Author: Unknown
•2:00 PM
Saturday was fun to some extent. Logan and I went to lunch at a local Chinese and sushi place. He wanted to try sushi so I told him to have at it but he couldn't have any shrimp. So, he did what anyone would do. He politely asked for something with chicken in it. He was a happy camper after that. He said he liked he but he did not eat all of it. That little man can put away some food.

After eating we headed up to Toys R Us for him to get his present. He just knew what he was going in after before we got there. After walking inside his poor little mind suddenly turned indecisive. After walking around for what seemed like hours to me he finally settled on something. He picked out a $30 Halo remote controlled helicopter. Now, I was almost excited about playing with it as he was but I didn't let him know that. He did get a little impatient because I refused to buy the batteries there and insisted on going somewhere else cheaper. Dollar store to the rescue!

We get the new toys home and tear in to the box. After charging the little machine we set out to fly it.

You know the box says it is easy to fly...

Well, they lied!!

That thing went all over the place and flipped and flopped after hitting the wall and slamming to the floor. My neighbor pointed out that it looked like a horse fly buzzing around but I say it looked like a locust flopping on the ground. Either way it was difficult.

After playing with it, or trying to, it finally ceased to fly. During all of its flopping and crashing something must have messed up. Anyway, I will attempt to do the fatherly thing and try to fix it but I can not promise anything. I think I was more disappointed than he was.
Author: Unknown
•12:09 PM
Tomorrow is August 21, 2010.

This day is special because it is my oldest son's birthday. It is hard to believe 9 years have passed since the first time I saw him in the operating room. The poor fella looked so much like me. I cherished every moment with him when we took him home. I helped feed, bathe, and change him. I would lay him on my chest and pat on his diaper until he went to sleep. He was so sweet and a little weird. He refused to sleep any where else but his own bed. He is still a little weird that way except now he only wants to use our bathroom and no one else's.

He is growing up. He has his friends and loves playing video games. He is smart and can be a little irritating. What can I say, he is just like me. His ideal birthday tomorrow is to go with me to eat Chinese food and buy his present. I feel so honored that he wants to spend the day with me but sad because Lisa feels left out. Such a tough road that his is on growing to be a man. My only wish for him in his life is to be a better man than I am.

I want him to be more faithful to God, more trust worthy to others, and to work harder. I know he will be a good man because he has a great heart.

Logan, I love you and will forever be proud of you. Happy birthday!
Author: Unknown
•3:50 PM
When I say GPS I mean God's Positioning System.

I have lost myself somewhere along the way. No wait, I think I left it at WC. For some reason when I withdraw from there I left part of myself. Not the clumsy, smart-mouthed, or procrastinating part of me but the most important part of me.

My spiritual self.

To take from Scripture, I have forgotten my first Love. That is a place in life I don't want to be. I have neglected His word. I have neglected my prayer life. I have even neglected my role as the spiritual leader in my home. I have lost my way.

I have put education and work in front of everything. All for the sake of financial decisions. Well, you know what? I believe I need to change all of that. I am thinking of finishing out the semester and taking a much needed hiatus from school. I need to shift my focus on the important things in life. I need to find myself again. I know that if I can find the person I lost, the person that is a child of God then the rest will follow.
Author: Unknown
•12:59 PM
Do we look at God's Sovereignty as control?

There is no question as to whether God is Sovereign. After all, He is God. He is Creator of all things. He can calm the storm, He can part the waters, and He can heal the sick. He is God. My question comes in this aspect of our lives. How much control does God allow us to have over our own lives? Stop and consider this for a second. For those that believe that the events in the Garden of Eden are literal (and I am not stating my view on this) then did God, in His Sovereignty, control this moment in time? If not, then did Adam and Eve have the free will to decide for themselves which action to take? Afterwards, with Cain and Abel, did God control this event as well or was it the act of a free willed person?

In some sense these may come to you as being clear answers.

Okay, let's consider this then. If God controls all aspects of our life, as in a plan and we will follow it, then where does that put our free will? Where does that put that right to choose for ourselves?

To complicate matters even more let's take a look at a few more historical figures.

Moses, did he choose to go back to Egypt according to God's command or was His life directed to do so? Nehemiah, did he choose to play his part in the rebuilding of the wall in Jerusalem or was it God's guiding? I am not saying God had no part in the roles these men played in these events but did God in essence "control" their lives or did they heed His guidance and choose to follow?

I am going to step out on a limb here... was it God who directed Judas to turn Jesus over to be crucified or did he choose to do that himself? I know that these events had to take place in order to what was right. What if Judas had not choose to do what he did? (Here is a side question, "Did God choose Judas because He knew that he was capable of doing such a task?)

I come from a background where it was taught that God is in control of everything. That He has a Will for every one's life and it will work out in the end according to the way He sees fit. My question is, "Where is free will in that?" I am not questioning God's Sovereignty. I am not saying He is not Lord over all creation. I am merely asking where does His Will stop and our will start?

I believe that the course change in my life that has taken place recently has made me ask myself these questions. Some may say they are heretical or blasphemy and I apologize if I come across this way. I am just trying to understand where I am and where I am going right now.
Author: Unknown
•1:15 PM
       There has been something gnawing at my mind lately. Some of you know I spent three semesters at a local Bible college. For the most part I do not regret this time. I learned a lot and made some great friends. What I do regret though is the debt I went into to attend this college. I look back and think that I have to pay all of this money back and for what? I have no degree from there. I did obtain some knowledge but seriously, is it worth that much? Don't get me wrong now, it's a good school. The teachers are awesome and the other students are wonderful for the most part.

     My problem is in the fact that I reached a part where I had to decide on work or school. I have a family to provide for so I had to choose work. No big surprise in that choice. What amazed me though was how quickly the faculty and administration was willing to see me walk out the door. I had maintained a 4.0 GPA for these three semesters and thought for sure I would received some type of help to keep me there. Now, I am facing repayment and on top of that my withdrawal left me owing the school money. So, I can't transfer nor can I start over anywhere else due to this debt. It just really frustrates me. 

