I'm stupid...

You know, I just realized that I have never posted anything about my lovely, special lady. Anyway, below is a picture of my girlfriend. Bonnie and I have been dating for a little over two months. She is a special woman. She is hilariously funny, and devilishly cute. (Don't get upset, she knows what I mean by cute!) I love to be with her, and she makes me feel good about being the dork that I am.

My lovely Girlfriend 

Another one of those ironic injuries...

So..... I shot a nail into my finger today. Not the most pleasant experience of my life, but not the worst either. I am beginning to feel that these so called ironic injuries are really just signs of my ineptitude.

Why do we shoot our wounded...

I got to thinking today, and yes that is usually dangerous. But, why do we as Christians finish off our brothers and sisters in Christ when they are hurting? Why do we shoot them rather than bearing them on our backs and hauling them to the M.A.S.H. unit? Why do we cast out lost and hurting souls? Why do we shun those who enter our churches with faces covered with the shame of their sins as if we were never once that way? Why is it that when marriages
go sour, and wives and husbands struggle, we ignore them, and ostracize them? Why, when a husband dies, to we leave the widow home alone for fear of saying something wrong? Why is it that when members of our congregations fight amongst themselves do we let them fight to the death, and not step in to maintain peace? Why don't we we help the teenagers who are pregnant? Why don't we buy groceries for the widows? Why don't we practice reconciliation and healing? It's simple, we're not very much like Christ Jesus.

I wrote this blog because God brought to my attention how horribly mean we are to one another, and how this is nothing like the perfect love our Savior and role model has shown us. When Jesus left this world, he left us with the ministry of reconciliation and the commandment to love one another. We are to reconcile people to God by sharing the truth of Jesus Christ's death, burial, and resurrection. Then we are to teach them to love one another. And we must practice those things ourselves.

I heard a man speaking of churches one time. He said:" There must be a place where shame meets grace, and this must be that place." Oh,how I wish that quote would be used of me when I die. Oh, that it might be said of me: "Wherever Chris was, that was the place where people were reconciled to God, and loved with the love of Christ Jesus." What about you? Are you going to jump into Jesus' ministry of reconciliation and love, and be a place where the shameful of the world come to meet the grace of our Lord? Or are you going to shoot the wounded?

My favorite poem...

Now, I am a Christian, and I know that not all of this poem lines up with the best theology or doctrine; but I have always liked it. It was written by Rudyard Kipling, a Briton who lived in South Asia. You might know him better as the author of The Jungle Book.

"If"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

As I read back through this poem, I see a lot of trust yourself/pull yourself up by the bootstrap theology. And that is not the way we should live. We should have a fall on the grace filled, powerful arms of Jesus Christ theology. You know, I pulled this poem out of a book of quotes I had been working on before I was saved. It was covered in dust. Maybe I should put it back, and let it gather some more dust.

Lighter side of the Hill...

Setting: The student center at SWBTS where a family is setting up for a wedding.

Dad: Yes, we have a live harpist playing at the wedding.

Beans and Franks: (under his breath to me) Whew! I'm glad it's a live harpist. I hate those dead ones. They stink after a couple of days, and they sit there and do nothing.

That Beans and Franks what a sense of humor!

Something you may not know about me...

When I was in high school, I discovered one of the greatest joys of my life. You see when I was in high school I took shop class. You are probably chuckling to yourself right now, but you must understand that the shop class that I was in was no ordinary shop class. Most shop classes are filled with rednecks, pot heads, and losers; but ours was not. You see we did not do the regular things that shop classes do. There were no pinewood derby cars, or spice racks, or even gun racks. It was not an easy A, in fact; most people found it hard to pass. No, in my shop class we made furniture, and fine furniture at that. My teacher, David Roberson, was an excellent furniture maker, and passed his talents on to many of us. He would stay after school, and teach us better techniques, and advanced woodworking skills. He taught us about differing styles and schools of woodworking, and then we would make our own furniture. We had woodworking shows at our school showcasing our work, and we sold much of what we produced.

