tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75515482012-01-18T02:36:18.871-06:00Clay pigeons are an unsatisfying kill; they are trivial to clean and the driest of cuisine. But they have their utility in training the mind and body to take aim and fire with confidence and consistency. So please, take aim where you will, and fire as you may. My words are offered up not for sustenance, but for target practice.Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.comBlogger981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-64776952626055432172011-10-16T13:50:00.002-05:002011-10-16T14:49:02.406-05:00

It's hard to believe I'm packing up all your stuff in a box. We've been together for so long, it's difficult to imagine a life without you. I admit, I never completely believed we'd grow old together, but I desperately wanted to. I always figured we'd die together, not like we'd drive off a cliff; maybe crushed by a giant fireball from the sky, something like that.And no one else can believe that

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The end of Acts 19 is a very strange section of the book. Acts, in case you haven't spent much time with the book, is the story of God keeping his new covenant with his people. It's powerful, intimidating and so crammed full of grace and gospel that it very nearly begs to be read cover to cover. And then you get to the riot in Ephesus. It's almost surreal to read a passage in the Bible about

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As quite a few of you may know, I've created a new diet. Not "diet" in the sense of "gimmicky way to lose weight" but a full-on life changing process and filter about what and how and when and why I cram food down my gullet. I started watching TED talks on Hulu, and lemme tell you there are some amazing clips in that list. But there was one that absolutely stopped me in my tracks, William Li's

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I gotta tell you, church is making me sick these days. The self-help stuff was bad enough, the I-centric worship was getting to me, but now, we aren't even talking about God like he's God any more.The last line of the Christmas eve service was "to put Christmas simply, God showed up." That's ridiculous. The Creator didn't "show up," he was here before the world began. I wanted to scream.I just

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Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples' feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him...."You do not realize now what I am doing, but

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-45704223739846174982010-06-01T20:13:00.002-05:002010-06-01T21:32:41.028-05:00

A dear friend of mine related a recent story to me this past weekend. It seems that she was hoping that her mom would be willing to part with an old hair drier. But when she took it to her mom and said "You have a new one, can this be mine?" her mom instantly erupted into tears. My friend felt horrible about making her mom cry and offered instead to buy a new hair drier herself.Her mom then told

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I really am frustrated by the state of modern Christianity. Going to church feels disturbingly like the rest of my life. A whole bunch of folks getting together trying to pretend they're better at living their lives than they really are, listening to other folks tell them the "secrets" to living their lives better than they really are. It's not the hypocrisy that bothers me; at least that's the

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-25824705375312179192010-05-02T14:58:00.004-05:002010-05-15T21:05:44.996-05:00

There have been many times in my life where an event sharply marked a clear and decisive end - An end to a job, to a relationship, or sadly sometimes even to a loved one. It is on these days where I am most drawn to deep remembrance. I try to remember what I have done and what has been done to me. For me, an end to a time is a time for reflection.There have been other times where an event marks a

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Chris could not believe his eyes. That they were in fact still eyes seemed fairly certain. And it was equally certain that his brain was reporting their message accurately. Yet what he saw, he could not believe. How could it all be gone?To be fair, "how?" is easy to answer. There are any number of ways the "how?" would have, could have worked. It's not so much the answer to "how?" that brings

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"If you could sacrifice your son and save the whole world, wouldn't you? What's the big deal about God's sacrifice then; he did what any rational dad would do..."Aside from the obvious fact that this is a statement that would only seem rational to the childless, let's spend some time looking at the crap ton of assumptions made in such a ridiculous question.For starters, this cost-benefit analysis

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"If a miracle happens in the wilderness, and no one witnesses it, does it have an impact?"Some folks chase storms, and more power to 'em. Storms are awesome displays of natural power and most people who get up close and personal with a tornado or a hurricane don't get a chance to talk about it. It turns out that if you get too close to a storm, you're most likely going to get caught up in

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The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still. Exodus 14:14Be still, for this is a sacred day. Do not grieve. Nehemiah 8:11Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him; do not fret when men succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes. Psalm 37:7Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth. Psalm 46:10He