     Please do not take this as bitterness but take it as a lesson learned. Please, and I repeat please, if you must take out student loans to reach your goals of higher education make sure you can not only complete it but that your career will pay these payments. After all, you are looking at 10 years of payments on most student loans. 


Peace Out!
Author: Unknown
•12:08 PM
For those of you that didn't know, I started vlogging a few days ago and have been posting them on my YouTube channel. Please feel free to check it out. I have included a video below as well as a link to my channel. Stop by, watch, rate, comment, and subscribe!





http://www.youtube.com/user/SeanOutOfSeason
Author: Unknown
•10:28 AM
There it was...

In type...

It was one of the biggest typos I have ever made...

It started last fall while I was beginning my fourth semester at a local Bible College. We were only about a week or so into it. I sat up that night to do my homework for a class later that week. It was my normal routine. I stayed up and worked on it while talking to others on Facebook. Then I got a instant message from a friend. He was telling me that they were posting crazy or random things on another friends Facebook wall and he wanted me to join in the "fun".

So, I clicked on over to this guy's page and there it was. Many of my other classmates had posted comments. Then I done something I should not have. I wrote something myself!

I thought it was nothing special. Others took what I wrote and started playing off of it. I commented back a couple of times and then noticed some strange things being said and decided to stop. I finished what I could of my homework and went to bed. I was to meet with the president of the college in the morning to discuss my involvement in his office. I was kind of excited to be working with the president of the college and was definitely nervous about our meeting.

I sat there that morning waiting for him to get there and he was not happy when he arrived. Apparently, he saw what we posted on that classmates Facebook wall. I still didn't understand what the big deal was. He came down on me pretty hard for my involvement with it. He even suggested I make a public apology to this person at a Chapel service. I had no problem apologizing if my friend was hurt or offended by my actions. The only problem was that he wasn't, he thought it was funny.

A day or two went by and I was talking with another friend who was involved with this whole ordeal. I told him I just didn't understand what was the big deal. He then proceeded to question me about what I wrote. Apparently, I had made a typo. Now, I do tend to type a little slower than I think and sometimes letters or even words get left out but when I found out what actually was written I was shocked.

My intention was to write, "How dare you come in here screaming and yelling".

It didn't quite come out that way. Instead it came out like this (I capitalized the words for emphasis, not in the original)....

"How dare you come in here CREAMING and yelling"...

This one statement caused the whole thing to be blown out of proportion.

The reason I write all of this is to emphasize once again an important aspect of writing. No matter how short or long, or even where you write something please, I mean PLEASE!!!!!!!!!

Proof Read What You Write!!!!!
Author: Unknown
•2:25 PM
Well, not the phone book but my camera is.

It has been a day of excitement and questioning...

My camera came in today and I was a little excited at first. I opened it up and got it going. I recorded a test video and made a sobering realization...

Man, my head is HUGE!

I watched the video and I sat in anticipation of my head exploding. Yea, I know I may be over exaggerating but the camera seriously adds ten thousand pounds! That on top of my bumbling for what to say started the questions.

"What am I doing?" "What makes me think I can do something like this?" "You look like an idiot, Sean!"

Ok, I know the last one was a statement and not a question. For real, what am I thinking? What am I going to show? Do people really want to see my 8 year old cry over everything? Do they want to see my 12 year act like she is two? What about me? Do they really want to see what kind of boring life I live? I mean, seriously!

Anyway, I am going to record some stuff when I get home from work and hopefully get a feel of it. Maybe it will be on YouTube by tomorrow night. Like I said previously, not sure if anyone will even watch. Oh well, I will try and if I fail... I will try again.
Author: Unknown
•12:04 PM
I woke up this morning to the sounds of kids fighting...

Again!


Who needs an alarm clock when you have three kids who wake at the butt-crack of dawn (except on school days) fighting and yelling? I mean, seriously, what happened to kids sleeping in on the weekends? I just don't get it. Well, now to the point of this little blog.

My kids were fighting over candy. Yep, up at the butt-crack of dawn to fight over candy. The funny thing is that the candy belonged to only one of the kids. Emo and the Brat ate their candy last night while Musicman slept. I guess what woke me up was when MysteryMom started fussing at the kids for waking her from their fighting. I was so wore out that I could have slept through it all.

Musicman was not happy at all that his candy was eaten by the other two. When confronted, no one knew who ate it. According to all three none of them ate it. So, through my intellectually deduction while investigating the matter I concluded that the house is magical. After all, stuff is all the time disappearing and no one knows what happens to it. Maybe I should charge people to bring stuff over to my house that they don't want anymore for it to disappear. Might be a good money maker.

Okay, in all seriousness now. I did do what any good investigator would do and questioned each party involved. Slowly, their story started to unravel. I was beginning to get small bits of truth from each suspect. I knew the time was appropriate to bring in the youngest and weakest member of this gang, Musicman. I did what any loving father would do. I told him that he would not get in trouble if he would just tell me the truth. In his moment of weakness and love for his daddy, he spilled the beans.

Just as I suspected, they were all guilty. I am not sure why they wouldn't just tell the truth but they didn't until after the youngest snitched. Well, the Brat still stands by her story that she didn't do it. I guess there will always be one hold out in each case.

So, next time something happens Mom and Dad remember, "I didn't do it!"
Author: Unknown
•7:04 PM
So, I am not the only ones out of season. Let's take a look around my own brood...


First we have, Musicman:













Then there is Emo.














Then there is the Brat














           Finally, we get to Mystery Mom!


(She will not let me put up a picture.)


Over the next few days I will be writing a blog on each person of my family. So, please feel free to sit back and enjoy the coming embarrassment.
Author: Unknown
•9:01 AM

Is life what you make it?

