I find myself caring less and less about sin in the life of a person without Christ. I find myself caring more and more about the person without Christ.

Let's see.

I'm back on blogger thanks to a new computer. It stopped working with my other one. So all one of you who reads my blog, get ready.

Indeed Satan has asked for you...

I'm not embarrassed to say that I believe the bible is God's word, and while I believe there's ample evidence to support the validity of the gospels, I'm aware that there's also a quandary of theory to argue the claims of the opposition. It boils down to faith, and for me the former just seems to make sense. Like I said, I'm not ashamed that I believe the basic tenants of the Christian faith as put forth in Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. (i.e. miracles, resurrection so on, so forth) I just worry that the application of my faith will be identified with a handful of televangelist whose lip-service doesn't match their lifestyle.

We just got our digital converter and we get like 6 religious stations. It's making me sick.

Save The Yoke

It never ceases to amaze me how so many pastors are like their Jerusalem-based early church predecessors with their inane grasp of grace through faith. It's been two thousand years and we still live like those under the law. I'm glad my pastor's not like this. I couldn't handle the burden.

2 blogs, 2 days, 2 much

I have to blog again.

It's hard to relate to teenagers. Sometimes I find myself wondering how I've become so far removed from teenisms in the eight years since I've graduated, that's when I remember that I was just as far removed during those awkward high school years.

When Trish and I first met, we had nothing in common aside from our friends and our mutual strangeness, that's changed to now having everything in common. Then I met Ahmi, oh, almost two years ago. He and I have a lot in common. We both enjoy pretending to be dinosaurs crawling around on the floor. Jeremy and I both have a passion for God's word. My sister and I both enjoy saying things that make others uncomfortable. I'm glad I have people to relate to outside of ministerial relationships. I love these kids, but they're going to drive me insane. If I continue to love and share the truth with them throughout the course of my downward mental spiral, maybe I'll have "run in such a way" that I can get some sort of prize. At least a participants ribbon.

The last beer I had...

The last beer I had was the night Trish and I celebrated our anniversary. I can't remember what it was for sure. Perhaps an Artois. Not the point really. Not sure I have a point. I just know that in the last 2 years my beers have been few and far between and that seems to make them mean a whole lot more than all-the-time beers. You know, the beers I drank for 3 years before 2 years ago. Anyways, what was my point? Oh, oh yeah. Wait, no. Ok, the last beer I had was comepletely ruined by a man whose name I can't remember. He was a lawyer visiting his daughter. Her 21st.
We met in a dimly lit pink bar/sushi joint on that road that starts as Rural and turns into whatever. Trish and I had just visited our oldest mutual friends, the kind I see less often than I have a beer. I tried to drink a beer with them, but didn't get to finish because we all went outside. Drinks aren't allowed outside the way cigarettes aren't allowed inside. Afterward, we (Trish and I) were looking forward to spending some time together, reminiscing and what not. But what's-his-face ruined that, with his yelling, his "commanding, booming voice that took so many years of training." I don't remember his name, not for the life of me. He was trained by "some little judge named Rehnquist, guess he became a somebody on the east coast". What's-his-face, I wish you would've at least paid for my beer. I really thought that's where our conversation was headed that night. If I could go back and do it all over again, I'd tip you over.
What's my point? I'm not sure. I know that the next time I have a beer, he won't be there. On days like today, that makes me happy.

Going to work...

Run in such a way that you may win.

This is what I'm going to be thinking about for the 3 or so hours that I'll be working by myself today. It's always interesting when I feel like I need to preach about something in particular, Paul's vested interest in running for example, and really have no idea what to say about it or think about it till God opens my eyes to a portion of the truth in it. This usually happens after hours of deep thought and lack of conclusions. Usually it all comes together about 6:45 on a Wednesday night. I may not always be prepared, but I do spend time preparing.

Make any sense?