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some more things i think
10.29.06 (3:28 pm)   [edit]

the dallas cowboys will eventually be the death of me

i again suck at fantasy football

notre dame will not be national champs, but neither will usc so it's a wash

i love cheese

gin and tonic sounds really good right now

the difference between lutherans and baptists...a lutheran will say hi to you at the beer store

college is a lot harder than i thought it would be

college is a lot easier than i thought it would be

both of those statements can be true

my oldest daughter is super cool

i haven't seen a good movie in a while

i will probably vote for a democrat for the first time in my life

my folks think i turned lib.

Jesus was apolitical

i don't like being called an evangelical

i am an evangelical

i am not an ignorant evangelical

i feel alone sometimes

i know i am not

at this moment in my life i have no earthly enemy

sola gratia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
cogito ergo sum
10.26.06 (4:20 pm)   [edit]

yeah, like anyone knows what that means.  if you did then my hat is off to you and you have mastered a dead language.  the title of my blog is in latin, and it is a quote from Rene Descartes.  i think therefore i am.  simple enough. 

we talked about him last night in my intro to philosphy class.  he doubted everything that could be doubted and finally the only thing he had for "sure footing" was that very phrase.  i am sure i am thinking so i am sure that i exists and that is all i am sure of, except of course God.  yeah, that part kinda knocked me for a loop too.  you see old Rene submitted this paper to a French Divinity school.  so basically, the only thing our french friend trusted to be totally true was his existence and God. 

i haven't read the whole treatise yet, but it sure sparked my curiosity.  he was just a side note anyway.  the real topic was David Hume.  radical empericisim.  that thought is anothr blog, or maybe not.

next blog has to be a "things i think" it's been a long time and i enjoy writing those.  so until next time don't stop thinking otherwise you may not exist.  if Rene was right at least. 

 

 
where in the world have i been?
10.23.06 (4:46 pm)   [edit]

well it's fairly simple, not around here much.  life and starting college have left me with little time to blog much.  i thought i would take a few minutes before school tonight and update anyone who might be interested.  so here are some updates:

 

my oldest was confirmed a few weeks ago

i am carrying a 4.0 (3 classes american history, philosophy, and physical geology)

i still work for the evil empire (Wal-Mart)

i still think about and pray for my blogging buddies

greaceshaker joined my fatasy football league and he blows (i am only one game ahead of him)

my family is doing well

i have to go to school right now

bye for now  

 
matisyahu have you heard?
03.23.06 (4:36 pm)   [edit]
this is amazing to me.  an hasidic jew who sings reggae.  i really have not been this excited about music in a while.  the music is great and the lyrics are super cool.  if you have not heard him yet, go out and get a CD. 
 
its been a while
03.12.06 (5:25 pm)   [edit]

since i have written anything here so i guess i should. 

 

life goes on.  i have kinda dropped out of the cyber-space world and probably will remain out for a little while longer.  life is a roller coaster right now, and i am hoping that it will sone return to the long and straight path sans the loops and huge drop offs.

 

i really have nothing to say excpet that my faith is not based on circumstance it is based on Jesus Christ and Him crucified and raised.  it is a hard journey at times, but i continue to enjoy it. 

 

 

 
2 hours i'll never forget
02.11.06 (7:06 pm)   [edit]

last night was an evening of special memories for my middle daughter and me.  it was the annual daddy-daughter dance in my city.  it is the first one of these events we have attended and it was also the first such event i have ever attended.  about 350 dads along with thier daughters gathered at the local convention center for pictures, refreshments, and dancing.

to be truthful i was not looking foreard to this event.  i knew that i would be tired from a very long day and week at work, and that more than likely it was going to be a typical texas sappy, tacky, event filled with texans.  well, i was right on both counts.  

but, there was something that happend to me when i saw my daughters eyes light up as we enter into the hall.  it was as if she had entered Cinderella ball.  i saw that this was the most terrific thing she had ever experienced.  the disco ball, teh spotlights, and the dj.  i've seen way to many of these and this was here first time.  it was a truly magical moment, for in an instant i went from blah to bedazzled.

