Thursday, May 03, 2007

Letter to Global Church from Smyrna

A letter to the Global Church from The Protestant Church of Smyrna

Dear friends,

This past week has been filled with much sorrow. Many of you have heard by now of our devastating loss here in an event that took place in Malatya, a Turkish province 300 miles northeast of Antioch, the city where believers were first called Christians (Acts 11:26).

On Wednesday morning, April 18, 2007, 46 year old German Christian and father of three Tilmann Geske prepared to go to his office, kissing his wife goodbye and taking a moment to hug his son and give him the priceless memory, “Goodbye, son. I love you.”

Tilmann rented an office space from Zirve Publishing. Zirve was also the location of the Malatya Evangelist Church office. A ministry of the church, Zirve prints and distributes Christian literature to Malatya and nearby cities in Eastern Turkey. In another area of town, 35 year old Pastor Necati Aydin, father of two, said goodbye to his wife, leaving for the office as well. They had a morning Bible Study and prayer meeting that some other believers in town would also be attending. Ugur Yuksel likewise made his way to the Bible study.

None of these three men knew that what awaited them at the Bible study was the ultimate testing and application of their faith, which would conclude with their entrance into glory to receive their crown of righteousness from Christ and honor from all the saints awaiting them in the Lord’s presence.

On the other side of town, ten young men all under 20 years old put into place final arrangements for their ultimate act of faith, living out their love for Allah and hatred of infidels who they felt undermined Islam.

On Resurrection Sunday, five of these men had been to a by-invitation-only evangelistic service that Pastor Necati and his men had arranged at a hotel conference room in the city. The men were known to the believers as “seekers.” No one knows what happened in the hearts of those men as they listened to the gospel. Were they touched by the Holy Spirit? Were they convicted of sin? Did they hear the gospel in their heart of hearts? Today we only have the beginning of their story.

These young men, one of whom is the son of a mayor in the Province of Malatya, are part of a tarikat, or a group of “faithful believers” in Islam. Tarikat membership is highly respected here; it’s like a fraternity membership. In fact, it is said that no one can get into public office without membership in a tarikat. These young men all lived in the same dorm, all preparing for university entrance exams.

The young men got guns, bread knives, ropes and towels ready for their final act of service to Allah. They knew there would be a lot of blood. They arrived in time for the Bible Study, around 10 o’clock.

They arrived, and apparently the Bible Study began. Reportedly, after Necati read a chapter from the Bible the assault began. The boys tied Ugur, Necati, and Tilmann’s hands and feet to chairs and as they videoed their work on their cellphones, they brutally tortured our brothers for almost three hours.

Neighbors in workplaces near the print house said later they had heard yelling, but assumed the owners were having a domestic argument so they did not respond.

Meanwhile, another believer Gokhan and his wife had a leisurely morning. He slept in till 10, ate a long breakfast and finally around 12:30 he and his wife arrived at the office. The door was locked from the inside, and his key would not work. He phoned and though it had connection on his end he did not hear the phone ringing inside. He called cell phones of his brothers and finally Ugur answered his phone. “We are not at the office. Go to the hotel meeting. We are there. We will come there,” he said cryptically. As Ugur spoke Gokhan heard in the telephone’s background weeping and a strange snarling sound.

He phoned the police, and the nearest officer arrived in about five minutes. He pounded on the door, “Police, open up!” Initially the officer thought it was a domestic disturbance. At that point they heard another snarl and a gurgling moan. The police understood that sound as human suffering, prepared the clip in his gun and tried over and over again to burst through the door. One of the frightened assailants unlocked the door for the policeman, who entered to find a grisly scene.

Tilmann and Necati had been slaughtered. Ugur’s throat was likewise slit and he was barely alive.

Three assailants in front of the policeman dropped their weapons.

Meanwhile Gokhan heard a sound of yelling in the street. Someone had fallen from their third story office. Running down, he found a man on the ground, whom he later recognized, named Emre Gunaydin. He had massive head trauma and, strangely, was snarling. He had tried to climb down the drainpipe to escape, and losing his balance had plummeted to the ground. It seems that he was the main leader of the attackers. Another assailant was found hiding on a lower balcony.

To untangle the web we need to back up six years. In April 2001, the National Security Council of Turkey (Milli Guvenlik Kurulu) began to consider evangelical Christians as a threat to national security, on equal footing as Al Quaida and PKK terrorism. Statements made in the press by political leaders, columnists and commentators have fueled a hatred against ‘missionaries’ who they claim bribe young people to change their religion.

After that decision in 2001, attacks and threats on churches, pastors and Christians began. Bombings, physical attacks, verbal and written abuse are only some of the ways Christians are being targetted. Most significant is the use of media propaganda.

From December 2005, after having a long meeting regarding the Christian threat, the wife of Former Prime Minister Ecevit, historian Ilber Ortayli, Professor Hasan Unsal, Politician Ahmet Tan and writer/propogandist Aytunc Altindal, each in their own profession began a campaign to bring the public’s attention to the looming threat of Christians who sought to “buy their children’s souls”. Hidden cameras in churches have taken church service footage and used it sensationally to promote fear and antagonism toward Christianity.

In an official televised response from Ankara, the Interior Minister of Turkey smirked as he spoke of the attacks on our brothers in Malatya. Amid public outrage and protests against the event and in favor of freedom of religion and freedom of thought, media and official comments ring with the same message, “We hope you have learned your lesson. We do not want Christians here.”

It appears that this was an organized attack initiated by an unknown adult tarikat leader. As in the Hrant Dink murder in January 2007, and a Catholic priest Andrea Santoro in February 2006, minors are being used to commit religious murders because public sympathy for youth is strong and they face lower penalties than an adult convicted of the same crime. Even the parents of these children are in favor of the acts. The mother of the 16 year old boy who killed the Catholic priest Andrea Santoro looked at the cameras as her son was going to prison and said, “he will serve time for Allah.”

The young men involved in the killing are currently in custody. Today news reported that they would be tried as terrorists, so their age would not affect the strict penalty. Assailant Emre Gunaydin is still in intensive care. The investigation centers around him and his contacts and they say the case will fall apart if he does not recover.

The Church in Turkey responded in a way that honored God as dozens of believers and pastors flew in as fast as they could to stand by the small church of Malatya and encourage the believers, take care of legal issues, and represent Christians to the media.

When Susanne expressed her wish to bury her husband in Malatya there were many complications. However, in the end Tilmann was buried in an old Armenian graveyard on April 20th.

Ugur was buried by his family in an Alevi Muslim ceremony in his hometown of Elazig on April 19th, his believing fiance watching from the shadows as his family and friends refused to accept in death the faith Ugur had so long professed and died for.

Necati’s funeral took place in his hometown of Izmir, the city where he came to faith. The darkness does not understand the light. Though the churches expressed their forgiveness for the event, Christians were not to be trusted. Before they would load the coffin onto the plane from Malatya, it went through two separate xray exams to make sure it was not loaded with explosives. This is not a usual procedure for Muslim coffins.

Necati’s funeral was a beautiful event. Like a glimpse of heaven, hundreds of Turkish Christians and workers came to show their love for Christ, and their honor for this man chosen to die for Christ. Necati’s wife Shemsa told the world, “His death was full of meaning, because he died for Christ and he lived for Christ… Necati was a gift from God. I feel honored that he was in my life, I feel crowned with honor. I want to be worthy of that honor.”

Boldly the believers took their stand at Necati’s funeral, facing the risks of being seen publicly and likewise becoming targets. As expected, the anti-terror police attended and videotaped everyone attending the funeral for their future use. The service took place outside at Buca Baptist church, and he was buried in a small Christian graveyard in the outskirts of Izmir.

