i wish we had a basketball
version of this in the united states....
Friday, August 22, 2008
17 years ago, when i was a sophmore in high school, i hung around some pretty crazy guys. one of which was a pyromaniac by the name of glen. first time i ever saw glen was when he was in the process of making a bomb out of fire crackers out in west texas. i remember i was driving up to a friend's house; there he was, crouched over one of those old school big wooden spool things the power company uses to stretch out cable. back then we used them as tables.
i always loathed orange cones for some reason. their presence out on an open road has always annoyed me.
in high school, i was always this semi-innocent christian kid that didn't get into too much trouble. the crazy stuff i would do, would usually entail this really twisted sense of humor. well, one day the orange cones and i had a fight, and i won. i was riding in a 1978 GMC stepside pickup.
it looked kind of like this:
well, my brother and i were going down the road, and he says, "hey - i betcha' you wouldn't run over those cones."
i was always the innocent one you know.
he was wrong...
i hate orange cones.
bop bop bop bop bop bop bop.
which brings me to about a month ago.... my wife and i were out on a much needed date...going down a road here in town with a lot of construction. i hate cones! concrete walls on one side, cones on the other - one lane. here comes an ambulance behind us...honking like mad, trying to get through on their way to the hospital. i thought, oh no - there's probably someone in there in really bad condition. i figured that i would just gently push them cones aside - well needless to say, the cones lost again. one particular cone though got mad at me and decided he was going to hang on for dear life underneath my car. everywhere i went, it wouldn't stop making this horrendous scratching noise from beneath my vehicle. did i say that i hate cones? so, i decide im just going to stop right there and take care of this cone situation. well, i get out and people are honking and stuff cause im in their way, and im like, "hey, it's an emergency, hold on!!!" so, im tugging as hard as i can and this cone is just really stuck somewhere up in the under carriage of my car. as you can imagine, my wife is a little horrified at this moment. so, i finally get to where i can get the cone's top underneath one tire so that it'll hold as i finish running over it. ahhhh, finally the cone loosens it's hold and my car is free from it's cold grip. i go a few feet down the road, and i decide that im going to let this lady that was honking at me the whole time go around me. so, here my wife and i are still a little shaken from the emergency ambulance - cone caper, and i decide im going to pull off to the side to let impatient driver lady go around me. well, wouldn't you know, there's that cone again, some how stuck to her back bumper, dragging behind her - with the lady totally unaware! there is no tellin' how far she drug that cone. it was awesome. my wife and i laughed so hard, it was painful.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
i really love the power of this image, especially in the day and time that we live. you know, in the early 1900's, they didn't have hardly any electronic based entertainment. the best it got was a radio or a record player. many households at certain times of the day or afternoon, would gather around listen to the news or radio shows. entertainment was human based. plays, movies, music, dance, radio, social clubs, sports, - etc. was the entertainment of the day. this is how people passed their time if they were not working. it gave a sense of community because humans relied directly on each other for almost every part of their lives. now-a-days youth rely on things like fake animated characters, or ipods, or the like so as to tune the world out. faceless names on a computer screen seperated by the internet, lying to one another about how cool they really are, or at best let's take our most flattering somewhat sexy digital snapshot of ourselves so that we can upload it on myspace. it's the mp3 and video game generation. it's sensationalism, and we cant get enough. special effects 10 years ago are cheesy now. we need more and more and more .... dulling our minds until we can't feel anymore. it's got to taste sweeter, sound fuller; more eye candy, more more more. most people live only in the world of their five senses, shutting themselves off- and the whole time the idea of community is dying. most people never reach beyond this world of their senses, and the whole time, the temple is empty, waiting for His presence; while most are somewhere out there beyond the outer courts.... Paul said, "dont you know that you are a temple of the Holy Spirit?" God forbid that we should be ever so distracted.... i can feel it some times trying to creep in. let's sit down for a long while and "listen....."
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
i was listening to a sermon on the radio yesterday, and i was really impressed by this guy. i have heard him before on several occasions, still not sure what his name was though.
anyway, he was talking about how Jesus Christ's sacrifice on the cross for our sins was and is good enough permanently. we don't have to add anything to it, and as a matter of fact...when we try to earn his salvation, or when we feel like we are not good enough for it, we are essentially saying that what he achieved on the cross, is not good enough, nor is it powerful enough to reach us in our mess. this of course is by far, not the case. what Jesus did for us that day has made us COMPLETELY whole and without sin. hard to grasp huh? it is for me too, but i do believe it. i believe not with my mind, but through faith. romans chapter 7 and 8 are great. check out 7:17.
i think after the realization of this, we need to not take this for granted, nor sin more so that grace can abound...but let this realization compel us to make right decisions. even when you do what you don't want to do, Jesus' blood is good enough and powerful enough. the realization of this is the start of our abundant life. it's in this fullness of life that we really start to see sin for what it is. it's terrible, it's ugly, and it's powerless. as we get to know Him, and hang out with him more, we'll start looking more like Him - this is what sanctification means. what a joy! what great news! Christ's death on the cross and His resurrection has conquered sin and death! it's good enough.
Monday, August 18, 2008
whoa, yesterday i saw an awesome mullet, but i didnt have time to take a picture...
i am reminded of a time when i was a micro-legendary rock star traveling in a band to san antonio, Texas on one of our tours. we decided we would do some outreach concerts for a guy over there (who we will call "mark" - who happened to be kevin prosch's ex-road manager), who ran a really cool street level ministry. well, everyone had heard about this guy's mullet. it was one of those really long kentucky waterfall types that would make even the bravest livingston parish soul shudder in fear. yeah...one of those kind.
well anyway, we were to meet at our lead singer's house to get in the van so that we could go over there and play some gigs... our soundman and road manager neil was really late. we weren't for sure what was taking so long...but we knew it must have been really important because neil was NEVER late.
right when it was reaching to the point of frustration about his tardiness, here comes neil with the fattest dukes of hazard mullet i've seen in a good long time. business in the front, party in the back. he steps out of his truck with a cape on and a large "M" on his shirt....yelling, " i am mullett man!"
well, we finally convinced him to not be mullett man around "mark" because we were afraid of hurting his feelings.
when we got there, we met "mark," and yep, there it was. it was the real deal...
the next several hours was really tough. neil (mullet man) would wait until "mark" would leave the room and then neil in a superman type of transformation would enter the van as neil the soundman and exit as mullet man. he'd run around the room with his arms outstretched holding out his flowing red cape yelling "i am mullet man!!!" then we'd all get upset and humored at the same time...telling him to leave before "mark" came back....
well, luckily "mark" never saw mullet man, uh, i mean neil do this, but to our surprise a few weeks after the gig, we received notice that "mark" had indeed shaved his mullet, complete with before and after pictures!!!!
we are thinking that perhaps he caught wind of mullet man.....
(this story is slightly embellished - but not much!!!)
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
all together now! i love this picture....this picture is from the early 1900's. for some reason it reminds me of the church. what do you think? what does it speak to you?
I think it could be a really great album cover for a punk record.