For four years I stayed with Mr. Roberson, and made some wonderful looking furniture. I made my sister a hope chest, my Mom and sister some beautiful cherry candlestands, and made myself an armoire. I also made a few mission style beds for Mr. Roberson.

All the while I fell more and more in love with working with wood. Sometimes in my head, I still hear the saws slicing through the cherry wood, the singing of wood planes over maple table tops, and the scubbing of sanpaper over oak legs. I can still smell fresh cut pine and cedar mixed with hide glue and laquer. I miss the splinters and being covered in fragrant sawdust. I miss the slow but certain pace of the work, the hum of the tools, and quiet of soul that comes with woodworking. Sometimes I get lost in the memories of it all.

I do not get much of an opportunity to do much furniture making in my little hovel here at the seminary, but I hope to one day have my own shop back behind the house. So you had better put your orders in now for what you want. I have a nice list of projects already in my head that I want to make.

So, there it is, something you may not have known about me.

Did you eat paint chips as a kid....yeah why?

So, I tried to add a few things to the blog this morning... disaster! I tried to add a counter to the blog, and totally put it in the wrong place on my template. I then tried to remove said counter, and wiped out something very important, namely the template for the background of the blog. I then commenced to pulling out what little hair I have left, until I got the bright idea to change the template. I did, and the blog is fixed, except for my links. Don't panic kids, everything will be fixed shortly! The next time I get the bright idea to add something to my blog, somebody kick me!

Live up to what you know...

I often get down on myself. I often get mad that I am not the perfect Christian. After all, I am saved by God's grace. I am a son of the KING. But the accuser all too often reminds me of my foibles and faults, and I think more about that than I do my great Savior. I often forget that it is my Savior who is perfect, not me.

Today I was reading in Philippians 3. In verse 16 I read something that eases my burden of not being perfect. Paul says: "In any case, we should live up to whatever [truth] we have attained." (HCSB) This passage helps me to understand that I should be growing in faith, but that God understands that I don't know it all. He only expects me to live up to what I know about. Though He does expect me to continue to grow to maturity in Christ, he only expects me to live out what He has shown me so far.

So, be as mature as you know to be, and God will show you what He wants you to know. And don't think that God is going to club you for messing something up you didn't know about. He is a mighty and wonderful God full of grace and mercy. What a great God!

Oh Lord, Our Lord, how excellent is your name in all the earth!

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I have had a song in my head for a couple of days now. I keep hearing it, and I keep thinking about it. I don't know who sings it. I think it is Nicole Nordeman. I don't particularly love the song, nor do I agree with all that it talks about, but it does have me thinking.

I want to leave a legacy
How will they remeber me
Did I choose to love
Did I point to you
Enough to make a mark on things
I want to leave an offering
Child of mercy and grace
Who blessed your name
Un-appologetically
I want to leave that kind of legacy.

I sometimes wonder what people think about my life. Do I choose to love people more than I hurt them? Do I point to Christ enough to leave a mark on this world? Do people see Jesus in me and become attracted to him, or do they despise the Savior because of me? Is my life honoring to God? I know that I am not full of mercy or grace, and Oh how I want to bless God's name un-appologetically, but so seldom do.

Rebellion..

I read an interesting article today. It shows a great deal about our rebellion against our heavenly Father, and our own self centeredness. Give it a read.

