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| even more things i think: |
| 09.28.04 (2:39 pm) [edit] |
vinny testaverde is a good quarterback
peyton manning is a great quarterback
exile motorcycles are super cool check them out here (warning there is some bad language)
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the american church knows little about grace
forgiving is hard to do
blue and silver is a much better color combo than yellow and purple
texas stadium is a disgrace, the sooner the cowboys move out of it the better
i will never call candlestick park anything else EVER
the only thing i miss about cali is the folks and the ocean
dodge made the best muscle cars
having communion every sunday is pretty cool
"pimp my ride" is the best reality show on tv
a hockey lock out will never effect me like a football strike
my kids are way cute
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| voting and the christian |
| 09.18.04 (3:39 pm) [edit] |
well, it is that time again. we lucky americans get to choose the leader of the free world for the next four years. a great opportunity and a great chore. if we choose well we are heros, if we choose badly we suffer as well as the rest of the world.
i didn't make the rules to this game, i just have to play by them like all others do.
so as a christian ,or as my good buddy graceshaker calls us xians, what are we to do. here are my thoughts for what they are worth.
first of all the church was never established to be a political engine. Jesus commented on politics ,i think, only twice. once when he declared to render unto ceasar what is ceasar, and then again to pontius pilot who asked if He was a king, Jesus replied yes, but My kingdom is not of this world. so there you have it. Jesus never organized "grass-roots" movements to change government, He instead commanded His followers to love their enemies and pray for those who persecute them.
we who live in america and have the privelege and right to vote. we who call ourselves the church in america should exercise this right. we should vote our conscience like the rest of our society and realize that God's man for the job may not be our man. if we truly believe that all power and authority comes from God, then we must also accept that the outcome of any election is in God's hand.
so, let us encourage our brothers and sisters to exercise their right to vote, let us have spirited debate over the issues of the day, and let us pray for ALL candidates that they will be guided by God and that the Lord will have mercy on them, and show His grace to them. Let us show our love by supporting the winner and praying for him and his family. Let us not be a bunch of whiny complainers who declare God's judgment for the wicked, but rather true disciples of Christ who pray for their enemies and show the love of God to all.
may God bless the candidates and may His will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
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| atypical boasting |
| 09.13.04 (8:35 pm) [edit] |
well, it's official for the next week i will hold the #1 slot in my fantasy football leauge. it's actually quite a nice feeling knowing that for at least one week you made all the right choices, and knowing that you drafted players well, and that you coached well.
this is the first time i've been in first place and i hope i can continue for the rest of the season, but odds are i won't, and that ok because the real reason i'm in this ffl is not to win, but have a good time with some buddies and enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.
I LOVED FOOTBALL !!! i'm so glad it's back.
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| there was a guy i knew |
| 09.08.04 (9:30 pm) [edit] |
he was actually a very good friend. we met at church, we were both in the choir. he had a horrible voice, but he loved to sing. his wife and he opened a small coffee roasting company in the town we lived in. small batch roasting is so great. starbucks and all the others only wish they had coffee as good as was roasted at zoe's.
marck milovich was his name, and he had done mostly heavy construction for the majority of his life. building roads through mountains literally. yet he was a very gentle guy. he was a believer and had put his wild and troubled past behind him when he met the Lord.
he hired me part time at the shoppe when i was 20. i learned how to roast green coffee to perfection. i learned a lot of the ins and outs of the coffee business too. It was my first "customer service" job as well. customers would come in buy their coffee have a drink and talk. kinda like starbucks, but way more personal. i knew 90% of our customers by their first names, i knew exactly how they wanted their coffee drinks, and what kind fo coffee they drank at home. i even knew what kind fo coffee maker they had usually. we loved our customers at zoe's. mark taught me to always treat them nice and respectfully to get to know them as people not just dollar signs.
mark taught me a lot about life as well. when, as a newly married man, i was having difficulty at home he taught me how to make things right. he always made sure i had what i needed for my family. he was the first person to trust me with the keys to his store. he taught me that if you treat where you work as your own you will always do a superlative job and be rewarded.
we would get tickets from our coffee broker to the san fransico giants baseball games and we would go to the city and make a day of it. we would go to south san fransico and pick up coffee and stop by noahs bagles for a few onion bagles with lox. then off to fishermans warf for an early dinner and out to candlestick park for the night game.
i worked for zoe's until they went out of business. although they had a superior product the chain stores and a little too much good life put them out of business. the last venture was a bed and breakfast in the foothills of california. they roasted the coffee and sent it out by mail, they tried to do some whole sale and they ran a pretty cool b&b, but in the end it all went belly up.
who's to say what could have happened? after i left california to come to texas i lost touch with mark. we talked a few times over the years and i heard he and his wife split up. he moved the roaster to idaho where his folks lived and tried to make a go of it there i heard. that was the last i heard about mark for quite a few years. when my mom came to visit a while ago she told me that mark had passed away. you see he was a diabetic and he didn't take real good care of himself. he always struggled with alchohol. he like to drink, but knew it was killing him slowly. he lost the battle.
i cried when i found out. wishing i would have known so i could have a least sent flowers to his funeral. he would have like that i think. actualy i would have sent a picture i have of the two of us. he was wearing a greek fishemans hat, like he always did, and i was wearing a black cowboy hat, like i always did. we were standing next to a life size picture of barry bonds both with out zoe's coffee mugs with the logos out for the camera to catch.
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| depravity |
| 09.03.04 (5:29 pm) [edit] |
i was aware that terrorists had taken over a school in russia. i was aware that the childrens parents were extremly upset and worried. i was aware that the situation was very bleak, and that a true miracle would be needed for those children to have a chance for survival. i was aware, but not concerned enough to even offer a simple prayer to God for their safety and rescue.
i saw the pictures tonight on the news. i saw the grief stricken parents. i saw the soldiers holding the limp bodies of once bright beautiful children. i saw the charred remains. i saw it all.
i am ashamed because i never once even thought to ask God for His intervention. i did not pray for the parents sick with worry. i did not ask God to help the soldiers to prepare a plan that would work. i did not ask that god would change the hearts of evil men and lead them to surrender.
i really despise the cowards who prey on helpless victims, and find it harder and harder to see them as people in need of a savior, just like myself. tonight though i found it easier. i am saved, i know the truth, yet i did not take five minutes to pray, to seek God's intervention, to ask that He comfort and protect.
i know that it is not my fault all this happened. i know that the will of God is His and His alone, but i can not help but feel that i have failed and i know that i am depraved.
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