That is a question that definitely has various opinions. It can include elements that affect it such as fate, chance, or will. Some may argue that God in His Sovereignty has complete control over this world and directs one on the path He has for him. Others may argue the opposite that it is through chance that life unfolds. I am not sure either way. God is way too big for me to know what He is doing. What throws a wrench in the gears of it for me is this funny little thing called "will". As people we can choose whether or not to eat this or that, work here or there, or love this person or that person. We can say yes or no to any request. 

This brings the question to my mind, "Is life what we make it?" 

I don't believe there is a simple answer to this question. After all, this life is not a singular element but one affected and altered by the interaction of others. For instance, (I mean no offense by this example) a person that is raped or molested, whether adult or child, makes the decision not to but is forced by another against his or her own will. This is not what that person wanted out of life. Also, this could not have been the will of God. No, some things are out of our hands and in the hands of others. Oppositely, the couple that chooses to have sex before marriage and ends up having a child together is responsible for their own actions. These two made the decision to perform an action, knowing the possible outcome, and must deal with what they have made out of their own life. 

We all face decisions in our lives that we wish we could go back and change. We all, at some point, make the statement to the effect of, "If I could just go back and do it over again." Sadly, we can not do this. We are stuck with the decisions we have made in the past. The only thing we can do is start where we are and move forward. If we have made mistakes then we deal with them, seek forgiveness where necessary or forgive where necessary, and move forward. Even though it may take time and may still hurt we can't let life pass us by. 

Whether or not you are where you are because of God's hands, your own hands, or by chance make the best of what you have and where you are. Live today with tomorrow in view, laugh at life when it slips up, and love those around you. I know it sounds cliche' but life moves to fast to to let it leave you. Make the best of where you are and if it is not where you want then try to get there.

 
Author: Unknown
•2:34 PM
I must say one thing about life...




Sometimes it makes you do funny things!



Case in point below: 



































See what I mean.



Author: Unknown
•9:37 AM
There it was...

A black screen...

The only thing showing was this: Y:\

It wouldn't do anything else. It just sat there showing "Y:\". No Microsoft Windows logo. Nothing! I couldn't believe it. I "blew it up" apparently. Then panic sat in and I couldn't help but think that my brother was going to kill me. This was a brand new Packard Bell (I know that shows some age) computer and I messed it up. Oh yea, I thought I knew something about them. After all, I spent the whole day before playing on it. All of a sudden it restarted and that is what I got. I do not recall what I had clicked or what I was doing when it happened but all I knew was that it didn't work anymore.

He eventually came in their to check it out and could tell something was wrong. I had to own up to it. I started my apologizing and promising I would fix it, even though I had no clue as how to fix it. So, there I sat through out the night. My brother and his wife slept while I paniced and tried to read every book that came with it. I eventually came across the cd's that were included with the PC.

There it was beaming at me. Shining like a silver ray of hope!

Microsoft Windows 95


I had hope! I didn't know what it would do or even how to do it but I did hope that it was the answer. So, in it went into the cd tray. After restarting I saw the most beautiful thing... the installation prompt. YEAH!!!

Even though it took me till the wee hours of the morning to get it back running again and the sound didn't quite work, I was proud. I had accomplished something! I learned a valuable lesson that day about computers and if I could remember it I would be glad to share it with you.
Author: Unknown
•9:58 PM
I can't! It adds an extra 100 pounds!!!!

Okay, I know I am already fat and this is an exaggeration but for real! Everyone knows a person appears fatter on video. Maybe it's because we don't really know what we look like so we blame it on the camera. Either way it goes I don't know if I can do it or not.


I mean there are so many questions involved.

What would I say? Who would watch? Who would even care to see it?

I guess I need to tell you what I am talking about. Well, I was talking to my friend at work and I mentioned this blog. Some how the conversation got turned to vlogging and the Shaytards on YouTube. We both are big Shaytards fans. He then asked me why I didn't do vlogs? I just don't think anyone would want to or care to see it.

Anyway, tell me what you think. Leave a comment and let me know if I should try vlogging or even what I would even vlog about. I am counting on you to help me in this decision. Later!
Author: Unknown
•2:18 PM
Something Old. Something New. There is something in my stinking shoe!

I am talking about my life with three "beautiful" children not the wedding thing.


I went to wake my now 12 year old daughter this morning so she could get in the shower and get ready for school. Normal, everyday routine. I turn on the light, yank the cover off of her head and tell her to, "hurry up and get in the shower and save your brother some hot water." This loving statement was greeted with the squinted eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and usual grunt in disagreement. Although this morning she tried to be "nice" and asked if her brother could go first. This may seem to her as being nice and allowing her brother to go first and usual the fresh hot water. Her intentions were that if he went first then she would get to sleep a few minutes more. Wrong!

She didn't get to go first and went to bathe reluctantly.

My kids think they can come up with some new tricks, arguments, or reverse psychology but there is nothing new under the sun right? I keep telling them that no matter what they try I am sure I have tried it when I was there age. It just amazed me, and I am sure it amazed my parents when I was young, that these kids keep trying these "new ideas". It's just funny and very entertaining to see history repeat itself. Everything from stories, to jokes, to excuses, and even lies get repeated from one generation to the next. You would think that someone would actually come up with something genuinely new.

Keep trying kids! I love you anyway.

Oh, by the way, I wish my four year old would realize that my shoe is not a good hiding place for his toys.
Author: Unknown
•9:03 PM
He told me not to wear boxers...


Yes, my Granddaddy gave me a lecture on why I shouldn't wear boxer shorts. He said a man needed support! I know it sounds funny but he cared. That's what some people didn't understand about him, he may have come across harsh but he cared.