According to The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Joe and Deb Schum of Atlanta aren't worried about baby proofing their house or buying a car seat. As a matter of fact, the couple doesn't ever intend to have children and they are proud of their childlessness. According to the newspaper's report, "the Schums are part of a growing number of couples across the country for whom kids don't factor in the marriage equation."
The paper also pointed to the fact that the nation's birthrate fell last year to an historic low of 66.9 births per 1,000 women age 15-44. That represents a decline of 43% since just 1960. "Many childless couples," according to the report, "revel in their decision, despite badgering from baffled mothers and friends. Others struggle with the choice before keeping the house kid-free."
The Schums just don't want kids to get in the way of their lifestyle. They enjoy cruising to the Georgia mountains on their matching Harley-Davidson motorcycles. They love their gourmet kitchen, outfitted with the very latest stainless steel appliances and trendy countertops. Deb Schum explains, "if we had kids, we would need a table where the kids could do homework." Clearly, children aren't a part of their interior design plan.
This pattern of childlessness has caught the attention of others in the media. The left-wing internet site Salon.com actually published a series of articles entitled, "To Breed or Not to Breed." This series of articles featured couples and individuals who have decided that children are not a part of their chosen lifestyle.
One woman wrote that parenthood just isn't a part of her plan, regardless of cultural expectations to the contrary. Motherhood just doesn't fit her self-image or her schedule. "I compete in triathlons; my husband practices martial arts; we both have fulfilling careers; we travel the world ... we enjoy family and friends; we have a fun, intimate relationship." For others, the bottom line is simply financial. One woman asked: "What would the return be on the investment? Are there any laws that would require my children to pay for my nursing home when I am old? Are they going to be a sufficient hedge against poverty and loneliness?" A return on investment?
Some who have chosen to be childless have actually formed organizations in order to band together. The group "No Kidding" was formed in Atlanta four years ago as a social outlet for couples choosing to have no children. Traci Swartz, an occupational therapist in her thirties, joined "No Kidding" with her husband Jeremy, a 32-year-old computer analyst. "When you don't have children, you are not involved in any activities like a lot of other people, like soccer and ballet," said Traci.
She explained that "No Kidding" members are more likely to talk about pets, travel, or other common interests. Kids rarely come up as a topic of conversation. "People think we sit around and talk about how we hate kids, but we almost never mention kids," Traci explained. No wonder.
Another woman in the Atlanta group explained, "you focus those motherly feelings elsewhere. For us, our dogs get all that love." That worldview is sick, but more and more common.
Christians must recognize that this rebellion against parenthood represents nothing less than an absolute revolt against God's design. The Scripture points to barrenness as a great curse and children as a divine gift. The Psalmist declared: "Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one's youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; they will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate." [Psalm 127: 3-5]
Morally speaking, the epidemic in this regard has nothing to do with those married couples who desire children but are for any reason unable to have them, but in those who are fully capable of having children but reject this intrusion in their lifestyle.
The motto of this new movement of chosen childlessness could be encapsulated by the bumper sticker put out by the Zero Population Growth group in the 1970s: "MAKE LOVE, NOT BABIES." This is the precise worldview the Scripture rejects. Marriage, sex, and children are part of one package. To deny any part of this wholeness is to reject God's intention in creation--and His mandate revealed in the Bible.
The sexual revolution has had many manifestations, but we can now see that modern Americans are determined not only to liberate sex for marriage [and even from gender], but also from procreation.
The Scripture does not even envision married couples who choose not to have children. The shocking reality is that some Christians have bought into this lifestyle and claim childlessness as a legitimate option. The rise of modern contraceptives has made this technologically possible. But the fact remains that though childlessness may be made possible by the contraceptive revolution, it remains a form of rebellion against God's design and order.
Couples are not given the option of chosen childlessness in the biblical revelation. To the contrary, we are commanded to receive children with joy as God's gifts, and to raise them in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. We are to find many of our deepest joys and satisfactions in the raising of children within the context of the family. Those who reject children want to have the joys of sex and marital companionship without the responsibilities of parenthood. They rely on others to produce and sustain the generations to come.
This epidemic of chosen childlessness will not be corrected by secular rethinking. In an effort to separate the pleasure of sex from the power of procreation, modern Americans think that sex totally free from constraint or conception is their right. Children, of course, do represent a serious constraint on the life of parents. Parenthood is not a hobby, but represents one of the most crucial opportunities for the making of saints found in this life.
The culture is clearly buying into this concept. Legal fights over apartment complexes and other accommodations come down to the claim that adults ought to be able to live in a child-free environment. Others claim that too much tax money and public attention is given to children, and that this is an unfair imposition upon those who choose not to "breed." Of course, the very use of this terminology betrays the rebellion in this argument. Animals breed. Human beings procreate and raise children to the glory of God.
Without doubt, children do impose themselves upon our creature comforts, waking us up in the middle of the night with demanding needs and inconvenient interruptions. Parents learn all too quickly that children are not only the smiling cherub sleeping in the crib, but also the dirty-faced preschooler, the headstrong teenager, and the boisterous grade-schooler.
The church should insist that the biblical formula calls for adulthood to mean marriage and marriage to mean children. This reminds us of our responsibility to raise boys to be husbands and fathers and girls to be wives and mothers. God's glory is seen in this, for the family is a critical arena where the glory of God is either displayed or denied. It is just as simple as that.
The church must help this society regain its sanity on the gift of children. Willful barrenness and chosen childlessness must be named as moral rebellion. To demand that marriage means sex--but not children--is to defraud the creator of His joy and pleasure in seeing the saints raising His children. That is just the way it is. No kidding.