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This is the story, so true but so sadOf Cap'n Fluffypants run in with that dastardly cadThat vile vitriolic villain of venomous woeThat infamous thief with the gangrenous toeHis crimes are displays of his powerful mightYes the one the only Bucktooth the PirateCap'n Fluffenstuff had bravely traveled the seasProtecting crew and cargo as her ship followed the breezeShe bounced port to port procuring

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Some places are haunted. I don't mean by ghosts or spirits; that debate is not on the table here. Some places are haunted by the memories of what was but is no more. And in some of those places we erect metal and stone and wood ghosts to draw out those memories and make sure that the now is infected by the remembrance of the not.It's been ten years since I walked on the dusty deathbed of a dozen

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And so, my dear pupils, it is time for another foray into the deep effervescent thoughts of that most delightful system of measurement, the Mike Unit.Now, as a brief refresher, remember that a Mike Unit is a specific unit of measure. That is to say, if you pour liquid into a cup and you measure the volume of the liquid in the cup, you'll find that it is one Mike Unit. If you measure how hot the

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I'm in love.Yeah, it's crazy, I know. I can't stand the phrase. I've offered up alternatives. I've fought for more rigorous definitions. But I have to face it...I'm in love.That is not to say I'm wrapped up in some squishy feeling. There are certainly plenty of feelings, some of them even squishy. And I do have a strong sense of being overwhelmed and overflowed. But the phrase is not a reference

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I'm blessed to have re-re-re-uncled. My 4th neicephew arrived late last year, and while I haven't verified it myself, my brother assures me that this latest entry into the family has in fact resolved as a nephew. I've seen him a few times now, and I gotta tell you, he's a stud. A tiny tiny little man, but stud none the less. His sisters adore him, and I'm fairly confident that they're just the

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It's a surprisingly common misconception of people who do not know me well that I am afraid that people will think I'm crazy. This is, in fact, not true. I am afraid of two things when it comes to my sanity, that people will think I'm sane, and that I'm really not.As I am wont to do, I gave only half of the story in my previous post. One of the major reasons for doing so was that I was very angry

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Frankly, I'm not sure how God could be much more explicit about sex. Sex is obviously good. He created us as sexual beings. There is an entire book in the bible dedicated to sexuality. Sex is not sinful.There are however conditions where sex is an affront to God. He spells them out in Leviticus 18. Don't have sexual relations with your blood relatives, your blood relatives' wives, your neighbor's

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It's funny, but I finally realized why I've never put up a blog about something very near and dear to my heart. That something is my own system of measurement. The reason I've never blogged about it is that the name of the unit of measurement in my system was unfortunately named after me. The reason I named it after me was that I was convinced that the world would be a better place if everyone

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I remember it well. It was a bright summer morning, though it may not have actually been bright, nor summer, nor morning. I was riding with a friend and her family, or maybe just a friend, or maybe 2 or more friends through a residential area next to or just somewhat near a country club in or around Brownsville, Texas. I remember it clearly, looking around at all the fine

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Man, I am so glad you asked. This is the most awesome story ever.So January 8, I'm sitting at my desk when an email comes across from the new CEO. It starts off innocent enough. The first paragraph is just: Hi, I'm your new CEO. Paragraph two is: This is going to be a great year. But then it starts to trail off a bit. The next paragraph begins with "People have been asking me 'How can I be more

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During my most recent visit to Nepal, I climbed a mountain with the aid of a most amazing sherpa. He guided us nearly straight up the mountain. Even though he nearly died in the process, he made sure I didn't have to do any maneuver more difficult than I could manage.But there we arrived at the top of a gorgeous mountain, and there he introduced me to "The Guru". The Guru walked right up to me

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Hey, how's it going? ...Yeah, sure I'd love to sit down and chat for a while, thanks for asking...No no, I'm fine. Really, I am. I know I've had some pretty intense rants lately...Haha, right right, Christians v. Atheists, Pro-life v. Pro-choice. You're right, I'm pretty much attacking both sides of any argument I can find...Who's next? Well, I don't know, that's a good question. I suppose if I