we got some punch, from the coolest fountain my daughter told me.  we sat down for a minute and then i asked her if she wanted to dance.  she said she wanted to, but really didn't know how to dance.  i told her that it was easy and that all she had to do was have a good time and move.  we went out and danced to a few songs.  then there was a slow song and as i held my little girl in my arms i couldn't help but think that this was a very special night.  we danced and danced the evening away.  oh, all the favorites were there.  the chicken dance, the YMCA, and the electric slide.  a twist competition, and as the night progressed the music got better or maybe it was just that i was having a wonderfull time with my daughter.

i have three daughters and i try to spend quality time with each one.  it's hard.  last night was great and i look forward to many many more of these nights.  the best part was after she got ready for bed, tucked her in, and said our nightly prayers, my daughter said "dad, you know i think i'll remeber this night for the rest of my life."  

i know i will. 

 

 
today i give up
02.07.06 (8:30 pm)   [edit]

too tired to try anymore.

too tired to care.

too many fundies,

today i give up.

no discussion.

no education.

no independent thought.

today i give up.

force fed opinion.

indoctrination is king.

let the sheeple follow.

today i give up.

 

 

ahh, tomorrow is another day though. 

 
coaches outreach week-end
01.30.06 (7:32 pm)   [edit]

my wife and i had the most wonderful week-end with coaches outreach. coaches outreach is a parachurch ministry that is specifically geared to jr. high, high school, and college sports coaches. they have a weekly bible study and several marriage retreats each year.

 

coaches have very stressful jobs, especially here in the south where football is king and winning is very important to the local communities. these guys touch so many young lives during thier carreers, and get very little support. coaches outreach provides spiritual support for the coaches and thier wives. like i wrote before weekly bible studies where coaches get into the Bible and learn about thier faith and what the bible has to say about life. also coaches outreach sponsors several marriage confrences every year. at these week-end retreats coaches and thier spouses go to beautiful resorts and meet other coaches and spouses. there are time of corprate worship, teaching and plenty of free time for the coaches and thier spouses to reconnect. all at a bare minimum of exspense for the coaches. retail value for just the resort and food is $600, coaches only pay about $100. and the bible studies are completly free no fees for materials or teachers.  i have heard from several coaches that these retreats have saved thier marriages.

 

anyway, last week-end was the annual lay-leader training and appreciation time as well as thier annual fund-raising banquet. my wife and i stayed at a great hotel and enjoyed meeting other lay-leaders and coaches from all over the area. we actually got to be away from the kids for a few days and it was awesome. if you would like more info about coaches outreach, maybe you are a coach who would like to join a bible study or attend a marriage confrence, or maybe you would like to support coaches outreach go to www.coachesoutreach.org

 

for anyone who reads my blog you know that i am not a big fan of church ministries. this one is different. check them out and for those of you who are believers pray for them. i could share so many stories about the lives this ministry is touching. my own for one. i love this ministry and count it an honor to be associated with them.

 
just writing to write
01.24.06 (7:42 pm)   [edit]

sometimes, as we all can be, i get lazy and don't post anything for a long while. nothing seems to spark creativity. so when i can't stand it any longer i sit and just write. here's what's on my mind as of late.

 

there is a book inside of me. i don;t know if it is a great book, but it is a book of some sort. most likely ficition, and as with a lot of fiction some of it is based on people i know, places i've been and situations i know of or have been involved with.

 

the thing is how do i get it out? i suppose i could just sit and start writing, but that seems to be a little unorganized and could get to be tedious to the point that i would quit. then there is the option to make extensive notes and outlines storyboards and whatever else. that option seems to be a bit too organized for me. so i guess i will be looking for my creative muse to be somewhere in the middle, whatever that is.

 

i know that i am a christian, but i don't want to write a "christian" novel. most of that genre imho suck. they are written to a specific audience and, to me, it's kinda like preaching to the choir. i do want to write a great story. one that all types of people can relate to and perhaps be inspired by, and want to read again and again.

