What an impact a true Christian can be.
Vodpod videos no longer available. “How much do you have to hate sombody to NOT proselytize?”
December 20, 2008
May 6, 2008
This is almost humerous but it rings true what with all the databases out there that have your information. the grocery store has those little VIP Store cards that if you use will allow you to save a percentage on you bill… at the cost of your purchase being added to their database about your buying habits. Not to mention credit card purchases, credit reports, bank statements, HMO records, dentist records, hospital records, military records, police records and the lists go on infinitely, everyday a new list, a new way to catalogue you and your habits. As you read this say hello to the guys and gals in Foggy bottom.
It is ironic that the very ones who pried open the lid of our Judicial system are the very ones who are now trying to nail it back on. The natural response to anarchy is totalitarian rule. So it is easy to see how we have gotten to this point from say… the Sixties and Seventies. Now, it’s hard to see how we can claim to be a democratic republic given we can only choose from only two parties which are running politicians whose image is more important than their character and substance. There are no more statesmen who hold the best interest of the nation above their own political ambitions. So, in order for the politicos to retain their power they have to have a victimized society which they can “care” for and pander to. This is the enevitable result…
Reporting live frome the Village, I’m Number 6.
…We’re run by the Pentagon, we’re run by Madison Avenue, we’re run by television, and as long as we accept those things and don’t revolt we’ll have to go along with the stream to the eventual avalanche… As long as we go out and buy stuff, we’re at their mercy. We’re at the mercy of the advertiser and of course there are certain things that we need, but a lot of the stuff that is bought is not needed… We all live in a little Village… Your village may be different from other people’s villages but we are all prisoners.” — Cult TV (UK): “An Interview with Patrick McGoohan”, conducted by Warner Troyer, March 1977
From The Prisoner
March 18, 2008
A Message from
To me this one is worth re-posting for WOTM.
February 6, 2008
Have you ever met one of those people who are great out of the gate but exiting the second turn seem to just fizzle? Someone who is full of ideas, good ideas even, but sputters to a halt once the actual work begins? One who can find 10,000 excuses for starting tomorrow instead of today? No? “In that case, Hi, I’m Larry.” (Not really but I thought it was a great line from the movie Sky High.)
I could do an entire posting on my life just using lines from movies and songs, that is sad really because I only know a few lines from books I could use. I would have to say that I am a product of the 70’s and 80’s. I am first generation MTV. I remember when “Video Killed the Radio Star” was regularly played on MTV, Martha Quinn was our VJ and Dire Straits was singing “I Want My MTV.” I remember when Madonna was just a Boy Toy Material Girl (wait nothing’s changed there) Pat Benetar, Blondie, ZZ Top, Aerosmith, Robert Palmer and a host of others whose videos told stories and captured our attention, at the distraction of things more necessary. Leisure Suits, disco, and the Iranian Hostage debacle were some of the benchmarks of my teenage years, quite the contrast with my redneck, white socks and cowboy hat. I’ve always been a bit of a square peg in a round hole world. Living at the speed of MTV and never looking beyond the moment.
I cannot blame the culture I grew up in for my lack of discipline and my Doctorate in Procrastinology, that is all on me, I am a self-made man in that regard. Instead of reading a classic book… I popped a tape in my “add on” cassette player and cranked up Waylon Jennings, Molly Hatchet, and ELO. Instead of exercising and pursuing my love of baseball… I ended-up living out Jackson Browne’s classic, Smokin’ in the Boys Room. Instead of disciplining myself to schoolwork and get good grades… I floated through, just getting by, living for the Heat of the Moment. Never looking to tomorrow but was more concerned with, “I want it all, I want it all, I want it all and I want it now!” “Damn the torpedoes, Full speed ahead!” I cried from the front seat of my friends Trans Am as we did our best Smokey and the Bandit imitation. My life was just like that scene where the bridge was out, and being young, dumb and foolish I was going to make the attempt to jump it anyway, only to stop short not having the nerve to totally commit to full throttle breakaway. My illusion of life being captured on Meatloaf’s Bat out of Hell album was just that, an illusion. Tighter and tighter the spirals of life swirled and I did not see that mine was out of control and I was on the Eve of Destruction.
Sounds very exciting doesn’t it? Kind of a redneck, James Bond, Joe Walsh: Life of Illusion fantasy that I wanted to live out. Reality never came close to the grand fantasy I was living inside myself. I was never able to live up to the person I dreamt myself to be. “But then again, Who Does?” (had to give props to Blade Runner there, this being what, its 25th anniversary) So, things didn’t turn out the way I planned, hmmmm actually that was the problem… I never had a plan. Peg the volume, Fry, Walsh, and Henley are living Life in the Fast Lane at the Hotel California. And the illusion continued.
In ’77 my world came undone when dad died. Mom’s world crashed in on her and in a way I lost both parents that Good Friday morning. Clarence Carter singing, Patches is a poignant memory I have of that spring. That summer consisted of Star Wars and a massive crush on Carrie Fisher, yep that year my fantasy was to be Luke Skywalker, battling the evil Empire and flying off among the stars with the girl. (Lucas messed up a great adolescent fantasy by making Leia, Luke’s sister… at least for all those other nerds who aren’t from West Virginia or Arkansas, kissin’ cousins don’t ya’ knowJ) So by the time High School was over I had it in my mind that I should make my mark on the world at least by the time I turned eighteen. Eighteen came and went so I figured fame and fortune and everything that goes with it was just around the corner by twenty. Twenty was a bittersweet year, still had not made my fortune and the girl I figured I would one day marry started dating my best friend. (They have been happily married for I guess as long as my wife and I have, going on twenty-one years now, and I still count them as some of my best friends.) Later that same year I met my wife-to-be, I just didn’t know it…yet. While she claims that after that first date and that first kiss she went home and told her momma that she had met the man she was gonna marry. I think that was just to stroke my ego… musta’ worked cause we’ve been together for twenty-four years.(married for 21)
So, what was my point here? I wanted to say something important about finishing what you start and having the discipline to see things to the…
January 26, 2008
I have been listening to a series of lectures on church history and I am sad to admit that I did not know a lot of this before now. I did not learn about the history of the church at the local public school I went to, even though many events played key roles in society. I did not learn about Constantine and his famous vision of “in this sign conquer”. I did not learn about Erasmus, Luther, or even Nero. Most of the church history that I know, I have learned from my husband and from my own studies. So my question is this: whose responsibility is it to teach church history?