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I'm not sure how to start this... No idea what to say or do... I feel like being really really selfish. I feel like that's why we're all gathered here today. Grandma doesn't care that we're here. The part of her that cared about things on this fairly messed up hunk of spinning rock is laying in that box over there. She doesn't care, but I do.So I want to talk about her the way I want to, not the

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I'm so glad Easter is over. I've never been 100% okay with the major holidays, but that's a subject for another time. The reason I'm glad Easter is over is because I live down the street from Planned Parenthood.For those who might not know, Planned Parenthood is in my opinion one of the most amazingly poor names one could have given any company ever. It makes more sense to call it Unplanned

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I got this request from a friend of mine this evening:go to this facebook groupand argue with this asshole of a guy who thinks he is so smarthttp://tamu.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4549214266since he is 'intellectually-elite'You know... I don't much care if some guy wants to get on a public website and rattle a bunch of Christians. He doesn't bother me in the slightest. I'm finding that I have

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"Why get married if you're not going to have kids?"I'm sure it was a rhetorical question. But like many rhetorical questions, one of those little hand trolley guys in my head takes it and chases it down the track.So why should one get married? Is the only underlying reason for marriage to have kids? And if presumably the only reason to date is to get married, then why date? And if the only reason

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-89596566847661758682007-07-23T21:47:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:55:01.449-05:00

I killed it. A beautiful newborn, a tiny infant, and I simply choked the life right out of it. I don't even know why. It was so precious, so rare, so full of potential. It was literally, obviously, unbelievably something I had waited for; something worth waiting for. And I put it out of my misery.I'm reminded of a speaker I once heard. I don't remember where or when this particular speaker spoke

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So it's official; I've finally lost it. I have finally gotten stuck to the drain at the bottom of the deep end of the pool. I've finally done a belly flop off Gibraltar. Yes folks, I've tried on the pretty white jacket and found it an excellent fit.I went to a Texas A&M baseball game. The crowd was disappointing to say the least. They seem to have forgotten how to heckle. They can do the "E",

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It's true. I've been waiting for years for the perfect blog to use that lil' gem of a title. And ladies and gentlemen, that blog has arrived.Many of you may know of the tale of the girl I dated after I was a crew chief. She's the one I referred to in the Dating Dues and Donuts post...How about the girl I broke up with by telling her "Goodbye" when I dropped her off at the dorm right before

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"Communion is a family meal with special symbolic significance." Up until a few days ago I would have disagreed with that sentence so vehemently that I wouldn't have even been able to type it for this post. I hate the word "symbol". It seems to me that people these days equate it to "trinket" or at best "expression". But perhaps I have been too harsh in my judgement. Perhaps there is

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It's that time of the year. Time to be more aware of breast cancer. They had the usual frivolities at work again this year. You could win a bowl full of pink M&M's if you guessed the how many were in the jar. For $1 you could get a pretty pink ribbon to proudly display your awareness. I, to surely no one's surprise, did not take part in the cancer day festivities. [09:15] J: why aren't you

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Steph raised an interesting point. I did, admittedly, limit the original scope of my theory to just the desire to receive attention from members of the opposite sex. But following a conversation today I'm tempted to go back to a much older theory.The theory requires a few definitions. For starters, let's define "want" as the impulse to have something which you do not currently have in your

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1160952990807706732006-10-15T16:30:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:56:28.425-05:00

"My soul sings a song even the angels cannot sing." - Pocket Full of Rocks "Falling"That line has been stuck in my mind the past few days, ever since my little sister lent me her "Song To The King" cd.I suppose it may be a bad thing that I'm analyzing things two different ways these days. There's the half of me that looks at the emotional experience; how some event, whether a concert, argument

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This is certainly a rare day. I very rarely, if ever, write down my theories while I'm still developing them. Even when I mention that it's a theory I'm working on, it's been kicked around the noodle for some time. This one is forming from the logical extension of a conversation I had over the weekend. It's in essence an extension of my thoughts on desire and intimacy. Though these two