 

there is always self-doubt when i try something new. i think that is true for most of us. will i be good enough, will people like my art, and other such self nagging ideas that prove to be more hinderance than help. too bad creativity does not come in the quantity that fear and inhibition do. so, even if i never am able to publish it or sell it, i am going to write a book. even if not a single person outside the "circle of trust" reads it. i have, what i think, are some pretty good ideas and charachters and i've already started so i guess there really is nothing left to do, but to do.

 
i stare into the blank page
01.07.06 (8:21 pm)   [edit]
and can't help but feel that there is so much i want to express, so many ideas that want to be launched into cyberspace, but all i can write sounds so familiar so very pedestrian. it isn't anything that i haven't written before. in fact it sounds wrote now, almost bland.

be like Jesus, really be like Him. share love and peace with those whom you meet and don't expect them to return the gift. be selfless and faithful, ad naseum.

it is the same thing that i have spilled onto the page several if not a hundreds of times before. i grow discouraged because i know that there is more to be said, and i think i actually know how to say it, but from my brain to the keyboard there is this uncontrolable reflex to write what has already been written. to say what has already been said.

then the tide turns and a breakthrough of thought booms onto the page. a reflection of the past, a person whom i have known and it comes out a little like this.

Dr. Tom Froelke, or just Doc,died. that is the news that greeted me on my voicemail today. i knew Doc from a very young age and he was a constant fixture in my life for decades. a career navy man who when retired open a small dental practice in the sticks.

Doc is the reason i dislike going to the dentist so much. he was the stereotype for why children, and adults as well, fear even tremble to open up and say ahhhhhhhhh. his chair side manner was less than adequate and to make matters even worse he was old school, and i do mean way old school. i think he still even bartered for services rendered. nothing like going in for you semi-annual exam in exchage for a chicken, two home cooked dinner invitations, and a used watch.

i remember quite unfondly the times when i needed to have a tooth filled and Doc would say oh' it's not that bad you really don't even need any anesthetic we'll be done in minutes. imagine if you will sitting in a small room hearing the sound of the ancient air compressor that powered the tools roar while feeling the heat of the drill on your tooth. all the time thinking you will pass out from panic or malpractice at any moment.

what i didn't appreciate at the time was that my parents were fairly strapped for cash. having 5 children who all had teeth they needed a dentist who was negotiable. also at the time i didn't quite understand that when faced with Doc or no dental care at all Doc was a great choice.

he wasn't a bad guy or a sadist he was just old school. cheap effecient, and kinda excentric. he lived on a mini ranch with sheep and a dog and a grown son until the son married then just the sheep and dog. he sheered the sheep and sold the wool, and if the sheep became to old to be of any "real" value he would slaughter it and gind it up into sheep-burger. by the way there is a much different taste between lamb and mutton. mutton is old and fowl and is good for nothing save rare highland recepies that no person should consume.

he was german and proud of it. we kids made fun of him behind his back saying that he must have been a torture agent for the SS or East Germans. i hope he never found out about that because it was cruel and indeed there have been times in my life when the Holy Spirit has convicted me for being a part of that kind of thing.

for the majority of the time i knew Doc he drove the same car a Volkwagon type III. he never changed the oil in it because he had some kind of toilet paper oil filter that was supposedly the best oil filter ever invented and he was one of the first people to ever have one. that was just like him though. cheap and effecient could have been his modo for life.

he loved Jesus and was good to people, i know there were time my folks couldn't afford the chicken and he worked on our teeth anyway. it's kind of funny i haven't thought a lot about Doc since we moved away from home 8 years ago. he was hit by a car while riding his bike, and never really recouped from it. my sister told me today that he had a few strokes and was getting a little senile.

my first reaction to the news was that Jim Williams will be the first saint to greet him in heaven Doc was always at Jims house and he and Jim had the kind of friendship that only time and persistence make. my prayers and love go to his family and my thanks goes to Doc for fixing my teeth and giving me some great memories some of which i've shared today.
 
another year come and gone
12.30.05 (7:40 pm)   [edit]
and what have we learned? i don't know about you, but i have learned a lot. life continues through huge loss and tragedy and most people, even though they may try to deny it, are affected for a while and then it is back to normal. i'm the very same. the tsunami of a year ago, and even the much more recent hurricane events seem distant. my life, save some high gas prices, is just the same as it was.

is that a good thing or a bad thing? i feel blessed that my home is still here and i didn't lose any family, but then again should i think that those who lost were not blessed, but rather cursed. i can't see it that way. things happen and no matter what your local fundie says they are not the great judgment of God against the heathen. things just happen. i can not see it any other way.

