Today I took grandson Ian to preschool. Our deep theological discussion centered around Star Wars. Ian loves to debate whether or not Darth Vader actually was Luke Skywalker’s father. I sometimes find his arguments unanswerable. He thinks way beyond me. He’s in a different zone.
This afternoon I have the honor of attending a signing ceremony at Rogersville High School. This will be my first time there. Drew Dunton, one of our accomplished high school seniors, is signing a letter of intent to attend Mid-America Nazarene College in Kansas City on a basketball scholarship. I had opportunity to watch him play this year. Impressive. Congratulations, Drew. I had hoped to earn a basketball scholarship, but someone told me I had to be good at basketball for that to happen. Bummer.
Tonight I will do one of my favorite things: speak on missions. I will be talking to MSU students at the BSU building. This is a repeat for me. I did it last month and enjoyed every nanosecond of it. Billy Grady is doing a great job there. Pray God will use me effectively. I will try to look young and blend in with the crowd.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Star Wars Theology
Today I took grandson Ian to preschool. Our deep theological discussion centered around Star Wars. Ian loves to debate whether or not Darth Vader actually was Luke Skywalker’s father. I sometimes find his arguments unanswerable. He thinks way beyond me. He’s in a different zone.
This afternoon I have the honor of attending a signing ceremony at Rogersville High School. This will be my first time there. Drew Dunton, one of our accomplished high school seniors, is signing a letter of intent to attend Mid-America Nazarene College in Kansas City on a basketball scholarship. I had opportunity to watch him play this year. Impressive. Congratulations, Drew. I had hoped to earn a basketball scholarship, but someone told me I had to be good at basketball for that to happen. Bummer.
Tonight I will do one of my favorite things: speak on missions. I will be talking to MSU students at the BSU building. This is a repeat for me. I did it last month and enjoyed every nanosecond of it. Billy Grady is doing a great job there. Pray God will use me effectively. I will try to look young and blend in with the crowd.
This afternoon I have the honor of attending a signing ceremony at Rogersville High School. This will be my first time there. Drew Dunton, one of our accomplished high school seniors, is signing a letter of intent to attend Mid-America Nazarene College in Kansas City on a basketball scholarship. I had opportunity to watch him play this year. Impressive. Congratulations, Drew. I had hoped to earn a basketball scholarship, but someone told me I had to be good at basketball for that to happen. Bummer.
Tonight I will do one of my favorite things: speak on missions. I will be talking to MSU students at the BSU building. This is a repeat for me. I did it last month and enjoyed every nanosecond of it. Billy Grady is doing a great job there. Pray God will use me effectively. I will try to look young and blend in with the crowd.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
A Good Wedding Day?
Happy April Fools Day. You know I’m not superstitious, but when I was a young preacher I knew a man who married on April 1. The marriage lasted less than a year, and he never looked twice at a woman again. I wonder if things would have turned out different had he married on April 2. Probably not.
An interesting Quasquicentennial tidbit. Second first met in the Frisco Opera House. Now, 125 years later, Second is starting a church in San Francisco. Frisco was an abbreviation for St. Louis/San Francisco Railway. Small world, isn’t it?
Today begins the second quarter of 2009. This morning I analyzed my Through the Bible reading guide. In January I read Psalms, Proverbs, and Matthew. In February/March, I read Genesis to Numbers, and I Corinthians to Philippians. Today I read in Mark. I begin each quarter by reading one of the Gospels.
Humor helps. A mother was concerned about her second-grade daughter who was walking home from school as a thunderstorm was forming. The mother went to meet her, and saw her stopping to smile each time lightning flashed. Mom asked, “Are you scared?” “No. All the way home, God’s been taking my picture!”
An interesting Quasquicentennial tidbit. Second first met in the Frisco Opera House. Now, 125 years later, Second is starting a church in San Francisco. Frisco was an abbreviation for St. Louis/San Francisco Railway. Small world, isn’t it?
Today begins the second quarter of 2009. This morning I analyzed my Through the Bible reading guide. In January I read Psalms, Proverbs, and Matthew. In February/March, I read Genesis to Numbers, and I Corinthians to Philippians. Today I read in Mark. I begin each quarter by reading one of the Gospels.
Humor helps. A mother was concerned about her second-grade daughter who was walking home from school as a thunderstorm was forming. The mother went to meet her, and saw her stopping to smile each time lightning flashed. Mom asked, “Are you scared?” “No. All the way home, God’s been taking my picture!”
Monday, March 30, 2009
Double Birthdays
Our family celebrates double birthdays today. Sam is 10 (double digits). Ian is 4 (a precious age). This morning John told Sam happy birthday. Sam said, “Happy birthday to you, light off please,” and rolled over. So much for holiday cheer.
Before church started last night I was enjoying the congregation’s laughter about my scalped scalp. Then I turned around and saw my sweet, quiet Ruth holding a microphone in her hand. I gasped. My first thought was, does she have a license to use that? Her “Mohawk” jab was a classic. Ruth and I are having a blast in life. After last night, I’ve made an executive decision. Rather than go into comedy alone, I’ve decided Ruth and I need to be a dynamic duo. We would be hilarious.
I have staff meetings this morning. After lunch I have to do some recordings for TV and radio spots about Easter. Pray the Lord will bless today.
Humor helps. Math humor. Four nickels equals two paradigms. Basic unit of laryngitis: one hoarsepower. Shortest distance between two jokes: a straight line (think about it). 453.6 graham crackers equals one pound cake. One long Sunday produces one tired Monday (I am living proof of this fact).