Two assistant Governors of Izmir were there solemnly watching the event from the front row. Dozens of news agencies were there documenting the events with live news and photographs. Who knows the impact the funeral had on those watching? This is the beginning of their story as well. Pray for them.

In an act that hit front pages in the largest newspapers in Turkey, Susanne Geske in a television interview expressed her forgiveness. She did not want revenge, she told reporters. “Oh God, forgive them for they know not what they do,” she said, wholeheartedly agreeing with the words of Christ on Calvary (Luke 23:34).

In a country where blood-for-blood revenge is as normal as breathing, many many reports have come to the attention of the church of how this comment of Susanne Geske has changed lives. One columnist wrote of her comment, “She said in one sentence what 1000 missionaries in 1000 years could never do.”

Many Christians in Malatya will most likely move out, as their families and children have become publicly identified as targets to the hostile city. The remaining 10 believers are in hiding. What will happen to this church, this light in the darkness? Most likely it will go underground. Pray for wisdom, that Turkish brothers from other cities will go to lead the leaderless church. Should we not be concerned for that great city of Malatya, a city that does not know what it is doing? (Jonah 4:11)

When our Pastor Fikret Bocek went with a brother to give a statement to the Security Directorate on Monday they were ushered into the Anti-Terror Department. On the wall was a huge chart covering the whole wall listing all the terrorist cells in Izmir, categorized. In one prominent column were listed all the evangelical churches in Izmir. The darkness does not understand the light. “These that have turned the world upside down are come hither also.” (Acts 17:6)

Please pray for the Church in Turkey. “Don’t pray against persecution, pray for perseverence,” urges Pastor Fikret Bocek.

The Church is better having lost our brothers; the fruit in our lives, the renewed faith, the burning desire to spread the gospel to quench more darkness in Malatya …all these are not to be regretted. Pray that we stand strong against external opposition and especially pray that we stand strong against internal struggles with sin, our true debilitating weakness.

This we know. Christ Jesus was there when our brothers were giving their lives for Him. He was there, like He was when Stephen was being stoned in the sight of Saul of Tarsus.

Someday the video of the deaths of our brothers may reveal more to us about the strength that we know Christ gave them to endure their last cross, about the peace the Spirit of God endowed them with to suffer for their beloved Savior. But we know He did not leave their side. We know their minds were full of Scripture strengthening them to endure, as darkness tried to subdue the unsubduable Light of the Gospel. We know, in whatever way they were able, with a look or a word, they encouraged one another to stand strong. We know they knew they would soon be with Christ.

We don’t know the details. We don’t know the kind of justice that will or will not be served on this earth.

But we pray-- and urge you to pray-- that someday at least one of those five boys will come to faith because of the testimony in death of Tilmann Geske, who gave his life as a foreign Christian in Turkey, and the testimonies in death of Necati Aydin and Ugur Yuksel, the first martyrs for Christ out of the Turkish Church.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Andy Stanley

I borrowed a sermon series from someone at work done by this guy and it was fantastic. I had heard something from this guy before but this series, entitled "pause" was just phenomenal.

You can listen to it here.


Just scroll down to January 29th, 2006 to the sermon entitled "Forty-One Days" to start it.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Interesting Read

Gun Town USA

Cat's Diary

*Stolen from many places on the web, it amused me*

DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from shredding the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant and cough it up on the carpeting.

DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed (again).

DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.

DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...

DAY 768- I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo". What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth and the tiny bit of flesh under my claws.

DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies". Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured.....for now.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Take my money, please






Of course if they aren't careful we could end up with a:


Friday, April 13, 2007

Numbers

I read a bunch in Numbers yesterday, some key points:

The whole story of the 12 spies really seems like the ending of a movie, I can see the story of them skulking through the countries, barely avoiding detection, until finally getting back to the main camp exhausted, physically and mentally.

The preponderance of spies gives a truthful report, but then they lose their faith and say, WE can not beat these guys, which was the truth, the Israelites couldn't win by themselves. Then the Israelites decide to stone Moses and Aaron.

Of course Joshua and Caleb stand up and testify that the Israelites aren't fighting alone! That God is on their side! So the Israelites decide to stone them too.

Now we get to the movie part:

Just as the Israelites are going to stone Joshua and Caleb (and Moses and Aaron too I assume), God in His glory shows up and beats down the rebellers, then imposes His judgment. Interestingly enough, God decided to destroy Israel and Moses, who was about to be stoned by the ingrates, intercedes for the them, quite a picture of Christ, asking forgiveness for those who don't deserve it.



I also read where Aaron and his sister talk bad about Moses and Moses, instead of being self-righteous, he is humble.

In fact he is described in this part of the Bible as the humblest man on the face of the earth, which interests me since Moses wrote this book, apparently being humble doesn't mean being self-deprecating.

Moses doesn't lash out and scream that HE IS MOSES!!!!!! Instead he agrees to take the case before God who then says these wonderful words:

Numbers 12 : 6 - 8

" “Hear now My words:
If there is a prophet among you,
I, the LORD, make Myself known to him in a vision;
I speak to him in a dream.

7 Not so with My servant Moses;
He is faithful in all My house.

8 I speak with him face to face,
Even plainly, and not in dark sayings;
And he sees the form of the LORD.
Why then were you not afraid
To speak against My servant Moses?”"



Wow! Just wow.

Cat Rides the Bus Everyday...

Here is the link

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Accountability - Day *Mumble Mumble*

I have been very good at going to the gym as often as I can, it has rarely been 4 times a week like I want to since life gets in the way, which is fine, but I almost always get there 3 times a week.

The Bible reading was going very well...until I hit Leviticus, kinda slowed down then, but I fought through and finished Leviticus. My reward?

Numbers. Oy vei.

Anyways, since my readings aren't up to snuff I will return to posting what I read the night before, at least until I hit Joshua.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Movie Reviews

First off the simple one:

The Departed

Very strong movie with a weak ending. Really. I was in love with the movie then it turned into a train wreck at the end.


Pan's Labyrinth


This one was a shot in the arm, a wonderful breath of fresh air in a world full of stale movies. It is a fairy tale for adults. A story that I can picture Sister #3 writing. I can definitely see her loving it. Those of you who know me know that this is the highest praise I can bestow on a film, it comes out May 15th and I will be purchasing it then. I suggest you all do the same.

Friday, March 23, 2007

God Needs Offensive Linemen Too

So the other day I was reading in Exodus (Exodus 17: 8 - 16 to be exact) and came upon this passage:



8 Now Amalek came and fought with Israel in Rephidim. 9 And Moses said to Joshua, “Choose us some men and go out, fight with Amalek. Tomorrow I will stand on the top of the hill with the rod of God in my hand.” 10 So Joshua did as Moses said to him, and fought with Amalek. And Moses, Aaron, and Hur went up to the top of the hill. 11 And so it was, when Moses held up his hand, that Israel prevailed; and when he let down his hand, Amalek prevailed. 12 But Moses’ hands became heavy; so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it. And Aaron and Hur supported his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side; and his hands were steady until the going down of the sun. 13 So Joshua defeated Amalek and his people with the edge of the sword.
14 Then the LORD said to Moses, “Write this for a memorial in the book and recount it in the hearing of Joshua, that I will utterly blot out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven.” 15 And Moses built an altar and called its name, The-LORD-Is-My-Banner;[a] 16 for he said, “Because the LORD has sworn: the LORD will have war with Amalek from generation to generation.”



Out of all the things I have heard people take from this, the power of God, how God uses His people to do His will, how God's judgment will ALWAYS come to fruition on the wicked; I never heard anyone talk about Aaron and Hur, except in passing.

Where I work we provide support for Christians all over the globe, to be specific, I am in accounting which provides support for people providing support for Believers all over the globe. So that means I am supporting the supporters.

