in a recent conversation with a friend, I heard these words that convicted me deeply:
we are commanded to be in the world but not of the world, but more often than not Christians are of the world while striving to be out of the world."
anecdotal evidence:
Christian t-shirts worn by pedophiles
fish symbols adorning bumpers driven by the road-enraged
wwjd bracelets worn by drugged, drunken oversexed teens
dusty Bibles on the coffee tables next to pornography
churches that won't welcome a 'known sinner' into Sunday school
the list can go on and on....
the indictment upon the church is encompassing. Oh, that we would see the lost with the eyes of Christ, and that we'd see the saved with the eyes of the lost, and may both experiences change us for the cause of the King.
1/13/2003
signs of the impending apocalypse #21
from blogs4god via worldnet daily: Pamela Anderson is teaching Sunday school!
I enjoyed the blogs' statement that Sunday school attendance is up 600% there.
My initial reaction was concern, given that she's working with Stan Lee on developing a cartoon called Stripperella (I don't know if I've spelled that correctly, sorry.) Given my last 'apocolyptical' reference pertaining to Marvel Comics (Stan Lee's gig), I'm beginning to think Mr. Lee might not be follower of the Christ.
My secondary reaction was alarm, because Ms. Anderson discloses she has Hepatitis-C. I confess, this alarm is the result of ignorance. So, after further review, my alarm has been abated. Well, more accurately, the snooze button has been pressed, but I reserve the privelege of being alarmed again in the future.
My tertiary reaction was...humility. I guess that's the best word. God reminded me that when he saved me, I was addicted to acohol and pornography. He entrusted me as a 5th grade Sunday school teacher BEFORE both He had removed both of those addictions from my life. In fact, He used that experience to remove those addictions from my life. So, there;s not much difference between me & Pamela Anderson (aside from the breast augmentation, the Playboy photo shoots, the X-Rated home videos floating around the internet, the dating of Rock-N-Roll stars, the contraction of Hep-C, the creation of a stripper comic strip, supporting PETA, and the starring on bounce-n-jiggle syndicated television shows, ). It's almost like we're fraternal twins. The only thing was, many fewer people knew about the sin in my life.
People were praying for me, rather than scoffing me. People who knew about me and my troubles were doing that whole love-hopes-all-things-expects-all-things-keeps-no-record-of-wrong thing.
So, my conclusions:
1. I'm cynical too often when it comes to these accounts. Her messes are no more a challenge for God than were mine or yours. His grace is sufficient.
2. My mind is continually in need of renewal because my first two thoughts are fleshly, superior, and clothed in self-righteousness. Shame on me. This self-flaggelation has been sponsored by Cat-O-Nine leather whips, the best whip for doing the job.
3. I hope the pastor of her church has done an adequate job of discerning the situation.
4. I have a new prayer opportunity. I never thought I'd be telling my wife, "I've been convicted to pray for Pam Anderson." If I were her, my response would be, "sure you have."
I enjoyed the blogs' statement that Sunday school attendance is up 600% there.
My initial reaction was concern, given that she's working with Stan Lee on developing a cartoon called Stripperella (I don't know if I've spelled that correctly, sorry.) Given my last 'apocolyptical' reference pertaining to Marvel Comics (Stan Lee's gig), I'm beginning to think Mr. Lee might not be follower of the Christ.
My secondary reaction was alarm, because Ms. Anderson discloses she has Hepatitis-C. I confess, this alarm is the result of ignorance. So, after further review, my alarm has been abated. Well, more accurately, the snooze button has been pressed, but I reserve the privelege of being alarmed again in the future.
My tertiary reaction was...humility. I guess that's the best word. God reminded me that when he saved me, I was addicted to acohol and pornography. He entrusted me as a 5th grade Sunday school teacher BEFORE both He had removed both of those addictions from my life. In fact, He used that experience to remove those addictions from my life. So, there;s not much difference between me & Pamela Anderson (aside from the breast augmentation, the Playboy photo shoots, the X-Rated home videos floating around the internet, the dating of Rock-N-Roll stars, the contraction of Hep-C, the creation of a stripper comic strip, supporting PETA, and the starring on bounce-n-jiggle syndicated television shows, ). It's almost like we're fraternal twins. The only thing was, many fewer people knew about the sin in my life.
