Archive for August, 2006

Celebrity look alikes.

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

Boy!  This star look alike thing is wild. Check this one out.

The thing that disturbs me is that Jeff is considered a celebrity.

Tail Chasing

Wednesday, August 30th, 2006

Have you ever had one of those times when nothing was wrong but you just aint getting anywhere?  Me too.  Today.

Well a few years back I became acquainted with Andrew Peterson’s music.  He wrote a song about this sort of thing.  It sounds even better than it reads.  So go buy it if you want to.

The Chasing Song

Now and then these feet just take to wandering
Now and then I prop them up at home
Sometimes I think about the consequences
Sometimes I don’t

Well, I realize that falling down ain’t graceful
But I thank the Lord that falling’s full of grace
Sometimes I take my eyes off Jesus
And you know that’s all it takes

Well I wish that I could say that at the close of every day
I was happy with the way that I’m behaving

‘Cause Job, he chased and answer
The wise men chased the Child
Jacob chased her 14 years and he
Captured Rachel’s smile
Moses chased the Promised Land
Joseph chased a dream
David, he chased God’s own heart
All I ever seem to chase is me

Well, they say a race can only have one winner
And you know you’ve got to pull out front to win
God knows the only time I’m winning
Is when I’m chasing Him

Well I wish that I could say that at the close of every day
I was happy with the way that I’m behaving

‘Cause Samson chased a woman
and he chased the Philistines
I’m not quite sure what Jonah chased
But I know he caught the sea
Cain, he chased the harvest
While Abel chased the beasts
David, he chased God’s own heart
All I ever seem to chase is me

And Jesus chased the moneymen
And he chased his Father’s will
He chased my sin to Calvary
And he caught it on that hill
Saul, he chased the Christians
Till his blindness made him see
David, he chased God’s own heart
All I ever seem to chase is me

Being helpful.

Tuesday, August 29th, 2006

Stacy asked for help but wasn’t getting much.  So I hope this helps.

Eating and Atmosphere

Monday, August 28th, 2006

Since Echo has gone back to work, we don’t have those Monday lunchtime dates that we used to. We were missing these so today I drove from our suburban home down to uptown Dallas to pick her up for lunch.

She wanted to share something special with me. We drove down to Oak Cliff to a local legend. We went to the Charco Broiler. The atmosphere was interesting and nostalgic. It was like a time warp back to 1975.

The only problem was the party next to us. It was a large group from the Dallas Zoo. They weren’t misbehaving. But there was just something in the air.

It gave me a new idea for a restaurant.

Go ahead. Click on it. That cheetah is feasting on one fine piece of prime beef gullet.


Sunday, August 27th, 2006

My muscles are sore. That reminds me that I did something productive.

I have a gold ring on my finger. The woman who gave it to me wants me to remember something. She wants me to remember that she loves me. She wants me to remember that we have devoted ourselves to each other. She wants to remind me that we will grow old together.

Christ sat with his disciples. He broke bread and passed a cup. He said, “Do this to REMEMBER Me.”

Sunday morning is full of ways that we show love to each other and to God. But communion is different. All the other stuff is us doing things to tell God we love Him. Communion is God telling us that He loves us.

Remember Me. Remember that I put on flesh and served your sentence. Remember that I formed you as the masterpiece of creation. Remember that you must consume me. Remember that I am. Remember that I love you. Remember that I reconciled you to Me. Remember that the best is yet to come.

Fake Cocktails

Saturday, August 26th, 2006

Well since my wife may never post again, I’ll do one of her types of posts. This one is just for fun. In this comment thread, make up a new mixed drink. Name it and give us the ingredients. Drinks that already exist may be ignored. I will periodically update the post to reflect the good entries.

I’ll get it started.

  • Fat Redheaded Table Dancer: 16oz Fat Tire, 1 shot of Jagermeister, 2 shots of Tequila.
  • Dirty Old Man: 12oz Old Milwaukee, 2 shots of Gin, 1 dash of Vermouth, 2 olives, a squirt of olive juice.
  • Clearly Out Cold: 1glass of Cold Duck, 4 shots of Everclear.
  • Naked Barbie: Blonde Ale, shot of Everclear.

Harsh Truth

Friday, August 25th, 2006

I was a young man. I was hurt. I was confused. I was lonely. I was rejected.

I did not deserve the treatment I received. Yet I was willing to go back for more abuse. It makes no sense. But it happens all the time. It happens to more folks than just me.

I wanted to be loved. I was actually loved but I neglected to consider that love. I was blinded by the pain. I dwelled on the negative. I lived in the doldrums.

Having recently committed my life to Christ, I wondered how long God would let me suffer. Little did I know the suffering would soon be over. With one harsh truth, I was going to rebuild my life. With one harsh truth I was going to develop mettle. With one harsh truth I was going to know pain and happiness all at once.

My uncle blocked my way. He stood stout and unmovable. He looked me in the eye and gave me wisdom directly from the Heart of the Almighty. He said, “Boy, you can’t make her love you. You can’t make anybody love you.”

This may be a harsh truth. But it is the truth. And the truth set me free.

I am free from the burden of trying to make somebody love me. I’m free to just be myself instead of some imposter out to impress somebody. I’m free to recognize the love that I have instead of ignoring it while I pine over folks that don’t care.

Now the lessons my Mama tried to teach me all make sense. I am loved more than most folks get to be. I don’t have to go looking for love. It comes to me. And it comes in abundance.

No. You can’t make somebody love you. Not even God can do that.

Yes. You can love who you want to. It is your choice. Choose wisely. Choose often.