there of course are things that have happened to me this year that make my life drastically different. the loss of my good friend and brother Jim. his sudden death was tragic and there are still many open wounds that are slowly being healed in the lives of his family and friends. job dissapointment seems to be a constant in my life and the overwhelming feelings of terminal sameness there at times seems to suck the life right out of me.

these things and others sometimes make the lightest days seem dark, but even in my darkest hour i have hope. hope based on faith in a God that loves and a God who cares. i see it in the most unusual places. a stranded motorist on the side of the road finds help from a stranger who stops. a fellow employee whose house burned to the goriund is helped by the people she works with, clothes, linnens, money, food, and help to find a new place to live. a homless man hugged for the first time in years by a man who simply loves for he has been loved. these examples and many more i have witnessed and they bring the light back into my life. they inspire me and make me see that there is hope, and love, and good in this world.

so then i am able to regain focus and realize again that it really isn't all about me and my life it is about everyone else and their lives. i find that when i focus on others rather than on myself my life seems to be a whole lot better. these ,for me, seem to be the real moments of calrity when i come as close to undersatnding God as i believe i ever will here on this earth. for the love of others He sent His Son. for those who would even kill His Son he sent Him.

another year has come and gone, and i hope and pray that it was a good one for you. i also hope and pray that the Lord may bless you and keep you and shine the countenace of His face upon you in this New Year to come.
 
well it's that time of year
12.21.05 (6:57 pm)   [edit]
fantasy football playoffs, and i'm in no way in any contention to win anything except [U]coach/owner who blew it the worst.[/U]

this season was a total bust for me. i was on top of the world this time last year. oh, but how the tide has changed. i blame myself for trying to hard to win. it was my need to remain on the top that was my demise. wasted picks on McNabb and Owens. folly on my part. untter and total devestation to say the least.

i should have known the eagles would kick me when i least expected it. they are vile and evil and truly the spawn of satan himself. please forgive me if any of you are philly fans, it is not personal towards you. i just hate the eagles and instead of listening to my conscience i picked two of them to be on my team. i am a buffon. i because of that i now wait silently to be if not in last place close to it.

it is nothing new, i've been on the bottom before, but now it is a little more bitter for i have tasted the glory of winning. i have hoisted the glorious NFL (notorious fantasy leauge) trophy high above my head and shouted you all suck, but i rule!

now i've been humbled yet again and the only consolation i have is that perhaps, if the football gods smile, a betty won't win this year. (2 out of 3 years a woman has been the victor). now i root for my enemies that they may save face for all males.

so many things to ponder and so many regrets, now i tell myself that i will never play the great game again. i am too old and it is a game for the young. i'm too busy to put the time into the game. my mind and emotions are not in it anymore. it is a frivolous waste of time, and there are so many more things i could do with my time that actually matter.

these thoughts will haunt me for the entire off season. there will be much contemplation and thought, then i will give it one more try. maybe the old man can do it one more time. yeah, i can hardly wait. the chop blockers will come back next season and dominate.






 
tommorow is my birthday
12.16.05 (2:26 pm)   [edit]
but that's not why i'm writing. tommorow is also my younger brothers birthday. Josiah was born exactly 2 years after i was . wierd, i know, but kinda cool too.

my brother is a good man. he has a wonderful family and has faced trials with digninty and grace. he has been both a sinner and a saint, and had lead a life that would make a great book.

i remember once ages ago, i saw him drown in the Kalamoth river in Oregon. i saw his lifeless body dragged to the shore and knew that i would never see him again. i ran over a mile in the fastest time i have ever ran, to get help. all the while knowing that it was too late and that my life would forever be changed by his death.

i thought of our childhood. the many fights, the many laughs, and the many adventures that we shared. the way that we could communicate without talking and crack each other up with just a look. the thoughts rushed through my mind and my prayer became God please do not take away my brother. i did the typical dealing with God thing. i'll never do this again if you let him live and i'll do this all the time if you save him. then i got angry. i knew that it was his own stupid fault for swimming out into a river when he was fully clothed and not a strong swimmer was idiotic and he should have known better. then i just ran.