People were praying for me, rather than scoffing me. People who knew about me and my troubles were doing that whole love-hopes-all-things-expects-all-things-keeps-no-record-of-wrong thing.
So, my conclusions:
1. I'm cynical too often when it comes to these accounts. Her messes are no more a challenge for God than were mine or yours. His grace is sufficient.
2. My mind is continually in need of renewal because my first two thoughts are fleshly, superior, and clothed in self-righteousness. Shame on me. This self-flaggelation has been sponsored by Cat-O-Nine leather whips, the best whip for doing the job.
3. I hope the pastor of her church has done an adequate job of discerning the situation.
4. I have a new prayer opportunity. I never thought I'd be telling my wife, "I've been convicted to pray for Pam Anderson." If I were her, my response would be, "sure you have."
giving credit
my sister in law asked me if the proverbs I post are mine.
They are mine because I own the book from which I transmit them.
But I didn't write them.
They come from
The Cream Book, Sentence Sermons compiled by Keith L. Brooks for Moody Press in 1938.
Further attribution is not possible because it isn't given.
They are mine because I own the book from which I transmit them.
But I didn't write them.
They come from
The Cream Book, Sentence Sermons compiled by Keith L. Brooks for Moody Press in 1938.
Further attribution is not possible because it isn't given.
in my inbox
What do you call a Mexican with a rubber toe?
Roberto.
I (seriously) want to know -- is this a violation of pc standards. I confess to smiling at this joke and don't find it offensive. But I'm Irish, my name ends in a consonant, and all my toes are flesh, bone, and blood. So, I might be unqualified to make this determination.
Roberto.
I (seriously) want to know -- is this a violation of pc standards. I confess to smiling at this joke and don't find it offensive. But I'm Irish, my name ends in a consonant, and all my toes are flesh, bone, and blood. So, I might be unqualified to make this determination.
1/09/2003
1/08/2003
proverb #8
by what right to you choose your King's last command, to "Go," as the one thing to be crowded out of your life?
and another thing (big giant dork alert)
I succumbed to societal norms and didn't use the amn't (am+not=amn't) contraction in my previous blog.
please support me in my effort to garnish support for this underutilized language efficiency.
please support me in my effort to garnish support for this underutilized language efficiency.
K-9 concerns
random blog discovery
this guy's running for president. at least he says he is. But then he wrote this:
I get pretty upset when I hear that a person's dog got killed in a police raid. I don't care what the person did; dogs are innocent victims who have no way to compose a rational response to such a situation. Which is to say, there's no way they could know they should stand down when cops are around. Any dog with half its wits is going to growl and/or act erraticly when faced with big, forceful strange men and women speaking or shouting in stern voices and grabbing their owner(s).
I get even more upset when the dog gets killed in a raid that's a mistake -- a raid on an innocent person. I can only begin to imagine the outrage and pain a person who was subjected to that must feel. (Not to mention the suffering the dog, feels, and all the happiness it will never have.)
While I have established I'm not necessarily a cat lover, I am "a dog person." And I can even agree that it is unfortunate that some times dogs owned by innocent persons
are killed. That said, I just can't in good conscience vote for a person who is championing the cause of innocent dog rights to allay all the improper doggie suffering as the result of police raids. I just am not passionate enough about the issue to rally behind the cause.
so...
no daschle
no gore
in 2004
Bush
looks great
til 2008
this guy's running for president. at least he says he is. But then he wrote this:
I get pretty upset when I hear that a person's dog got killed in a police raid. I don't care what the person did; dogs are innocent victims who have no way to compose a rational response to such a situation. Which is to say, there's no way they could know they should stand down when cops are around. Any dog with half its wits is going to growl and/or act erraticly when faced with big, forceful strange men and women speaking or shouting in stern voices and grabbing their owner(s).
