Thursday, March 19, 2009

Nuts of Grape

I don't even know what to say about this. Ugh. Barely made it through myself ...

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Essence of Radical Reformission

http://theresurgence.com/Gospel_Community_and_the_Poor

Great article.
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Monday, March 16, 2009

2,557 x 2,557 x 2,557

Today marks the 7 year anniversary of my marriage to Elizabeth. Pretty cool. To commemorate, I'm going to publicly list 50 things about her that I love. Hopefully, this does not embarrass ... I just feel like shouting my love from the roof tops like a hapless romantic.

For a funny:
In the words of the great Burgundy/Corningstone romance ...
  • always hunting to be better
  • athletic
  • Christmas angel - loves the holidays
  • dedicated
  • drinks beer with me
  • drop dead legs
  • enjoys discussing sermons
  • good "mother hen"
  • good bible study teacher
  • good daughter
  • good sister
  • good story teller
  • good taste in movies
  • good traveler
  • good with my friends
  • great blue eyes
  • great cake maker
  • great cook
  • great girl friend
  • great hugger
  • great kisser
  • great singer
  • has nice friends
  • hates basketball (that's a good thing)
  • heart for humanity
  • helps do car work
  • involved church member
  • knows a lot of scripture
  • likes football!
  • likes golf!
  • looks good in jeans
  • loves animals
  • loves Jesus
  • loves serving people
  • manages the house while I'm away
  • modest
  • nice skin
  • our children cannot do without her
  • picks up anything fast
  • pretty smile
  • really good at crafts
  • savvy with money
  • smart
  • takes her walk seriously
  • talented career admin (retired)
  • turns me on
  • understands and embraces technology
  • very creative
  • watches hockey with me
  • works out religiously
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Monday, March 9, 2009

Praying is for morrons ...

Yes it is.

It's also for perverts, pukes, punks, junkies, jocks, nerds, metal heads, losers, Christians, posers, etc.

In case you were wondering, the misspell in the post title was intentional (unlike the patriotic gentlemen to the right.) It happens to be a direct quote of a Facebook member that is "friends" with my wife. I thought is was a comical comment considering the misspell. As I was giggling like a little school girl, I started speculating if the proclamation was an autobiographical testimony.

If that was the case, I could consider it a prophetic moment in my life since the term "moron" would certainly fit the bill of materials when cataloging my high jinks.

Perhaps he was insinuating that prayer is an avoidable pursuit in one's life in general. If that's the case, I should probably start praying for him. As Hendricks satisfies "Why should I read the bible?," I remedy "Why should I pray?" with the same resolve ... "Because you must!"

Three months since my last post and I'm already picking fights and remarking about topics that not only bore but may have problematic positioning for some readers. Sigh.

So here's what I'll be focusing on to fill my life's free time: bible, Betsy, and biking. 752. That's it.

Here's some Transom links along those lines:

BibleBetsy
Biking
On with the madness!
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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Where's the Corsendonk?

Indeed. I just can't get into the blogging mood. Long holiday (which was wonderful.) Lot's of family, extended family ... and our ABF is rocking.

I do have a story to tell - but not today. Soon. Since it's been so long, here is the laundry list of sites that have flown through my transom since we last touched base ...
Random thoughts and revelations ...
  • We often don't think rather rearrange our prejudices. ~ Hendricks
  • I've come to think that good parenting is about increasing the duration between timeout sessions. ~ Welch
  • If you calmly take your pants off at airport while in the security line, others will follow in suit. ~ A comedian I saw over break ...
Upcoming blog topics ...
  • Praying is for morons.
  • My lyrics and where they may surface on the web.
  • Box of sex.
  • The great and powerful Oz knows why you have come!
  • Agnostic definition.
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Monday, December 15, 2008

United Abominations

From Mumbai to Illinois ... how can I post when the world is going to hell in a hand basket? If you haven't noticed, I'm just not going to be much of a blogger through the holidays. There has been plenty of inspiration though:I could go on and on. 'Tis the season. So no pontificating today - but I've amassed quite a few Transom Links to share ... enjoy:
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Thursday, December 4, 2008

The System Has Failed

Good bye November - Hello December. Jack Frost is making his annual sabbatical to Texas ... finally. As the year winds down, my blog-preneurship is certainly taking a turn for the worse. Numbers will certainly fall. Besides, I don't want to have an unreachable number for next year's Q4, YoY.

The good news is that the dollar is gaining, I survived the Griswold-roof-climbing-Christmas lights-hanging endeavor, the tree is lit, and our wagons are full of clothes, blankets and socks for Boxtown. We'll be making 2 trips in December ... on Christmas we plan to do an ad hoc service under the Good Latimer bridge behind Pilgrim's Pride. Pray the strings of my guitar don't snap in the cold, dry air as we fill the dark night with Christmas music.

So I blame the system for this boring post ... nothing profound to pontificate ... nothing alarming to assail ... nothing demoralizing or in need of fortification ... nothing to resuscitate.

Not even Sean Avery being unsavory could get me riled up. I blame the system. When you suffer a sports year like I have (Stars lose in the Western Conference Finals, Mets mishap, Notre Dame's debacle of a season, Bears barely hanging on, and one of the worst starts in Stars franchise history) and find yourself surrounded by Texans talking about Romo's momma, there becomes no vacancy for vexation in one's life.

Just try to derail me from having a marvelous, miraculous Holiday. I dare ya! There's no news story, apocalyptic premonition, political uprising, financial crisis, or Debbie Downer that's going to reduce this holiday to rubble. The system has caused me to go from cynical to critical in one fail swoop! I've become critically inane. What were they thinking, turning this jaded lad into a happy-go-lucky cheer monkey full of childish sensibilities? Lights, trees, ministry and happiness?

No no no. Not even the State Trooper that pulled me over the day after Thanksgiving as Billy and I returned from visiting our homeless friend, Teardrop, on his birthday could put the sour back in this puss. Click here for my response.

Is it the system? Have I gone off the deep end scatter shooting again? Before you leave this post in disgust and remorse for having wasted 5 minutes of your precious life, please do me one favor.

Stop. Take a deep breath. Go to that place. Who's there? Do you have peace?

If the answer is no or no one ... click here.

I hope to bring more of a balanced post next time with less free hand. But I promise you that these Transom Links won't disappoint:
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