Activity evolution

In the beginning, there was the bicycle, and we loved it. Karen and I toured together on several trips for a total of several thousand miles. Eventually, circumstances changed, as did our priorities, and our bike riding came to a near standstill. We’ve recently started doing some short rides locally a couple of times a week.

A couple of years ago I bought a handheld GPS, mainly for assurance that we could always find our way back to the trailhead by following the GPS track. But after I hunted down a couple of geocaches on one of our vacations, I became hooked on a new activity. Karen and I have been exploring many of the trails in the local regional parks (home to lots of geocaches), and we love the hiking and outdoors. I even enjoy the challenge of finding urban geocaches, although Karen does not.

Now I expect we’re on the verge of getting hooked on a new outdoor activity. Last Saturday we took kayak lessons at the lake, and loved it. They taught the basics of strokes, manuevering, and recovery. Yes, we did have to tip over and then help each other right the kayak and then climb back in. Our next step is to rent a couple of different models to see what we like best. My lesson was in a very nice performance oriented touring kayak, but I found it a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps I just need to get my body acclimated, or maybe a different model will give a better fit. So I’m making a list of all the stuff we need besides the kayaks and the list is getting fairly long. Hmmm…

Why are people late?

In a recent post to his blog “Jump Start Church”, Steve Sjogren asked (and gave his opinion on) “Why is it that when your weekend services start, only 15-20% are present?” This piqued my interest since I realize I am a habitual late comer to our church service.

This last Sunday I stood in the back (I was on time, for a change) and counted the number of people arriving late. I estimate 30-40% of the attenders came in late. Probably 20% of the people came late enough that they missed all or part of the service given to outlining church activities, purposes, and future goals. This is unfortunate since our church is in the process of establishing a new vision and direction under new leadership.

Clearly, some people seem to be habitually late. I can think of some friends who we have come to expect to arrive about a half hour late to any activity. We’ve learned to compensate for their nature. But why do people do this? What accounts for lateness?

In considering my own behavior, I realize there are many kinds of activities that I’m late for, but some for which I’ve never been late. For instance, I’ve never been late for jury duty, a meeting with my boss (and on the few occasions when I crossed into the stratospheric territory of top level management I was in the building at least 15 minutes early). I’m not late for concerts or plays that I pay a lot of money for. All of which leads me to believe that my punctuality or lack thereof reflects my values. If the penalty or reward is too great to ignore, I will not be late.

Now if I were asked, “Do you value your church’s worship service,” I would reply, “Of course I do.” But if I consistently miss a portion of that worship service by being late, does that not more truthfully indicate how much I value that part of the service? In the same way, my conclusion is the late comers to a church service don’t believe there is either a penalty or a reward. The early part of the service just doesn’t matter to them.

I believe it is easy, and wrong, to criticize folks for their choice in arriving late to church. It’s equally tempting for church leaders to rationalize this issue by assuming lateness is just part of some people’s nature. The really difficult question for church leadership is how to do better at leading people to full participation in church services.

Livermore and Danville

I went out this afternoon and picked up a red jeep travel bug that Dan had left in Map Heroes, and then two caches in Livermore and three in Danville. Along the way I dropped a bunch of e-cycle stuff in San Ramon.