i ran until my lungs burned and my side ached, and i ran harder until i thought i would pass out. when i finally reached help all i can remember is the ridee back to the river in a beat up pick-up truck. we hopped hills and mowed down fences until we were at the riverbank in what seemed like seconds and years at the same time.

when we arrived he was up and breathing, thank God for boyscouts who learned CPR and for His grace to my family. i had never been so joyful in my life, i actually lept for joy and shouted to my God my thanks.

my brother has been many things in his life, a student, a minister of the gospel, a husband, a father and a cop, but he has always been my brother. i have always known that he is only a phone call away, even though we are seperated by thousands of miles now.

i can hoinestly say that when i look over my life the very best gift i ever got for my birthday was a brother. happy birthday Josiah, may we always remember the good and joyful times and may we always keep the bonds on brotehrhood tightly bound.
 
i wonder
12.10.05 (8:07 pm)   [edit]
about a lot of things. i ponder and i muse thinking and thinking. most of all though i wonder when i will be a grown- up. i know that i am a man of almost 35 years of age, but most of the time i feel like the little boy who wanted to be a man.

i have had plenty of life experience, ups and downs and rounds and rounds, marriage, children, jobs, and careers. deaths, births, joy, and sorrow i am all too familiar with these experiences of life. the stuff of life, like us all, has come and gone and continues to come again.

yet, i fell as if by some strange turn of events that i have missed something. it's not that i am immature or childish. i am responsible and rational for the most part. i don't long for the days of being a child either, i just think i missed something along the way, and i don't know what it is.

i look at others from my generation and it seems like maybe they missed it too, or maybe it's the illusion that Ward Cleaver was a grown-up and unless you have a den and wear a suit to dinner you're just not cutting it in the grown up world.

perhaps even with the reference to a 50's TV show i have some kind of clue as to what i think grown-up means. i really don't know, all i know is i don'e feel grown-up, and i don't observe many grown-up people my age.

bored to tears yet? well, i think i am. maybe this is a question that will never be answered in my life, or maybe it's something that i need extensive couch time for. what ever the case it is a question that burns within me. when will i be a grown-up?



 
a prayer
12.07.05 (8:23 pm)   [edit]
Almighty God,

Thank you that today my family had plenty to eat and a warm home to live in, and that we are all healthy and safe. I do not know why you are so filled with grace and love for me, and I often take it for granted and waste your precious gifts. More than anything I want to be like you Son Jesus, but I fail miserably, and yet I am assured that you still love me.

Forgive my selfishness and help me to see more clearly the many blessings that are mine. Help me to see my fellow man as your creation and worthy of not only my time and energy, but my love and respect as well. Teach me to teach my children Your love and how to walk upright before their God.

For my family and friends both here and far away I pray for your blessing to abound in their lives. I pray for the realness of encounter with you to be evident in their daily life and also that you woud continue to show your mercy and grace to them.

For Your Church I pray for Reformation. Establish in us your vision to love and accept, to put aside our own wisdom in exchange for Your wisdom. Rekindle the fire to missions both here and abroad, and renew a right spirit within us. Make us into Your image, the image of Your perfect Son, our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

For Your World I ask for you continued mercy and grace. For those who do not believe I ask that you send the Holy Spirit to open blind eyes to the joy of Your salvation and the healing power of your love.

I ask these things as a humble servant, by the Holy Spirit, and in Jesus name,

Amen.
 
more things i think
11.23.05 (4:22 pm)   [edit]
people who read my blog must love when i share with them what i think. (hi mom)

thinking outside the box is so hard, but so rewarding, until i get frustrated and give up.

i'm a heretic

no really i am

i am torn as to who my favorite reformer is so i guess i'll go with Zwingli. naw, he's not even in the running.

living in the Bible belt is fun and all, until you realize that it's improperly named.

nothing against my brothers and sisters of the Baptist persuasion, but come on how many churches do you need?

my mouse is on it's last legs, but i don't want to buy a new one because i really like this one.

and i'm cheap.

liturgical calendars rule, advent is upon us.

i have different hot sauces for different foods, and you should too.

Marge's turkey soup is the very best and i will miss it again this year.

