Author: Anne Marie Miller

  • Pretty Woman – My Battle with Beauty & the Beast

    Sleeping in is quite wonderful. For the 2.5 years I was on staff at Westside, my schedule varied which meant I slept in quite a bit, except for the weekends. Now that I’m on staff at Lake Pointe, I usually arrive in the office around 8:30. Really, it’s not too terrible.

    Around 10 am or so, Chris & I were still lounging around when we got into a conversation about appearances. In the three years we’ve been married, we’ve both gone up a size. I know this isn’t because of my great cooking skills, since I cook about twice a year.

    Something I have always battled is comparing myself to other women. It’s almost natural for me to see someone and think, “If I were that skinny…that tall…that confident…if my teeth were that white…my skin that clear…” but on the flip side, I also think, “I’m glad I’m not that fat…that short…that gangly…that wrinkled…”

    Thinking those thoughts are awful. They’re harmful to me, and unfair to others. And for some reason, I’ve been doing it a lot more frequently.

    There is so much pressure for women to be perfect. Everybody we see on TV is flawless. It’s difficult not to feel like a disappointment when I’m carrying an extra 10 or 15 pounds, my hair needs a good deep conditioning and haven’t shaved my legs in four days.

    Is this comparision thing something other women do and just don’t talk about?

  • %*@%^!

    There appears to be a trend catching on in this postmodern clique of Gen Y’ers: Swearing.

    I remember the first time I read a four-letter word on another “clog” (church blog). I thought it was so amazing and remember thinking,

    “That is what it’s all about! If I only had the cajones to be that authentic – that real with people…fearlessly staring down our legalistic forefathers. And, if Donald Miller can say bastard in his book, well, heck – no – well, hell, I can say whatever I want to! Yeah! – no – Hell, yeah!

    Many of my real life friends and virtual cohorts have taken the liberty in their verbiage. After all, it’s not about rules. It’s about Jesus. And love. And relationships. Whether or not we use soft swear words isn’t life or death. Nobody’s losing their salvation. Those who are more “conservative” just need to let it go…

    Right?

    Maybe not…

    I was reflecting back on the summer a couple years back when I got my eyebrow pierced. It was my seventh piercing. If you’re not familiar with the culture in Kansas, piercings aren’t exactly acceptable. In the back of my mind, I knew this – but I wanted to be different. I was working full time in student ministries, and I wanted to relate to some of the skater kids I worked with. And I wanted to present a non-conformist attitude to the Banana Republic wearing culture I lived in.

    Ironically, more and more people were getting facial piercings and jumping on the same rebellious, body modification bandwagon I was on. It may have been nonconforming in intent, but the truth of the matter was I was just as guilty as conforming to that particular culture as the Johnson County soccer moms were to theirs.

    In the same vein, there are those of us who intend to be authentic. To be real. To show the mess, the dirt, the rawness of our imperfect lives and need for grace. But I really have to wonder – how much of it is necessary? Do we really have to cuss or brag about our liberties to drink in moderation while expecting those with different viewpoints to get over it and realize we are “just being real?” Are we being real – or are we just being…edgy?

    We walk around donning our “It’s about loving people” halos but seem to neglect – whether we like it or not – fundamental truths about living like Christ in all aspects, in addition to the clear command to love.

    Are we really being honest when we do these things, or are we just conforming to an edgier fad of Christian living? More importantly, are we accurately representing Christ?

  • My friend Matt

    Matt

    I met Matt Mungle back in 1999 or 2000, I really don’t remember exactly when or where or how, but it had to do with the Dallas radio station 89.7 PowerFM and bands…or…a company I worked for called GroceryWorks. If that was the case, I was in marketing and did on-air live GroceryWorks plugs for several radio stations here in the DFW area (Mix, Kiss, and I really don’t remember them all to be honest.) It was incredibly fun and as shy as I am about speaking in public, radio never freaked me out since people can’t really see you…

    Anyway, through the years, Matt and I have kept in touch and I noticed in January, he added me to his “top 8” on Myspace. When he did, he sent me this message:

    —————– Original Message —————–
    From: The Mungle
    Date: Jan 14, 2006 9:11 PM

    … how are you feeling these days. I have been so busy I haven’t had time to ask. I hope you are having a great 2006. This will no doubt be a huge year of change. Im just telling you up front. It is the curse of being number one in my top 8 ;-)

    Happy day yo.

