identic Community

Monday, October 13, 2008

Cant Take the Heat...Get Out of the Kitchen

I love my life. It's fun. Most would not believe the absolute insanity and controlled chaos that consumes most minutes of my day.

For the last two days, I have had a pocket camera with me. Thus the dead rattlesnake story.Well tonight is no different. A bit ago, I was setting out the Island in my kitchen jabbing away at the keyboard. The kids were off doing their thing. Lynette was sitting near, as was Michelle. All of us were working on our laptops.

In a moment of pandemonium, Michelle starts chirping...grunting and screaming and pointing. Across the kitchen on the counter, an imitation plant was engulfed. It seems only an hour after we had finished my son's Fire Safety Report where we had to test our fire alarm, the fake plants melting under the heat of multiple 12 inch flames.

In total, the fire ball danced under our cabinets.






Panicked, I jumped up and through the burning ball into the sink and doused it. Not knowing if I should laugh or laugh, I laughed. Of course Michelle grabbed the camera. Purcell the Paparazzi.

Go figure.

Fire.
Plastic.
Heat.
Toxic.
Yea...my life.

JHarp

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Killing Rattlers. Call Me Snake Sniper

Last Friday, my friend Rob and I saw a rattlesnake under my house resting on the inside mud seal vent. It must have gotten stuck during recent construction. So Rob and I tried to catch it. It escaped. Today, I got home and it was back on the ledge. I called "Pops" in Montana. He said, "Blast it with your 12 Guage."



[We lost the shotgun blast. Probably best for the weak stomachs.]

With Scott and Brett looking on and with Michelle rolling footage, I blasted the Rattler. From 15 feet, I sniped him with a choked down condenser wad to prevent buck shot scatter. The Rattler became brain matter.

For all the PETA Enthusiast, this video is not for you. I saved my family $499.95. The Rattle Snake removal wanted $500. I handled the business with a 5 cent shell.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Hitch Dance Lessons

"Start the fire. Make the pizza. The Q Tip. Q Tip. Throw it away. Then hit her with this."


Don't ever do that again."

Monday, September 08, 2008

Everyone Belongs

Everyone Belongs
by Craig Gross

Time Tangles. It does. Over the course of the week, it seems that the people I hang out with are not a typical crowd, at least not for an ordained pastor. To most Christians, my social circle looks like a tangled cobweb of contradiction. But I have discovered that through contradiction and confusion can come greater clarity.

I have chosen a life of the clergy. I mean I am a pastor. Not a priest. Not a bishop, a pastor. I am married with two kids and I have one goal; to see that the Jesus that changed my life is spoken about so that others will have the same chance. It sounds cliché but I have given my life to spiritually lead other people to a life worth living. This is a life where the principles of Christ are at work.

That last principle is where most people get hung up. The Jesus part. Over time, from my little corner of the world, I have watched as many have discovered His values and vision for a reunited world; God to man. I've seen thousands more deny Him. At least deny on the basis of what they have been told.

The problem is Jesus' vision and values have been hijacked, tweaked, relabeled and distorted over the last 2000 years. Those that follow Jesus began to redefine His plan to fit their motive, their agenda...their world. The concept of living a sacrificial life that was attractive to the broken was replaced with power and religious exclusivity that made people broken. Those within the church became the very thing they hated. From derailed evangelicals to deceptive evangelists, Jesus' message was hijacked.

Most recently, I was driving in Florida. A car in front of me pulled out. Its bumper was plastered with stickers. On the right bumper it said, "Follow me to my Baptist church!" On the other side of the bumper it said, ‘Nuke Iran."
Again, hijacked.

Instead of a Savior who came to salvage a wayward people by becoming the bridge to put God and man back together. Rather, the image of Jesus is that of a religionist who rules through micro managing the events of day to day living. The incorrect snapshot is that of rules and regulations unrolling a scroll of "don't". His only desire is to take away freedoms and fun, to major on minors and exclude all people who don't always say and do the right things.

Today there are over 92 countries engaged in some level of war. Extreme poverty affects 1/3 of the world's population. Nearly a billion people do not have access to clean water. For the most part, Christian TV continues to have "praise o thons." Instead of a pastor or a church leading a revolution, a rock star leads the reforms to address these issues.

The chasm between those who live like Jesus and those that are still asking what He would do is increasing. On a third side are those that don't know what or who to believe.