I get even more upset when the dog gets killed in a raid that's a mistake -- a raid on an innocent person. I can only begin to imagine the outrage and pain a person who was subjected to that must feel. (Not to mention the suffering the dog, feels, and all the happiness it will never have.)
While I have established I'm not necessarily a cat lover, I am "a dog person." And I can even agree that it is unfortunate that some times dogs owned by innocent persons
are killed. That said, I just can't in good conscience vote for a person who is championing the cause of innocent dog rights to allay all the improper doggie suffering as the result of police raids. I just am not passionate enough about the issue to rally behind the cause.
so...
no daschle
no gore
in 2004
Bush
looks great
til 2008
prognosticating
I'm wearing a white button-down shirt today (I preached chapel this morning..a riveting message on being a 'smiling Christian', but have since removed the necktie, for my office is approximately 918 degrees centigrade).
I'm having a thick chocolate shake for lunch (in anticipation of a sensible well-balanced meal for dinner).
yeah....
things are not looking good.
I did bring a sweater......................justincase
I'm having a thick chocolate shake for lunch (in anticipation of a sensible well-balanced meal for dinner).
yeah....
things are not looking good.
I did bring a sweater......................justincase
vulgarity vs. profanity
I broach the subject because I just read a Christian blog containing the "f-word" and I'm not talking about fundamentalism.
I admit to be shocked, and just a tad offended.
Now, I'm never -- ever -- offended if someone who I know to be a non-believer chooses to use vulgarities (which I differentiate from profanities, GD, JC, OMG, etc. -- which offend me regardless of who says them [but particularly when Christians say them]).
Being the big giant dork that I am when it comes to language, I understand that language is arbitrary and symbolic and value only exists when a community establishes a value in a given word. I think this is why vulgarities (words considered vulgar in our community) don't tend to offend me unless someone who I suppose to share that perception of vulgarity surprises me by casually using it. The profanity (root::profane) tends to be more offensive because of its increased likelihood of universal value.
My life B.C. was filled with both vulgarities and profanities. Kelli never once griped at me for the vulgarities, but made it clear she had no tolerance for the profanities (although she didn't use these terms since she, unlike myself, is not a big giant dork about language). When the Lord saved me, He radically took control of my tongue. Now, I believe the use of vulgarities (and to a much greater degree, profanities) is an indication of two issues:
1. an inability to creatively express onesself, using the full complement of the beautiful language God has given us. The "rhymes with kerplunk" word is banal, insipid, mundane, gutteral and unoriginal. And if you'd give me more time to consult my thesaurus, I'd provide additional descriptors.
2. a deeper spiritual problem. For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. (Matt. 12:34)
I'm nobody's Holy Spirit. Who am I to tell someone else what to say or how to say it? as for me....Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. (psalm 19:14)
I admit to be shocked, and just a tad offended.
Now, I'm never -- ever -- offended if someone who I know to be a non-believer chooses to use vulgarities (which I differentiate from profanities, GD, JC, OMG, etc. -- which offend me regardless of who says them [but particularly when Christians say them]).
Being the big giant dork that I am when it comes to language, I understand that language is arbitrary and symbolic and value only exists when a community establishes a value in a given word. I think this is why vulgarities (words considered vulgar in our community) don't tend to offend me unless someone who I suppose to share that perception of vulgarity surprises me by casually using it. The profanity (root::profane) tends to be more offensive because of its increased likelihood of universal value.
My life B.C. was filled with both vulgarities and profanities. Kelli never once griped at me for the vulgarities, but made it clear she had no tolerance for the profanities (although she didn't use these terms since she, unlike myself, is not a big giant dork about language). When the Lord saved me, He radically took control of my tongue. Now, I believe the use of vulgarities (and to a much greater degree, profanities) is an indication of two issues:
1. an inability to creatively express onesself, using the full complement of the beautiful language God has given us. The "rhymes with kerplunk" word is banal, insipid, mundane, gutteral and unoriginal. And if you'd give me more time to consult my thesaurus, I'd provide additional descriptors.