I thought the man "walked on water". He seemed to know everything. He seemed to have all the answers. He was my best friend. I remember the time he spent making toy trucks and cars out of scrap pieces of wood so we could play like he used to. I remember how he took up for us boys when we were caught looking at some "dirty" pictures he had hid in his drawer. I remember how he let me go to work with him almost every summer. He was everything to me.

Then one day he went to the doctor and they said he had skin cancer. He listened to the doctor's advice and had a skin graft done on his face to remove this cancer. It went well and he healed well. This was not the end...

Cancer was found in his lungs next. He took radiation for a while and it seemed to work. The cancer was in remission. This was not the end...

It did not go away, it spread. It eventually spread to other parts including his brain...

I watched the strongest man I know fade into a withering shell. He left us slowly. I used to sit up with him at night while Granny slept. It was devastating to watch him stair at me with his eyes watering, wanting to say something but couldn't. To see him go from working on cars to being straw fed was defeating. He left us in 1999. I have never felt such hurt or pain. I lost my grandfather. I lost my mentor. I lost my best friend.

If there was ever a time I need his words, his hug, his presence....it's now.
Author: Unknown
•1:41 PM
Hey! Look at me!!

I know, the two exclamations points at the end of that is one too many. I can't help it, she wouldn't look at me. I know what you are thinking, "What is this fool talking about?" Well, I am about to tell you!

Hold on...


Hold on........


Wait for it..........


I know I shouldn't do stupid stuff like that but it is funny to me. 


     Anyway, as I was saying, she wouldn't look at me. Seriously, she wouldn't. I guess I better back up a bit to tell how we got to this point. So, Lisa and I began our relationship and I knew it was different. After a long month I decided to ask her to marry me. Yes, a month, that's what I said. Her birthday was coming up and I wanted to ask her then. I had to plan and plot quickly. I bought a ring, made my plans, and about had a nervous breakdown. After all, I had just turned 21 and here I was talking about getting married. This was crazy talk! Of course people told me to be sure about what I was doing and to me there was nothing I was more sure of. 

     I planned to have her a birthday party at my parents house. Decorations were up and the cake was out. All I needed there was Lisa. There we were with family, friends, and a thunderstorm. Go figure huh? I thought that this was going to be great, the night was going to be ruined by Mother Nature. I was completely wrong though. Everyone was gathered around the table and I was sweating profusely. Then the lights went out. I knew this shall not stand in my way. With the candles lit and it dark all around she opened her gifts one by one. She finally opened the card that was from me. I got down on one knee as she read it holding the little box in my hand. At the bottom of this card it read, "Will You Marry Me?"

I wanted anxiously for her response. (Here it is.) She wouldn't look at me! It seemed like an eternity that I waited next to her on one knee. Finally, my mother's patience drew to an end and she blurted out, "Well?" I guess this snapped her out of shock and to my surprise she said, "Yes!" My heart stopped and I almost fell over. I was in disbelief that she said yes to me. Everything went perfectly that night. Even the power outage gave it a romantic feel. I just wish she didn't scare me by not looking at me and giving me an answer right away. 

I do know now that this is a common trait of hers. She is not good at making snap decisions. You should see what happens at the drive through. She can't decide!
Author: Unknown
•1:52 PM
     I remember taking that drive to Byram. I was going to meet someone and I was extremely nervous. Especially since I was going to be around a bunch of people I didn't know. Her name was Janna, and she was who I was going to meet. Her friends thought we would hit it off because we had so much in common. So, I go and am introduced to everyone. I had a good time talking and hanging out but she didn't seem to like me. I think my biggest hurt was not that she didn't like me but that I was embarrassed from being rejected.

     Anyway, there was someone else there that I caught the eye of, Lisa was her name. I do not recall her flirting with me that night but she definitely stepped up the conversations with me on the phone. We started to talk more and more and I realized that I liked this girl. She was sweet and funny. We started to spend some time together and just really clicked. I really struggled though because she had been divorced. I prayed and prayed over what to do because I really liked her and for someone that wanted to be a minister it was a big decision. I come to find out that the divorce was not her fault. That helped me make the decision to have a relationship with her. I had talked to her about this while I was trying to decide and made the agreement that I would not kiss her unless we could have a relationship together.

     So, I had to tell her what I had decided. I took her to a park and when we got there it was chilly. I decided to get my jacket out of the back of my truck and give it to her. While I was digging for it she started to back away. I thought that was strange. She told me later on that she thought I was looking for a weapon of some sort to hurt or kill her with. We then sat down at one of the picnic tables to discuss this next step. As I looked at her I realized even more how beautiful she was. I told her that I had made a decision. Then we were interrupted by a guy that lived next the this park. He was standing outside burning something in the ditch in front of his house. Oh, did I mention he was wearing only his underwear?!

     Anyway, I looked at Lisa and did the only thing I could do. I couldn't put into words what I was thinking or feeling. So, I kissed her. She knew then what my answer was and I knew then that there was something special about this girl. This was the beginning...
Author: Unknown
•12:58 PM
What are you looking at? 

That's where this little episode started. My Granddaddy looking up toward a tree was enough to peak my curiosity. This prompted me to ask, "What are you looking at?" He pointed up to a limb way up high and said there was a raccoon up there. I didn't quite understand why he was staring at that raccoon. Looking back I guess he must have been planning what he wanted us to do. Well, he looked at my cousin, Trey, and I then spoke these words, "We are going to catch him." 

Do what?! That thing was a wild animal. What business did we have trying to catch that thing? Of course we wanted to know how we were going to do that. Apparently he had a plan...

His plan was to wait till it come down from the tree and the three of us would be waiting for him. One would have a broom (my Granddaddy) and the others would have these two wicker looked baskets. Needless to say, this was not raccoon catching equipment. My cousin and I could not contain our excitement over the thought of catching an animal. So, we got into position exactly like my Granddaddy said. He backed away from the tree and my cousin and I stood at a distance holding these baskets, ready to pounce when it came time. All we needed now was the raccoon. 