On a recent trip, I saw the true width of this divide. I was in Nashville, Tennessee at Opryland doing a talk on the affects of porn. Across the stage was Ron Jeremy, one of the most popular porn stars in America. He and I often speak on college campuses to debate our distinctly different views. Ron and I have gotten to know each other. He comes from a Jewish background and really has no certain belief. Backstage watching the presentation was my friend Jason Harper and two other friends who book Ron and I on college campuses.

The whole group was diverse. Jason is an outreach pastor and partners with xxxchurch on numerous projects. As a pastor he loves speaking and engaging conversation centered on people's perceptions of belief. The two other guys were Greg and John.

Together, we ended up at restaurant. Before dinner hit the table, Greg leaned in and fired away:

"Craig, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Who is God? Or more specifically, who wrote the Bible and how do we know that it is real."

I paused for a moment and swallowed the rest of my fried tomato. In my most clear and concise fashion I started with the first question, who is God. I thought my answer was right on. Jason nodded in affirmation and Greg and John just paused. I continued. Knowing now that this was a genuine quest in Greg's heart I wanted to be clear. I asked Jason for some of his input.

Together he and I walked through each element that makes the Bible different from any other document. We talked about the Dead Sea Scrolls, the fulfilled prophecies of Isaiah, and the fundamental historical evidence from the writings of Josephus.

Within thirty minutes, our Biblical conversation hit on the historical, mathematical, even the scientific value and authenticity of scripture.

Then it ramped up. Greg kept digging. His persistence and resilience was genuine. In no way did I feel like he was wanting to debate. Instead I felt like he wanted to dig. He wanted to dig through all the preconceived notions that he had acquired by watching and listening to people who were self proclaimed promoters of Jesus. The problem with their promotion: they were pedaling an imitation of Jesus; an imposter belief system that had abandoned all forms of Biblical truth. I could feel that I was getting angry and side tracked. Not at the conversation...but at how people from the "Christian" bubble had done so much damage with their hypocrisy and hijacking of Jesus.

Greg's words snapped me back into focus.

"Why do you claim there is only one way to God...this Jesus story?"

I pondered, looked at Jason and then took a deep breathe. I paused and then spoke.

"All of our future really hangs on that answer!" We had honed in on the defining factor of Jesus. At this moment, I could tell Jason wanted-in on the two-way conversation.

"Jay, you wanna jump in here." I said it with a tad bit of hesitancy. Not for a fear that Jason was not capable of communicating with Greg. After all, this is what Jason does. He tells people about Jesus. My hesitance came from knowing Jason is a passionate talker who goes full speed.

Jason began to scratch out the difference between Jesus and the other world religious leaders. I scratched out the difference between the Jesus of scripture and the Jesus that somewhere Greg and John had seen sold on TV.

Those two definitions were worlds apart.

As we wrapped up the three hour dinner the restaurant was nearly empty. And so was my heart. I had this empty place that was dug up with how Greg and John had never been given a clear explanation of the Jesus I live for.

They spoke of how other Christians had told them many times they were headed to Hell, never heaven. They spoke of times where they could look back and see moments that were Spiritual, but never could attach that feeling to Jesus. They spoke of a hunger to go deeper, but had never been invited into an inclusive conversation that would allow them to belong, even though they had yet to believe.


Most Christians have been taught a three stepped approach to God. It starts with belief. Essentially if you believe right things it will lead to a change in behavior. When you have a change in behavior, you will be accepted by the church. Played out, here is what it looks like; Believe, Behave, Belong.

If you believe this way, you will behave this way, and if you behave this way then you can belong here. This is preached, modeled, and affirmed in thousands of churches across America.

The model that Jesus put out was to reach out and love people regardless of where they are. It is essential to show people that they can belong in your world even if they don't act, think, behave, or believe like you.

Imagine a church or more specifically, a community where Jesus was communicated in such a way that everyone belonged. They were included. From that feeling of belonging, over time, the message of Jesus made an impact on their belief. From that new found fullness of a God destiny, their behavior changed.

Instead of believe, behave, belong it would be the opposite; belong, believe, behave. If this type of truth prevailed over the religious dogma rooted in rules and regulations, more people would find hope in the authentic Christ.

That's what Greg and Jon needed. That is what Greg and John wanted.

