My friend Robin pointed me to another friend’s blog recently. Chris Yambar is an absolute riot to hang around, and always keeps you laughing, but he is also one of those guys that challenges and convicts you just by being who he is. I definitely think it’s worth your time to take a few minutes to read his latest blog post.
The other day, I realized something about my own particular Christology (that’s the fancy word for the stuff I believe about Jesus). I think Jesus laughed when people farted. It’s funny! Even grown-up, mature business men will laugh when someone farts in the men’s washroom. I think Jesus laughed at farts.
The dictionary says that being cynical is defined as being “bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic.” I used to think that there wasn’t really anything that wrong with being cynical, in fact I almost felt as if it was a good thing. I saw myself as being a realist; someone who objectively analyses the world around them. After thinking about what my friend had to say, I think I’m getting a little cynical about being cynical. I’m starting to get distrustful and pessimistic about the benefits of cynicism. I think it’s time for a change.
I’ve been married for 13 years to an absolutely amazing woman. I definitely got the better end of the deal there, but I have a bad habit: I take her for granted. Now, while it’s certainly not okay that I do it, I’m pretty sure I’m in good company. In fact, most guys I know […]
Hey there, everyone. I’m sitting in the Denver Airport waiting for my flight to Boise and catching up on a little blog reading. Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time working on getting the painting done in our new home, and I’m really getting sick of it. I chuckled when I came across this post from Michael Hyatt, so I thought I would share it with you. Definitely worth the read.
I thought I’d post the video from my message this past Sunday. We were looking at the life of Joseph and some of the ways he managed to survive a life in the pits.
Quite honestly, I think that the grace of God far exceeds anything that we will ever comprehend this side of eternity. I think that the accusing Jesus I met in the recesses of my mind was nothing but a counterfeit. He wasn’t Christ.