Han Solo, Jesus, and Thanksgiving = A non-typical Trinity....

So in looking over my last few blog posts, in search of inspiration for this one...I realized something.

In my last 5 posts:

2 - Goofy fun random posts
2 - Encouraging/Motivational posts (mainly for myself)
1 - Only one about Jesus...don't get me wrong...I'm not thinking that it is a terrible deed on my part. However, since I was looking for a good jump start, this is as a good an opportunity as any...so in the words of Han Solo..."This oughtta even the odds!"

I was reading Psalm 111, one of my new favorite psalms, and I decided that it was quite appropriate for the Holiday that we are celebrating.




"Praise the Lord.
I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart, in the company of the upright, in the congregation.
Great are the works of the Lord, studied by all who have pleasure in them.
Full of honor and majesty is his work, and his righteousness endures for ever.
He has caused his wonderful works to be remembered; the Lord is gracious and merciful.
He provides food for those who fear him; he is ever mindful of his covenant.
He has shown his people the power of his works, in giving them the heritage of the nations.
The works of his hands are faithful and just; all his precepts are trustworthy,
they are established for ever and ever, to be performed with faithfulness and uprightness.
He sent redemption to his people; he has commanded his covenant for ever. Holy and terrible is his name!
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom;
a good understanding have all those who practice it. His praise endures for ever!"

Courage to Live

"Have the courage to live. Anyone can die."

My challenge, to the few folk reading this post, is this:

Whatever good action or deed you've been putting off, do it.

Whatever fears you're still trying to resolve or get over, face them.

Whatever problems are starting to make you weaken, prayer time.

Evil triumphs when you forget that you make that the actions that your prompts you to take are not only good, but important.

I believe in you my friend, I really do.

The Injury

I promised a friend of mine that I would post again once I had watched a particular episode of the office, so I did. For those of you that aren't familiar with "The Office" or are and are curious about which episode...here's a summary (Daniel Style).

Michael Scott accidentally burns his foot while grilling bacon on his George Foreman grill, in bed. An interesting method to say the least... When Dwight Schrute comes to "rescue" him, he crashes his car into "the pole" and suffers a concussion. I suppose I should feel like a terrible person for thoroughly enjoying the "new Dwight". However, simply put, the injury makes Dwight more likable and much nicer to his co-workers, particularly Pam.

Not surprisingly, Michael becomes upset with the staff's lack of compassion towards his "disability" (hilarious), and brings in Billy Merchant, who uses a wheelchair, to discuss what it is like to be disabled. BIG SURPRISE: Billy soon leaves after Michael makes several offensive remarks, but not before pointing out to Jim that Dwight has suffered a concussion. Lstm.

Jim and Michael take Dwight to the hospital where Michael insists that his burned foot is a more serious injury than Dwight's blunt force trauma. Before they go, Pam bids "goodbye" to the concussed Dwight, aware that she will probably never see the good-natured version of Dwight Schrute ever again...probably the saddest ending in the history of television. I cried for hours...well not really....

The "Little" Things

The power in such a simple thing can make all the difference.

Little things make such a big difference, so much in fact...that I wonder if maybe there aren't "really" any little things in life. Everything leads to something else.

Pieces of thread become a tapestry.

Flakes of snow become a snowman.

Blades of grass form a field.

DNA becomes you.

Termites are little, but given time, they can eat an entire house.

A match is a "little thing" but it can burn and destroy an entire forest.

The tongue is a little thing but life and death are in the power of the tongue.

"Little things" can destroy a business, a marriage ... and a life. But, little things can also turn a life around!


Little things like saying "I love you." The random phone call. The wave from a stranger. The courtesy of someone you come in contact with. The hug from someone who is happy to see you. Yes ... it's the little things that make all the difference in our world....

The name that sets me Free

When I go, I'm going to go out like Elijah
A chariot to carry me across the bright, bright sky
When I go, I hope that I have no regrets
A laugh and then I'll tell this world goodbye

When I go, I want to know I left this world
A better place then when I came
When I go, I want this whole world to know
A power that's in this single name

Jesus, oh Jesus
When I go, my prayer shall be
Jesus, oh Jesus
The name that's set me free

When I go, don't regret the day or time
Since it's always been the way of things
When I go, I won't be worse for wear
Since it's time to join my Lord and King

When I go, I'll say to those who mourn
Since I'm gone please know you're loved
When I go, I'll wish I'd shared some words
Since I'll have to wait on you up above

Jesus, oh Jesus
When I go, my prayer shall be
Jesus, oh Jesus
The name that sets me free

When I go, I trust you'll know it fine
But now your choice remains
When I go, please find the peace I have
But don't remain in chains

When I go, some may have concerns
But a Christian I know I'm free
When I go, I won't be thinking Atheist
But I will confess it could be fun to be a tree

Jesus, oh Jesus
When I go, my prayer shall be
Jesus, oh Jesus
The name that sets me free

Diversity

To make up for my sappy poem, I'm going to go a different route tonight. Visualize with me please.