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity the animal slowly came down the tree. The raccoon was not on the ground good when all three of us sprung into action. My Granddaddy came running at it yelling like a wild man swinging that broom, and my cousin and I began the chase. Running around taking orders from my Granddaddy as to which way two go it appeared to be chaos. The poor raccoon was scared to death. It sought refuge in a culvert the sat in a ditch running through the backyard. 

Here comes my cousin to the rescue! He stands there yelling and watching its every move. My Granddaddy gets my cousin at one end with the basket, thinking that he can force it into it from the other end. What he was not counting on was the raccoon running out before he could doing anything. Now it's a foot race back to the tree. My Granddaddy chasing the raccoon till it gets to the tree and does the unexpected...

It turns around!

Now my Granddaddy is being chased by the raccoon! That had to have been one of the funniest things I have ever seen. He runs back toward my Trey and I with the raccoon in pursuit and that's when we catch it. I do not recall who actually caught it but I do remember the growling and yelping that thing did. 

We were victorious! He was placed in a cardboard box with a piece of glass on top so we could see in it. I know now that we should have left it alone. It did escape a couple of days later when it rained and the box collapsed. Even though it was gone this wonderful memory stayed with me. I loved my Granddaddy for giving me such good times. I miss him so much. 
Author: Unknown
•7:00 AM
Playing games as a child was always fun. Running around, jumping, yelling, and even the occasional win made it even better. Now, those that know me know that I have never been the athletic type. I didn't play football, baseball, or any sport growing up. Don't get me wrong, I like to throw a ball on occasion. Sometimes playing these games is not always that fun.

I can recall one instance that they were not fun.

I can not remember what age I was during this first story but it had to have been around the mid to late 1980's. I wasn't quite a preteen nor was I in kindergarten but that's neither here nor there. Anyway, my sister and I were at our grandparents house in the backyard. We had decided to play baseball. We had a bat and a ball (we were ready for the Majors). So, there we were in the backyard ready to play some ball. I was up to bat and my sis was on the mound (well, she stood about 12 or so feet away from me). She was pitching the ball over-handed and I just couldn't seem to hit it. Of course I didn't take into consideration my lack of athletic ability. As she continued to try, I continued to miss. In my frustration I suggested trying to throw it under-handed. She refused of course and I insisted. She argued that she couldn't throw that way.

I should have listened. As soon as the ball left her hand I knew I was in trouble. There was no stopping what was about to happen. The next thing I know, "POW!" right in the ear. Immediately following that was the fluid motion of me going limp and falling to the ground. No, I didn't pass out but I probably would have welcomed the relief from the sudden onset of pain. My sis was scared, I guess she thought she killed me at first. After running to get help the first thing she said to me was, "I told you I couldn't throw under-handed." Those were words of wisdom I carried with me for the rest of my childhood. That day, my baseball career ended.

I still love my sis but to this day I refuse to play baseball with her.
Author: Unknown
•7:43 AM
ROCK n' ROLL!!!

Well, maybe it was country music but we were still jammin'. My Uncle played in a band for as far back as I can remember. He was probably the one that influenced me to pick up a guitar. I remember going to the "shop" that my Grandfather run his new towing service from to hear the band my uncle was in practice for the upcoming shows. It was awesome to a kid around the age of 7 or 8 (okay, I can't remember exactly what age but it was around 1988 or 89).

My cousin (it was his dad that played in the band) and I had the great idea that we were going to get up there with them and sing. We were in a back room plotting our debut. We choreographed our moves and practiced the lyrics. Nothing sounded better than the sound of Alabama's song "Roll On" being sung by us. Man, we hyped ourselves up and marched in there to demand our shot at stardom. Just like any other bold and brave kid would do, we faced our parents and... sheepishly asked if we could sing with them. Yea, where's the boldness and bravery? It left as soon as we walked out of that room.

They talked to the guys in the band and they were happy to oblige our request to "sit in" with the band. That's when our planning went out the window. No more choreography. No more lyrics. Every thing was forgotten as soon as we were told we could. That's is when the childhood shyness kicked in full blast. As any good parent would do they kept "encouraging" us to get up there and do our thing. After all, who would not want a good laugh at a child's expense? There is nothing more funny than a kid making a fool of themselves right?

The show did go on! Well, minus one person. My cousin refused to get up there and sing. I continued on this road to fame and fortune reluctantly. I sang my heart out! Not really but I did sing sheepishly. I made it through my first performance with pride. Unfortunately there were no record labels racing to sign me as the next George Strait. There were no fans or groupies. There was though, a feeling of accomplishment. In my own little way I did what most people nowadays would say, "I rocked my face off!"
Author: Unknown
•9:09 AM
I remember crawling around on all fours...

Yes, that's what I said, I crawled around on all fours. You may be thinking that I am either being funny or recalling a time when I was a baby. Nope, I am talking about the earliest memory I have. I was in kindergarten and it was the annual kindergarten play. This play consisted of various nursery rhymes being acted out. I was fortunate enough to land the all important role as the lamb in "Mary had a little lamb." I don't remember much else about the play except crawling out there and getting laughed at. That is the story of my life though, getting laughed at.

I do also recall the usual stuff such as the smell and a little about the classroom. I even remember the kindergarten crush, only because we met again in fifth grade at another school. Of course, my family ended up moving and I had to switch to another school. I didn't understand then why we move so much but I was 6 so the only thing that mattered to me then was cartoons and toys.

I did meet a long time friend in kindergarten, Kevin. We stayed friends all through adolescence and teen years. He was my best friend. I spent many weekends at his house. It was with his family that I was introduced to church. His family went every Sunday and Wednesday. Kevin's mom was definitely different from mine. She was strict, protective, and very frugal (well, I didn't realize that then). She was caring as well. She ended being the Assistant Teacher when I was in 1st grade. I didn't find out till many years later that she kept all of the drawings I had done in class and at her house. She really cared about me.

