I love Psalm 40:1-3!!
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
2-minute drill 10-9-09
It's been a long 3.5 weeks. My last day without anything work related was Sept 12th. In times like this Psalm 31:7-8 is big for me. Also, I used to be a sports fanatic. Additionally, in watching the Twins tonight I always want to put in mind the fact that God is bigger and better...than a Carlos Gomez base-running mistake and an umpire's blown call.
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
2-minute drill 10-6-09
We might have the vision and means to be a kingdom person. And we might even have the good intention to follow through. But, with that, do you and I intend to obey? Even more so, will we obey?
Monday, October 05, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A short story
John’s list of grievances against the so-called God was long. If he existed how could he be so apathetic toward the poor? How could he be negligent of those suffering? And how could he possibly prosper the rich who campaign with God only to legislate like the devil? So, it was better to trust in anything than a God who couldn’t do crap about the crap he read online.
John learned life and death at a young age. Mom died from a congenital heart defect when he was 6. The irony is that, as a nurse, she was where she needed to be, but it didn’t do a damn bit of good. She died at the same hospital where she nursed so many back to health. That drove Dad to the proverbial bottle. He was one of those drunk dead beats the paper threatens to list on their front page. They never did. He never changed. He died 3 years later of liver damage.
So, John stayed with an aunt and uncle in New York City. NYC is expensive. They could only afford a one-bedroom apartment. It took about 3 or 4 months for John to acclimate to the tight quarters. Once he did life got better. His uncle became the father he never had. He taught John how to shave, wear a jock strap, and speak with girls.
His uncle demonstrated with his wife to help John out.
Without asking permission he petitioned his wife, “Hi, my name is Paul. What’s yours?” John and his aunt would greet such leaps into character with reserved laughter.
His wife acquiesced putting the dish towel down, “Judy.”
“Judy? That’s a great name,” he responded as he smiled. “Judy, what’s your favorite color?”
“My favorite color?” she mused.
“Yes. What’s your favorite color?” he said as he circled around her.
“Green, I guess.”
“You guess? You mean you don’t know your favorite color?” The tone of his voice left John wondering if this was still part of the act.
His aunt stated, “Green. Yes, green.”
John’s uncle paused in his circling still lost by her flippancy. After gathering his thoughts, he questioned, “Judy, do you prefer the city or the countryside?”
“The countryside. Most definitely. Without a doubt.” Her assertive response brought a cackle from John. Like a younger brother mimics his older, Judy’s laugh always followed John’s.
Paul was left to wonder if he’d be able to redeem this conversation. Unbowed, Paul asked, “What’s your day look like tomorrow?” Judy didn’t hear him. She was still lost in laughter with John. “What’s your day look like tomorrow I said.”
Judy realized the act continued. She resorted to real life, “I have a appointment between nine and eleven and then I’m scheduled for a 2:30pm with our lawyer to look over our living wills.”
The two now stood eye to eye her hands in his, “Would you be willing to honor me with your presence? I’d like to ask you to lunch. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll pick you up from work at 11am. We’ll head out on 371 towards Buffalo. I know of a countryside stop that will remind you why green is your favorite color,” he said with a wink. He continued, “It’s one of the most beautiful scenes in all of New York state. And I can’t imagine a more beautiful woman to spend it with than you.”
John didn’t know exactly when it happened, but he knew that his uncle had touched his aunt’s heart. What had begun as a lesson for him ended with an unmistakable connection. His aunt was lost in her lover’s eyes. And his acting had stopped awhile back. These two loved each other. John could see that. He hoped for that some day. Right now, he didn’t need all that. He would settle for just talking to a girl.
John learned life and death at a young age. Mom died from a congenital heart defect when he was 6. The irony is that, as a nurse, she was where she needed to be, but it didn’t do a damn bit of good. She died at the same hospital where she nursed so many back to health. That drove Dad to the proverbial bottle. He was one of those drunk dead beats the paper threatens to list on their front page. They never did. He never changed. He died 3 years later of liver damage.
So, John stayed with an aunt and uncle in New York City. NYC is expensive. They could only afford a one-bedroom apartment. It took about 3 or 4 months for John to acclimate to the tight quarters. Once he did life got better. His uncle became the father he never had. He taught John how to shave, wear a jock strap, and speak with girls.
His uncle demonstrated with his wife to help John out.
Without asking permission he petitioned his wife, “Hi, my name is Paul. What’s yours?” John and his aunt would greet such leaps into character with reserved laughter.
His wife acquiesced putting the dish towel down, “Judy.”
“Judy? That’s a great name,” he responded as he smiled. “Judy, what’s your favorite color?”
“My favorite color?” she mused.
“Yes. What’s your favorite color?” he said as he circled around her.
“Green, I guess.”
“You guess? You mean you don’t know your favorite color?” The tone of his voice left John wondering if this was still part of the act.
His aunt stated, “Green. Yes, green.”
John’s uncle paused in his circling still lost by her flippancy. After gathering his thoughts, he questioned, “Judy, do you prefer the city or the countryside?”
“The countryside. Most definitely. Without a doubt.” Her assertive response brought a cackle from John. Like a younger brother mimics his older, Judy’s laugh always followed John’s.
Paul was left to wonder if he’d be able to redeem this conversation. Unbowed, Paul asked, “What’s your day look like tomorrow?” Judy didn’t hear him. She was still lost in laughter with John. “What’s your day look like tomorrow I said.”
Judy realized the act continued. She resorted to real life, “I have a appointment between nine and eleven and then I’m scheduled for a 2:30pm with our lawyer to look over our living wills.”
The two now stood eye to eye her hands in his, “Would you be willing to honor me with your presence? I’d like to ask you to lunch. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll pick you up from work at 11am. We’ll head out on 371 towards Buffalo. I know of a countryside stop that will remind you why green is your favorite color,” he said with a wink. He continued, “It’s one of the most beautiful scenes in all of New York state. And I can’t imagine a more beautiful woman to spend it with than you.”
John didn’t know exactly when it happened, but he knew that his uncle had touched his aunt’s heart. What had begun as a lesson for him ended with an unmistakable connection. His aunt was lost in her lover’s eyes. And his acting had stopped awhile back. These two loved each other. John could see that. He hoped for that some day. Right now, he didn’t need all that. He would settle for just talking to a girl.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Photo Booth
I just got my new laptop, a MacBook Pro. The Photo Booth has to be one of my favorite apps.
#1 - I was thinking high school senior photo.
#2 - I'm not a fan of my teeth.
#3 - That's fun.
#4 - Turned out alright but was still learning about the application. hah!
Sunday, March 01, 2009
LDI RAIS'N 5K 5K
Support Hope’s Leadership Development Institute through participating in this FUN RUN 5K. Prizes awarded randomly and not based on finish time (thank God!). All participants receive a one-of-a-kind T-Shirt because that’s what you are AND a complimentary hug from a current intern. Tell a friend!
Our aim is to have 50 runners raise $100 each for a total of $5,000. That's like 100 people giving you a buck, 10 people giving you $10, or you could just ask your parents for one Benjamin. Whatever works.
Do it for the fun. Do it to support LDI. Do it to raise chaffing awareness. Do it to run. Just don't not do it.
What is LDI? In short it is a 1 to 3-year journey through which God raises, trains, and empowers his followers to pursue him, lead his church, and spread his kingdom during their time spent at Hope and for the rest of their lives.
LDI: Think Biblically, Live Uprightly, Lead Courageously.
SATURDAY, APRIL 18th, 2009, 11:00am-1:00pm
Lake Harriet, Minneapolis
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