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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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