I am not sure why I am writing about this but I have had some time to reflect a little lately. I guess I am re-evaluating my life in some sense. I may continue and write more about my life on here. Who knows, maybe then I can truly understand why my life is out of season.
Author: Unknown
•9:00 AM
Saturday April 24, 2010......

Weekends should be relaxing and enjoyed, or so society has taught us. Well, I guess not just society but Scripture as well. God did ordain the Sabbath and said for man to rest on that day. Sadly, life never takes a break. It is always busy around my house with three kids. There seems to be never a dull moment. Always someone yelling, laughing, fighting, or in the case of my 4 year old... asking questions. Why this and why that, is what he asks about everything. "Why?" is a question we all ask at many times.

Why do things happen?

I have been given many different answers to this question. Some have said that it is by chance, other say destiny. I have heard it said that "bad" things happen because we live in a sin tainted world. Then there are those that proclaim God's Sovereignty over life and everything that happens in it. I am not sure I completely understand how or why things happen in this life but I do know that people are effected. That's what brings me to Saturday April 24, 2010.

I woke up to nothing new. The usual time of kids fighting over what to watch and continuously saying they are hungry. Then, the phone rings... of course I don't answer because I thinks it's my mother calling. I checked the voice mail and it turned out not to be her. So, I returned the call only to find out that a very close friend (I guess you can say a best friend) had been in the ER that previous night. His head was banged up trying to keep two friends from fighting. It doesn't surprise me that he would get between two men that were a good foot taller than he is because that is just the way he is. He is doing OK, a little shaken but OK. I do know that he touched the hearts of those two mean by his actions.

The following bit of news I received from a friend on facebook mid-morning Saturday...

A dear friend passed away. She was killed in a car accident. She was a beautiful person inside and out. She displayed the selfless love that some can only dream of. She not only coordinated volunteers but also volunteered herself at a hospice and home health company. She loved people but most of all she loved serving people. She was active at her church, where she taught children this same love that she learned from Jesus. There is no other person I know who gave the way she did. I know that she is standing in Glory hearing those words "Welcome home, my good and faithful servant."

To my two friends I want to say this...

Andrew, thank you for being a courageous Christian in trying to help those you care about.

And to quote and beautiful song...

Marla, thank you for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed and I am so glad you gave.

You will be missed but I know heaven is celebrating your return.
Author: Unknown
•3:12 PM
If you anything about computer networks then this make sense. If you don't I apologize for the confusion.

I work in IT and have taken one certification exam. I am currently studying for another exam on networking. This may sound strange or just plain weird but there is some similarities between our relationship with God and client-server networks. Think about it:

The client (Christians) doesn't have have access to all of the resources available unless it is connected to the server (God, not saying God is a servant).

Not only this but through the server we are connected to other clients resources (prayer, encouragement, support, etc.)

I could go deeper into and in a future post I may but for a lack of time I will keep this short. Have a blessed day!
Author: Unknown
•10:30 AM
What a wretch I am...

There has been no truer words spoken in light of God's presence. Today, is "Good Friday" and we are to focus on the crucifixion of the man named Jesus. There was no greater sacrifice than what He gave, fulfilling God's plan of redemption for mankind. How wonderful it is to know that God, in the flesh, would taste of this pain filled world and suffer death for you and me.

We are so undeserving of this love. We are so undeserving of this mercy and grace.

We go about our days thinking, saying, and doing things that God despises but the world says is ok. Then we base our eternity on a single decision we made at some point in life. This, my friend, is unscriptural! Where is the proof in our lives that that decision made any difference?

Scripture says plainly that you know a tree by its fruit. We can see the proof of who Jesus is in the resurrection. We can claim to be something but there has to be evidence of it. Jesus did not just claim something, He proved it. Our own lives proves whether or not that decision to accept Christ meant anything. Yes, we may stumble and fall as "believers" but if God is working in us then we will allow Him to pick us up, show us what we did wrong, and give us the ability to change if we are willing. Our sinful flesh fights continuously against the working of the Holy Spirit as God works in us to be transformed.

What a wretch I am to take the opportunity afforded me through the crucifixion, death, and resurrection of Jesus and marr it with my sinful life. My hearts desire should be on pleasing God and doing His will, not my own self-pleasure and satisfaction. Do we truly want to walk around claiming to be "Christian" and then living a life that contradicts what it truly means? Do we really want to bring His sacrifice to an "open shame"?

Again, what a wretch I am...

Father in heaven, as I reflect upon what you sacrificed for me, I am reminded again that I am unworthy. Even though I am a wretched man You still love me. You reached across eternity and entered a condemned world to bring redemption. There is no greater love than that. Even though I fail you are still there, lovingly correcting and calling me back. I thank you for the salvation that is brought in what happened, not only on calvary, but that empty tomb. Without the resurrection there would be no hope for me. I love you and all I have to give is my life. Please continue to mold and transform me into who You want me to be.
Author: Unknown
•9:13 AM
The first three verses of chapter 4 start us off on what prompted Jesus to go to Galilee. The Pharisees found out that Jesus was baptizing and making more disciples than John (vv 1-3). Jesus knew they found out so He decided to leave Judea and head toward Galilee. In order to go the shortest route to Galilee a person had to go through Samaria. So, what’s the big deal with the Samaritans?

You see, the Samaritan people were not looked up highly by the Jews. The Samaritans were Jews mixed with a pagan people. Their lineage included people that were brought over after the Babylonian Captivity in 722 BC. Back then, when a people was conquered and taken into captivity the captors would bring in other people to keep the land so it would not go desolate. After many years of these new people living in the northern half of the kingdom they mixed with the Jewish people that were left behind. This caused the “pure Jewish” people in that area to become mixed with “outsiders”.  After the return of the Jews from captivity there was a sense of impurity and betrayal by the Jews on the Samaritans. The divisiveness even affected the worship of the groups as seen in this morning’s text.  The Jews would try to stay away from the Samaritans if at all possible. 

