The Thrash Effect

The Thrash Effect

I was traveling home from Cleveland and noticed an article about Ashton Kutcher in the in-flight magazine. Though this popular movie star has had the dubious distinction of being the most followed man on Twitter, the interview wasn’t the usual fare of celebrity worship.

Kutcher stated his aim in life is to generate what he calls “thrash,” or creating movement in a disruptive kind of way. He describes thrash saying it’s like a wake made by a boat, but moving toward some kind of goal. It’s not thrash for the sake of thrash. “Occasionally, you have to be forced outside your comfort zone, right?” he says. “You just gotta have thrash.” Of course his show, Punk’d, is an example of thrash, but came with mixed reviews when his elaborate pranks brought some to tears. Still Kutcher maintains, “If everyone is happy, you’re not doing anything.” I finished the article, but continued thinking about thrash.

Creating movement in a disruptive kind of way.

A few days after my return, Duncan and I went to watch our son’s varsity basketball game. It was senior night, and our team hoped for a win after a losing season. One senior played his best game but fouled out in the fourth quarter. We’d seen a lot of bad ref calls, and that kid was clearly frustrated as he headed to the bench. Tears lined his cheeks.

Then, the coach of the opposing team made an unexpected move…Continue reading

Closing the Case on God’s Heart

Closing the Case on God’s Heart

“You can’t get close to someone you don’t trust,” a friend said.  Her words carried that ping of truth.

Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes. I’d just described to her a scene I’d envisioned while praying. In the scene, Jesus sat on the high end of a teeter-totter. His face glowed with warmth and mirth. I was a young wisp of a girl, sitting on the low end, balancing a huge globe on my lap. The heavy world kept my end of the plank firmly on the ground.

Jesus said, “Let’s play!”

He meant for me to push up my end. The extra weight on my side made it seem impossible…Continue reading

Lose The List

Lose The List

Just before bed, I was flipping channels and landed on a new dating show called, Ready For Love. Tim, the eligible bachelor, told the story of losing his first marriage as he rose to fame in the music world. Though brokenhearted, he learned from this failure and felt ready to try again. He seemed genuine. Intrigued, I continued watching.The show featured “dating coaches” who instructed the female contestants on what to do, and more importantly—what not to do—in order to be more appealing. Tim would ultimately pick only one of them.Continue reading