Saturday, December 24, 2016


Whom should we be having dinner with?

"While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house, many tax collectors and sinners came and ate with him and his disciples. When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”  On hearing this, Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.  But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’  For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” "

Matthew 9:10‭-‬13 NIV

Friday, December 9, 2016

Despite my daily failings

The fateful day Adam and Eve took bites of the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil meant that I,  and anyone else given faith in God and Jesus Christ,  would have to choose every day after to do intentional good.  Which doesn't blend with my basic urges or natural inclinations.

My natural urges would put me on a throne,  thriving even at the cost of others,  yet worshipped.  Of course the throne would be imagined,  the worshipping too.  I'd be Don Quixote.  I'd be the evil Queen.  I'd be a sad story.  So I'm thankful that I didn't write my book.  I'm thankful there is a standard out there that is better than mine and the creator has broad vision.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

My family

Marley and Solo were battling over who got the toothpaste and Solo says, "Whoever is the smartest gets the toothpaste... Wait! Whoever's the cutest I mean."

I'm not sure if it was a moment of humility or vanity.

Tonight after we left work at the YMCA we picked up a few cheeseburgers and a large fries at Old McDonald's. Then we sat at our dining room table and they talked about how it was the best meal ever and they couldn't wait for tomorrow because we could remove a link from our advent paper chain.  About how Jessica,  my coworker, has an advent calendar with little chocolates you eat each day and maybe next year we could do that too.

So much joy. I looked at them and wondered if next year they'd still be capable of the same childish delight.  God please, I hope so.

Thanks to the planning of my dad our morning was spent talking about charitable giving and how it really helps everyone.  It became a math lesson,  chemistry lesson,  sociology lesson,  and a Bible lesson. It was a great day.