I'm not sure how much farther behind the "front lines" you can get. I am not Joshua out front leading the troops, bringing God's judgment on the wicked, I am not Moses, the living proof of God's awesome power, I am the guys holding up Moses' arms. Heck, I might even just be the rock he sat on.

That's it. Not much glory in that is there. At the end of the day when the troops came home and were celebrated for their valor and God was worshiped for His display of power through Moses I doubt that Hur was carried around on anyone's shoulders in victory.

When I was in high school, at a small private school, we put together a flag football team to play other small private schools in the area. Our first practice when people were asked what position they wanted to play there were a few people who wanted to play running back, a few who wanted to play quarterback, but we all wanted to be wide receivers.

And no one wanted to be on the offensive line. No one. Those of us who were told that we were on the O-line felt slighted, as if we were playing left field, not good enough.

Of course, if there were no one playing offensive line then the quarterback would have no time to throw the ball, but still, as I saw dropped pass after dropped pass I got rather frustrated since even the coach knew that I could catch better than those schmucks out there, yet I stayed on the O-line since that was were I was needed most. And I chafed at that. When a touchdown is scored no one ever runs over to the center and says, "Great block! If it weren't for you we wouldn't have scored!"

It feels that way sometimes where I work and I know that people chafe at that, I might chafe at that sometimes too.

But I look at Aaron and Hur and realize that if all of us were Minsters or Missionaries we wouldn't have the support people needed to pay the minsters and support the missionaries. So even though sometimes I wish for something more, maybe something that would have someone say, "Wow! Look at what he did!"

*You mean like getting slaughtered for the Gospel?*

Hmmm, that might be a bit extreme at the moment.

People send cards in here all the time thanking us for what we do, most of them are sent to a certain department, the voice and face of the organization, but one day I got a card sent to me, thanking me for what I did, and I have to say that was rather nice.

So for all you other offensive linemen out there, be content with what God is having you do, if Hur hadn't been content to merely hold Moses' hands up he never would have gotten his name listed in the most popular and important book of all time.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Grape Explosions (and a Tomato)
















For Sister #2





Happy Birthday! The big 23! Two more years to go till it is all downhill.

I have different relationships with all my siblings, for example Sister #3 and I gently mock each other while Brother #1 and I race to see who can lose our hair first, rather exciting stuff.

Anyway, Sister #2 and I were generally the conspirators. We dug a tunnel under a wall in our garage, I got a horrendous case of poison ivy for our efforts, there was other stuff we did, but I haven't finished my coffee yet so my memory is working on low power.

So happy birthday to you, I hope it is great, I hope the card I sent gets to you tomorrow since there is a note apologizing for it being late and if it gets there today then it isn't late and the note will have been wasted.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Caveman's Crib

From the Geico caveman, kinda amusing.

Here

Kickin' It Old School

Blast from the Past




One Year Bible Blog

If you read the selections each day you will read through the Bible in one year. What is neat about this is that there are links to Biblegateway so when you click the link it opens all of that day's readings.

Click here for the blog.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Day....Whatever...

Last week I was sick and it was my birthday so I didn't go to the gym at all, not one day....

I am in Exodus and just read about the plagues last night then we had a pretty ferocious thunderstorm with sleet and some hail and I was pretty sure that frogs were going to be coming up through the sewers.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Time fer sum lurnin!

Brainteaser

Each picture is a word or phrase, click the drop down box to see if you got the right answer.

Rather fun.

Also, I didn't go to the gym since I was supposed to go somewhere last night but then it got canceled so then Wife #1 decided that there was stuff from the store that she needed so I went and got that stuff and didn't go to the gym......but I did read my daily Bible reading.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Tongue in Cheek

The Coalition to Prevent Assault Weapon Violence
The coalition was organized in the wake of the expiration of the 1994 Assault Weapon Ban that expired on September 13, 2004. It started when one of our founding members read a release by the Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence that AK47s and Uzis were coming to our neighborhood this summer.

We investigated and determined that all scientific research to date shows that these weapons are rarely used in crimes. We trust that John Kerry, the Brady Campaign, and independent experts like Tim Robbins would never mislead us, so we set out to prove what the experts cannot - that assault weapons do cause crime.

To that end, we obtained the above "Colt AR-15" assault rifle from a local death merchant and configured a web-cam and lighting to monitor it 24 hours a day.

Much to our embarrassment, some astute volunteers pointed out that we needed to "load" the rifle with assault ammunition. A few days later, thanks to some generous paypal donations from our volunteers, we have the rifle loaded with a "magazine" and we again wait for spontaneous acts of violence.


Check out their website here.

From John Piper

This was sent to me today and I found it moving and wonderful all the same time, I just want to make certain that everyone knows that this is NOT about my father. Let me assure you that if this were the case I would not be writing a blog post about it before heading to Pennsylvania. You can find the original that I copied this from at Desiring God.


Hello, My Father Just Died

March 7, 2007
By John Piper

Read this resource on our website.

The following is John Piper’s journal entry narrating his father’s death on Tuesday, March 6, 2007.

The funeral is scheduled for Friday, March 9, 2007, at 2 p.m. at White Oak Baptist Church in Greenville, S. C. Visitation is 7:00-8:30 p.m. Thursday evening, March 8, 2007, at Mackey Mortuary on Century Drive in Greenville. All are welcomed.

John Piper will not be preaching this weekend at Bethlehem Baptist Church.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007. 2 a.m.

The big hospital clock in room 4326 of Greenville Memorial Hospital said, with both hands straight up, midnight. Daddy had just taken his last breath. My watch said 12:01, March 6, 2007.

I had slept a little since his last morphine shot at ten. One ear sleeping, one on the breathing. At 11:45, I awoke. The breaths were coming more frequently and were very shallow. I will not sleep again, I thought. For ten minutes, I prayed aloud into his left ear with Bible texts and pleadings to Jesus to come and take him. I had made this case before, and this time felt an unusual sense of partnership with Daddy as I pressed on the Lord to relieve this warrior of his burden.

I finished and lay down. Good. Thank you, Lord. It will not be long. And, grace upon grace, hundreds of prayers are being answered: He is not choking. The gurgling that threatened to spill over and drown him in the afternoon had sunk deep, and now there was simple clear air, shorter and shorter. I listened from where I lay next to him on a foldout chair.

That’s it. I rose and waited. Will he breathe again? Nothing. Fifteen or twenty seconds, and then a gasp. I was told to expect these false endings. But it was not false. The gasp was the first of two. But no more breaths. I waited, watching. No facial expressions. His face had frozen in place hours before. One more jerk. That was all. Perhaps an eyebrow twitch a moment later. Nothing more.

I stroked his forehead and sang,

My gracious Master and My God
Assist me to proclaim
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of thy name.

Daddy, how many thousands awaited you because of your proclamation of the great gospel. You were faithful. You kept the faith, finished the race, fought the fight. “Make friends for yourselves with unrighteous mammon that they might receive you into eternal habitations.”

I watched, wondering if there could be other reflexes. I combed his hair. He always wore a tie. The indignities of death are many, but we tried to minimize them. Keep the covers straight. Pull the gown up around his neck so it looks like a sharp turtleneck. Tuck the gappy shoulder slits down behind so they don’t show. Use a wet washcloth to keep the secretions from crusting in the eyelashes. And by all means, keep his hair combed. So now I straightened his bedding and combed his hair and wiped his eyes and put the mouth moisturizer on his lips and tried to close his mouth. His mouth would not stay closed. It had been set in that position from hours and hours of strained breathing. But he was neat. A strong, dignified face.