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Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... I recently realized that all the stuff I'd ever written about Bonfire has been taken off the web. This simply cannot be tolerated. I'm not going to claim it's worth reading for anyone else, but I still need to read it from time to time.I wrote this originally back in the fall of 2000, my first semester as a prof at A&M. Some of it might be hard to follow

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Ah, I almost slipped it past all of you once more, but this time I'm afraid my conscience got the better of me. Ever wonder why, whenever people ask me about dating, I spend a lot of time talking about first dates, or I focus on what you should do to build up the suspense of the first few dates? My friends, this is not the science of dating, this is the art of seduction.Now, to be fair, it's my

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So people have been asking for another dissertation on dating. I've got to tell you, I'm about the worst person to give dating advice ever. I think I've had every clichéd relationship you can think of. The first girl I ever dated I only went out with twice. We were together for a weekend; we broke up for a month. Oh, and did I mention I bit her tongue the first time we kissed? For that

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No one has seen God at any time. The unique One - fully God - the "I am" in the bosom of the Father, that One has explained him fully. - John 1:18That stopped me dead in my tracks when I read it the first time in "Commentary on the Gospel of John" by Rev. Dr. W. Hall Harris III. Here's the same verse in the NIV:No one has ever seen God, but God the One and Only, who is at the Father's side, has

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I can't stand Easter. Too much pomp, not enough circumstance. Trumpets, egg hunts, pancake breakfasts by youth groups, choir after ensemble after choir... it seems that church on Easter Sunday is about almost everything besides Jesus' resurrection. I understand that it's a celebration, but the party shouldn't eclipse the reason for having it in the first place.And I have to be honest, I'm a

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1145683071324576062006-04-22T00:01:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:53:07.803-05:00

If you're offended by seeing any of the following words in print: "fucking", "shit", "crap", "asshole", "box", "it", "stupid", "up", "damn", "beneath", "mp3", "truth", or "cattle prod", then you might as well read on since you're now already offended.Carlos,I'm sure you get these sorts of emails all the time, so I hope adding one of my own won't bother you too much. I never caught much more than

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I have a little story I've been working up for a few years now. A bit of a departure from my normal stories, this one has absolutely no basis in fact. My intention is not to relay some previous sequence from my life's history, but to parallel the truth in the sterile clean room of my mind. Some might call it an analogy, others a parable, I prefer to call it a painting.This painting is quite an

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1142053090806295072006-03-10T21:33:00.000-06:002008-04-22T21:52:25.547-05:00

Truth is, I don't know anything about her. It's possible I might have heard her name in passing. It's possible that a buddy's girlfriend had a class with her once. It's possible that an old friend trained her before leaving for a new job.Truth is, I'm not sure I want to know anything about her. It's a violation of the first rule of attraction to hold on to any feeling for a woman who is being

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So, this past weekend was probably the most incredible weekend I've had in many moons. I got to see Blake and Fallon perform for the first time in months. I got to have a 3 hour argument with my boss that's been about 3 years overdue. I got to meet two incredible bands, Threads and Burgundy Road, two sets of guys who are clearly into music and clearly into Jesus Christ. I found a new bar run

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Perhaps ironic, perhaps morbid, perhaps downright depressing, but this time of year makes me think of, ponder, and otherwise potificate the many facets and faces of death. No no, not the movie, just good ol' fashioned say-no-more fare-thee-well. In truth, I don't really think too terribly much about death. But just as weddings make me consider my ideal marriage ceremony, so too do funerals

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I found myself a new addiction, a little webpuzzle called notpron. In telling the story I present this evening, I'm afraid that I must spoil a few of the puzzles, level 40 in particular. For this I am deeply sorry, and beg of you to first, before reading this post, go directly to notpron and solve the first 40 levels. You will be the better for having done so. So to not inadvertently give

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"This flag is presented on behalf of a grateful nation..."To be honest, I don't even know what else the officer said to my grandma. I was standing right behind her, choking back tears for the second time last Saturday. The first time came with "laughter", the last word of the poem grandma asked me to read to conclude the funeral service. To be honest, I don't want to know what else that officer