It is suggested that if a Jew had to travel and Samaria was on the way then this person would go out of his way to go around Samaria if possible. In the beginning of this text we see Jesus going through Samaria and he encounters a woman at Jacob’s well. What’s the big deal with Him going through Samaria? Like I pointed out earlier, Jews usually tried to avoid the Samaritans by going around Samaria. Jesus on the other hand went where others would not. He went through Samaria.
He went where other would not. Jesus knew the reason He was here. He knew He must minister to all people regardless of what others thought or did. This is a great example that Jesus set for us. It can be seen all throughout the New Testament up until modern times. One good example would be the life of a Belgian priest.

In the 1800's, the Hawaiian Islands suffered a severe leprosy epidemic, which was dealt with largely by isolating lepers on the island of Molokai. They were simply dumped there and left to fend for themselves. The crews of the boats carrying them there were afraid to land, so they simply came in close and forced the lepers to jump overboard and scramble through the surf as best they could. Ashore, they found no law and no organized society, simply desperate persons waiting for death. A Belgian missionary priest, Joseph Van Veuster (Damien of the Fathers of the Sacred Heart), born in 1840, came to Hawaii in 1863, and in 1873 was sent at his own request to Molokai to work among the lepers.
Joseph Van Veuster followed Jesus’ example. He went where others would not.

Another prime example would be the five missionaries who traveled to Equador.
In 1956, Nate Saint, flew a Piper Cruiser plane with four other missionaries into the jungles of Equador and dared to make contact with the most dangerous tribe known to man, the Waodani (whoa-DONNY) also known as “Auca,” or naked savage.
After several months of exchanging gifts with the natives, the five men were speared multiple times and hacked to death with machetes.
Nate Saint went where others would not.

These men did the unthinkable. They went against their better judgment. They probably went against the advice and opinion of others. All to bring the message of Salvation to people that needed it. They knew God wanted to carry the gospel to others so they went where others would not.
Would you do what Jesus did? Would you do what these men did? Would you go to the “ghetto”, to a prison, to a half-way house, or even down the street to a neighbor that you feel God wants you to share the gospel with? Back to John 4. Jesus not only went where others would not, He reached out to those others would not.

There are several statements in this passage that indicate what kind of woman this woman was.
The latter part of verse six says it was about the sixth hour. This means it was about the middle of the day. Back then people would come out and get water either early in the morning or in the evening while it was cool. Not in the hot afternoon sun. This could indicate she may have been trying to avoid people.
She also asks why He (Jesus) would not only be talking to a Samaritan but a Samaritan woman. Women back then were looked down upon as lesser people.  She had two negative things against here in this sentence.

Of course we see that Jesus Himself points out what kind of woman she was in this passage. Look at verses 16-18:
16He told her, "Go, call your husband and come back."
17"I have no husband," she replied. Jesus said to her, "You are right when you say you have no husband. 18The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have just said is quite true."

You see she had been around the block a time or two. She possibly wore a scarlet letter.
Jesus reached out to this sinful woman anyway. We have seen this display of Jesus reaching out to sinners in various other instances in the Gospels. John 7 also tells of the adulterous woman brought before Jesus to be stoned. He also reached out to many more “sinful” people. People that were looked down upon by the rest of society, the tax collector and even the thief that hung next to him on a cross.

Let’s look back at the story about Joseph Van Veuster the priest who lived with the lepers:
He organized burial details and funeral services, so that death might have some dignity. He taught the people how to grow crops and feed themselves better. He organized a choir, and got persons to sing who had not sung in years. He gave them medical attention. (Government doctors had been making regular visits, but they were afraid of contagion, and would not come close to the patients. They inspected their sores from a distance and then left medicines on a table and fled. Damien personally washed and anointed and bandaged their sores.) There was already a small chapel on the island. It proved too small, and with the aid of patients he built a larger one, which soon overflowed every Sunday. You see, he reached to those that others would not just as Jesus did.

Jesus went even further than just reaching out to them, He forgave those others would not. His message of salvation, which brought forgiveness of sins, was not only shared with this woman. It was brought to the people of Sychar, in Samaria. The people of this town came to see and hear the Messiah all because of one woman’s testimony. They believed the testimony of a sinful woman. After all, that’s who Jesus came to save. He came to save sinners! Jesus did this all throughout His ministry. Think back to the tax collector, he found salvation in Jesus and his life changed. Then there is the adulterous woman, she was brought before Jesus to be stoned but she found salvation and was not stoned. Even the thief that hung next to him on the cross, he found salvation in Jesus and was promised that he would be in paradise with Jesus.

Let’s go back to the story about Nate Saint and the Waodani:
Nate’s son Steve ended up visiting the tribe that was responsible for the death of his father. After spending time with them and especially the man who was responsible for the killing blow to his father, Mincaye, he forgave them. Him and Mincaye formed a special bond between each that can only be explained when you include God in the equation, Steve Saint said. Steve forgave these people when others may not if they were in the same situation. He forgave those men that took the life of his father. Not only this, but the Gospel was brought to the Waodani. They received Jesus as their Savior.

This is what forgiveness is all about. We, as sinners, do not deserve forgiveness. God did what others could not. He brought forgiveness through His Son. He brought salvation! Salvation was brought to these people because these five men went where no one else would. You see the Samaritan people asked Jesus to come and stay with them and He did. His words brought others to believe. Salvation was brought to a people that the Jews thought should not have it.

All because Jesus did what others would not do.

Would you follow Jesus’ example? Would you step out and do what others would not?
Would you go out into the places that most people stay away from to share the gospel?
Would you reach out to them like Van Veuster who reached out to the lepers in Hawaii?
Would you share the gospel of Jesus Christ with them so they have a chance at salvation and forgiveness the way the five missionaries did for the Waodani?