I called my sister Beverly first, then Noël. Tearfully we gave thanks. Get a good night’s rest. I will take care of things here with the doctor and the nurses and the mortuary arrangements. I will gather all our things and take them back to the motel. “I wish I had been there,” Beverly lamented. Yes. That is good. But don’t let that feeling dominate now. In the days to come, you will look back with enormous gratitude for the hundreds of hours you gave serving Daddy. It is my turn to be blessed.

The nurse came to give him his scheduled morphine shot. As she walked toward me I said, “He won’t need that any more.” “Is he gone?” “Yes. And thank you so much for your ministry to him.” “I will notify the doctor so he can come and verify. I will leave you alone.” “Yes, thank you.”

The doctor in his green frock came at 12:40 and listened with his stethoscope to four different places on Daddy’s chest. Then he pulled back the sheet and said, “I must apply some pain stimuli to his nail base to see if he reacts. Then he used his flashlight to test Daddy’s eyes. “The nurse supervisor will come and get the information we need about the mortuary.” Thank you.

Alone again, I felt his cheeks. Finally cool after the fevered and flushed fight. I felt his nose, as though I were blind. Then I felt mine. I thought, very soon my nose will be like your nose. It is already like your nose.

The nurse came. No thank you, an autopsy will not be necessary. Mackey Mortuary on Century Drive. My name is John, his son. My cell phone is . . . . “You may stay as long as you like.” Thank you. I will be leaving soon.

Now I just look at him. Nothing has changed in his face here in the darkness of this dim light. Just no movement. But I have watched his chest so long—even now, was that a slight rise and fall? No, surely not. It’s like sailing on the sea for days. On the land the waves still roll.

He has four-day’s beard and dark eyes. I lift an eyelid to see him eye to eye. They are dilated.

Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for sixty-one years of faithfulness to me. I am simply looking into his face now. Thank you. You were a good father. You never put me down. Discipline, yes. Spankings, yes. But you never scorned me. You never treated me with contempt. You never spoke of my future with hopelessness in your voice. You believed God’s hand was on me. You approved of my ministry. You prayed for me. Everyday. That may be the biggest change in these new days: Daddy is no longer praying for me.

I look you in the face and promise you with all my heart: Never will I forsake your gospel. O how you believed in hell and heaven and Christ and cross and blood and righteousness and faith and salvation and the Holy Spirit and the life of holiness and love. I rededicate myself, Daddy, to serve your great and glorious Lord Jesus with all my heart and with all my strength. You have not lived in vain. Your life goes on in thousands. I am glad to be one.

I kissed him on his cold cheek and on his forehead. I love you, Daddy. Thank you.

It was 12:55 as I walked out of room 4326. Just before the elevators on the fourth floor in the lounge, a young man in his twenties was sitting alone listening to his iPod with headphones. I paused. Then I walked toward him. He stopped his music. Hello, my father just died. One of the greatest tributes I could pay to him is to ask you, Are you ready to meet God? “Yes, Sir.” That would make my father very happy. You know Jesus is the only way? “Yes, Sir.” Good. Thank you for letting me talk to you.

As I drove out of the parking lot, I stopped. The moon was a day past full. It was cold—for Greenville. I looked at this great hospital. Thank you, Lord, for this hospital. I will probably never lay eyes on it again.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Crazy Coincidence?

I have discovered that my sister is a closet "Lost" fan. I see she tries to pretend, but the truth has finally come out. And while I try to shun speaking highly of myself...

*cough*

....I just have to point out that I figured this out all by myself. If I weren't so doggone humble I would call myself a certified genius.

Check this out

Ok, look at the actresses name...Evangeline Lilly.....hmmm....I am so smart.

Favorite Song of the Moment

Deliver Me by David Crowder

The video was put together by some guy, I haven't watched it, I won't vouch for it, just listen to the song.

Day 8 & 9

Wowser! Days 8 & 9 already? And I have yet to skip because "I don't want to go to the gym (whine whine)!!! (Or read the Bible, but that one is a bit tougher to explain away to God on the last day)."

Anyways, I have been going, I have been using my new MP3 player that my family got me for my birthday...which I know is still a week and a half off but my other one was mostly dead. Look at how purty it is!!

Anyway, I have been going to bed at like 7:30 and waking up at 3 in the morning like my father so that has been fun.

Geekoid fact: There is this game I play called World of Warcraft, there are others who play this game as well and one of these people is going to the same church that I go to, so I told him that I would be at this smaller service (The Gathering) that I am helping with (look at me!!) and so we met. I was making coffee and we kinda stared at each other awkwardly. Seriously, what do you say to someone besides hello? I can't ask if his driving skill went up on the way to church.

*Wow, that was the dumbest joke ever, if you didn't get the joke, fall on your knees in thanks*

Anyway, I do have a real post in my head, it just needs to work its way out one of these days I suppose.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Day 7

I was so tired from not getting any sleep that I gave myself a day off from going to the gym. I might make it up on Saturday...or I might not, we shall see.

I did read my chapters from the Bible, plus extra I think, I lost track of when I started and I have now forgotten where I ended since I was so tired :)

One thing of note was the servant getting a wife for Isaac. I found it interesting that it was Abraham who was righteous yet he impacted those around him, such as this servant, in such a way that at least this servant wanted more of what Abraham had.

I find it damning evidence against us that we don't have people coming up to Christians in America with any regularity wanting what we have.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Day 6

I had a non-normal day yesterday and forgot to do my readings....well, I actually remembered but that was at 1:00 a.m. at the Walgreen's pharmacy waiting for Wife #1's prescription which was not valid until 2/28 so I went at midnight to get it.

There was one customer at the pharmacy (me) so I can't seem to figure out why it took so long...


Exercise:

I used the bike for over 20 minutes at my normal settings, usually I would have burned 250+ calories in that time. But the meter must have been broken since it only registered 170 at that point.

I looked at the guy's meter next to me and he had his bike:

a) set on lower settings
b) going at a slower speed
c) had not been there as long as me

Yet his meter was showing more calories burned, so I'm pretty sure my bike was messed up last night, either that or I was just doing something wrong.

So to sum up, I'll read two passages tonight to make up for not doing it yesterday and I will try to grab a different bike tonight for sure.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Day 5

250

Chapters 20, 21, & 22

Monday, February 26, 2007

Day 4

Apparently I need to be held accountable about being accountable.

Anyway, yes I went to the gym and yes I read my chapters.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Day 3

Calories: 320
Chapters: Genesis 7 - 9

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

May I Borrow Some Money?

No real reason.....

Day 2

Calories: 250 in 20 minutes. Don't know what my heart rate was but it was good, was elevated still after changing and walking out to the car.


Chapters: Genesis 4 - 6. Mostly just genealogies. Fun fact! The flood occurred 1700ish years after Creation. About the same amount of time from the death of Christ to the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

Adam was alive for over half that time.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Day 1

Calories Burned: 230
Chapters Read: Genesis 1 - 3


The first few days will be the easy ones, I'm sure about Thursday I'm not going to want to go to the gym again ever....but I will persevere!!

Monday, February 19, 2007

Grapes of Wrath

Apparently this is what occurs when you cut a grape in half and put in in the microwave.

One of These Days....

I would love to make it here.

It will all make sense by the end of the first page.

Sermon

Yesterday I heard the best sermon I have heard in over two years. You can download and listen to it here:

New Life Christian Church

Select the sermon entitled "Dangerous Prayers."

As I listen to it again it appear that it is about at the 13 minute mark where he really hits his stride and I start feeling incredibly convicted and indebted.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Accountability

So a while ago I installed this program on my computer from xxxchurch which just tracks what websites I go to and if warning flags pop up on one, such as if I go to Playcow, it emails it over to Wife #1. It is called accountability software and it is designed to help combat temptation.

