Big Guns

Hey, can we have our next poker tourney be a “Diaper” game?

I wanted to have a diaper game to help fund my new son’s feckle fettish. What do you guys think about having the tourney game as usual, but having everyone bring a pack of diapers to help celebrate my son’s birth.

We could host the game in May, or in early June (he’s expected to arrive June 29th).

Holla

My son,

This morning I kissed you goodbye.  I know you are safe inside.  Some times I wonder about you.  Some times I am in awe of you, and with shame, I have to admit, that some times…sometimes, in the heat of the day, and the stress of it all I forget about you.

I have forgotten about a lot of things, though.

I have, until two days ago, forgotten what it was like to sit and relax.  I mean, really relax.  I sat and watched a couple of chicadees eat from the bird feeder your mother bought last summer.  I just relaxed and enjoyed them.

I hope that I will be able to just relax and enjoy you, my son.

I dreamt last night that you were of a walking age.  I dreamt that we were all in our van, and I had stopped at a red light in Grayling, and your brother and sisters got out, wanting to do a “chinese fire drill”.  I told them “no” but they laughed and went about it as if I had not spoken.  You were smiling and running with them, and in my dreamed I smiled, then I cried out, “get back here!” and jumped out of the van to grab you as on coming traffic picked up with the green light.

I wanted to pull you to saftey.

When I left this morning, you are safe.

Meeting With The Devil

Please pray for a good friend of mine today.

He is meeting with the devil.

Just remember Who’s foot he is under.

And, if you need me, I’m close by.

The Big 30

Turned the big 3-0 this weekend.

I have over 30,000 hits on this blog.

Thanks for checking in everyone.

Confessing my sin

I have a serious sin that I have committed, not once, but twice in the last eight years.

I doubt my family knows, and if they knew they haven’t held it against me.

Laura knows, but she still loves me and is with me nonetheless

In fact, several of my friends know about it and I have spoken of it at work, only to resever sneers and geers.

The sin I need to confess – here – now?

I voted twice for George  W Bush Jr.

May God forgive me.

To Forgive or Not To Forgive…

Corey posted about forgiveness, and I completely echo his thoughts.

I have also posted my own thoughts here as a result of my thoughts on adultery.

Immersion

Corey has been posting an interesting series on the subject of baptism.

I have been commenting on it, dusting off the old theologian in me…

You can check them out here.

Hard Truths

Laura and I have come to the hard conclusion that yes, Corey, Clark Kent is a whineass on Smallville.  But, addicts we remain!

Baby Planning

Last night Laura and I sat up (while watching SVU, of course) and discussed the finalizing of our baby plans.  Where’s the baby’s room going to be?  What do we need to do to get ready?  You know, the list!  We figure we have about 6-8 more good weeks left to get our baby house in order.

And, no, we still have not decided on a name…

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nuff said

Pondo Religion

Yesterday I was chatting with a fellow employee about their church, Big Rock Church in Atlanata Michigan.  I told this person that I thought their church was probably a good church from what I heard about it, seen in their literature, and witnessed in her testimony.

Then I said, “Did you know I used to be a pastor?”

“Yeah, I did.  So, why exactly did you stop being one?”

After laughing outloud for a moment, I decided to answer her.

“Well, I knew that my time was done at the church I pastored.  I knew I had finished what I was sent there to do and I also knew that the church wasn’t ready, nor did they want to, follow me to where I would have liked to take them.  A lot fo my views were changing and I didn’t think they could handle going through those changes with me and frankly, I didn’t know if I wanted to take them through it.”

“At the time my marriage was going through a very rough spot, in which I didn’t know if it would recover.  It didn’t.  After I left the church I found out some very evil things had been done to me and my family, irreversible things as far as I am concerned, and so I just decided to step away from all of it.”

“I would say though that while the core of what I believe hasn’t changed, the form of how I practice it has.”

She replied, “Really?”

I laughed again, “Well, I would like to think that.  You see, I don’t think what we have in Christianity is anywhere close to what Jesus came to start.  I don’t even think Jesus would be involved in it, for the most part.  So, I think it should look and function differently.”

“I agree, to a point,” she replied.  “I think people should be able to believe as they want, but I also think some things are rock solid.”

“Yeah, maybe, but I guess what I am getting at is I think Jesus wants something else, and to be honest, I couldn’t say I am a follower of Jesus, because I am not living out what I think he intended.”  I laughed.

She didn’t.