Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Stupid

Got another one on the list. A guy at church today implied that his wife thinks I'm a homosexual. Why? Because I'm 26 and single. Isn't that great? I hate stupidity. Ignore the fact that he's on his second marriage, and his daughter from his first marriage won't speak to him.

How about we look at Matthew 19:11-12 and 1 Corinthians 7:8-9,27. Both Paul and JESUS say it is better to be single. So why am I harassed and abused for being single? I like many singles, am sick of the way that I am treated for following God's will for my life. I hear about it constantly, especially from the two guys that I work with who both got married straight out of college. Every week has turned into harass the single guy. It is becoming a bone of contention between me and two men that I respect and consider good friends.

If you are single, know that you aren't alone. If you are married, encourage a single you know. And no, "you will find the right person someday" does not count as encouragement. You aren't God. You don't get to make a plan for them.

Historacity

Historacity. That's a word that you don't hear much. It's like historical verification, undesputed facts. Well, historacity is a reason that I am a Christian, not just one who spouts "I believe in God," but an honest to goodness, sold out, 100% Christian. This doesn't mean that I'm perfect. This doesn't mean I don't have problems. It means that I follow Christ to the best of my ability and allow God to change me from who I am to who He wants me to be.

It is historacity, specifically, the historical FACT that Jesus rose from the dead that I could not dispute and could not escape. I read books by people who disputed the resurrection, and they just could not give me a reasonable argument (even when I went through a period of not following Jesus).

Lee Strobel is another who sought to disprove Christianity (as did others like Josh McDowell and C.S. Lewis to name a few) that could not, and so came to belief. I'll let you read Stobel in his own words.

And that's it. What it comes down to is if the resurrection is fake, nothing matters. This life is meaningless. But if it is real, nothing ELSE matters.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Wiffle ball.

Read this.

http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2011/04/19/2011-04-19_classic_kids_games_like_kickball_deemed_unsafe_by_state_in_effort_to_increase_su.html

Are you kidding me? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life. Kickball is dangerous? I've jammed a finger before, but continued playing the game, and did ever week after that for a school year.

Wiffle ball? The neighbor boy and I growing up BROKE wiffle ball bats on each other, and it didn't even leave a mark. What is too dangerous? The running?

Tag can cause brain and spinal injuries? Maybe if they play on the roof and someone falls off.

You all know me. I hate stupid. Hate it. This is stupid. Moreover, if you read the article, you can see what I did. "Ritchie said the regulations could cripple small recreational programs, forcing them to pay a $200 fee to register as a summer camp and provide medical staff." This isn't about making kids safe. This measure doesn't even prohibit these activities. It only makes them register and pay a fee. I hate politics.

I'm with the Mom who said sitting around playing video games has much greater dangers, like obesity and diabetes. There is also potential seizures. And I'll give you one more brain damage.

"How?" you might ask. Because it makes kids dumber. Specifically, it destroys what makes childhood great, imagination. When these kids play video games, everything is drawn out for them, especially as graphics have gotten better.

When I was a kid, it looked more like Phineas and Ferb, at least in my mind. I ran the neighborhood. Neither barbed nor electric fenses stopped me. The only protection I has was a pair of sneakers.

The result? No, not childhood trauma. Quite the opposite. The result was fun. Because the result was creativity. That's wasn't just a tree to climb, it was my fortress to defend from evil enemies. I didn't play X-men video games. I was an X-man (even making up my own). Now, as an adult, I create. I tell stories. I work with my hands for enjoyment. And video games? I have other men over to play, but that's about all I crack them out.

So send your kids out. Let them play, even if it's dangerous. In doing so, you might give the next generation the next Ben Franklin.

Speech

Obama said in a speech yesterday why he wants to help the poor. "when I drive down the street, I don't want to have to see homeless people." Really? That sounds like when I was a kid and New York offered to pay homeless people to move to New Jersey. Why? Because they didn't want to see them.

A firm in Florida is receiving gov't funding to give capes to people on unemployment. Why? They said it will make them feel empowered. Because apparently jobless people in Florida are four years old.

So once again I must say: the government does not help the poor. They don't want to, because then those people won't be dependent on the government. That's why it is up to the church. So if you are reading this, do something to help someone.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Quick on the budget

Sorry everyone that I haven't been writing more. My laptop picked up a virus that highjacks my internet, and I feel guilty doing my personal blog at work. So let me say this quickly.

Dems blame the Republicans for holding up a budget that they failed to do last October before the elections came that gave the Republicans enough seats or power to be able to do anything (thank you Nanci Pelosi). In the mean time, Obama did... nothing. At all. Whatsoever. Why? Because he is a legislator not a leader. And that is why Presidents should never come from the Senate. At all. Whatsoever.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Miss you Dad

Today is my first birthday post Dad.

I miss him. Normally by this point, I have spoken to him for at least an hour, in addition to our regular Saturday morning call. In fact, sometimes I did not realize it was my birthday until he called to remind me. I've been dreading this day for a month or more.

So as I went to leave this morning, there was a package sitting there and a card with my name on it. A friend named Tammi left a box of baked goods, because she knew I was dreading this day. And I got a card from a lady at church. And a call from my dear brother-in-law (who also informed me that my sister has morning sickness. w00t.)

Today is this first of many events that will be the first "post Dad." Each will be hard, but the first is my b-day. We'll have the rest of the family's b-days, Mother's/Father's days, summer vacations, Dad's birthday, parents Anniversary.

In the mean time, I have comfort from the rest of the family. I also am surrounded by a great church family who seeks to make this day enjoyable. And I have friends that are as family to me, many of whom I went to college with. While I miss Dad, I find great comfort in the love of these people.

Monday, April 4, 2011

I like books

Ipad. Kindle. E-readers. People say this is the new trend. Newspapers aren't selling. Magazines are in decline. Technology has moved beyond the printing press.

And yet...

And yet, I am behind. I don't read news papers. I don't read magazines. But I still prefer one form of print media.

Books.

There is nothing like a book. Yes, Kindles are cool. They are instant access to the information you seek in that book. No waiting.

And yet...

And yet, there is no anticipation.

And yet, there is no intrigue of walking through a book store hoping to find a gem.

And yet, there is nothing like the smell of a brand new book.

And yet, there is nothing like the feeling of a page turning through your fingers.

Now, I'll admit it. I'm a dinosaur (even at the age of 25). I understand that I don't like change, and try to search myself to discover if I don't like a thing or if I don't like change.

In this case, I think it's the thing.

Books don't run low on batteries. Books don't require a bigger hard drive. Books don't need wi-fi access. I guess the sensation, the experience, means more to me than the instant access of information.