I thought maybe I could put this idea to use in more ways than one. I will be accountable to all you, my faithful readers regarding two things:

1) I will go to the gym each night Monday through Friday and burn at least 250 calories on an exercise bike. This would give me an additional 1000 calories burned each week. One caveat, on Tuesdays I play racquetball so that definitely counts as one of the times.

2) I will read 3 chapters from the Bible each night, starting in Genesis and working my way through the whole thing.

Each Tuesday though Friday I will post and let you know how I did. This way even when I don't feel like going to the gym, or reading the Bible to be honest, I know I will have to post about it the next day and it will keep me motivated.

Let's see how it goes!


*Hey, you do know that you have to click the publish button at some time, right? You can't keep this as a draft forever.*

Yes, I can.......

Blue Like Jazz

I started reading a book by Donald Miller called Blue Like Jazz yesterday. So far it is some guy's story about coming to grips with God being a Father. The author didn't have a father growing up and the whole concept was foreign to him.

The book is filled with good lines and phrases, I'm only 30 pages into the book but one that really caught my attention so far was:

"When you are a writer and a speaker you aren't supposed to watch television. It's shallow. I feel guilty because for a long time I didn't allow myself a television, and I used to drop that fact in conversation to impress people. I thought it made me sound dignified.

A couple of years ago, however, I visited a church in the suburbs, and there was this blow hard preacher talking about how television rots your brain. He said that when we watch television our brains work no harder than when we are sleeping. I thought that sounded heavenly. I bought one that afternoon."

Now it isn't all just witty and fun, a good chunk of the book so far is looking at himself and seeing himself for what he is, a disgusting, selfish, no good human.

After protesting President Bush (the first) in Portland he had this realization:

"The thing I realized on the day we protested...was that it did me no good to protest America's responsibility on global poverty when I wasn't even giving money to my church."

I'll keep you all updated on how the book progresses.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Snowblower? Really?

So we get snow here twice a year. On average. Sometimes less. Yet, every time it snows everyone in my neighborhood gets his snowblower out to clear his driveway. Never do they clear their sidewalks, just the driveway.

And for this they all own snowblowers, taking up space in their garages. I sure hope they didn't buy these with a payment plan, Imagine paying interest on something that gets used twice a year. I wonder, do they tune-up their snowblowers each year? It seems like such a waste. I drove around my neighborhood yesterday and saw that just about every driveway was cleared and the tell-tale signs of snowblower usage was evident in all of them.

Do they wait impatiently, hoping for a chance to clear snow from their driveways? And why do they never clear their sidewalks?

The whole thing makes no sense to me.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

It is a Baby!!!

Sister #2 just gave birth to Child #3. Another girl.

Score in Sister #2's household:

Girls 2
Boys 1


Congratulations!!!

Monday, February 05, 2007

My Favorite Commercials from the Super Bowl

You can see it coming in this commercial, but it still makes me laugh....





This one has a very good last line.





One of those zany weird ones...so it definitely makes my list.





There was a whole series of these Careerbuilder.com commercials. This one is my favorite of the bunch.





This one is my favorite, the geek in me just loved it...so I'm sure that Brother #1 will love it too :)

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Mother's Role

“In our popular culture, the mother’s role has been trampled on, demeaned, and disrespected. We’re trying to teach our daughters the opposite point of view. And that does get ridiculed. It does get set forth on a national news program as an anomaly.”

Read more by clicking on the blue words.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Needed to be Said

I stumbled across this in a comments section on some dope's blog. And I use dope in a loving sense. Anyway, this spells out one of my frustrations very well and so I thought I would post it.

"I have never posted on yours or anyone else's blog before, just never had the guts I guess. I have appreciated many of your writings and enjoyed your ala Carte section.

But what prompts me to write is after reading your review of Vischer's book and many other articles and reviews you've posted over the last year or so, is a disturbing thread that I used to live my life by as well - a narrow-minded tribalism when it comes to doctrine and truth.
It disturbs me because of the disunity (I know you're already writing me off b/c of that one...)and hurt that is caused by many in the Neo-Reformed movement (those followers of MacArthur and his ilk - there are many others, but he seems to figure most prominently in your influences, and was in my own life).
It is seen in this present review, when after positively reviewing the book, when Vischer goes on to say what has helped him, you feel the need to throw in "Unfortunatley" when recounting it was Nouwen and Blackaby who helped him, doubting their helpfulness because...(my words here)- how could anyone be of anything but harm when they come from a different theological circle or take other positions different from our Reformed camp ! Nouwen and Blackaby were (in the case of Nouwen-deceased) and are great, respected Christian men who have caused us to look at God differently and learn things from a different angle we hadn't before.

I must say that this doctrinal arrogance has become sickening to me (and I did my own share of it). You know exactly who's in or out based on who their heroes are or aren't, and how exactly their positions link up to yours (speaking of 'yours' in a collective Reformed-camp sense, not just you), and which Bible translation they use.
People like Nowen, Yancey, and even more Emergent people (the horror!) deal with pain and doubt in a real and authentic way that our Reformed heroes frankly don't. It's not that MacArthur and his band of brothers are bad men - they're far from it - but they (no one) do not have a corner on the truth.
We need the whole body of Christ to minister God's grace in "all of it's various forms" which doesn't mean: "in all of it's doctrinal, academic forms". And if we're talking about God who is beyond ALL human comprehension, then this is where we have to land. We will never have Him figured out, and I think true worship is impossible when we think we do.

I surprised myself by profiting greatly from a book by a female preacher, and in your eyes somewhat of a liberal, called 'Leaving Church' where she deals with all the emotions of loving God yet leaving the ministry. Sure, I didn't agree with everything, but there were Godward thoughts that blew me away. And that's how it works - we don't buy the whole bag of anyone - even if it's put out by P&R Publishing - and even if they quote from the ESV!
But we have to acknowledge that we ALL bring our pre-understandings into the Bible and thus we will always miss something that someone else gets because of what their tradition emphasized.

I'm just concerned that these types of reviews and articles do more to divide and hurt true Christians based on peripheral issues, by labelling people 'Liberal' 'compromisers', thus anyone who has profited from them, if they believe you, feel their growth was false and suspect.
We focus on controllable issues (easy to critique and feel righteous in doing so) while neglecting the weightier matters of the law - such as love.

I really do believe we'll be surprised when we arrive in Eternity.

Sorry for the terrible length, but I feel it needed to be said.

Thanks."


If you want to read the original post feel free by clicking here!!

Friday, January 26, 2007

Laughing at "Progressivists"

From TMQ:

Today "B.C." is shunned in academia because it means Before Christ. Most PC texts instead use "B.C.E.," for Before Common Era. But as noted by reader Sonny Bunch of Washington, D.C., the zero year of B.C.E. is still the birth of Jesus -- so using B.C.E. does not change the Christian-centrism, just replaces an informative, factually specific term with a fuzzy euphemism.



They amuse me since they are so certain that they are smarter than us stoopid people and the only backing they have for that assumption is that they like to tell themselves that they are smarter than us.

Now they are calling Christmas trees religious symbols. Wouldn't it be ironic if Santa Claus disappeared from the face of the Earth since he was called a "Religious Symbol" and banned?

Thursday, January 25, 2007

An Actual Decent Forwarded Email!!!

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY? (written by kids)

You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.
-- Alan, age 10

No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.
-- Kristen, age 10

WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?

Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.
-- Camille, age 10

HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?

You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.
-- Derrick, age 8

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?

Both don't want any more kids.
-- Lori, age 8

WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?

Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.
-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn't she a treasure)

On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.
-- Martin, age 10

WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?

I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.
-- Craig, age 9

*Ok, that last one was by far my favorite*



WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?

When they're rich.
-- Pam, age 7

The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.
- - Curt, age 7

The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.
-- Howard, age 8

IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?

It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.
-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)

HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?

There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?
-- Kelvin, age 8


And the #1 Favorite is........

HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?

Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a dump truck.
-- Ricky, age 10

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Super Super Bowl Stories to Read

As will be reported ad nauseum, both head coaches are black. I have been able to figure that out from the first time I saw either coach.

What will not be reported as much is that both coaches are very faithful followers of Christ. Of course that doesn't mean that they are perfect, which none of us are, so please don't post any comments picking them apart dwelling on any imperfections.

While I'm sure that the big media will ignore the fact that these two men are unashamed of their faith there are several pretty nice stories out there regarding the phenomenon of two Christian coaches meeting in the Super Bowl.

Yes, this is a Baptist link!!

Get Religion

To be perfectly honest, I greatly admire Tony Dungy. My admiration only grew after the death of his son last year and the wonderful way that he used that as a platform to teach the sports world about Christ and show Christ through his actions.

Monday, January 22, 2007

I Feel Your Pain, Sister!!!!

I hate bugs too, especially ugly ones, which they all are. I'll just shut up so you can read this:

Camel Crickets

Friday, January 19, 2007

Blogging + Kids = Fount of Info

I think it is easier to blog if you have kids. Seriously, if I threw up some picture I had drawn on my blog no one would care at all. But if it is a picture drawn by a young child whose parent blogs, everyone just goes all giddy with joy over the improperly placed ear.

I am reduced to movie reviews, You Tube videos, or coming up with some interesting / funny rant about something.....that is tough to do really.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is, go see The Illusionist, it is a good movie.

And if you feel like killing some time, here is a link to 101 free games. Thank me later.

101 Free Games!!!!

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Whew, at least I got my post in for this week

Friday, January 05, 2007

Merry Christmas to Me!

My new monitor.

I just like to stare at it really. Nothing like getting some cash for Christmas and spending it on eBay!

How to miss an open net (NHL Style)

Wacky play, just watch it.

Just For Fun

Read this

Lady in the Water

Just watched this movie tonight. I can heartily recommend it to anyone who likes a good fairy tale. The story is absolutely beautiful, I was genuinely moved in places. Amusing part for me is that M. Night Shyamalan wrote, directed, produced and had a large acting role in this movie...and the character he plays is terrific by the way....how much more can one man do in his own movie?

It has been fun to watch his growth in storytelling throughout his movies, he keeps getting better and better.

Much Ado About Something

This started happening to me recently, I'm not sure exactly when, but maybe a month or so ago:

When I went to bed I couldn't figure out where to put my arms, and my hands quite naturally. I couldn't get them in a place that was comfortable, that I didn't feel pressure somewhere on my arms.

I was reluctant to post this, I was worried that others would start thinking about their arms and hands whilst attempting to slumber and would be unable to get their rest.

But then I figured, if I was having these troubles, everyone else should as well.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Playstation 3 Robber Shot by Police

Read about it here.

Now some people my have an issue with the deputies for shooting this young man, but not me.

He, along with a friend, beat-up a guy who had been standing in line for three days to purchase two Playstation 3s to sell on ebay and make a profit.

Maybe it is just me, but the real shock is that the cops didn't put down the other guy while they were at it. Clearly these two are scum of the earth and we are better off having them "removed" from society.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Funny Bit

So on Sunday Night Football the players introduce themselves and announce what school they went to. Most of the time it is the college they went to, but some players like to say their High School sometimes.

tonight during the intros Jared Allen, who plays for the Chiefs introduced himself and said "Homeschooled. Thanks Mom!"

Kinda jumped out at me, aren't all homeschoolers supposed to be introverts who secretly plot to destroy abortion clinics?

Help My Unbelief

There are two people that whenever I hear them pray I feel comforted, almost like I'm being hugged by God at that moment. They pray with such faith and power that I feel weak and ashamed and spoiled.

The first person was my wife's Grandfather. He is now in glory, knowing his God far better than we do here, but even when he was on this planet he still seemed to know God better than most. His prayed with faith and conviction, a belief that God has promised to care for us and therefore we had nothing to fear. When he would pray for me when I was unemployed and looking for work, he would remind God of His promises and I always felt comforted.

He lived through the Great Depression and he told me a story once of going to a factory to try and get a job. He told the interviewer that he was willing to do any job. The interviewer turned around and pulled a stack of applications, many inches thick out of a file and said, "All these guys have told me the same thing too."

There was just no work to be found, yet God kept he and his family fed and housed. When his son, my wife's father, was very young he contracted Scarlet Fever and was beyond the help of anyone on this earth, yet, miraculously he was healed.

I never have had to worry about housing or food, science has allowed us to successfully treat just about any illness, and when I pray, I feel weak. I do not overtly think that God is a second option to me, but when I step back and look at my weak, pathetic prayers I wonder if the reason for that is that I have never gone through an extreme hardship.

I pray for my wife's back to be healed, but, when I am brutally honest with myself, I still keep thinking that it will come about through some doctor, and not a wondrous act of God. How weak.

The other person is someone I work with. He is from Angola and lived through a Civil War there. Growing up he lived in a mud house on a hill. When it rained he would have to go outside with his family since there were several occassions when a house up on the hill would collapse causing a mudslide and killing anyone who would get stuck in their house.

He also told me about a beautiful scenic overlook that looked out over the city. I saw pictures, a great view. During their Civil War, soldiers would throw dissidents over the edge of this overlook and you can see bones there to this day.

When he prays, he almost always starts off telling our Father how much we praise and love Him. I feel strengthened when I hear him pray.

There was a story I heard about some missionaries to a "Third-World Country" in Africa in dire straits. Persecution and famine were normal for the people who live there. One of the newer missionaries asked a native how they kept their faith in the face of these horrible times.

The native was shocked and responed that they didn't know how Christians in America kept their faith in the face of all the temptations and wealth.

There are people I know that think that there will be a time in the next few decades when Christians are persecuted in America, just like they were in Ancient Rome. I always used to think that this was a bad thing, but I wonder if that isn't the best thing for us. A wake-up call. We would once again be forced to put ALL our faith in a Holy, Merciful, and Righteous God. We would have to rely on Him alone.

And just maybe my prayers wouldn't seem so weak anymore.

Merry Christmas

From Knowing God by J. I. Packer

He Became Poor

We now see what it meant for the Son of God to empty Himself and become poor. It meant a laying aside of glory; a voluntary restraint of power; an acceptance of hardship, isolation, ill-treatment, malice and misunderstanding; finally, a death that involved such agony - spiritual even more than physical - that his mind nearly broke under the prospect of it. (See Luke 12:50 and the Gethsemane story) It meant love to the uttermost for unlovely human beings, that they through His poverty might become rich. The Christmas message is that there is hope for a ruined humanity - hope of pardon, hope of peace with God, hope of glory - because at the Father's will Jesus Christ became poor and was born in a stable so that thirty years later he might hang on a cross. It is the most wonderful message that the world has ever heard, or will hear.

Tony v. Paul

This is a live stop-motion video, it takes a minute to get going, so give it time, truly awesome.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Crickets

Do you hear them chirping?


I actually had a post to write, but I completely forgot what it was, how pathetic.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

You Tubing it Today for Sure

This is the song in the Gears of War commercial with its very own video. Nice song and pretty neat video. The singer is Gary Jules and the song is "Mad World."

Brood War Trailer

This is the trailer I Was talking about in the last post, such calming music.

Gears Commercial

Ok, I will admit I am a sucker for action commercials with a slow, moody song in the background. The trailer for Starcraft was the perfect example of this. no sound can be heard but the slow song, yet on screen there is death and destruction all around.....I love it.

Hot Pocket!

This is absolutely hilarious. No way around it.

Monday, October 30, 2006

Photograph

So there is this song by Nickelback (Motto: “All Songs Sound the Same or Your Money Back!”) called “Photograph.”