    —————– End Message —————–

    Now, little did Matt or myself know that only a week after this message, I would be resigning from Westside, two weeks later interviewing at Lake Pointe, a month later, interviewing there again, or two weeks after that moving to Texas.

    At this point, I’d like to say thanks, Matt…as much as I laughed at your “top 8” curse when you emailed me…I gotta say now it’s a little freaky! But I’m glad you were right.

  • Oklahoma is OK with Me

    Friends, Romans, Countrymen – lend me your eyes….

    Welp, we got off to a late start leaving. I THOUGHT we had gotten rid of so much, but yet we still managed to fill up the 16′ truck & Rodeo completely, with Chris’ dad taking the leftovers to be picked up at a later date.

    The drive through Kansas and Oklahoma has been mildly uneventful. Just imagine what life is like, crusing down I-35 going no faster than 57mph. That’s right folks…With all the weight we are hauling, our little truck (we named it “Meat” – long story) couldn’t make it up to even 60. So…if you have never enjoyed the KS Turnpike at 55mph, you have simply NOT LIVED!

    We left the metro around 6:30pm and it is now, according to the official Holiday Inn time, 2:32am. So…8 hours to OKC! In all honesty, it flew by so fast and we are going to sleep in until about 9am tomorrow. Oh, also after getting everything loaded, I decided there was no WAY we are unloading all our stuff ourselves tomorrow. So, thanks to Robert at 2 Men & a Truck, all our belongings will be professionally carried in by a moving team and we will sit in lawn chairs with umbrella drinks and watch them sweat. As for Chris, he’s asleep – our cats are sniffing around the room and I’m about to go beat up our extremely loud neighbors (all in love and kindness of course.)

    Thank you for your prayers…

    Much love,
    Chris & Anne

  • Goodbye, Kansas.

    I think yesterday, it hit me that we are leaving tomorrow. It feels like the four years and 5 months I have spent in Kansas City have gone by so fast. Of course, it seemed like I’ve been here forever not knowing when an end would be in sight, but now it feels like I moved here, blinked, and now I’m moving back to Texas.

    There have been so many people I’ve tried to say goodbye to in the last three days. Coffee twice on Monday, dinner with some close friends on Tuesday, and yesterday, lunch with a friend, coffee (well, I had water) with another friend right after that, then a long Italian dinner from great wine, to great pasta, to a great dessert with another wonderful friend. Tonight is going to be a rough night – lots of friends, old & new, young & old…oy vey. And there are so many people I want to get to spend time with alone and there just aren’t enough hours left…As much as Kansas is cold & boring, the relationships I have here have meant more to me than anyone could ever know.

    I still have a little packing to do, and I’m not sure when I might be online next….at the latest, Friday night at the hotel in Oklahoma City.

    Goodbye, Kansas.

  • Top Five Things

    The top five non-relational things I will miss about Kansas City:

    5. Snow (it’s pretty to look at anyway, and yummy to eat)
    4. No traffic problems
    3. The colors of autumn
    2. Trees, hills & other nature type things
    1. The Country Club Cafe (Also known as the location for our going away party, Thursday from 7-9pm. I hope you can come!)

    Now that I am done grieving, the top five non-relational things I look forward to in Dallas:

    5. Warm weather
    4. A variety of good eateries, markets, galleries, clubs, bands, cafes, shopping….
    3. Dallas Museum of Art & the Aquarium (I know that’s technically two)
    2. IKEA
    1. Sundance Square in Fort Worth

    (If I went into relational things, there wouldn’t be enough time in the world to read all I need to write…)

  • A Nagging Question

    Over the last year and a half – maybe longer – I have been plagued with a nagging question that leaves my spirit restless and the more I pray…the more I seek…the more I try and listen…the more the restlessness refuses to leave, begging me to keep praying, keep seeking, and keep listening.