2. a deeper spiritual problem. For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. (Matt. 12:34)
I'm nobody's Holy Spirit. Who am I to tell someone else what to say or how to say it? as for me....Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. (psalm 19:14)
From the Apologetics Journal
"Some things appear to be random because we don't know all of the causes."
This was a fresh, affirming perspective for me. "Free will" presupposes a godlike understanding of all factors, implications, considerations, and potentialities.
only God knows every potential of every potential.
hmmm....
There is a way which seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death. (proverbs 14:12)
For You are my rock and my fortress; Therefore, for Your name's sake, Lead me and guide me. (psalm 31:3)
For this is God, Our God forever and ever; He will be our guide Even to death. (psalm 48:14-- this is Kelli's & my marriage verse).
I was so foolish and ignorant; I was like a beast before You. Nevertheless I am continually with You; You hold me by my right hand. You will guide me with Your counsel, And afterward receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. For indeed, those who are far from You shall perish; You have destroyed all those who desert You for harlotry. But it is good for me to draw near to God; I have put my trust in the Lord God, That I may declare all Your works. (psalm 73:22-28)
"Some things appear to be random because we don't know all of the causes."
This was a fresh, affirming perspective for me. "Free will" presupposes a godlike understanding of all factors, implications, considerations, and potentialities.
only God knows every potential of every potential.
hmmm....
There is a way which seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death. (proverbs 14:12)
For You are my rock and my fortress; Therefore, for Your name's sake, Lead me and guide me. (psalm 31:3)
For this is God, Our God forever and ever; He will be our guide Even to death. (psalm 48:14-- this is Kelli's & my marriage verse).
I was so foolish and ignorant; I was like a beast before You. Nevertheless I am continually with You; You hold me by my right hand. You will guide me with Your counsel, And afterward receive me to glory. Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You. My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. For indeed, those who are far from You shall perish; You have destroyed all those who desert You for harlotry. But it is good for me to draw near to God; I have put my trust in the Lord God, That I may declare all Your works. (psalm 73:22-28)
a quick learner
About two months ago, I began scratching/rubbing my boy's scalp during prayers, kind of a soothing, sleep-inducing strategy on my part.
He must like it.
He asks me to do it while he prays each night. So I accomodate him.
I'm now convinced he's either using prayers manipulatively to prolong the experience, or I've located some sort of subdermal mental reset that is hidden upon his noggin.
Only when getting the headrub will he say the exact same statement over and over. It's like Rainman has swapped beds with Cotter.
Definitely time for Wapner.
He must like it.
He asks me to do it while he prays each night. So I accomodate him.
I'm now convinced he's either using prayers manipulatively to prolong the experience, or I've located some sort of subdermal mental reset that is hidden upon his noggin.
Only when getting the headrub will he say the exact same statement over and over. It's like Rainman has swapped beds with Cotter.
Definitely time for Wapner.
one shining moment
yesterday, my secretary brought me a hot cup of coffee...yum.
I added cream, as I am wont to do.
I began stirring the coffee with a common narrow guage straw/stirrer
We began talking about the bulletin, so I stopped stirring, to focus on the task at hand.
She left.
I took a drink.
And painfully jammed the stirrer into my left nostril.
disclaimer: this is neither me nor my nose. It merely represents the estimation of my own nasal endowment upon such an experience.
This action elicited a fairly non-pastoral reaction.
A sound something like "HHNNNUUUGHAH" eminated from my personage.
I heard her laugh quietly from her desk.
disclaimer: this image is not of me, nor of my nose. It merely represents symbolically the experience of thrusting a common straw/stirrer into one's nasal cavity.
etc.
a human nose pencil sharpener
and for this...all I can say is....don't pick your nose.
I added cream, as I am wont to do.
I began stirring the coffee with a common narrow guage straw/stirrer
We began talking about the bulletin, so I stopped stirring, to focus on the task at hand.
She left.
I took a drink.
And painfully jammed the stirrer into my left nostril.
disclaimer: this is neither me nor my nose. It merely represents the estimation of my own nasal endowment upon such an experience.
