Donut, Coffee, Bible, and a Napkin to Scribble On.
I am now putting the more inane things that happen over on Tumblr.
This is the place for stuff that I come across that I just want to share or save. It may not be Bible study goodies, and some of it may not be clear at all, but it’s the stuff that I think “man, I should post that.”
Ok, I think this is the official first picture from our new house, that we should close on sometime next week. This is in the basement. I took this shot during our mold test yesterday. This thing is growing out of the wall. In the background, you can see the room where somebody had a dog locked up. He went all over the floor, and ripped the drywall to shreds. Maybe someday that will be our tornado shelter.
What a Walmart adventure, a father beat his kid in front of me because the kid would not get out of my way and I had trouble finding everything and at the end the cashier was so mean, I ask him to his face, Are you angry at me? And he was startled and said no.
And I got out of there spending $120 and not using a single plastic bag.
I know you’re not supposed to blog about your co-workers, but JVP, this one’s for you.
Last night we were reading The Chronicles of Narnia as has been our new nightly activity. It makes a great hour around bedtime. I find myself waking up in the morning and thinking, “man, what movie did we watch last night? That was awesome!” and then I realize I just read ONE CHAPTER of The Chronicles of Narnia.
Last night began something that I think is going to happen through all of the 7 books. It was the part where Aslan is singing and creating Narnia [ok, I’m now tearing up at the Donut Bank]. He sings the whole world into creation and the grass springs up like waves of water coming away from him. (I feel like I should capitalize that him.) Then Aslan chooses a few of the animals out of all of them that are created and calls them away from all of the other animals. He gathers them in a circle, looks at each one of them, and then commissions them. They were all alive, they were all moving around, but then He spoke, “Come alive, Narnia. Think. Love. “ etc. [dripping tears at Donut Bank] and as I read it I just threw away all of the creationist hogwash and the big banger hogwash. I’ve become a Narniast. I believe that the world was created exactly as C.S.Lewis described it. A big Lion sang it into creation, and then commissioned His creation.
It’s funny. In college I had some friends that said whenever I was about to say something important I adjusted my glasses. I bet after a few more chapters the boys will know that whenever Daddy starts crying, something of Biblical proportions is happening.
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As long as we’re showing movies, look at the way these guys drive.
It’s so good to watch your son get so focused on something that he loses touch with the world around him. He looks like if he scoots another half inch he’ll fall and bust his chin, but he doesn’t care.
Wow! I can’t believe I’ve been writing on here for almost 4 years! My first entry was about so-called “White Trash” in February of 2004, and it really wasn’t much of an entry. The crazy thing is, if you do a search on Google for ’short quotes’ I’m ranked number 10!!
I have no resolutions this year. I think that my wife said it best last night when she said,
“I think we consider and change our habits to improve our lives more than once a year, we do that like every day!”
Is she awesome or what?
Last January I began reading through the entire Bible Chronologically. It was a very good time, and it’s still going on. I’m currently at the end of Hosea, which means I will be going back to Isaiah 28 tomorrow. Stay tuned…
Jr. High camp, teaching at a church on Sunday, have all kept me away from my blog. Now I’m back to normal, heh heh, so stuff should be showing up around here again.
I might post my notes from the retreat up here if I can get them formatted right.
The other day the boys were playing outside on their scooters while I was getting ready to plant some grass seed. They were skating back and forth and talking a mile a minute at 120 decibels. Isaac skated over and asked “What is Batman’s secret identity again?”
“Bruce Wayne” I told him.
“Ok, David, since we don’t have our suits on, we have to call each other by our secret identity, so I’ll call you Bruce Wayne, and you call me Peter Parker.”
And so they played.
After about 15 minutes (probably more like 5) David came over to me and said, “Hey Daddy, do you know who my super identity is?” Now David is 4, and he often get’s stuff pretty mixed up, like calling the thing on top of a helicopter a ‘perkeller’ and the red things they make ketchup out of ‘benatoes’
“You mean your secret identity?” I asked him.
“No, my super-identity. My super-identity is God.”
“What do you mean?” I wasn’t sure if I had to correct him or what he meant by that.
“God is my Pastor. So He gives me my super-identity.”
“That’s awesome.”
Then he ran off and started yelling at Peter Parker again while I planted tiny grass seeds like the Kingdom in my garden.
“If you obey God, He’ll make you happy and successful.” - Bibleman
Just to let you know, that isn’t true in the way that most people understand that statement to be true. I don’t like Bibleman. It seems like its the bad parts of 80s theology with the special effects of the 90s.
Some of our Aussie friends turned us on to Colin Buchanan. Sure, it’s not superheroes violently blowing up bad guys, but it’s got more scripture in a better context.
Colin beats the tights off Bibleman.
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