    My background is in communication design. Anything having to do with visually communicating a message is where my natural niche resides. I promote and advertise anything because it’s what I naturally do.

    Since in the last few years I’ve been fulfilling that role in as a vocational church employee, I often walk the line between what is necessary as far as “marketing the church” and “is this necessary at all?” I struggle because marketing, in the sense of advertising, happens whether it is intentional or not. And I struggle because having intentional plans is a good thing, even when it comes to the message of the church.

    But has the local church taken church marketing too far?

    I did a Technorati search on “Church Marketing” and came across this blog. John O’Keefe writes:

    it is easy to sell, “come to our church, our pastor is handsome”
    it is not easy to sell, “come to a faith that tells you to love the unlovable”

    it is easy to sell, “come to our church, we have great music”
    it is hard to sell a faith that says, “come to a faith that seeks you to be silent”

    it is easy to sell, “come to our church, we have some great programs”
    it is hard to sell a faith that says, “come to a faith that tells you you must be active in reaching the needs of others”

    it is easy to sell, “come to our church, we have a wonderful and clean building – with a ton of parking”
    it is hard to sell a faith that says, “come to a faith where we will meet on a hill side, and you will need to walk five miles to get there”

    it is easy to sell, “come to our church, God loves you”
    it is hard to sell a faith that says, “come to God, and by doing so love others – even to the cost of your life”

    it is easy to sell, “come to our church, we love america”
    it is hard to sell a faith that says, “live for the kingdom of God, and love those who hate you.”

    I couldn’t have said it better myself.

    As a marketer, I see the need for target markets, for knowing your audience, and other marketing principles you learn. But as a Christ-follower, I often wonder if by marketing the church, we’ve bowed down to the American consumeristic mindset which has evolved into a slogan-filled, attention-grabbing, who can come up with the most polished looking piece of marketing collateral-tsunami.

    Isn’t our target market PEOPLE? Does it really matter if those people are ages 30-45 with an annual household income of $85,000, with 2.5 kids and a dog who shop at Pottery Barn and eat at Panera? Does the gaping hole in their soul, longing for a Love really exist soley after the fact their houses cost $190,000 and they drive a minivan? Can’t the love of God shine through our lives more than a four-color, glossy, die-cut postcard?

    I think we have it backwards sometimes. I really, really do.

  • So, What Happened with this Texas Thing?

    I’ve gotten a few emails and comments asking for some elaboration in the sudden, “Hey, Texas” decision. And for good reason, as back on February 14th, I informed everyone of the decision not to take the job at Lake Pointe.

    A couple days after my conversation with Wes (the media pastor), informing him of our decision, he calls and leaves me a voicemail:

    “Anne, this is Wes. I’d like to screw with your life a little bit. Call me back.”

    I call him back to discover there was a possible position in their communications department that was more suited to what I needed as far as my scheduling and overall intensity of the job.

    A few days later, after talking with Bill, the Commuications Director, they decide to fly me back to work in their offices this past week to make sure it was a good fit.

    It was incredible.

    After getting to know some of the other LP staffers, as well as hanging out with the awesome people I had already met on the first trip down, it was clear this was what I had been waiting for. This was it. I received the official job offer on Wednesday and accepted!

    So, there’s the rest of the story…

    If you live in the KC area (or you just want to fly in – haha!) I’m having a “Welp, see you Later” party on March 23rd from 7-9pm at the Country Club Cafe in Shawnee. I’d love to see you there.

  • Blech

    Stomach virus keeping you up all night – bad.

    Having a coffee date with a friend and not having her phone number to tell her you can’t make it because of aforementioned virus, praying she reads her email before 9am – really bad.

    Losing 4 pounds in 12 hours – good! (Just trying to find the upside)

    (Kate…if you made it out there before getting my email…here is my public confession and apology!! I hope we can reschedule!!)