This action elicited a fairly non-pastoral reaction.
A sound something like "HHNNNUUUGHAH" eminated from my personage.
I heard her laugh quietly from her desk.
disclaimer: this image is not of me, nor of my nose. It merely represents symbolically the experience of thrusting a common straw/stirrer into one's nasal cavity.
etc.
a human nose pencil sharpener
and for this...all I can say is....don't pick your nose.
1/07/2003
signs of the impending apocalypse #20
for the first time, a trifecta:
homo, homo on the range
Btw, i got the 'homo on the range' link reference title from Jerry Falwell's Liberty Journal (just giving credit where its due).
I can remember when reading comics was about superheroes saving the day (insert poignant sigh of remembrance....here).
A couple of childhood memories related to superheroes:
-- my brother convinced me that HE had invented the incredible hulk. I still remember seeing the first episode on TV and yelling, "Jamie, they stole the Hulk from us!"
-- we'd often play Justice League of America outside in the afternoons, which is kinda funny (from my big giant dork perspective), since we'd often pretend to be Marvel Comic characters (and JLA is a DC Comics invention, for you who may be uninformed). I would only want to play if I could be "The Boy who could turn into Anything." This was, as you could probably tell, a superhero of my own invention. I've yet, 25 years later, to discover a better name for him, err, me, and perhaps this is why my notoriety never expanded beyond my front yard. My brother would only agree to let me play with him (and the older neighbors), if he got to dictate what I would in fact, turn into. I readily agreed, just to get to play. He then would dictate that I would HAVE to be a puddle, a brick wall, or other immobile object. Then he, as the Hulk, would run off with Christy Trujillo, aka Wonder Woman, behind the shed to "fight heroes." While I initially supported their heroic efforts, in time my cynicism grew and I now believe they weren't fighting so much for the cause of good and justice as they were just makin' out (another DC/Marvel crossover, actually).
I found this on my C Drive, and dutifully cut and paste it for your amusement.
RULES FOR CHOOSING A SUPERHERO NAME (from Mikey's funnies)
1. Don't call yourself by your real name: e.g., Ms. Jenny Pinchuck, The Amazing Stevie Foster.
2. Don't call yourself by someone else's real name: e.g., Mr. Teddy Kennedy, Captain Dean Martin.
3. Choose a name that suggests power, heroism and prowess: e.g., Captain Power, Thunderman, Mr. Invincible, Justiceman.
4. Don't be too modest: e.g., Mr. Pretty Good, Captain So-so, Fairly Incredibleman.
5. But don't labor the point: e.g., Mr. So-Powerful-Don't-Even-Think-About-It-Buddy.
6. Don't choose a name detrimental to your crime fighting image: e.g., Captain Spongecake, Mr. Silly, Yellow Streak, Purple Slippers, Captain Evil
7. Don't choose the name of an existing Superhero unless you have lots of money and enjoy fighting litigation instead of supervillains.
8. It's no use calling yourself Captain Invincible if your only power is control over Hostess Twinkies and you suffer from a congenial hole-in-the-heart condition. It's just asking for trouble.
9. Don't call yourself the Invisible Boy if you're not.
10. Don't call yourself the Invisible Boy if you're a girl.
11. Don't call yourself the Invisible Lady if you're a man -- even if you do feel like a woman trapped in a man's body.
12. Don't give away important information in your name, e.g. The Glass Jaw, Captain Vulnerable To Strontium 90.
13. Don't call yourself The Green Avenger if you wear an orange costume.You'll confuse people.
and I also found this
Two guys are drinking in the bar on the top floor of a New York skyscraper. They've both been drinking heavily for several hours and are really toasted.
The first guy slurs, "Didja know that 'cause of the way this building was built next to that skyscraper across the street and our proximity to the ocean, I could jump outa this window an' fall 'bout hunnerd floors, and the updraft between the two would sweep me up back into this bar?"
The second guy doesn't believe this at all and offers to bet one hundred dollars that it wouldn't work.