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My computer died recently. I thought I lost everything, and I lost more than I can reproduce from memory. In what I did recover, I found the following little essay. It's a little more self-deprecating than I'd like, but I was hurting when I wrote it, and I've always found self-deprecation far more anesthetizing than aspirin. After reading it again, I thought I'd share it. It still helps me

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Please read Matt 14:22-36 before reading this postThere are any number of tests Peter could have given this potential ghost walking on the water that wouldn't have put his own life on the line. Surely that took above average faith, yet Jesus said otherwise.Any fisherman worth his salt is an excellent swimmer, and would likely trust his skill against even the wind and waves of that night. Peter,

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I always used to say "Every woman wants to own a man." And while it may not be true for every case, I have yet to meet a woman who didn't reinforce my belief.But today, I happened across a very interesting revelation. I work in a place where there are quite a few socially awkward men and quite a few very attractive women. This is also true of my church, and as I remember things true of my

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Please read John 2:1-4 before reading this postIt is the general concensus that the "time" to which Jesus refers is the period of his miracles and ministry. He had only just called his disciples and had not yet begun performing miracles as proof of his divinity. Yet at Mary's faith and insistance, he began his miracles before his teaching.Wait a second, if Mary were truly expecting a miracle,

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If memory serves, it was a Friday afternoon in mid August, right about the time the local high schools were starting for the fall. There was still a full two weeks before the start of my freshman year at Texas A&M, which was fortunate given that the extraction of my wisdom teeth the day before didn't leave me in my usual happy festive state.As luck would have it, this particular friday was my

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1119846316794097692005-06-26T22:43:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:46:47.742-05:00

Much like Elmer Fudd, I'm out once more hunting wascally wabbits. Thankfully we have separate hunting grounds; his acetate, mine in the far more elusive job market. I do hope I will have the good sense and good fortune to recognize a wabbit (a good job for those of you with heads low to the ground) when it kisses me on the face.I'm tired of resumes. I look pretty good on paper; that's not the

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Alright ladies and laddies, I'm going to try to keep this one brief, but as they used to say, "There's meat in them thar hills." So try and keep up.We're doing a pretty interesting bible study over Matthew this summer, sort of a survey of themes, you might say. The current theme is "Fulfillment." A few interesting quick facts: there are 47 Old Testament quotes in Matthew and he writes "to

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I had the distinct priviledge and pleasure this past weekend of giving both my first and my second toast at a wedding.This weekend marked my 23rd rented tuxedo, each and every one of them rented as part of my participation in the weddings of my friends or family. This weekend was special in so many ways, and it is hard to distill it down to a simple blog post. But of all the memories I'm sure

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Ah, the joys of Unclehood. My neice was born a few days ago, and much to everyone's delight, she has all her fingers and toes. There was the possibility that she didn't, but thankfully my brother's inability to count to 20 was the true culprit. But I have decided to write for her, and for a few dear friends of mine, my answer to her possible future questions about why she was baptized a week

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What is your definition of the Holy Spirit? According to that definition how does it interact with us? I've been sitting on those questions now for months. I'm still not sure I can do the answer any justice. But I miss writing, so I'm going to try. I think when it gets right down to it, we all pretty much have to admit there is something outside the universe that created and sustains it.

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Can someone repent too much? The simple answer, no. Sure you can repent so much that it starts to lose meaning. You can "turn back to God" and immediately pull a 180. But that's just lip service and not true repentance. But the question really isn't completely answered yet. The truth is that you can repent all you want, you can live a life of continual repentance, and you still won't be

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Following one of my previous blog posts, my brother asked "Is forgiveness a response to repentance, or is repentance a response to forgiveness?" Repentance is a response to God's call to leave our sin and return to him. Forgiveness is the visible result of a merciful God. Forgiveness is a gift given independent of repentance, however without repentance we reject its utility in our lives. Sin

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1097724524562818342004-10-13T22:25:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:45:21.657-05:00