It is a nostalgic song about finding a photo of his old friends and recalling the good times they had and missing them, while realizing it is time to say good-bye to that part of his life.

This song is kind of strange for me, because it brings back memories of friends that I had, but I don’t miss them since most of them were really not good people to be around and the things we did were really not things I would approve of now.

*How is it that you aren’t in jail?*

God looks after fools and drunkards.

Maybe it isn’t entirely true that I don’t miss them, maybe I just miss being young and free with no responsibilities, no issues that keep you awake at night praying for wisdom, trying to figure out what exactly you are supposed to do in THIS situation….it really sucks.

One thing though that I know I miss is my family. I live 650 miles from half my family…to be honest it is the half I actually like also. (Ha ha, just kidding, the truth is I can’t stand any of you)

I know some people might not believe what I’m about to say, some people might think that I am merely using hyperbole, but let me assure you that what I am about to say is absolute truth.

My family was and is better than yours.

We were, and still are, closer than you could ever believe. I attribute that fully to my wonderful parents who refused to let us degenerate into bickering siblings who whined about the others constantly and did our best to get the others in hot water with the authorities.

We actually liked each other. We spent so much time together that we became friends. I know that is rare. When we grew older we still enjoyed spending time together. We had weekly game nights until I moved away; I look forward to seeing them when I head back to Pennsylvania at Christmas and in the summer.

When I listen to the song I miss those days when we were all under the age of 16 playing Fox and Rabbits in the snow, Billion Buck Baby, making a see-saw while camping, pushing a log down the road and “dancing” to the beat it made.

I don’t want to say good-bye to that part of my life, I want to cling to it, but we are all older with kids and cats, jobs and bills, houses and cars, and of course, we are missing the ring leader of it all, the person who taught us how to play Fox and Rabbits, who allowed us to have water fights in the house…when our father was gone for the evening, and the one who encouraged our corn on the cob sword fights….again when our father wasn’t there :)

When I think about this world, one of the cruelest parts to me is that it forces people to move so far apart sometimes.

Last Saturday Sister #3 and I were walking down the front stairs to a house, front steps that had always seemed a little wrong to me for some reason, when she piped up, “These stairs remind me of the stairs on Smithson.”

That was it, they were the same faded red paint on concrete, but they were too big. I had gone up and down those stairs so many times, that these stairs which reminded me of those stairs felt wrong since they were slightly off.

I miss living in that house, I miss riding the sofa cushion down the stairs, turning the attic into a haunted house, sitting on the front porch in the summer listening to my mother read the Prydain Cycle to us.

I guess I just miss being a kid.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Wholly Yours

This is my favorite song of the moment, I have scoured YouTube looking for decent videos of the song, but none of the ones I found do it justice. So, here are the wonderful lyrics, enjoy them and figure out your own way to listen to this fantastic song.


I am full of earth
You are heaven’s worth
I am stained with dirt, prone to depravity
You are everything that is bright and clean
The antonym of me
You are divinity
But a certain sign of grace is this
From the broken earth flowers come up
Pushing through the dirt

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to be holy like You are

You are everything that is bright and clean
And You’re covering me with Your majesty
And the truest sign of grace was this
From wounded hands redemption fell down
Liberating man

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to be holy like You are

But the harder I try the more clearly can I
Feel the depth of our fall and the weight of it all
And so this might could be the most impossible thing
Your grandness in me making me clean

Glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah

You are holy, holy, holy
All heaven cries “Holy, holy God”
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to be holy, Holy God

So here I am, all of me
Finally everything
Wholly, wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly
I am wholly, wholly, wholly
Yours

I am full of earth and dirt and You

---Wholly Yours

David Crowder Band

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Pid Pid!! Come Back!!!



If that isn't enough.....

One for the Road



I'm not sure whether to laugh with them, laugh at them, or cry.

Speak of the devil!

Monday, October 23, 2006

Ten 23

Hey, it is October 23rd!!

Ten - 23!!

This matters to probably no one who reads this blog except myself.

Anyway, it is Ten - 23!! Yay!!! Punk Rock!!!

A Blog Conversation

Recently I posted a post of such brilliance and wonder that all who read it were amazed...all except for one person who chose to remain anonymous and post comments filled with grammatical errors and mispellings. Since this induhvidual chose to not name himself, I will supply a name: Pid Pid.

Pid Pid:

I have a question?

If priests proclaim the marriage union and its great and God's plan for men and women to procreate, then...why can't priests marry?

The hypocracy starts within


Me:

Absolutely, I'm sure glad I'm not a Catholic.

I don't see at all what bearing this has on the post though. Could you enlighten me?

Pid Pid:

First sentence.

Pid Pid:

enlighten-your must seek the light my friend.

Me:

Sigh, I never thought the day would come that I would defend the Catholic church, but here goes.

Paul states that it is better for a preacher to be single like he was in order to devote all of his time to God and the study of Christ.

The Catholic church in its infinite foolishness took this a few steps...and a jump...and a skip...too far and declared that none of of the priets can be married after they put on the collar of doom.

There is no hypocrisy (please note the spelling) involved since to be a hypocrite is to say one thing and do another, the Catholic church has declared that their priests are married to the church, but all the other Catholics should go forth and multiply. There is abolutely no hypocrisy here at all, just large amounts of stupidity.

The post also wasn't even debating whether or not sinners go to church, we all freely admit that, it is the fool who thinks that he is better than we are standing outside pointing at "hypocracy" (sic) not understanding grace at all.

So, please, tell me what your comment has to do with the actual post or just go away.

Thanks for reading!

****Silence for a few days****

Pid Pid:

your an ass bag

Pid Pid:

This blog sucks anyway, I only stopped by here because the blog about midget clowns was giving me an error page.

********


So, you can see the normal progression of an anonymous internet blog poster.

1). Make wild and moronic statements that only slightly tie in to the original post

2). When queried about said wild and moronic statements, act as if the other person is dumb

3). When show how wild and moronic your statements are, reply with an insult

4). Then proclaim how dumb the person who refuted your wild and moronic statements is

5). Proclaim your undying love for midget clowns

You could add one more thing to the list, throughout the entire conversation, show your poor grammar skills and inability to spell.

Well, I just have to end on this:

Pid Pid:

This blog sucks anyway, I only stopped by here because the blog about midget clowns was giving me an error page.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Lyricalness

*So, I hear you are re-thinking the "No lyrics except in extreme cases which are defined by me" rule.*

Yeah, there are some good, helpful lyrics out there, and it saves me from having to think something up to write, I can just slap a few lyrics up and be done with it.

*How clever, what were you thinking of doing first?*

"Too Sexy" I think....

*Definitely a classic.*

Monday, October 09, 2006

House of the Sick (or Stop Being so Stupid! You Stuck-up, Self-Righteous, Arrogant.....)

“Churches are filled with hypocrites! That is why I don’t go to church!”

I’m sure you have heard that before. The person blazing with self-righteousness, defiantly daring you to prove him wrong. Sometimes they even throw in that churches are just in it for money and that pastor’s are greedy. What amazes me is that each time someone spews out this torrent of stupidity; he acts as if no one else has ever come up with this argument before. Are we supposed to just gasp in amazement, clasping our hands together thanking the good Lord that someone as wonderful as you has deigned to share your wisdom with us?

So you say that people in churches say one thing and do another? That pastors preach that we should all be holy, and yet they are not holy? That every day someone in the church sins?

Perish the thought that someone as great as you would have to walk amongst us mere mortals! How do you do it? How do you stay so perfect? Teach me!!