The first guy says, "You're on," and they each lay a crisp new hundred dollar bill on the table. He then staggers up to the window, opens it and jumps.
The second guy leans out the window to watch him fall...
10-20-30-50-80-100 stories he falls, when suddenly he gets swept back up into the bar.
The second guy is amazed and says, "Lemme try that," and proceeds to jump out the window.
The first guy leans out the window to watch him fall...
10-20-30-50-80-100-110 SPLAT! -- where he falls to his death.
The first guy smirks a little, grabs the two hundred dollars and walks out of the bar.
As he's walking out, the bartender says, "You know, when you're drunk, you can be a real jerk, Superman."
-- one of the worst superhero movies ever is Unbreakable, starring Bruce Willis
-- I really enjoyed that 70s hit "The Greatest American Hero." Right now, as you are reading this, you are likely humming along...
Look at what's happened to me-,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
It should've been somebody else.
Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free-.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.
(complete lyrics are at the site link above)
And to close, an introduction t the only True SuperHero, Jesus -- the Christ.
some people see Jesus as this:
others see Him as this:
But we should see Him as this:
or this
why?
Because that's how He is!
I think we dishonor Christ by imagining Him as the groovy robe-wearing beatnik-ish itinerant preacher. He ascended into heaven. He beat death, the ultimate super-villian. He is all-powerful, all-knowing, and ever-present. He protects, He defends, He vanquishes, He uplifts, and He saves! You can have your tights-wearing, cape-billowing, kryptonite-hating supermen.
I'll take Jesus.
homo, homo on the range
Btw, i got the 'homo on the range' link reference title from Jerry Falwell's Liberty Journal (just giving credit where its due).
I can remember when reading comics was about superheroes saving the day (insert poignant sigh of remembrance....here).
A couple of childhood memories related to superheroes:
-- my brother convinced me that HE had invented the incredible hulk. I still remember seeing the first episode on TV and yelling, "Jamie, they stole the Hulk from us!"
-- we'd often play Justice League of America outside in the afternoons, which is kinda funny (from my big giant dork perspective), since we'd often pretend to be Marvel Comic characters (and JLA is a DC Comics invention, for you who may be uninformed). I would only want to play if I could be "The Boy who could turn into Anything." This was, as you could probably tell, a superhero of my own invention. I've yet, 25 years later, to discover a better name for him, err, me, and perhaps this is why my notoriety never expanded beyond my front yard. My brother would only agree to let me play with him (and the older neighbors), if he got to dictate what I would in fact, turn into. I readily agreed, just to get to play. He then would dictate that I would HAVE to be a puddle, a brick wall, or other immobile object. Then he, as the Hulk, would run off with Christy Trujillo, aka Wonder Woman, behind the shed to "fight heroes." While I initially supported their heroic efforts, in time my cynicism grew and I now believe they weren't fighting so much for the cause of good and justice as they were just makin' out (another DC/Marvel crossover, actually).
I found this on my C Drive, and dutifully cut and paste it for your amusement.
RULES FOR CHOOSING A SUPERHERO NAME (from Mikey's funnies)
1. Don't call yourself by your real name: e.g., Ms. Jenny Pinchuck, The Amazing Stevie Foster.
2. Don't call yourself by someone else's real name: e.g., Mr. Teddy Kennedy, Captain Dean Martin.
3. Choose a name that suggests power, heroism and prowess: e.g., Captain Power, Thunderman, Mr. Invincible, Justiceman.
4. Don't be too modest: e.g., Mr. Pretty Good, Captain So-so, Fairly Incredibleman.
5. But don't labor the point: e.g., Mr. So-Powerful-Don't-Even-Think-About-It-Buddy.
6. Don't choose a name detrimental to your crime fighting image: e.g., Captain Spongecake, Mr. Silly, Yellow Streak, Purple Slippers, Captain Evil
7. Don't choose the name of an existing Superhero unless you have lots of money and enjoy fighting litigation instead of supervillains.
8. It's no use calling yourself Captain Invincible if your only power is control over Hostess Twinkies and you suffer from a congenial hole-in-the-heart condition. It's just asking for trouble.