I ran across this song the other day. I couldn't find the lyrics online, so I'm posting them here. It's called "Around My Neck" by 100 Portraits The cross I wear around my neck, what does it mean if it does not mean death? Please tell me if it doesn't mean blood or nails or crying or lonliness? The cross I wear around my neck, what is it for if it is not for breaking? If it's not for pain,

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By pretty much all accounts, I'm an incredible guy. Sure I mess up a bit from time to time and do some retardedly stupid things, but all in all, you'd be hard-pressed to find a better me than me. And it's not so surprising that God would welcome me into his family. I mean, if I was God, I'd probably create the whole world just for me, and I'd probably have a family just so I could be in it.

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These are two words I've heard people use to describe their current situation in life a million times over. Brokenness is the state in which you find yourself in the crumbled ruins of your hopes and dreams with the realization that you must either rebuild or crumble with them. Emptiness is that black hole of sorrow and regret that sucks away all your motivation, leaving you with nothing but a

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Summary of 1 Cor 3:But I had to treat you gently because of your young faith. And you are still not ready to be addressed as spiritual because of your jealousy and quarreling. For are you not using the foolish wisdom of men when you bicker about which messenger you follow. These messengers are only servants in whom you came to believe in the one who sent them. They were only doing the work

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So it turns out that my friend is not blogging to colouredpyrex but to starryskie. So drop by if you'd like, at least until she changes it again because I've supplied you with a link. Cliff Notes on 1 Cor 2:I came to you in weakness and fear, without eloquence or wisdom, armed only with the knowledge of Christ and his death. This was so my preaching might be a demonstration of the Spirit's

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A friend and I have decided to reflect on a chapter of 1 Corinthians every other day. If you would like to check out her reflections, head on over to Coloured Pyrex. Cliff Notes on 1 Cor 1:To those who have been set apart in Christ: You have been blessed in great measure; you want for nothing as you wait for our Lord's return. He will keep you strong in your faith until that day, for our Lord

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1094081856766139812004-09-01T18:36:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:43:13.611-05:00

I don't have a problem with Evolution. Evolution is just looking at the world and the past and noticing a pattern. Evolution itself never claims to be a way of predicting where we're going, just the process of observing where we've been. I don't particularly have a problem with Natural Selection, although the statement "Only the strongest survive" can only be true if you're willing to define "

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So in the five or so minutes of TV I've watched in the past two weeks that wasn't part of NBC's Olympic coverage, I happened to catch some guy from PETA on some talk show ranting about Cindy Crawford selling out to the blood fur industry. PETA, just in case you didn't know, stands for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, a cause everyone is more than willing to support until they figure

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9To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everybody else, Jesus told this parable: 10"Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. 11The Pharisee stood up and prayed about himself: 'God, I thank you that I am not like other men--robbers, evildoers, adulterers--or even like this tax collector. 12I fast twice a week and give a

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By request, a little late night blogrification on the perils of being a nice guy. Would you believe the world is about receive the answer to that age old enigma, "Why do women always fall for the jerks?" It's true, I'm about to unveil this Golden Fleece to you, my faithful reader, though what you might do with the revelation is once again a mystery for the ages. Let's take the traditional

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You can't drag me from the tv right now. These two weeks, I'm glued to the screen. If the olympics are on two channels, I'm watching both. I'll stay up till they replay the same stuff from earlier in the day. I don't watch just because I love when an American gets the gold. I don't care at all about the gold medal. I watch non stop and I don't have the faintest idea what the medal count is.