Would you do what others wouldn’t do?

Author: Unknown
•3:05 PM
There he (or she) is. Standing in the pulpit reading and maybe yelling a little, bringing God's word to the congregation. Afterwards he shakes the hands of those in attendance as they leave. Each giving their approval of that days message. Smiling and being very humble while receiving the compliments.

Sounds familiar? It happens every Sunday and Wednesday (depending on your particular denomination). The Pastor does his thing and hopefully the congregation will not see behind that smile. In the back of his mind he deals with such things as "don't say this" or "don't do that". You know you can't write something like that on your Facebook status. I know it is funny in a 12 year old kind of way but what will the people think? No, you can't tell anyone about the problems you have at home. That is between you and God.

Why must minister's live behind the mask they have been trained to? I have heard and read that those in ministry live in "glass houses". Well guess what! They may be glass but the walls have been painted to depict what should be seen. How sincere and honest is this? What is wrong with a man of God standing up in the pulpit and telling his congregation that he has struggles just the way they do? He's not Jesus. He's not exempt from the trials and sufferings of this sinful world.

I understand the Biblical requirements of a Pastor. "Above reproach," yea, even the prophets of old were not. I know how I must come across in writing all of this but what I want is sincerity. I want honesty. Paul wrote candidly about his struggles, why not us? Are we any better? Nope, not the last time I checked. Let's quit turning people off by the "holier than thou" routine and reach out to them and say "hey, I hurt and I struggle. I understand where you are coming from but Jesus will get us through this." Let's search the scriptures together for the answers. There is no reason to hide.
Author: Unknown
•8:55 PM
I have had this two word statement running laps in my head. What am I getting ready for? I guess right now God only knows. My confusion is in how you get ready for something when you don't know what it is. Is it a ministry opportunity? Is it some life changes that are around the corner? Is it the coming of the Lord Jesus Christ?

I just don't know! I will pray for guidance and clarity on this matter and will keep plugging along till I know what's up. So, take heed my brothers and sisters in the Lord! I am going to "Get Ready!"
Author: Unknown
•9:22 PM
"I want you to be merciful; I don't want your sacrifices. I want you to know God; that's more important than burnt offerings."- Hosea 6:6

There it is. Straight from God's own "mouth". This is what He wants. Doesn't seem very difficult when you really look at it. How in the world do we take something seemingly so simple and make it harder than it should be? It's because we let "self" get in the way of it.

The preceding verses give what is believed to be a model prayer for the people of Israel. They say, "1Come, let us return to the LORD! He has torn us in pieces; now he will heal us. He has injured us; now he will bandage our wounds. 2In just a short time, he will restore us so we can live in his presence. 3Oh , that we might know the LORD! Let us press on to know him! Then he will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn or the coming of rains in early spring" in verses 1-3 of chapter 6. The people of Israel appear to realize what they have done. They recognize the sin they have committed and the judgment that has come upon them because of this sin. They even recognize that in drawing closer to Him they will be "healed". What strikes me in this is the latter part of verse 3. They seem so sure that if they do this then God will respond. This comes across a little arrogant.

They just knew that this punishment would not last long if they just give God what He wanted. How arrogant of them. Let's just do this so we can get the punishment stopped. This is not what God wanted. He wanted a true heart change. He wanted them, not just their actions.
The burnt offerings and sacrifices were meaningless without the relationship with Him. They were meaningless without the love and mercy that is shown through someones life that has that relationship with God. They missed the point. Their repentance should have been based on a response to the God they worshiped and not to the simple fact that it would end the punishment.

God sees through this charade. He says in verse 4, "'Oh Israel and Judah, what should I do with you?' asks the Lord. 'For your love vanishes like the morning mist and disappears like dew in the sunlight.'" He knew their hearts. He knew how fleeting this repentance would be. Just as the morning mist or dew is evaporated and disappears so would this so called "change of heart". God sent warnings of the impending doom. His prophets proclaimed this message (v. 5) and the only response is one of arrogance and a false sense of security.

God saw the atrocities being committed by the priests. The people who were supposed to be the spiritual leaders of this nation. The people were robbing travelers and the priests were murdering. They were defiled by the "chasing after other gods." This went completely against God's Law. This went against what He wanted for His people. He wanted mercy! He wanted devotion to Him. They gave Him the opposite and then tried to give lip service when He punished them. Regardless of this meaningless cry of repentance, punishment was coming. God knew He had to draw the line here. He stated in verse 5, "My judgement will strike you as surely as day follows night." His justice is right and sure.

Let's not miss the point of what God want from us. He wants a personal relationship with us. In this relationship our hearts can and will be changed to exhibit to this world the mercy and love that only comes from knowing the Father in heaven. This is where the Israelites slipped up. They wanted forgiveness without any true change taking place on their part but in a true relationship with God there is always change.
Author: Unknown
•11:55 AM
I have had this sense of there being something missing lately. I can not quite put my finger on what it is either. Maybe it's just because I am not at school on-campus now. After all I did spend a year and a half going to classes full time. This kept me busy reading, studying, and doing homework. Now, I am working full time and not in school. I am trying to get everything together to re-enroll at Wesley College but in their online program. This is exciting because I had to withdraw rather sudden and unexpectedly in the fall of 2009.

That's not it though. I somewhat feel I should be doing something. Something meaningful and purposeful. I feel I am living on the sidelines somewhat. I do not feel I am in the "battlefield" but hiding in the bunker. We are to fight the good fight but I do not feel I am fighting. God has placed a call on my life and I feel I am not fulfilling it. I am still completely lost as to where He wants me to serve. I really envy people that were raised in a particular church and do not question the doctrine they believe. I on the other hand have been exposed to various doctrines and am not sure where to go.

I just want to fulfill this "call" and please the Father in heaven. I want to fill this hole that is in my life. I really need some direction.