We parted ways for the evening. Jason was quiet the rest of the night. I was too. Before we all went our ways I got to tie up some lose ends with John and Greg. Both thanked me for the dinner and dialogue, once on the phone, once by email. I won't forget Greg's words.

"Craig, the time you and Jason spent with us last night was awesome. I told my girlfriend that if I met more Christians like you guys maybe my beliefs would be different."

Greg's words are not meant as a pat on the back. Not even close. They are meant to bring a perspective to the discussion. Greg and John had been sold a fabricated counterfeit picture of Jesus. Sure it looked the part, but under examination the value was not there. They had only seen a plastic version of a priceless Christ.

For too long, he has been misquoted and misrepresented by misguided people.

Craig Gross is the leader of XXXchurch.com and Fireproof Ministries. He lives in Las Vegas, Nevada with his wife and their two children. He speaks all across the United States and has written 5 books. His next book is called "Jesus Loves You...this I know" and will be released in 2009.
www.craiggross.com

Friday, August 29, 2008

The Afghan Eyes


In the 1986, a photographer snapped a photo that has been immortalized. Twenty years later, the photog went in search of his subject. Life has been hard.

Click through to this interactive site that tells the story:
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2002/04/afghan-girl/sight-and-sounds-interactive

Monday, August 18, 2008

Did He Hear the Questions: Some Wonder About McCain's Where Abouts

From CNN:
Seems that when John McCain was supposed to be in a soundproof vault Saturday night or as Saddleback church pastor Rick Warren put it, a cone of silence, he was actually in his motorcade.

The deal going in to the high-profile first meeting of the two candidates was that while Barack Obama was being questioned by the best-selling author, John McCain would be in a disclosed - but soundproof - location in the building unable to hear the exchange between the two.

Not so. Yesterday on CNN, Warren confirmed that McCain was not in the building when the forum began. So how do we know if McCain listened or watched any of the discussion beforehand?

Warren told CNN Sunday evening, 'we flat out asked him' if he heard any of the questions. The McCain campaign 'confirmed that McCain did not hear or see any of the broadcast' in the motorcade or after he arrived.

There had been speculation before the CNN interview that John McCain perhaps might have heard something. NBC Reporter Andrea Mitchel brought it up on Meet the Press.

The Obama people must feel that he did not do quite as well as they might have wanted to in that context, because that what they are putting out privately is that McCain may not have been in the cone of silence and may have had some ability to overhear what the questions were to Obama.'

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Did You View the Civil Forum For President at Saddleback?

Did you watch the Civil Forum at Saddleback with Barack Obama and John McCain?

Three Questions that I want to know from you.

1. Did you watch it or Tivo with a plan to watch it?
(If you didn't please don't answer 2 and 3) I am asking specifically about the Civil Forum Presentation, not the election in general.


2. What did you think about Barack Obama's segment? Where did he nail it? Where did he miss it?


3. What did you think about John McCain's segment? Where did he nail it? Where did he miss it?


November 4, so much will be decided on the back of the president that we elect. It is said that thing that will allow evil to prosper in America is if good people, you and I, do nothing. That nothing is to not converse for a fear of disagreeing. That nothing is if we choose, "None of the above" and not vote at all.

If you are not registered, do so and vote. I do not care who you vote for. But more importantly, I care that you excercise your valued voice.







Comment back. What did you think ABOUT THE CIVIL FORUM?

Much hope

Jas

Friday, August 15, 2008

Nells Bells. Baum Diggity. Queen Cole & Captain Chaos


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Triad Training: Triad is a three-phased approach to living life with meaning and impact. The Triad Podcast has explodes and has listeners on five continents. Each thirty minute episode dives into the lives of each cast member. Jason, the "Leader of Livewire," is in constant chaos.

Sean, his trusted side kick, offers dry sarcasm, tackling Jason's often out of control rants against the judgmental people within faith. Lainey, the daughter of Jason's boss who used to date Sean. She just got married. Now Sean's getting married. What is weird is who he decided to marry. He is marrying Laine's husband's ex-fiance; Chaotic to say the least.

In the midst of the madness, these twenty somethings are the new generation. They always turn a corner and land on a 'take-away' that makes life better for the listener.

