Showing posts from August, 2006

Ernesto Hoopla

Here in Walterboro, we are about an hour from the coast of Charleston, SC, where Ernesto was expected to hit today. The local schools were closed today, and the local Walmart was "ransacked" by overly cautious consumers purchasing batteries, water, bread, generators, flashlights, transistor radios, walkie-talkies, and, of course, milk, which in the event of a power loss, would spoil. So much for cereal. In the wake of the 1 year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, and the fact that our Governor is in a re-election campaign, I believe that we have once again overreacted. Even as I write, there has only been a slight intermittent drizzle of rain off and on through the day, but no storm. No cloudburst or even a slight gust of wind. Yet they closed the schools!I am originally from Wisconsin, where they don't even close the schools for blizzards, much less a drizzle of rain. Were this an actual emergency, I would not want to be a Walmart employee. On the bright side, th…

Happy Anniversary, baby...yesterday

Tried to do this post for Tracy yesterday and the day before, but blogger was either down or extremely slow.We celebrated our 2 year anniversary in Lexington. We watched my son Cody receive his blue belt in karate, and then Tracy and I went for Chinese food. P.S. Stay tuned for my typepad that I am a serious blogger, I need a serious platform.

On a Lighter Note

Your Taste in Music:80's Rock: Highest Influence80's Alternative: High InfluenceClassic Rock: High InfluenceHair Bands: High InfluenceHeavy Metal: High InfluenceHow's" Your Taste in Music?

Thanks, Cube Rev.

Pondering the Prayer Meeting

It is sort of an unwritten "rule" that the Wednesday night church crowd are the truly committed ones. My experience and observation has indicated that perhaps they are committed to attendance, but not necessarily to prayer. Wednesday night prayer time is often treated as something that needs to be gotten out of the way so that we can get to our Bible lesson, choir practice, and then home. Prayer is not the priority, it is one of many small priorities.

Can a church without prayer as a priority survive? To narrow the scope, can a Christian without prayer as a priority survive? The "pat" response here would be, "Well, no, of course not." Good answer, but is it the right one? I believe that Christians, and even churches can SURVIVE without prayer, but they cannot THRIVE.

The question begs to be answered: Do we want our churches to THRIVE, or merely SURVIVE?

I can only answer for myself. I want to thrive. I really do. I want my church to thrive. I want the life o…

Book Meme...My Reply

Never one to refuse a tag from Rick, here goes:

1. One book that changed your life. THE RIVER OF GOD, by Dutch Sheets

2. One book that you've read more than once. THE PATHWAY TO GOD'S PRESENCE, by Tom Elliff

3. One book you'd want on a desert island. THE BIBLE (with all that free time, I could really delve in there)

4. One book that made you laugh. TOM JONES, by Henry Fielding

5. One book that made you cry. PIERCING THE DARKNESS, by Frank Peretti (the part where Sally Roe gets saved never fails to choke me up)

6. One book that you wish had been written. THE BUFFET DIET

7. One book you wish had never been written. THE PRAYER OF JABEZ, by Bruce Wilkinson (Narcissistic Christian Hedonism running rampant)

8. One book you're currently reading. THE ASHES OF EDEN, by William Shatner (in my opinion, Shatner has penned some of the best STAR TREK novels out there---geek alert!)

9. One book you've been meaning to read. NEW KIND OF CHRISTIAN, by Brian McLaren (and every other book Rick…

Commute Salute

Provided by G. Bradley, who, by the way, works out of his home.

End Transmission

I blogged a few days ago about out transmission going out on our minivan. The van itself has been sitting parked and quite useless in the front yard for several days now. Tracy and I have been making due with our one other vehicle. I believe we are very spoiled, and so I have embraced this as a character builder. Many families out there have only one vehicle. Each day I see a lot of people who walk to and from their jobs. They seemingly have NO vehicle. So I think we have settled fairly well into "one vehicle family" mode. We simply cannot replace a transmission right now. The funds are just not there. We only live a block or so away from the children's school, so walking is not out of the question. We live in a nice neighborhood. No worries.

Last night at our Christian Men's Fellowship (CMF) meeting, I was told that the men had taken up a collection and have arranged to have our van towed to a mechanic with whom they have made arrangements to replace our t…

Has it really been 20 years?

My sources tell me that there wil be an Airport High School class of 1986 reunion in October of this year. I am actually considering going. Why?