Another Ironic injury...

In my last post I talked about some of the ironic injuries I have sustained. Today, the students I have been working with reminded me of another injury I sustained. As most of you know, I am an avid woodworker. Since high school, I have been making furniture, building cabinets, constructing decks, etc. I truly love to do that sort of thing. In that line of work, you are constantly using power tools: skill saws, band saws, table saws, shapers, molders, routers, etc that would chew your digits off in a moment. I have never once cut myself with a power tool. In 15+ years that I have been working with tools, not even so much as a scratch. Well, last year I decided to cut the tip of a pool cue off with my pocket knife. One hospital visit and 14 stitches later I found myself asking: "How did I not cut myself with all those power tools, yet cut the fool out of myself with the pocket knife?"

Irony...

I am a pretty big guy, sort of on the rough and tough side. I have played my share of football, been in my share of fights, done my share of stupid things, and done my share of strenous work. But today, I thought about some of the silly injuries that I have sustained. Here are three examples:

I played my share of sports, and never had a serious injury until I dislocated my knee playing Whiffle Ball with the kids across the street from my parents. Whiffle Ball! Who gets hurt playing Whiffle Ball?

I grew up near a lake with lots of inlets and coves, with lots of bridges crossing said inlets. Well, as a high schooler my buddies and I thought it would be cool to jump off of those bridges into the water. That ceased to be fun, so we decided that we should begin jumping out of moving trucks off of the bridge into the water. I never got hurt doing that. However, one day in college, I was in the parking lot in front of my apartment, when I stepped backwards, tripped over a curb and fell. As I was falling down, I reached my arms back to brace myself, and crack! I broke my arm.

And finally, I worked for the school I attend as a cabinet maker. I carried kitchen cabinets, sheets of plywood, metal scaffolding, etc. I never once hurt myself doing all the things I did there. But this past Sunday, I went to pick up my new, 3 oz cell phone from off the floor, and pulled a muscle in my back. How Ironic.

One of the best things to ever happen to me...

Today, I went and worked with a group of students from my church build an awning for an elderly member of the community. We had a great time. We drilled holes, dug post holes, and framed in the awning for this lady. We joked around, and talked about things we had done while I was the interim youth minister. It did my heart a world of good. I left that position thinking I had failed in most of the things I had done there. Today I found out differently. I found out today that I had made an impact for Christ in these kid's lives. What a blessing from the Lord, to know that you are doing something right. One of the best things to ever happen to me, work with those kids, and then see confirmation from the Lord, that I had done something right.

Stay tuned for the pics of today's adventure.

The coolest website a guy could ever stumble upon...

