Shlog

It’s what the founding father’s would want.

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I liked not liking Darth Vader.  The way he wheezed.  The way he picked up subordinates by the throat with his mind powers.  The way he surrounded himself with British actors and dim lighting.

Then George Lucas had him take off his mask.  There, under the shroud of evil, was an old man, a father struggling to breathe, asking his son for forgiveness.

"Mommy, can you help me write something?” Gresham (age five) asked.

“What do you want to write?” Becky asked.

“How do you spell ‘Averi’?”

“A-V-E-R-I”

“Is?”

“I-S”

“Hot?”

“What?”

I’m the speaker guy at church this Sunday.  And I’m scared.  I haven’t read the bible aiming to teach it to someone else in many months and it’s uncomfortable, nerve racking really.  It’s especially difficult because I don’t get to choose what I’m speaking about.  I’ve been asked to speak about Joshua - the guy that “fit” the battle of Jericho, remember?

Happy Flag Day to all my Canadian readers. All one of you.

Where are the rest of you reading from?

If using a cell phone’s alarm to wake yourself for an early flight home, it’s best, turns out, that it ring and not vibrate.

The crowd belted out The Battle Hymn Of The Republic, the words projected onto a large screen behind the choir.  Beneath the words, as their background, an American flag waved with a cross imposed over it.

Stanley Hauerwas has said, “I’m a pacifist because I’m a violent son of a bitch.” And I don’t believe him.  Because he’s miniature.  He’s a diminutive (brilliant) theologian no more than five feet tall and speaking with a voice that reminds me of an LP played at a 45’s speed.  I’m not buying that he’s violent.  Not physically.  And that let’s some of

Brian and I and our wives (one each) went on a little group date last night - some dinner, some dessert, some discussion of reincarnation.  You know, the usual.

Dear Recent High School Graduate,

Don’t go to college.  Not yet.  Instead, travel, dance, serve, sit, write, think, work.  Because it beats being “undecided.”

Take a year to decide.