Before church started last night I was enjoying the congregation’s laughter about my scalped scalp. Then I turned around and saw my sweet, quiet Ruth holding a microphone in her hand. I gasped. My first thought was, does she have a license to use that? Her “Mohawk” jab was a classic. Ruth and I are having a blast in life. After last night, I’ve made an executive decision. Rather than go into comedy alone, I’ve decided Ruth and I need to be a dynamic duo. We would be hilarious.
I have staff meetings this morning. After lunch I have to do some recordings for TV and radio spots about Easter. Pray the Lord will bless today.
Humor helps. Math humor. Four nickels equals two paradigms. Basic unit of laryngitis: one hoarsepower. Shortest distance between two jokes: a straight line (think about it). 453.6 graham crackers equals one pound cake. One long Sunday produces one tired Monday (I am living proof of this fact).
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I thought Uconn was in Alaska
Way to go, Mizzou. When I finish here at the office, I’m headed to watch the game at a friend’s house. I regret the fact they are playing maybe the best team in the USA, but am proud of the fact they made it to the Elite Eight, which by the way, I still think should be called the Great Eight, for rhyming, poetic reasons. But alas! No one asked my opinion.
My eye did okay yesterday. Thanks for praying. People think I make a living by preaching. Not so. My occupation is reading. The 25-minute voice-intensive sermons are merely the overflow and outcome of many hours spent in eye-intensive study.
Yesterday I had all four of my grandchildren in our van for the first time. What glorious chaos. Ruth was driving. I was in the far back seat, serving as monitor, emcee, and chief law enforcer. They were wonderful. Life is good.
Humor helps. What do retirees call a long lunch? Normal. What is the best way to describe retirement? Unending Coffee Break. Why do retirees enjoy going back to school? If they cut class, no one calls their parents.
My eye did okay yesterday. Thanks for praying. People think I make a living by preaching. Not so. My occupation is reading. The 25-minute voice-intensive sermons are merely the overflow and outcome of many hours spent in eye-intensive study.
Yesterday I had all four of my grandchildren in our van for the first time. What glorious chaos. Ruth was driving. I was in the far back seat, serving as monitor, emcee, and chief law enforcer. They were wonderful. Life is good.
Humor helps. What do retirees call a long lunch? Normal. What is the best way to describe retirement? Unending Coffee Break. Why do retirees enjoy going back to school? If they cut class, no one calls their parents.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Groveling on the Floor
The internet outage did not hurt me as bad as I thought it would. I crumpled to the floor in a fetal position only three times (just kidding). It was amazing to see how much of our work is done through cyberspace. We were at times twiddling our thumbs, looking for things to do. We cleaned out drawers that hadn’t been emptied in years. I almost made it through the whole stack of stuff on my desk.
The biggest downside to being incommunicado yesterday for me was, it threw me a day late on sermon preparation. I’m playing catch-up today. Pray for me.
My right eye has been hurting lately. I’m not sure what’s wrong. Pray it will not be a distraction to me today as I prepare the sermon.
Humor helps. What jet pilots think of helicopters. Anything that whirls its way into the sky flies according to unnatural principles. A helicopter flight is a bunch of spare parts flying in close formation. You never see old helicopters laying around an airport like you do old planes; there is a reason for this. Come to think of it, old helicopter pilots are rarely seen; not a good omen. Helicopter pilots are intense, ever ready in case a piece of something falls off.
The biggest downside to being incommunicado yesterday for me was, it threw me a day late on sermon preparation. I’m playing catch-up today. Pray for me.
My right eye has been hurting lately. I’m not sure what’s wrong. Pray it will not be a distraction to me today as I prepare the sermon.
Humor helps. What jet pilots think of helicopters. Anything that whirls its way into the sky flies according to unnatural principles. A helicopter flight is a bunch of spare parts flying in close formation. You never see old helicopters laying around an airport like you do old planes; there is a reason for this. Come to think of it, old helicopter pilots are rarely seen; not a good omen. Helicopter pilots are intense, ever ready in case a piece of something falls off.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Scalped Scalp
After two days of rest, I and my scalped scalp are back at work. Ruth took one look at my hair this morning and laughed out loud. She could barely contain her giggling as she re-combed it for me.
I am blogging at record speed this morning. In about 33 minutes our internet server is going down for repairs and updates. That means we will be incommunicado here at church for much of the day.
This power outage is not good for me. As you know, my name is John, and I am addicted to communicating. No internet, no blog, no email, no computer–I feel sweat popping out on my brow. My hands are clammy. My knees are weak. I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet. I’m all shook up. Sorry, Elvis.
Humor helps. Thoughts on being 57. If you’re only as old as you feel, how can I be alive at 150? They seem to be making adults much younger these days. I’m a walking storeroom of facts; I’ve just lost the key to the storeroom. I am still the life of the party; even if lasts till 8 p.m. I’ve become very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.
I am blogging at record speed this morning. In about 33 minutes our internet server is going down for repairs and updates. That means we will be incommunicado here at church for much of the day.
This power outage is not good for me. As you know, my name is John, and I am addicted to communicating. No internet, no blog, no email, no computer–I feel sweat popping out on my brow. My hands are clammy. My knees are weak. I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet. I’m all shook up. Sorry, Elvis.
Humor helps. Thoughts on being 57. If you’re only as old as you feel, how can I be alive at 150? They seem to be making adults much younger these days. I’m a walking storeroom of facts; I’ve just lost the key to the storeroom. I am still the life of the party; even if lasts till 8 p.m. I’ve become very good at opening childproof caps with a hammer.
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