Christ told us that He has come not for the righteous, but for sinners, not for the healthy, but the sick. His people are sinners, His chosen are the sick. Churches are filled with sinners. This means that not everyone will be perfect all the time. This doesn’t mean that we are all hypocrites, although, in some cases, we are being hypocritical, and instead of just bailing on us, maybe try some of this brotherly love thing that some guy named Jesus talked about. Imagine if He had just bailed on us rather than suffering for thrity-three years BEFORE dying on a cross like a common criminal. If HE could stoop so low and lovingly to do this for us, how can you be so selfish and self-righteous?

I have yet to meet someone who refuses to go to church and is a true follower of Christ. They are so messed up on the concepts of God’s Grace, God’s Holiness, and God’s Wrath. If he truly understood mercy he would realize that while the church might be filled with hypocrites, he is the worst of them all.

We are commanded to worship with a body of believers. Jesus Himself spent Sabbaths at the synagogues which were run by Pharisees and Sadducees.

Quick history lesson:

The Pharisees were called out by Christ to be hypocrites and “white washed tombs.” The Sadducees allowed money changers to flood the Temple. And Christ went to these places of worship, are you better than He? When He came upon the Temple with moneychangers and merchants in it, did He go off in a huff saying, “These people just care about money, come on Peter, we will go have church on our own!”

Not really. We are not called to be solo, whining that churches are not what we want them to be. We are called to make a difference, to declare the truth to sinners, both in the church and outside of the church. Running away like a whipped, scared puppy is not fulfilling the Great Commission….unless I’m missing something somehow.

So I guess the question is, do you actually believe that you have a plank in your own eye? Do you actually see that you are not perfect? Do you believe that you are better than Christ Himself? Do you not understand that you are a hypocrite sometimes as well? You are no better than anyone else and to believe otherwise will only lead to your eternal destruction.

*And make you look foolish here on earth in the meantime.*

Squirrels are Evil Creatures




One of the funniest stories I've heard in a while......this is David Crowder talking by the way. He lives in the Dr. Pepper house, I am so envious.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

First Time for Everything

Well, I've been going back and forth about whether or not to post this. The one side of me says, "Yes! Tell the people about a CD they should buy! It is great!"

The other side responds, "Not everyone likes the same stuff I do, I would hate for someone to waste their money."

Fortunately I have come to realize that if you don't like this CD you deserve to have your money wasted.

The David Crowder Band

These guys are great. The CD in particular of theirs that I like a lot is A Collision or (3+4=7). Lots of good stuff on there.

The songs each have a distinctive flavor to them, unlike some bands that have a certain style and are a one-trick pony, these guys change their sound to fit the mood of the song they are singing. I was going to go through a few of the songs to give a feel for their flavor, but then I found that the band had already done that themsleves. So here is a link to a copy paste job since it can be hard to find at their site.

A Collision - Song by Song

If I only get one gift for Christmas I want A Collision, I think it is that goodof an album.

*If I get two gifts, the second one better be a new 3-wood*

Go ahead, scratch your head in perplexed amazement after listening to the clips. post your comments that you are suprised that I would like this music....it's ok....really.....

*You people don't know me at all.*



Tuesday, October 03, 2006

You Must Watch This!!!




I feel kinda bad since they worked so hard on this, but it is so funny!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

You Can't Make This Stuff Up!

"I certainly hope that Hillary is the candidate," Reverend Jerry Falwell said at a breakfast session Friday in Washington. "I hope she's the candidate, because nothing will energize my (constituency) like Hillary Clinton," he said. "If Lucifer ran, he wouldn't."

Clinton press secretary Philippe Reines said Sunday, "Working for someone who believes in the Golden Rule, we're not going to engage in such vitriolic discourse -- but it seems that a new low has been reached in demonizing political opponents."

Get it? Demonizing?

One thing I don't get, the whole "believes in the Golden Rule" thing. Does that mean that Mrs. Clinton wants to be murdered over a scam land deal too?

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

The I.R.S. is Run and Staffed by Over-Paid Monkeys

Here is some evidence for you.

Here is some more proof that we can cut taxes and decrease spending without actually cutting anything:

"Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld said the Pentagon could not account for $2.3 trillion in past spending. One recent Department of Defense internal auditor's report said $1.1 trillion in expenses were "unsupported or improper."

Friday, September 22, 2006

The Worst Training Video Ever!

Make sure you watch the part where the lady is using slang like "hizzouse" and "heazy" dawg!








Wednesday, September 20, 2006

The Franklin Quote that No One Could Remember

They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
- Benjamin Franklin

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

It is a tough decision...



Religion of Hypocrisy

Somehow, for a brief moment, the Pope had the guts to declare that Islam is not really a religion of peace. He has since backed down from those comments since, as we all know, Christ never offended anyone.

The firestorm after his comments though proved one thing: We would all be better off if the religion of Islam never existed. A few excerpts from newswires:

"Five churches attacked in Palestinian areas following Pope's comments on Islam ALI DARAGHMEH NABLUS, West Bank (AP)
- Palestinians wielding guns and firebombs attacked five churches in the West Bank and Gaza on Saturday, following remarks by Pope Benedict that angered many Muslims. No injuries were reported in the attacks, which left church doors charred and walls pockmarked with bullet holes and scorched by firebombs. Churches of various denominations were targeted."

"Somali cleric calls for pope's death
September 17, 2006

A HARDLINE cleric linked to Somalia's powerful Islamist movement has called for Muslims to "hunt down" and kill Pope Benedict XVI for his controversial comments about Islam."

And nothing screams peaceful religion like shooting a nun in the back!!

Yep, nothing like proving that your religion is non-violent than by firebombing a few churches and calling for an assasination, enjoy your 72 raisins.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Old-Fashioned

Old-fashioned way of playing, leads to old-fashioned winning. For the last few years it seemed like winnig football games was out of style in San Fransisco. The offense was inept, the defense was pathetic, and the special teams was actually mediocre. Last year I gushed about how excited I was to have Mike Nolan as the new head coach of the 49ers. I knew that the season would probably be pretty bad, but he had a plan, and you can see the results this year so far.

The 49ers are 1 - 1, with a 7 point loss to the Cardinals in which they lost the turnover battle 2-1. Yesterday they beat the Rams into submission, giving the ball to Frank Gore 30 times.



Frank Gore - My new Favorite Running Back

He was the backup to that bust Kevan Barlow, who had loads of talents but no work ethic. Last year Gore outrushed Barlow despite playing less and having 2 injured shoulders. Mike Nolan traded Barlow to the Jets and made Gore the starter.

Two games in, Barlow has 77 rushing yards and 1 TD compared to Gore's 214 rushing yards and 3 TDs. Not to mention a sparkling 4.8 yards per rush average. Gore is currently 4th in the NFL in rushing yards.

Alex Smith, after a pathetic first season, has blossomed into an actual quarterback. Quick comparison, and please note the lack of interceptions thrown:

YearTeamGGSAttCompPctYdsYPALgTDIntTkld20+40+Rate
2005San Francisco 49ers971658450.98755.304711129/18513240.8
2006San Francisco 49ers22623454.85218.4072201/28393.5

Ok, I'm done gushing over the fact that the 49ers look good. I might actually have a serious post coming up soon!

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Feeling Down?

Are you feeling poorly about yourself? Are you feeling blue? Ever wanted to curl up in bed and wait until next week to come out again?

Maybe you are having problems at work, maybe your spouse thinks of you lower than dirt. Do your kids hate you? Maybe your ex-significant other just broke your heart.

Bad memories stuck in your head? Can't shake the time you made a fool of yourself in front of that cute girl/guy/other? Or when you said spiteful words and never had a chance to take them back?

Well, it doesn't matter what the reason for you feeling blue, I'm here to cheer you up with a simple phrase. I guarantee you will be feeling better soon:



Feel better?

*Actually, I was feeling fine before you brought back some supressed memories from my childhood.*