Two wonderful situations

When it comes to work, there are always two situations that haunt me.

Situ #1. You remember that you forgot something important, and its way too late to take care of.
Situ #2. You remember that you forgot something important, and its not too late to take care of, but its either too late at night, or right before a vacation, or both. You still feel obliged to take care of it.

I just fell victim to #2.



He he he... don't take that out of context.

So long, Moses, Judah Ben-hur

84 years old.

And...

I can see a light
that is coming
for a heart that holds on...

Cat Herding

Don't mess with a sleeping bear...um, I mean Jeff

I love sleep. There are times when the world around me wants to communicate with me, while I'm sleeping, and I try to communicate back.

The results aren't pretty.

I don't always know what I say, and sometimes I slip back into the world of slumber, only to realize that I probably wasn't coherent.

On this occasion, I think I remember something about an alumni reunion. I think I also hung up on the poor guy.

Oops.

Wanna fight?

Ah, yet something else I can thank my multiple years as a volunteer youth worker for:

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Gut Check

I had a conversation with someone tonight that is messing with me. A question was posed to me that I can't get out of my head. How would I come up with that much money in a short time? Is it logistically possible to be ready that quick? Why would someone like me go?

Now, I'm not even sure that is was a serious question, but it has rocked me. Made me fearful, even.

In my life it seems like it would be a complete God thing.

Ultimately I guess I need to stand back and look at my life and evaluate why haven't I looked at the God sized opportunities in my life, and seized them.

Work and Church = Worch?

Ugh. It is officially that time of the year. Upwards game days are over, the video upgrade is complete, and the On Fire rallies are taking place. My superior is heading on vacation in a few days for a week and a half. That means I will be continually stressed out over everything, including Upwards Awards Night and changing all the clocks in the church for the upcoming time change.(Thanks, Mitch.)

There is a certain word that is running through my head right now... it starts with a vay and ends with a kayshun. It is a funny occurrence that I discovered on last years excursion away from worch. I felt alive again.

Is that bad to say? I don't think so. But, I suppose that shouldn't be an excuse to check out. I still can do different things. I've been working on some scripture memorization. I still need to stick with it. I'm slowly finally reading through Red Moon Rising, and it is resonating in my soul. Here is something I read last night:

"Here's the question: 'Will we allow the things that breaks God's heart to break our hearts too?' It'll mean more tears, more listening. It may even be the reason why so many of us struggle with our own personal burdens and heartaches-- God is allowing us to feel pain, to be weak and broken so that our prayers have power."

I suppose the other thing I need to do is continue to connect with other human beings. Yes, I just typed that. There are several of the people out there that I enjoy playin Settlers of Catan with and partaking of the M. F. Grape.

Question of the night

Is four hours of sleep still considered a nap?

Hmm...

Global Warming?

Ah, winters in Northern Indiana

This morning as I was digging a path to Heidi, I saw something that made me smile. I saw an Amish gentleman standing on a sled with a little one sitting on a straw bale, being pulled by a horse down the road. Tied to his sled, was a another child on a sled, which had another child on a sled tied to it, which had another child on a sled tied to it.

If only I had my camera.

Death of a falcon

This evening, Mr. Gill received a call from the one and only Jason Mishler. Apparently for some reason, a falcon ended up crashing through his kitchen window. Here are a couple of pics:

Overnighter

I got this off of Simply Josh's blog. It made me laugh, besides being something I can relate to.

Trailer Time!!!

I went and saw Jumper Tuesday at Showplace. Went with no expectations... and was entertained. Before the movie I got really excited, because they show a trailer for the new Shyamalan movie. You may now get excited...

Kenya Night

Well, here are my pics from Kenya Night. I know, I know... There are a lot of the same type of pics, but that's just how I roll.

I also snapped few pics of the lunar eclipse.




To view them outside the slide show go here.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...

There are two things tat I enjoy that I was reminded of tonight. One of them is doing the little things for people. My sister claims that one of my love languages is gifts, and maybe she is right. But every once in a while, when I'm on my best behavior I like to do the little things for people. I can't explain it, because I feel like I'm tooting my own horn right now, so I'll stop.

Second, I enjoy spending time in conversation with people. I was blessed to hang out at the arches with several ministry workers, who I talk to daily, but don't really get to talk to. It wasn't anything earth-shattering, but I guess it was the quality time that I enjoyed.

Polar Bear in the desert....

Hmm... I love this show.

Two legged dog

Check this dog out

A different perspective

I said this before but I love podcasts. As I was working late Saturday night, I was spending a little quality time with Francis Chan & Co. One particular message stood out. It is from a couple of years ago, and its the events that lead up to and followed Christ's death on the cross.
One of the first things that jumped out at me was I was reminded that the God of the Universe, who created us, loves us, and sacrificed his own son so that we could have fellowship with him. He did all of that, and sometimes all we do is walk into church and lack any joy on our faces.
Another thing was the reaction of the Roman Centurion. Take a look at it in Luke 23: 44 -47.

44It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, 45for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. 46Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last.

47The centurion, seeing what had happened, praised God and said, "Surely this was a righteous man."

Who was this centurion? Was he one of the soldiers just a few verses earlier gambling over his clothes and mocking him? It doesn't matter. What matters was his response when he realized that God's son had just died on the cross and he was a part of it. He praised God.

He praised God?

How could he, of all people, do that?

I really don't know. It really only matters that somewhere, somehow, he got it.

Sunday morning, I had a rough time even wanting to go to church. I forced myself to go to Connection. I was sitting there was the first song was playing, my mind revisited parts of the message I listened to as I worked.

Wow.

Who am I to call myself a Christian and not want to go to church?(Granted, a vacation sounds good right now) Why do I so flippantly take for granted Christ's sacrifice?

I don't know, but I'm glad I went to church. I needed to hear that message from Cornerstone, and I needed to hear the message from Dave, Christy, and Derry.

Pop quiz hotshot...

What is the next best thing to Peyton Manning beating the Patriots? How about little Bro...Sweet Victory