Mom's dressing is the best and i will miss it again this year.

people who steal suck.

reading this blog increases your mental agility.




 
sometimes i need a wake up call
11.21.05 (2:28 pm)   [edit]
so here is a little story about how i got one last week. as many of you know i work for the evil empire WAL-Mart. last week there were two promotions that i was eligible for and i had signed up for both. one was managing the department i currently work in. this is one step above my current position. the other was 2 steps above my current position and it the highest hourly position that WAL-MART has. i of course wanted the second because i went to work for WM to become a salaried memeber of management.

as i am sure i have written before, i have and extensive retail career, and so i am easily qualified for the bigger of the two promotions. it would be a bigger pay raise, and also would put me more on track to get where i want to go.

so guess what, yeah that's right i didn't get the one i wanted. you see there was someone else who was much less experienced than i am and he got the promotion. when i asked why i got this for an answer-he is a better fit for the position at this time.

so, i was down even depressed because the current department i work in really sucks. i work in the deli, and it is stinky dirty yucky work. so now i run the deli and it looks like i'll be there for a while. like i said i wasn't happy about it. i'm really still not happy, but it could be worse and that it were my little tale goes next.

Saturday a good buddy of mine called me and i have never heard him soumd so low. he writes curriculum for a para-church ministry. he works very hard on these study materials and puts a great deal of effort, time, and scholarship into them. after finishing the last part of the next series of work he went to have a cup of coffee and talk a little theology with a coworker. after no more than 20 minutes he went back to his office and his laptop computer was gone. GONE !!! al the work, all the time (300 plus hours) all the effort gone.

like i said i have never heard him so low. he simply asked for prayer for the energy and time to redo everything. he still has to meet a deadline and it looks like it will be nearly impossible. what can you say in that situation? ther is nothing except that you will stand with your friend and pray diligently for him and the hardship that he must endure.

funny thing is i felt like such a whiny baby after i got off the phone with him. not so funny really just a wake up call to stop feeling so bad about not getting a promotion. i mean i did get one jsut not the one i wanted so i'm putting the boo-hoos on the shelf and am going to try to enjoy my new position.

i ask that you pray for my friend and ask that God lift his spirits and give him the resources to finish this important work on time. as for me pray that i'll remember my wake up call and try to keep in the forfront of my mind that God has things under control and i simply need to trust Him and enjoy my journey with Him.

 
remember when i asked if i was a Lutheran?
11.05.05 (7:56 pm)   [edit]
well, i finally sat down with our pastor recently and asked what the requirements for membership were. i received a great answer. are you a believer and follower of Christ? if so then if you want to be you can be a member. so, i guess i'm officially a Lutheran now.

well, maybe i should say that we are now memebers of a Lutrheran church, and you know what? i kinda dig it.



 
a little blurb
11.02.05 (6:16 pm)   [edit]
what up readers of this most interesting Tblog. had a great halloween. the neighborhood kinda let me down this year not a lot of people giving out candy. oh well, at least the church had an actual halloween party with actual halloween stuff. no harverst party, reformation day, Kwanza, or whatever else most do to provide an "alternative" to devil day.

in my humble opinion the "harvest party" is way more pagan than halloween. maybe i'll elaborate later, maybe not.
 
another blog by me
10.28.05 (6:11 pm)   [edit]
well, it has been time enough since i wrote here last, and so now i come prepared to deliver for my dear readers, hi mom, more of my blather.

the eldest is having a boy over for dinner Sunday and i am torn between tormenting the young lad, or being gracious and generous towards him. many thoughts run through my mind, perhaps i shall ask him which theory of the atonement he most agrees with, or which of the Reformers he best likes. maybe, i will dash his portion of lasagna with an enormous amount of Tabasco sauce and see if he eats it without complaint. i have even thought of recalling my years as a high school wrestler, which of course i never was, and challenge him to a match.

none of that will happen though because i love my daughter. i will treat her guest with respect and courtesy. although it will pain my heart i will, for her sake, treat this young man as i would any other guest in my home. i will sit and converse with him about whatsoever he would like to converse about.