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Miss me? Of course you did. Next time I'll try to give you a little advance warning before I take a week off. We wouldn't want you to go into convulsions or anything from the shock of Fuwjax withdrawals. I've been reminded this past week of a conversation I had way back when with one of my freshmen when I was a sophomore in Lechner Hall. "I feel so disillusioned," she said in a tone of voice

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Well, not so much for happy healthy dating, more for a happy healthy first date. Plan the meal. Every first date should have food involved, and in my opinion should start with food. It is your responsibility to make sure that meal is somewhere she wants to go. So when you set up the date, ask her where she'd like to go. If she has no preference, that's fine, some people aren't good at fill in

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Human emotion is a terribly difficult thing to capture. The movie industry has always tried to put it to film with limited success, and has in my opinion resorted to capturing our emotions rather than projecting the emotions of the characters to the screen. Radio has likewise abandoned their hopes of recording anything more deep than angst instead faithfully following a regimen of catchy hooks

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Cleaning... if it really is next to Godliness, then I'm really glad I'm not God. I can't stand cleaning, especially when I decide to really clean, to go through everything and throw out the stuff I don't need any more. I picked up a few foot lockers from WallyWorld, and I'm going through all the stuff I have scattered about the room. I'm in a practical mood right now, and what few knick knacks

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Nope. No Fuwjane, no Fuwjill, no Fuwjaniqua. Some people say I'm afraid of commitment; that's just bull puckie. I like commitment, in fact, if you're anything like me you get into commitments all the time. That's what friendship is. I'm not afraid of commitment, I'm afraid of women. How many times have you ever heard "Man, they found some guy dead down by the railroad tracks; they're not sure

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I admit, I spend an awful lot of time on dictionary.com. I think it's important to be able to define words. I do, more often than not, use words inappropriately, but I think the ability to define them is paramount. That said, I would like to offer the definitions to a few words I've found most Christians use, but whose meaning may not be completely clear. If you will forgive me for doing so, I

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Warning: The following blog contains strong language. If possible, read it in braille to keep your eyes from bleeding. Names are odd things. I don't mean the letters on your drivers license. I mean your name. I know how my friends say my name. And they all say it differently. It's almost like having a different name for every one of my friends. And anyone who says my name in a way I don't

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So in case you haven't been paying attention, I went to a Monte Montgomery concert last weekend. By "paying attention" I do of course mean paying attention to me, not paying some unknown amount of some unknown currency to something or someone identified as "attention". And in case you're still short on rent, Monte is the best thing to happen to blues rock since blues and rock found out they were

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Could it be? Have we reached so far into the darkness that we must contend and content ourselves with such a recollection as this? Please, something, anything, everything other than this unbearable reprehensible tale. Stop your whining. You're going to listen to this story, and you're going to like it. This is the first, and quite likely the last time I will ever put this story in anything

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I finally got to see one of the people I consider a Texas legend this past weekend. Monte Montgomery played the River Road Ice House Saturday night, and I really don't have the words to describe the concert. These guys are incredible live; they play blues rock like they invented the genre. Before the concert we went to some restaurant for good company and mediocre food, and I know you're

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Some people say that when you vote, you should vote for the best man for the job. I disagree completely with that. I don't believe the best man for the job is one of my options. I personally think that as an American it is my responsibility to support my president even if his views differ from my own. I couldn't stand Clinton, but while he was president, he was my president, end of

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As computers become more a part of our lives, it is our responsibility to understand better how they work, and what they can be asked to do for us. In short, I think people who use computers should learn how to program. Most of us use our computers for email and chat. We have what amounts to a thousand dollar pager. These little gray boxes are terrifically useful, if only we understood what

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I'm tempted, every time I see TNT's slogan "TNT: We Know Drama", to take them to court. They don't know drama, my former students had more drama in their collective pinky finger than Mr. Turner has on all of his networks. One of my former-student-turned-friends is leaving for greener pastures today with her husband. The two of them have been good friends for the past few years. In celebration of

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So I floated the Guadalupe this weekend. We lost keys and licenses and phones and lots of money to the river. We lost one of our group 3 minutes into the trip and didn't find her till we got off the river. 4 of our cars were towed and they wanted $600 to get them back. I got a sunburn that'll probably hurt for a few more days, and if memory serves, I think I accidentally threw my pride away in an

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Friend: Alright, I want to know right now. Do you want to date me? Fuwjax: No ma'am, I don't care how much carbon-14 is in you.Ah dating, such a horrendously stupid subject to blog over. I think you should spend time with whomever you want, whenever and however you both are willing to spend time with each other. I don't call that dating, that's just good ol' fashioned friendship. Of course you