The back drop is one of the largest evangelical churches on the West Coast. In the first 150 episodes, The Triad guest have included Delirious, XXX Church, Ed Young Jr., The Katinas, Misty Edwards, Donny Pauling, JR Mahon, Ron Jeremy, Former NFL Dallas Cowboy Scott Galbraith, and many others.

The Triad Cast Includes....

Jason Harper, Director of Outreach
He has met Mother Theresa, President Bush, but can be seen spending time with Porn King Ron Jeremy and Porn Pastor Craig Gross.
NICKNAME SHOULD BE: Captain of Chaos/Pastor of Disaster

Sean Baumstark, COO
At twenty-six years old he administrates operations and the team that drives the 20 Million budget and 300 full-time employees...and he used to be Jason's secretary.
NICK NAME COULD BE: BAUM-DIGGITY

Lainey Cole, Director of Marketing
Sean's former love who married his fiance's ex-boyfriend...don't try to follow it. She is quick, stubborn and can melt Jason with a smile or soft appeal. Her dad is the top dog who they all work for.
NICK NAME SHOULD BE: Queen Cole

Sarah Nelson
Quick witted with a blistering tongue was quasi-raised by Jason and his wife, her freedom of fear of him shows. They brawl, cat-fight, and verbally joust constantly.
NICK NAME COULD BE: Nells Bells


Fourth Seat Rotation:
Additional Cast:

Christa Smith
Michelle Purcell
Russell Breton
Sara Wilke
Sandy Everett

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I Know Who I Am


I KNOW WHO I AM

You know me. Maybe. For those that read regularly, you are aware that rarely I post an overtly religious post. Everything is spiritual. But I can't shake that which spins in my head. On Sunday, it was as if the cobwebs of distance memories cleared. As a kid, I feel like I always struggled with identity.


I've always belonged, but internally I was, and still at times, very insecure. To some, from a distance, they would question this because of my profession. But the reality is its true. Most of us are in some way insecure. Mine is a ever present abandonment issue. Sometimes I just feel like I don't know who I am.

On Sunday in the 11:15 presentation, DReid shredded on his acoustic guitar. As the band ripped, high above the stage, the words to a familiar song streamed on the screen. I had heard the song before, but I don't think I had listened before. Have you ever done that? You know, heard, but not listened? Me...often.

I read the words to Israel Houghton's I KNOW WHO I AM:

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I was running and You found me
I was blinded and You gave me sight
You put a song of praise in me
I was broken and You healed me
I was dying and You gave me life
You are my identity


I am forgiven
I am Your friend
I am accepted
I know who I am

I am secured
I'm confident
That I am loved
I know who I am

I am alive
I am set free
I belong to You
You belong to me

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So in reality, something so simply, blistered my brain. How in the world can I have missed it at times and forgotten that the King cared. When a King ransomed His life for the child, it says something profound about the kid. But it says something more profound about the King.

Today, I remembered I KNOW WHO I AM.

Jas

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Is Life Meaningless? Is Life Meaningful?

I was scanning through some quick videos. I came across this one from a couple years ago from Erwin McManus. He spoke at a gathering of ours this year and communicated some concepts that continue to enhance my belief about God, me, and others. Essentially, you and I choose a meaningful or meaningless existence.



Today, choose to live with an intentional and meaningful life.


Much love.
Much hope.

Jharp

Thursday, August 07, 2008

I Can't Sleep.

I could hear the drip in the sink and tick of the clock on the wall. The combined sounds blasted through my sleepless soul. The glare from the alarm clock projected digital numbers that seemed to never change.

Some say to count sheep. Sheep doing what? Jumping? Running in a field? I thought of sheep and the sheep told me to go away because they were sleeping. Everyone seems to sleep. The fam...they sleep fine.

It seems like once or twice a month I get blasted with a dose of insomnia. My bout may be different than those that you have experienced. I go to sleep. But then about two hours into bliss. I awaken. My senses and my soul are fully engaged. Internally and mentally, I feel as if have awakened from a winter of slumber. But when it's barely past midnight, custom screams, "You have to go back to sleep."

That is the only thing that could drown out the drips and clicks of the faucet and the clock.

I get irrational. The more I try to sleep the harder it is to get to sleep.

I get diabolical. I press for answers. The less I find running the trails in my mind, the more I search. I get socio-pathic pressing in for even a few winks.

My only hope...or apparent hope is found in this formula, but this crap scares me.



So despite the commitment to run from the chemical compound, I choose to do just that. Run.