Good Giggly Wiggly! I just found the coolest web site a guy could ever find. It is called How Stuff Works. It shows you how dish washers work, how to make cool stuff like magnetic guns, and how Krispy Kreme donuts are made! What an awesome web site! I am going to make half the stuff they showon the site. I am almost crying I am so excited. You gotta check this out!

My friends...

My friends: Me, Geo, Thomas, and Nathan

My friends...

I have been blessed by God to meet so many great people here in seminary. I have met people and started relationships here that will carry on throughout the rest of my life. Though I have met many great people, and made many new friends, there are about five guys that have made the greatest impact on me. They are my five best friends. Meet the first three.

George: Geo Heyyyy Ooooohhhhh! Geo is a great friend. He's always there when you need him. He always likes to have fun, and always keeps me from taking myself too seriously. He has a great sense of humor. Geo, you are a great minister. You do a great job of leading people to a better understanding of their Lord.
Some of the greatest memories I will ever have of my life were spent with Geo. Geo, sorry about the beatings I have given you over the years.

Thomas: Sweet T! Thomas will be a defender of the faith one day. I look forward to reading his books one day. I admire Thomas' work and study ethic. He is a fun guy to be around too, always keeping me laughing, and sometimes getting me into trouble. Don't ride in the car if he is driving though. Thomas (said in my best spanish accent) you scare me to death when you drive so fast.

Nathan: Natan! In Hebrew Nathan means he gives. His name fits him. Nathan is my friend that I talk to about the serious stuff in my life. He always has an open ear, and great advice. What a great friend! He has a sneaky sense of humor too. Sometimes he will sneak in a joke, and two minutes later you find yourself laughing. Nathan will be the best Christian counselor in the world very soon. Nathan, thanks for being such a great friend.

Folks, If I wrote for days, and published volumes, I could not tell you acurately what these guys have meant to me. May the Lord be praised and thanked for sending you guys into my life.

Increase, more and more...

I Thessalonians 4:1-8
I have been reading through this passage and studying it for a week or so. I have come to realize that God wants us to increase in sanctification more and more. (Don't get me wrong, I knew this before, but it is now more cemented in my mind.) He is not satisfied that we have arrived where we are. He tells us increase more and more. Continue on in the faith. Work hard, in the power of the Spirit to become more like Christ. Fulfill the commandments God has given because you love him and want to please him. And do not reject this progress, don't refuse to go on in the faith, because if you do, you are rejecting God.

What does this say about a good number of people in our churches? So many of our parishioners are too close to where they came into the Church. So many of them are refusing to push forward in their growth with God, and therefore are rejecting him. How about you? Are you increasing more and more in Christlikeness, or are you rejecting God? No need for answers to me, I am just throwing this out for you to think about.

Homesick...

All day long I have had these thoughts and this song running through my head.

You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you
But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you

(Chorus)
I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now

Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I'm still here so far away from home
(Chorus)

In Christ, there are no goodbye
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again To see you again

And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now.

-Oh how I long for the day that I can go home to be with my Father in Heaven, and with His Son, Jesus Christ. I've never been more homesick than now.

O God, Our Help In Ages Past by Isaac Watts

O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home!

Under the shadow of Thy throne They saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in Thy sight Are and evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.

Time like an ever rolling stream Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the opening day.

O God our help in ages past, Our hope of years to come, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home.

-May our loving heavenly Father remind you today of His love and grace towards you. May He bring to your mind that His mighty right arm is sufficient to protect and provide for your every need, and far more than you ever imagined. May He call to your memory that He has purchased you with the high price of His Son, so that you may be with Him for eternity.

O what a Savior! O what a God!

Why I love old folks... Part II

In my previous post, I talked about some of the reasons why I love the seniors I minister to @ FBC Crowley. I want to add another reason why I love old folks. W. H. "Boog" Kitchens.