I wake up in a reality where the temperature is subzero.
Not so bad. Except I'm sitting at a round table outside of a coffee shop....

Wait. I know what you're thinking: "There's nothing wrong with sitting at a table outside of a coffee shop!"

Fair enough. However, my argument would be that it depends on the company that's with you. For example, in my case, try sitting to the left of a gorilla. Did I mention that the gorilla is constantly talking through a CB radio, while shouting out pizza toppings with clenched jaw?

To the right of this gorilla sits Elmer Fudd. As if having Elmer Fudd sitting next to a gorilla isn't weird enough, Elmer Fudd is also speaking in a french accent AND constantly accusing people of stealing HER lucky charms. She also laughs hysterically while then telling everyone immediately afterwards, "That's not funny."

Sitting to the right of the Elmer Fudd Is the Bowing Chinaman, he is speaking in rhymes and coughing all the tymes. Not too odd, right? Did I mention that he can't bend his elbows at all? On top of that he likes ringing a bell, similar to the ones that are in the hotels in the movies. (This is important future info.)

Moving on.

To the right of the Bowing Chinaman sits the Wicked Witch. The wicked witch has been cursed and must repeat the last word of every sentence that HE speaks. The poor fellow also has a cold and is constantly sneezing. The "real" interesting thing about the Wicked Witch is that he is in love, and cries (and sneezes of course) whenever a bell is rung....

That's right, you heard me. He's in love with the pirate to his right. There's a slight problem with his love for her. Just like her lover, she too has been cursed. Whenever the bell on the table is rung (generally the Chinaman's doing)the pirate must profess her undying love for the "ringer" of said bell. Meanwhile her lover cries to the same bell...it's almost...odd.

Oh I almost forgot - The Pirate, while speaking in her pirate accent, has to make hand symbols to explain EVERYTHING she says. And can't hear the name of any food item without saying, "That sounds delicious!"

To the witch's right sits my friend Andrew Collier. If you've ever met Andrew you know he's a little odd...

Tonight he's a little "weirder" than normal. He can't take his hands off his head and is forced to constantly quote television adds. He's had one of his dreams come true though...the girl to his right sways at every word he says (literally). Ironically, he has to copy EVERY move she makes.

?!?!? - I know.

In semi-layman's terms. He talks = She sways. She sways = He sways. He talks = He sways. We good now? Good!

Oh, and he thinks that everyone at the table is a cannibal...which is ridiculous thing to believe....

The girl to his right, who I already mentioned, is the girl to my left.

The circle is almost complete.

She sways at Andrew's every word, duh. But also can't tell the truth, every word must be a lie. At least in the beginning. You're still tracking with me right? So, our Lady Liar is also part Werewolf and howls whenever the Chinaman rings the accursed bell. Otherwise, she's quite normal.

And then there's me.

I'm the only one at the table that seems normal. Just a typical Drill Sergeant, imitating Scooby Doo. Admittedly, the fact I quote wise proverbs with my tongue bit (while shouting with R's in the front of my words) is "slightly" odd to a few of the more conservative people at my school. Oh well.

Fortunately, I didn't pick up my air guitar until after I was forced to make chicken noises and give up the use of my fingers.



I found myself wondering. Is this what being on drugs is like? Or perhaps this is a similar group of individuals to the Knights of the Round Table. After all, would that be "so" much of a stretch?

"Rokey Rokey Riends! *ruck ruck* Rats renough rinformation ror run right! Ralk ru rou rater...ROU RAGGGOTS...RGET RACK RIN RINE ROW!!!!" ROOD RIGHT RAGAIN!

To the One

I don’t know who you are my dear
Or when I’ll know it’s you
But you’re a part of me right now
You impact everything I do

I thought of you tonight dear one
As I lay beneath the sky
I wondered while beneath those stars
Do you, also, think of I?



I need not see your eyes or face
I can live without your smile
For I know deep down in my heart
We’ll be together in a while

I remember when I first wondered
What kind of girl you’d be
You said you’d be the right kind
So I keep waiting patiently

Sometimes as I stroll the quad at night
I ask how I’ll know it’s you
Then I feel your hand in mine
As you help me trust like you

Your love for God comes first
Love for others, close behind
Your kindness is a ray of hope
Your prejudices blind

A beauty, in my eyes, unparalleled
A peace that's source is love
You have your faults, sure enough
Yet still, you are an angel from above

One last glance of moon and stars
For tonight at least that's so
After all, my Creator has a master plan
And His sky is not Van Gogh's

It’s time for me to leave again
And I still don’t know your name
But I do know that I love you dear
It’s why I write you all the same.

Wow

I think I've learned more about myself this month than I have in a long while. Try watching Luther, Rob Bell, talking to Andrew Graef, and dwelling on God's creation all in the same weekend and you'll understand, I promise.

I'm still in "recovery" health wise...but getting better. My "state" was made better based on the worship and friends that made my day complete.

My final thought before going to sleep is this: "The God that created EVERYTHING loves me...."