9. Don't call yourself the Invisible Boy if you're not.
10. Don't call yourself the Invisible Boy if you're a girl.
11. Don't call yourself the Invisible Lady if you're a man -- even if you do feel like a woman trapped in a man's body.
12. Don't give away important information in your name, e.g. The Glass Jaw, Captain Vulnerable To Strontium 90.
13. Don't call yourself The Green Avenger if you wear an orange costume.You'll confuse people.
and I also found this
Two guys are drinking in the bar on the top floor of a New York skyscraper. They've both been drinking heavily for several hours and are really toasted.
The first guy slurs, "Didja know that 'cause of the way this building was built next to that skyscraper across the street and our proximity to the ocean, I could jump outa this window an' fall 'bout hunnerd floors, and the updraft between the two would sweep me up back into this bar?"
The second guy doesn't believe this at all and offers to bet one hundred dollars that it wouldn't work.
The first guy says, "You're on," and they each lay a crisp new hundred dollar bill on the table. He then staggers up to the window, opens it and jumps.
The second guy leans out the window to watch him fall...
10-20-30-50-80-100 stories he falls, when suddenly he gets swept back up into the bar.
The second guy is amazed and says, "Lemme try that," and proceeds to jump out the window.
The first guy leans out the window to watch him fall...
10-20-30-50-80-100-110 SPLAT! -- where he falls to his death.
The first guy smirks a little, grabs the two hundred dollars and walks out of the bar.
As he's walking out, the bartender says, "You know, when you're drunk, you can be a real jerk, Superman."
-- one of the worst superhero movies ever is Unbreakable, starring Bruce Willis
-- I really enjoyed that 70s hit "The Greatest American Hero." Right now, as you are reading this, you are likely humming along...
Look at what's happened to me-,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,
It should've been somebody else.
Believe it or not,
I'm walking on air.
I never thought I could feel so free-.
Flying away on a wing and a prayer.
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me.
(complete lyrics are at the site link above)
And to close, an introduction t the only True SuperHero, Jesus -- the Christ.
some people see Jesus as this:
others see Him as this:
But we should see Him as this:
or this
why?
Because that's how He is!
Then I turned to see the voice that spoke with me. And having turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and in the midst of the seven lampstands One like the Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the feet and girded about the chest with a golden band. His head and His hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire; His feet were like fine brass, as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters; He had in His right hand seven stars, out of His mouth went a sharp two-edged sword, and His countenance was like the sun shining in its strength. And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet as dead. But He laid His right hand on me, saying to me, "Do not be afraid; I am the First and the Last. I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death. (Rev. 1:12-18)
Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse. And He who sat on him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness He judges and makes war. His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns. He had a name written that no one knew except Himself. He was clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God. And the armies in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, followed Him on white horses. Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations. And He Himself will rule them with a rod of iron. He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. (rev. 19:11-16)
I think we dishonor Christ by imagining Him as the groovy robe-wearing beatnik-ish itinerant preacher. He ascended into heaven. He beat death, the ultimate super-villian. He is all-powerful, all-knowing, and ever-present. He protects, He defends, He vanquishes, He uplifts, and He saves! You can have your tights-wearing, cape-billowing, kryptonite-hating supermen.
I'll take Jesus.
signs of the impending apocalypse #18
actually heard while channel surfing last night:
(from Fear Factor, from the host Joe Rogan): You came in second with the helicopter, you stumbled with eating the horse rectum, but won the championship on the beams!
horse rectum.
The only thing more disturbing than hearing it and writing it is the concern I have about the number of folks who will stumble upon my blog because they've put those two words together in a web seach engine.
(from Fear Factor, from the host Joe Rogan): You came in second with the helicopter, you stumbled with eating the horse rectum, but won the championship on the beams!
horse rectum.
The only thing more disturbing than hearing it and writing it is the concern I have about the number of folks who will stumble upon my blog because they've put those two words together in a web seach engine.
proverb #6
power is the twin sister of purity. some people think they want more power, when it is purity they need.
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