With my shoes tight and snug, I take off and run. There is something surreal about early morning...1 AM running. My feet still hurt.

I am not tired and sore.

Maybe tonight will be different.

Its 8:04 AM and I am ready for lunch.

jharp

Monday, August 04, 2008

My God Is Irish. At Least For Now...

I didn't set out to find the dirt that my heritage was planted in and reaped from. Instead, I just listened to the brogue in my pops voice when he would describe the stories of our family's arrival to the States.

Ireland was in total chaos. People were starving. The British had bummed rushed the small island, repeating history from previous invasions. Many Irish took up arms against their aggressors. Country men turned on each others.  Allegiances to religion, not God,  were formed.  Neighbors who once loved each other became suspicious of motive.  Infighting was pained.  Peace was silent.  Fighting was now inherited trait for most. Darkness was now seen as light. Light was now seen as darkness.  Down was up. Freedom would now come at the end of a brawl.

Some rose up and believing violence is all that would work. Two sides marched into battle, both under the cross. One side Catholic. One side Protestant.  Some were called terrorist.  Some were called freedom fighters.  Liberation or occupation?



Many Irish fled.

For those escaping, the Irish became the Irish-Americans. They flooded the East Coast.  Many settleded in the Five Points of New York City. Some said the hard working men and women allegiant to the Green & Orange offered the hands that built America.
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Today my son asked if God was Irish. I said yes and smiled. He offered me a seven-year old's grin, and then launched into his best Irish impression.

"I am a Harper. I am Irish. My dad is Irish…" then he paused. Lifting both hands to heaven, similar to Moses on the mountain, he decried in continued brogue, "And My God is Irish."



Someday, I'll have to break it to him…but until then, let the little guy believe!  Until then Erin Go Braugh.

Hopeful despite myself,

Jas

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Changing Laines: A New Segment at Triad

So I was talking to Lainey about a new segment coming to the Triad Podcast called "Changing Laine's" You'll have to listen to catch the flavor. Essentially, it's news of the weird and whacked. She tracks it and then logs it into your world.



While going over this, we talked about one story specifically, The Extreme Home Make Over Meltdown. I love this show.



I was bummed to here that their kindness got ripped off. Intentional or not, they helped a family and it did not turn out the way they want.

Listen to a future episode of Triad and catch "Changing Laines"

Subscribe at Itunes or hit www.jasonharper.cc

Until then,
JHARP
www.twitter.com/onefiftee
I about to drop a not very good word...

Ping.FM Maybe the Answer

I have searched for one app that allows me to post one blog and it feeds it to all platforms.

I dont want RSS madness. I want a "type and go" app.

Stay twi-nected

jh
PING FM MAY BE MY GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW

Connect?

I am excited about two things. First, this Twitter thing is crazy. Essentially, it is text based blogging. You can get a text update from peeps in your friend group. For instance, by "following" me, you get a text blog of up to 150 characters. From the mundane thoughts at a stop light to a recommendation to a song just heard...Twit anything.

It seems a tad narcissistic to think anyone cares. I too though that. But then I started to connect in single text blogs and created a greater rhythm of life with those I am in community with who have connected to Twitter.

Get Linked To Me At Twitter: Its Simple

I guess what I am saying is that I enjoy life more when I know what's happening in your world.

Much love.

Jas

Monday, July 28, 2008

Check It Out.

You Blog It.

Been searching for an APP that allows me to blog in one spot and it will post to all Blog platforms where I post.

This is a start.

Jas

Check It Out.

You Blog It.

Been searching for an APP that allows me to blog in one spot and it will post to all Blog platforms where I post.

This is a start.

Jas

Check It Out.

You Blog It.

Been searching for an APP that allows me to blog in one spot and it will post to all Blog platforms where I post.

This is a start.

Jas

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Life Lessons from the Love of a Lion

I saw this relayed from my friend Crissy to Chad. I grabbed the link on Youtube and it jacked me up. After watching it three times and then finding other versions, I called for my daughter to watch it. Then she called in Michelle, who lives with us. All of us sat there not knowing to cry, smile, or do both.

Love is a powerful thing.



Love is kind.

Love is loyal.

Love protects.

Love is for a lifetime.

Today, love.


JHarp

Sacramento News and Review

I dont usually post article links in my blogs space. But last week, The Sacramento News and Review posted a cover story about Capital.