Does the responsibility rest solely on the family? If so, what should parents be doing to educate themselves?
What about the church? If so, in what setting? Sunday School? The sermons?
What about school or society? Should all history be taught, regardless of apparent religious content?
Or is it all three? In what environment should we learn church history? Should we expect a podium and a 30 minute lecture every time or is there a way to incorporate the facts and lessons of history into everyday life? I would love to hear your opinion on this.
January 26, 2008
Momma called the doctor and the Doctor said…
“No, OZ never did give nothin’ to the Tin Man, that didn’t, didn’t already have.”
Much like the Tin Man they found today that I do actually have a heart. It’s right where it is supposed to be and is doing all the things it is supposed to do. So I’m wondering if maybe I’m actually the Scarecrow, “If I only had a brain?” Cause the thoughts that I’d be thinkin’ while-a drivin’ in ma’ Lincoln if I only had a brain… or the winning Power Ball lottery ticket from this week.
They “STILL” don’t know why my legs look like Charlie Brown’s Macy’s Day Parade balloon legs. At this point I would consider taking a stick pin to them but what happens if they take off like a balloon. I can see me bouncing off the walls, ceiling, taking a few laps around the ceiling fan and sputtering to a halt on the piano. I can hear my daughter Elizabeth now, “Do it again Daddy, do it again!”
Technology is wonderful, I got to watch my heart in action today, amazing. Well, I mean, I didn’t actually see my heart (that would have been messy) but I saw an image of my heart. You know, a sonogram, just like they do with babies. And yes, I did have her check, and no, I am not pregnant (it just looks like I am) thank you very much. I tried to get her to make me an audio recording of that rhythm, it sounded just like conga line music… bum bum bum bum bum ba! bum bum bum bum bum ba! Wait, scratch that, I can’t dance, I’m Baptist. (And possibly a little too nerdy) So why did you email me? What do you want? Come on chop, chop I haven’t got all morning. Hummm? What’s that? Oh! Yea, I’m emailing you aren’t I?
Ok, one more thing and I’ll be done. (yep, I’m Baptist alright)
When they were taking all my information they have one of those talking scales and all it said was “Uncle! Uncle!” But they said my weight was normal… for someone 7’ 1” tall.
Then came the questions:
“Do you smoke?”
“Do you drink?”
“Is this a trick question?
“I mean do you drink alcoholic beverages?”
“Do you take drugs, illegal drugs?
“Do you exercise?”
“No, I kicked the habit years ago.”
“And it shows.”
“Thank you for noticing.”
“Hard not to, twins?
“Why yes, a boy and a girl.”
“How far along?
“That long? I wouldn’t have guessed more than the second trimester.”
“Oh you mean that!”
“I’m rather attached to that, it may not be fly but it is phat!”
(I think I impressed her with my knowledge of pop culture terms and Ebonics. But then again I also left an impression on the chair in which I was sitting.”uncle! uncle!”)
Say Goodnight Gracie,
“Goodnight Mrs. Calabash where ever you are!”
January 12, 2008
Have you ever contemplated how much time we waste on meandering thoughts? During any busy day, our minds become crowded with To-Do lists, Have-Done lists, and things you cannot even label because they speed by on the highway of your mind, forgotten as quickly as you thought of them. Have you ever driven yourself to the store and wondered how you got there because your mind was not on the road, but you cannot really explain what distracted your mind for so long? I have to admit that I have done this on several occasions. In meditating on the thought life, I am starting to understand that this is a part of who we are. Our thought lives reflect our self-discipline, or lack thereof. Our brains become little more than pinball machines with thoughts darting back and forth with no real goal or focus. This becomes a habit that we fall into.
Having an untrained mind is like a person that is trying to organize the closet. They start well with the right intentions. They arrange the shoes by type and color. They pull out the old boxes to go through and put in their proper place. But then something distracts them. They see the closet floor needs to be vacuumed. Then they see they might as well vacuum the entire bedroom, then the whole house. As they are vacuuming, they see toys lying around that must be put up, and so goes the day. At dusk they realize that the boxes are still lying in the bedroom floor, none of the clothes have been boxed up for the season and the only thing they accomplished was sorting the shoes.
However the first thing we must do to break a bad habit is to recognize it for what it is. Is an uncontrolled mind such a bad thing? I am coming to think that it is. It shows disorder, lack of discipline, and it affects other areas of the life. The example of the closet shows a person that cannot focus his or her mind on the task at hand. The time has been wasted and cannot be gained back. We see that having an undisciplined mind is a problem and we admit our failures. But where are we to go from here? Is there any help for those of us who have difficulty maintaining a constant stream of thought? I Corinthians 10:5 states, “…bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;” Our thoughts are to be brought under Christ’s control. Does having a well-organized mind glorify God? I say yes. I am still meditating on this verse as I learn to control my thought life. I know it will help organize my day, free myself from stress and most of all, glorify the One who gave me the mind to think. Not to mention, I can drive to the store and not wonder why I am in the Laundromat parking lot instead. Any comments or suggestions on this would be most helpful.