I skipped the 5 and 10 year reunions. To be perfectly honest, I had no desire to go. Not that I had a bad time in high school. Quite the opposite. With the exception of dating a bus driver, my high school years are filled with very fond memories.

My best friends from school are still my best friends today. We get together at least once a year and have some laughs. We stay in touch via email, blogs, and good ol' Ma Bell. My friends are gold, and I always enjoy being with them.

The more I think of it, a "reunion ploy" may prove to be quite an adventure. The reunion itself is intriguing, but a reunion of the old gang invading the AHS reunion has great potential. Maybe we can bring our band instruments!

GREAT! Now the darned fight song is stuck in my head.

Has anyone seen or heard from C. Catoe?

I will decide soon if Tracy…

A New Day

Today is a new day. Yesterday was a special day, however. During worship, I shared what I believe to be God's vision for us at Evergreen Christian Church. The vision was revealed and received with great joy. The attendance was our greatest thus far.

Later in the afternoon, we held my Installation Service as the new Pastor. To be surrounded by my family at such a special event was a bit a good way. It has been quite a journey to get to this place, and the whole thing just sort of culminated in a "moment." I got choked.

Today is a new day. I feel refreshed and I am looking forward to the writing of the next chapter of our lives. It has been a long journey for the Evergreen Church family, too. Almost exactly the same amount of time, actually.

Past is passed. Today is a new day.

When It Rains...

Yesterday evening we had quite a storm. When we arrived home from church, we discovered that lightning had apparently zapped our A/C unit. So, as I write, we have a van with a busted transmission, and a zapped A/C. Today's expected high: 104. Woo hoo!

I must be living right, because the enemy seems to be quite unhappy with me.

On a positive note, our Wednesday Night Bible Study had the highest attendance thus far last night. Despite the storm, the youth and children were able to actually enjoy their Back To School Pool Party.

In the words of this generation, "It's all good...."


Last night and this morning, I read through the archives of my blog. It was interesting to relive some of the good, bad, and horrible times of my life from the last couple of years.

Sometimes, in order to move forward, you have to look back at the milestones which brought you to where you are today. My blog indicates that I am quite good at this. Nevertheless, it has been healthy for me. I have finally been able to come to terms with my more painful memories, both recent and past. Some of these memories were hard to relive, and my moods have been up and down like "The Hurler" at Carowinds. But I have finally made peace with my past.

I have discovered that God is leading me to help my wife and church do the same thing. It is easier to help people with things that you have been through. There's not much I haven't done, or at least tried.

This Sunday there will be two major things happening at church. First, I am going to roll out our renewed vision. Second, I am going to …

Monday Challenge

I am always challenged by Rick's thoughts, but this one hit me deep. Read it if you dare.

It Gets To Me Every Single Time

I just caught the last hour of FIELD OF DREAMS on HBO while flipping channels. I have seen this film many times. I even have it on DVD. It is truly one of my all time favorites. I must admit that the ending causes my tear glands to overflow every single time.

The next to the last line, "Dad? You wanna have a catch?" Is the place where I really lose it.

For me, the movie is very close and personal. I hardly knew my father. For many years, I didn't even like him. I ignored him. I was waiting for him to come crawling back to me and apologize for all of the broken promises and lost years. He never did, and I realized too late that he didn't have to. Like John Kinsella in the movie, he died way too soon. He never knew my wife or kids. He'd have gotten a real kick out of them, and vice versa.

I can honestly say that I would give absolutely anything for the chance to play catch with my Dad, whether it be here in Walterboro, or in an Iowa corn field. I would love to sit and…

Back to School

Lately I have been in a blog funk...not much to write about. So, once again, I have borrowed an idea from Rick which has inspired a thought or two.

Summer vacation is almost over. All of my kids are starting new schools this year. To answer Rick's question, I always looked forward to the first day of school. Summer vacation had a way of "wiping the slate clean" from the previous school year. Every year was an open door into a new world of possibilities. New friends, new teachers, and new subjects.

At the same time, there was a reunion with old friends, along with new memories to create.

I confess to always being somewhat sad when the school year ended. Summer vacation was never all that exciting to me.

I am thankful that in the same way that the first day of school is a new start, each day is filled with the promise that God's "mercies are new each morning." Likewise, each day is filled with new possibilities, and opportunities to make a difference.