of course i am certain that he will not be disrespectful and i am even more certain that he will be a delightful young man, but as a father i am in some little way hurt by this boy. he is the first of many who will try to impress me so that i will be pleased with my daughter's choice of companionship. he, although not intentionally, is trying to take a place in my daughters life that has been occupied soley by me. i have been the "man" in her life and now there is a challege, not a big one but stil a challenge to my rightful place as the only man who tells her she is beautiful and special.

it had to happen sooner or later, i was truthfully hoping for later. i am proud of my daughter though for not being sneaky. she has been upfront and honest in the fact that she really likes him, and has been as mature as a 14 year old can be when told by her father that she may have a friend but not a "boyfriend".

oh, well a new chapter opens in my life, i wish the previous one was longer, but as with any good book there is always an end.
 
for my brother Josh
10.22.05 (6:36 pm)   [edit]
hello,

i am an idiot. you birthday was 2 days ago and i did not call or send a card. so, i thought the next best thing to actually being a good brother would be to write a little about you for all of my vast number of readers ( it think it's up to 3 now) to read.

here goes:

you are my youngest brother, and quite frankly the one i relate to best and yet haven't got a clue as to how you think. you are an inspiration to many, but you don't want to be. you see the glass as half full, yet curiously over filled for the situation. a truly tortured artist who would rather share one song with a stranger than sell millions for filthy lucre. a servant of Christ who is but a sinner not fooled by the world definitiion of success, and just trying to walk your walk.

gifted, is not the word to describe you, i think a better word would be gift. you are a gift from God to those whom you meet and know. you are also flawed beyond flawed, so flawed that the light from flawed would take a million light years to reach you, so in a sense you are like everyone else. except for one little detail, you know you are that flawed, and you do not let it stop you from seeking the God who you love and trust. trusting always in the grace of the one who saved you and tormented always by the demons of self doubt.

Luther, once wrote to sin boldly, and trust even more boldly in the forgiveness of God. oh, that the whole church would take this as seriously as you do. to know that it is not by your good works, of which you have a plethora, but the spirit of the publican who beats his chest and say, "have mercy on me God, a great sinner" that makes your jouney with God real.

no words can describe a moment in any one persons life, let alone sum it up, but these words i have written are true of you. they are not the whole, and they do not even scratch at the surface of a person who is as deep as you. they are but the words of a jerk who forgot to call you on your birthday, and say that you are loved and missed, and prayed for continually. forgive me for being a jerk, and by the way you made us all cry when we heard your Christmas album.

may the Lord bless and keep you, may the Lord make the countenance of His face to shine upon you, and may you be blessed with the eternal love of our loving Father who loves you no less or more than He does at this very moment.
 
my buddy Fairmoon
10.19.05 (7:21 pm)   [edit]
she's a witch, no really she is a real live Wiccan witch, and i just want to say some good stuff about her.

we have had an on again off again ongoing conversation about the differences in our faiths. she has never left me in the lurch for an answer to a question, and she has never written once anything negative about me. there have been aspects of my faith that she has found aweful, like telling my kids they are sinners and can do no spiritual good without saving faith in Jesus Christ, but she has never condemned me for it.

i tmailed her the other day and told her that my middle daughter wants to be a witch for halloween. that lead to my explaining to my daughter that witches are not really green skinned crooked nosed hags that eat children. my daughter was amazed. when i told my daughter that i actually have a witch friend she was not quite sure what to think.

so, when i related all this to my buddy Fairmoon, she immediately sent me pictures that i could show my daughter to prove that she does not have green skin or warts. nice pics by the way Fairmoon, love the ink.

so now i'm trying to get home and done with stuff so that i can have my daughter talk, via the good ol internet, to a real live witch. she's excited, and we hope to try latter this week-end.

anyway, to all you who are shaking your heads and thinking nothing good can come from this, pashaw. my daughter is going to have a great chance to be informed about the facts that her's is not the only religion in the world, and she can get the straight facts from an actual praticing Wiccan rather than having someone else tell her their opionion about what Wiccans believe, and i know that Fairmoon is not going to rip my daughters faith, she's gonna answer questions, be nice, and enjoy the experience of talking to a kid who has just recently learned that witches aren't green.

my life has been better conversing with a witch, and even though we disagree about a whole lot, we still are able to appreciate another human being for the plain simple reason that God/The Divine has made us all and we should respect and cherish each other.