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Come near to God and he will come near to you.Frankly, I don't doubt that this is somewhat confusing to people. It sounds like it is our responsibility to show up at God's door, and if we don't then he's not going to come anywhere near us. I don't think this is an if-then kind of situation. If you don't go near God, which from the rest of the chapter clearly means repentence, then it doesn't

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For whatever reason, during Bible study last night, the following thought process flashed through my head almost faster than I could follow. Whether it is true or not is debatable, but it was an interesting thought process. The Bible is not a rulebook, though it does contain God's Law. The Bible is not a recipe for good living, though it does contain guides to wisdom and discernment. The

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1089914278927898692004-07-13T14:57:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:23:47.403-05:00

In doing a little research for my last post on innumeracy I stumbled across a site on mathematical fallacies. An excellent site, I highly recommend giving it a once over. But on the site I found the following definition and example: The Law of Averages thinking - A belief by gamblers that the more often you win or lose the more likely your luck will change on the next try. If you flip a coin

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I can't read. At least, I've never been very good at reading, and I really can't write. I do alright though. I have this little book somewhere, it's got pictures with words next to them, so I can get by. And I'm pretty good at sounding words out. But if you talk to fast, or use big words, I don't have a clue what you're saying. But honestly, I'm okay with that. I'll leave the reading and

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This past Sunday, I filled in for my pastor who took a much deserved vacation of sorts. I don't mind public speaking, so leading the service is not a big deal, but when it came to the sermon, I just couldn't read what I'd been given. Make no mistake, it was not because the sermon pastor had written for me wasn't excellent. Pastor is a journalism major and a gifted speaker. It was a great

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I love music. To plagiarize myself from an email earlier this month... Music is a strange little thing. For some reason people in the industry think music has something to do with fashion and flash. They think music has to be promoted and protected and packaged. But real music is art, and art is human experience and emotion distilled down till it's just short of abstract; it's the nectar of

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I love magnets. Sure sure, they make monitors and speakers work and not work, but I'm not talking about the technology and application of magnets. I'm just talking about magnets. If I had a big pile of magnets to roll around in all day, I think I'd just be the happiest little monkey on the planet. In fact I have 4 magnetic monkeys who could keep me company in my magnetic mountain. Ah the

Fuwjaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13705637168342431994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551548.post-1089382566610941382004-07-09T09:15:00.000-05:002008-04-22T21:19:39.756-05:00

"So where're all these opinions, O professional opiner?" Yeah, so as anyone could tell you, I have a one track mind. Okay, that's not even remotely true. I have at least a 50 track mind, but when one of my trains of thought finally makes it to the station connected to my fingers, it dumps as many passengers as it can before giving another train a chance. Perhaps we will finally be rid of the

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A long lost cousin and a friend who I've recently bumped into on the internet have both pressed me for the origins of my name. Not believing that it really is my given name and that I haven't actually changed it to protect my innocence, since they both know my given name and doubt my innocence, I finally relented. Here is, in its complete and total absence of glory, the story of how Fuwjax got

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There are some nights which stand out against the backdrop of past memories even as they are happening. There are some nights where nature and time and thought seem to swirl together consuming everyone and everything as they tear through the woven fabric of feeling and experience leaving countless ripples and eddies of unanswered questions and undigested observations. There are some nights when

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It has been offered up, and rightly so, that introductions should introduce. I have introduced you to the truth, and offered only slight insights into me. And while the argument could be made that the truth is far more exciting than me, it is after all, my blog. And so perhaps a more traditional introduction is in order. I am a professional opiner, unless by "professional" you understand "

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Opinions fly, clay pigeons   the mind's blue tapestry full devoid of insight, original thought   the casual opinist cries "Pull!" The silence is broken, thanks to the myriad of soft reassuring clicks from my Dell factory keyboard. I haven't put ideas to print for public consumption for quite some time. Blogging hardly seems the holy grail in the quest to conquer the world with my opinion

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