Something God Sized:

I just had a discussion with someone who said they longed for something "God Sized". Which got me thinking about what makes something God size. The concern they had was that the weren't doing something so noticeable that people say, "God had a serious hand in that!", but why? Isn't every flower blooming something only God can do, ergo it is God sized. Every breath we take, is God sized. Nothing that happens occurs without God's decree, so nothing is less than God sized. I think it's a bit vain of us to assume we are doing something less than God sized.

Also, salvation, never happens, unless God does it. Salvation is the ultimate God sized thing. If we want to be a part of something God sized. If we want to know that we are living around God sized activities. Be about spending every moment of every day finding ways to see, experience, and be a part of salvation around you. And here is the rest of it.

Grandmas say the darndest things:

*Two videos in a row, I officially have nothing to say.*

I was on Vimeo and came across this video of a woman saying something super nice to a guy named Chris. I can't be sure but, I'm pretty sure she was talking about me. So, that made me feel good.

Also, my real grandmother had throat surgery yesterday please keep her in your prayers. (That's important. I recant my previous statement.) Take the jump for an adorable grandma.


Lois Honeycutt: Thoughts on Chris from Tour for the Cure on Vimeo.

We're studying character in the youth group.

For example.

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They're coming/They're here:

Over at Kamp Krusty Brant is posting pictures of Baby Aardvarks. Which is cool and all, so I Googled "Baby Aardvark" to see if I couldn't ride on his coolness wave. Turns out I may have uncovered the most well hidden conspiracy this world has ever known.

The name Aardvark means, "Earth Pig". See where I'm going with this? There must be some reason to designate this beast an, and I quote, '"Earth" Pig' (I just broke out the double quote). There must be a space pig. Some vast pantheon of Nebular Swine have made their way to earth and the early zoologists discovered this and tried to warn us. I'm sure they've taken over local governments. Perhaps they've even been swaying the election of municipal authorities for decades.

They may even be running for the school board of your very own town.

On a side note, I just finished watching Vantage Point and Season 4 of 24. And here is the rest of it.

The Counter Reformation

I really like the humor in Pearls 'Fore Swine.  It's super sarcastic.  I thought there might be something deep trapped inside this comic strip and I might extrapolate it here on the blog to the amazement of many.  I was wrong.  Enjoy the comic.

Mustache for sale, I repeat, Mustache for sale:

I was the section leader for all of the baritones during my senior year of high school. Not all of the low brass, just the baritones, all three of us, I was their shepherd. I wasn't very good. I think my band instructor had a good bit of foresight and new that I would marry his daughter, so he threw me a bone. Andy was one of the lucky few to have been kept cool by the shadow underneath my mighty wing.

Andy was better than me at Baritone, he was also about 4 years younger. It was a long road to hoe trying to make Andy not outshine me while also attempting to make it look like I was making him better. Tough times, but I think I'm the better for it.

Andy has grown into one of the most interesting human beings alive. I had nothing to do with that. His blog is regularly hilarious. His facial hair is something even more though. I've always been a hairy person, but anyone could see the force was strong in Andy.

He's decided to share his gift and passion with the world. You can now own the lip hair of a man who played the baritone with me for a year. Let the bidding being. LET IT BEGIN! ! !

Seriously, let it begin.And here is the rest of it.

Alas! And did my savior bleed?

Alas, and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's sin.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away—
'Tis all that I can do!

By: Isaac Watts

Has your church ever done this song? I love the words. Has anyone ever heard a contemporary redux of it?And here is the rest of it.