i suggest that you go to her site witch is located in my links and check out her writing. it's always a good read and maybe you might learn something, i did.

so BIG PROPS to my buddy Fairmoon and (pardon the christianese) God bless you, you are truly a blessing. talk to you soon.



 
oh yeah, time for more things i think
10.14.05 (7:54 pm)   [edit]
the Dallas Cowboys don't look like a sack-o-crap this season

working on Sat. sux cause you miss college football

fantasy football is getting better, i finally am over .500

i hope Notre Dame beats the devil out of USC

that's enough football

being sarcastic is fun, until you cross that fine little line from sarcasm to jerkness

i cross that line too often

sitting around the table with a nice glass of wine and good friends is some of the best stuff of life

sitting in your "prayer closet" can be even better

if i had a motorcycle i'd be the coolest guy ever

people don't think enough about what they say or write for a good example see the line above

i'm looking forward to halloween

i'm not looking forward to rationing out the candy haul

Luther, a guy who wasn't afraid to change his mind

the internet is fun

there is a minute of your life you'll never get back and if you reply there's another.





 
ahh, the cool is coming
10.05.05 (7:24 pm)   [edit]
where i live in N. Texas we have 4 seasons. almost summer, summer, still summer, and hunting season. this year it seems like still summer has lasted longer than usual. we are in for a cold front though. tonight they say a strong notherly front will bring us down into the 50's over night and in the high 60 low 70's in the day.

time to break out the sweaters. laugh all you want folks from the north, but this weather, after you are used to it, makes a real wimp out of you when the mercury drops.

a while ago, too long, we visited the folks in Cali. where i grew up. at night during the summer time it cools down from 100's to the 70's becasue of the "delta" breeze. it's rather nice to get relief from the scorching heat, and makes outdoor activities a lot more fun. so anyway we are out on the back porch playing cards and i notice that i'm freezing. i hadn't packed a long sleeve shirt or pants for that matter it was summer. so i ask my bro, for a sweatshirt and everyone starts to giggle. it was then that i realized that i was a wimp for cold now. my body had adjusted to heat all the time, and now it rejects as frigid anything below 70 degrees. it tells me you must bundle up or i will shiver you to death.

the funny things that our bodies do. i knew a girl in high school who moved to my part of Cali from Hawaii. she arrived in december with no jacket, or sweater, and her first day of school wore shorts and a t-shirt. totally unprepared for the "harsh winter" of central California. next day she was bundled up like we lived in the artic.

really, don't know why i am writing this when i should be getting out the parka and storing up fire wood.
 
am i a Lutheran?
09.23.05 (6:40 pm)   [edit]
so my family and i have been attending a Lutheran church for about 9 months. we have littel by little starting doing Lutheran "stuff". for examples my middle daughter who recently made a confession of faith, and has already had communion, but is now taking a series of 5 classes for first communion. basically it is teaching about communion and how the Lutheran church views it. not a lot of theology, but for kids it's pretty deep. my oldest is in confirmation classes. actually our pastor has shared with us that it is confirmation in name only and for tradition sake is still called that. today, he says, it is more an affermation of faith class.

my wife and i are not into labels. we are believers and followers of Christ. we have never been involved with a traditional denom. except for our very brief attendance of a Southern Baptist Church. we love this church though. the people are real and very genuine. they are concerned with serving the community and each other, and the grace that is preached from the pulpit is tremendous. we like the traditional liturgy, and are just glad to be around other believers who are not constantly talking about the end of the world or some other "hot" topic issue that seems to plague the evangelical church.

so, it's got me thinking lately am i now a Lutheran? if so, what does that mean?

i know that we have been asked several times if we want to become official members and we have hem-hawed around the issue, usually by finding the nearest exit. i have not even really talked about it with any of the members at the church. i know that i do not want to sign any type of doctrinal statement becasue i know there are things that i will not agree with and i don't want to compromise my integrity just to fit in.

on the other hand we really love this group of beleivers and we have been welcomed with open arms, we would like to become even more involved in teaching Sunday school and other lay ministries, but if membership is a requirement then that is out.

it's a tough one for me, but i have faith that God has us where we are for a reason and i guess i'm trying to figure it out.