Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Happy Birthday to You!


Happy Birthday, Sammy boy! Turning 23 today, eh? I remember that age. Young, wild & untamed, not concerned about the big 3-0 coming up next year... still able to run and not hurt myself, newlyweds... but enough about me- this is to you.

You're a still-on-the-honeymoon newlywed, you're graduating from Cedarville in 2 weeks and you're getting your training in Security Forces. Go NCIS! ... just in the Air Force. Ah, Mr. Clean. You're the "rice is my life" guy. And here's to wearing sweatpants instead of jeans for your adolescent years. Do you remember wanting to be the guy that changes the stoplights? Or the guy who lives in an ATM giving out money? Don't worry about how much it costs to live in a cemetary- it's free for you when you get to go there. Oh, and I'm sorry I didn't stop you when you sledded past me. I remember being upset with you and hitting you on the head with my plastic & empty mountain dew bottle only to realize I hit you with the hard cap. That was mean and I meant it to be- I'm sorry. Although it's not like the time I told Jon to sit on a pen I was pointing up in the suburban thinking it would just go up his butt. Yeah- it didn't; sorry about that Jon.

Don't you have a couple inventions to work on? And if you don't get to it, I'm going to make mad cash off that movie idea you have about the teacher and the skateboard dude. I'll slide you 3%- how's that sound? In honor of you, today I'll watch commercials and realize I had that idea first, recite movie lines as conversation, and play lots of video games.

Love you bro.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Didn't Work

Well, as you can see, I haven't blogged this week (since my birthday). And as you can see from my facebook, I HAVE, in fact, been playing poker. My priorities were NOT in the right place this week.

Wednesday was my love's birthday and did okay- brought flowers (and Caleb) to her new job and got to spend an hour or so with her. That was fun! Cooked dinner (made tacos) and ate some leftover dessert from my birthday two days prior. Also got her something we couldn't afford so I'm taking it back to the store today; smart thinking on her part.

Caleb is the cutest I've ever seen him. Yesterday he was reintroduced to a Christmas toy from Grandpa Marzano. It's a driving toy and makes noise when you play with it. And when you don't play with it, it's quiet. Except for about 30 seconds after he stops playing with it, it comes to life to enchant him once again. This worked out for my benefit and pleasure (even as it is now) and here's why: if you know Caleb, you know he LOVES cables. Here's how it went. Caleb played with the steering wheel but then spied some cables. He ran off to get them (about 10 feet away) and the driving toy came back to life singing "Come play with me!". So he hurried back over those 10 feet to the wheel to steer himself to victory. Having accomplished that, it was back to the ever-luring cables. Only to be greatly distracted by the toy once again. Back and forth, from the wheel to the cables, Caleb went. About six times he crawled across the room and back. Again, this was his good excercise and for my humor (is it wrong to laugh at your child?). Maybe I'll get this on video next time.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Another Year Bites the Dust

So I originally started this blog to keep me from playing Texas Hold 'Em on facebook and push me to get into the Bible more. Basically, keep me doing something rather than wasting time. Well, I have NOT been wasting time. The Easter season is a busy season for musicians and pastors, of which I am kinda both. Plus, today is my birthday and Wednesday is my beautiful wife's birthday. I was born 29 years ago and it was actually Easter Sunday way back in 1980. Good times. I remember it well.



And to all those other April birthdays, here's a little insight to my mind. It always seemed to rain on my birthday. As I was growing up, I started to read the Bible and I got to the book of Job. At one point, Job cursed the day he was born; I started to believe that he was born on April 6 because it was always bad weather. It is snowing today. DANG IT JOB!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Fool Me Know More


Well, I was not the recipient of an April Fools joke. At least I'm not aware of one. Except I went to Lowe's to buy a closet shelf and I needed someone to cut the shelf down to size... no one came after 4 pages so I grabbed the cutting tool and did it myself. Maybe that was their joke on me?

Heading out to a pastor's meeting this morning. Can't wait to meet up with Glenny-poo again. Although I saw him a mere matter of months ago, it had been years before then. Hope the senior citizens get along okay with out me...

And just for the record, last night's sleep was the best sleep I've had in weeks here at home!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Needs, Sabbath, and Scum

Mark chapter 2 is another power-packed punch. The book of Mark is known not only for being the most chronological book of the Gospels, but also it presents story after story, example after example, parable after parable with no time to breathe between KOs.

Perhaps you've read the story of four friends bringing a paralytic to Jesus, only to find the place is packed so they build an elevator and drop the man in front of Jesus. Clearly He knows our needs because Jesus immediately forgives the man of his sins. Oftentimes God, in the Old Testament, calls out a person's sin by unleashing an illness or a disease. I believe that's why in John chapter 9 Jesus' disciples asked Him about a blind man: "Why was this man born blind? Was it because of his own sins or his parents' sins?"

And just to prove that He is God, Jesus not only forgives the man's sins (notice the plurality), but He also lavishes on the man (and us) things we want: healing. The man jumped up and walked out. I firmly believe that the man's spirit would have been flying high already because the burden of the years he spent living with guilt was no longer weighing him down.

Stinking bratty Pharisees. They watched Jesus closely in order to yell at Him for breaking rules. Like picking grain on the Sabbath. Or healing on the Sabbath. Things for which one would supposedly be killed ("the Pharisees went...to plot to kill Jesus"). I've never really observed Lent, partially because I would probably mess up and be plastered as the poster-boy for what not to do. But also because I find it a religious act that runs the person (Who says you can't eat meat on Friday? Why isn't fish meat?). I like the Christian religion not because of the rules but because of the freedom. One Christian can observe Lent and be fulfilled while another can not observe Lent and be drawn closer to God all the same.

And the religious community is notorious for eating up its own kin. Cannibalism even. Too often we take the Pharisees role and watch for our brothers and sisters to fall, only to hold them extra accountable because we would NEVER do what they did. But look at me. I've never worked at a secular job on a Sunday, claiming I'm a Christian and I don't work Sundays for religious reasons (ok, once on Mother's Day at a restaurant). And yet, as a pastor, Sundays are the days I work the most, especially around Easter- extra practices, rehearsals, multiple services... a little Pharisaical of me if I don't say so myself.

So point the finger at me- I deserve it. I've eaten the sacred loaves.

But what a relief when Jesus says that "healthy people don't need a doctor- sick people do. (Jesus has) come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners." And "The Sabbath was made to met the needs of people, and not people to meet the requirements of the Sabbath. So the Son of Man is Lord, even over the Sabbath!" EVEN OVER ME!

Prayer: I admit: I am scum. I am a Pharisee. I am sick and in need of a Doctor. So my sins may not be plastered across the front page or commented on through Facebook. No one would find my sins in any Google search but You know they are there. And what's more: I know they are there. And one step further: I know that You know they are there. I've been on both sides: the sinner being pointed out by the Pharisees and the Pharisee pointing out the sinner. This is no joking matter. I need Your healing touch. Forgive my sins. You are God. Thank You!

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Yesterday's line read: "Fine is now what You have called me to" which is the exact opposite of what I meant. The line should have read "Fine is not what You have called me to. There- does that make a little more sense and have a bit more flow?! :) Beginner's mistake.