I love old folks because I had the best old folks to be around when I was growing up. My examples of old folks were not the cantankerous old folks that you see in Grumpy Old Men, or read about in church planting articles. My rememberances of old folks come from my grandparents, and they were all a hoot. I never really knew my Dad's father much. He died when I was young, but I do remember him being a loving grandfather. My grandmothers were lively, fun, and always loving. But then there was the best grandparent a kid could ever ask for,............... W. H. "Boog" Kitchens.

I love old folks because of my mother's father, Boog. Boog was hilarious. He used to get on the floor and play with us. He made paper hats and would draw pictures with us. Boog would take me fishing, and show me the coolest car in the world, that would run without a key in the ignition! Boog would take us to town, and buy us candy. Boog would let me wear his old "Bear Bryant" Hat in the store even when it embarrassed him because it was so old and dirty. Boog would let us ride with him on the "Big Red Mower," and would "water" my sister and I with the flowers. What a great example of an older person.

I learned to love Boog even more as I got older. I would sit with Boog on the porch swing at his house, and we would talk about what it meant to be a good person. Those talks made me want to be one. He would poke fun at me and ask me about my girlfriends, which I did not have at the time. It helped me understand that a little ribbing is an ok thing. Boog was the one who taught me how to work with wood by making rubber band guns, and rubber band boats. I still love to make furniture, and work with my hands today. Boog was a prankster, and a great joke/story teller. It is from him that I developed my sense of humor, and my love to sit around and talk with friends. Boog's influence really shaped my life.

I finally learned how to deal with some tough times because of Boog. Unfortunately, I didn't learn how to deal with tough times because Boog sat me down and talked with me about them, but rather because Boog brought them on. W.H. Kitchens fell and broke his hip, and because of diabetes he had to have his leg removed below the knee. Boog later died because of complications to the surgery to remove his leg. All this crushed me. My favorite person in the whole world had gone to be with the Lord, and I did not know how to handle it. I didn't go insane, or get depressed, but I did have to start thinking about life in a different way. In his death, Boog taught me that I needed something outside of myself to help me through hard days. I eventually was awakened to the fact that laying my cares on God, through Christ and his Holy Spirit were the only way to deal with my toughest days. From Boog I realized that I needed to live for God, and trust in him.

So, that is why I love old folks. I had the best examples as I grew up. I had lovable examples, and so I love old folks now.

I love old folks...

One of my best friends, or at least I thought he was; recently added my blog to his list of friends' blogs. Of course you name the link on your blog. So, he named mine The Geri Playhouse. This is an obvious referral to the fact that I work as the Senior Adult intern at First Baptist Church Crowley, TX.

People are constantly amazed that a man of the somewhat youthful age of thirty can work with people twice his age. They wonder at how I can go play dominos on a perfectly good Friday night with my seniors, or take them to a Southern Gospel Singin', or one of the many other outings we have. Well, let me tell you how I can do it. First, they love me, and treat me well. Second, they are a fun group of people. Sure, it takes them a little longer to get to the fun, but they know how to have it when they get there. They have experience. Next, they are full of great stories. I can't tell you number of times I have laughed with my seniors, or cried with my seniors about the wonderful things and the tragedies that have befallen their lives. Finally, my seniors are an ispiration. Older people have the best testimonies. I have seen in my seniors, God's hand at work. When they tell about their lives I get the picture of faithful Christians living faithful lives. I get to see what it is like to live out a saint's life. I get to see the struggles, and the victories, I get to see how God is faithful to provide, how God chastens, and how God blesses. It inspires me to keep running the race when I see one of my 80 year olds sitting in a pew singing praises to God, when I know that they are suffering with plueresy or diabetes, some other ache that would keep a 20 year old moaning in his bed on Sunday morning. My seniors are God's testimony that the Christian life can be lived.

So, go ahead, call it Geri's playhouse. It's not so bad. Oh, and if you want, you can join me tomorrow night @ 6:30 pm for a rousing evening of 42, Mexican train, and Chicken foot. Don't worry, you'll be home by 9:30.