News & Review Story

About two years ago, Rick Cole, Laine Cole and I went to an invited lunch at the SNR. They had invited a few Christian leaders to probe faith perspectives. You are probably not shocked when I say that some of the representation took this opportunity to show boat bigotry and dogma. The three of us sat there fearing we would be braided into the beliefs of the others. Though we read the same Bible, the beliefs were way different.

Anyway, we chatted after the lunch with the editor and some of their writers and allowed an organic interest and friendship to develop. Naturally. Rick's willingness to chat openly and admit to mis-steps of evangelicalism caused conversation. The article, I believe this is the sum total of that dialog.


As you can imagine, people are freaking out.

Whatever.

JH

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

It Matters.

I once read a quote from Martin Luther King Jr. It read in part, "It is only what you do for others in life that will matter."

Powerful. I am gripped with a cause. Be a part of the movement of change.



Until then,

Jason Harper

Friday, April 18, 2008

Jesus Loves Porn Stars

I think Craig was right. Waiting and wondering if the fruit will root, only time will tell. But then Craig has a glimmer with this vid craig just posted on x3 site



I think often of this pic I took of Ron wondering through the scriptures on the tour bus.



Does he believe that Jesus Loves Porn Stars? I think that Ron does know this…and again with time…. invest, invite, include will pay off.

Until then, love.

Jharp

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Anticipation of Action: Be Change

I posted a thought today regarding the next 30 days of my life. From now until May 15, I hunker down. I've got the challenge of my life before me.

Take a moment and catch up to see the Everest of Endurance for my life. On May 15, we will seek to tip culture away from injustice.

I need you to be a part. If you don't know me, skip it. If you do click it. Click through and dive into the journey. Be part of the back drop of change.

The Time For Justice Is Now

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Be a part. Online promo soldiers are needed to carry the cure. Help me help them. Send your friends and challenge them to give online to support the run.

On May 15th, I will run 100 miles and in return secure health care for every child in an inner-city school. (Oak Ridge Elementary: equalstart.com)

Point them to The Extra Mile Run Site


Until then, Be Change!

Jason Harper

Friday, March 28, 2008

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Its Time To Run

In less than two months, I will attempt what many have told me is impossible.
At 8 AM on May 15, I will begin what has been affectionately dubbed The Extra Mile Run.

100 Miles.
24 Hours.
1 Cause.

Many have asked what has caused me to tackle this step toward self annihilation. It’s not quite that bad for me. But it is bad for them. They are a group of children who have no access to health care in California. Many of them are at Oak Ridge Elementary .

Running 100 miles will raise finance and awarness to secure health care for these children. One hundred percent of the proceeds goes to reaching this goal.

So many great things to say.

Take a moment and go to The Extra Mile Run website and hear and see the story unfold.

Be part of history. Make health care available for every child.

Wanting to run the extra mile,

jas

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

One Million Without Care

BE CHANGE

I believe the greatest purpose in life is when someone gives themselves to a cause bigger than them. Since early 2007, The Extra Mile Run has been my cause.

As a person, I am first and foremost a father and husband. With a commitment to live life to the fullest, The Extra Mile Run is no exception to my pattern and habit of pushing the envelope of life. As a seeker of relevant truth and a communicator of authentic faith, I want my life to connect to those from all facets and faiths.

I want to communicate hope in practical ways. Whether in a third world country or with a Fortune 500 CEO, lets builds bridges. I desire to connect people to their purpose and mobilize them to "Be Change."

When I discovered that a million children in California did not have health care and yet 70% of them qualified for it, I was moved. I recognized this was a moment to bend history. Thoughts swirled into vision, vision to action, and action produced willingness to something.

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Coming Next
Nearly a million children need to have their health needs met...

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Love Must Find Away

What is my purpose? The answer, to love and to be loved. That is the purpose. In order to love, we must display love, not just dialog about it.

Societies need to see, not just hear about love. We must show, not just speak love.
We can be change.

How can a child on this planet not have access to clean water?

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How can a child starve in the modernization of this millennia?

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How can a simple vaccination be horded by industrialized countries?

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Love for humanity is the only thing that can work.

Be love,

jharp
www.jasonharper.cc

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Laughed So Hard I Nearly Pee'd







Won't anyone who loves them stop them from singing at the auditions!

Jharp