Band of Heathens

Went on a long overdue date with my lovely wife last night to Billy Bob's of Texas and saw The Band of Heathens if they come to your town you need to check them out.

New Addiction

Netflix instant play Dead Like Me.  Crazy waste of time.  Can't get enough of it.  Horribly foul language but creative writing and premise.

Indelible Grace

I've been listening and singing this music in RUF settings and now in corporate worship for 15 years and its been around for a little longer than that.  Don't know if thats time tested but I can't imagine Lord's Day worship without it. Check out Indelible Grace and their new album.  Also a big fan of Red Mountain Music

Ben's Arm

So a few weeks ago my son using what we like to call "creative" obedience otherwise known as disobedience while playing where he wasn't supposed to be playing broke his arm.  Now you might say that is too bad and I'm sure he's learned his lesson and well no offense but you'd be wrong.  Anyway enough about that look at the picture above and you'll see the break and the rod stuck in his arm, which I'd like to say hurt worse than the bills its produced but I'm not quite sure.

Well last week I went here

I stayed here

With these people

I did some of this

Then I flew back got in a car and drove 10 hours through alot of this

With these people

To see these people get hitched

Then when we woke up there was two to five inches of this on the ground

Then we drove back and frankly I'm exhausted!!!

I'm out for the week here.  I'll post next week.

Sabbath Posts 2

“On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions.   Does any-one have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke?   Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it?   The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning.   It is madness to wear ladies’ straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets.   Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews.   For the sleeping god may wake some day and take offense,   or the waking god may draw us out to where we can never return.”

Teaching a Stone to Talk, Annie Dillard

It is still the first week in January and I've got great plans. I've been thinking about seeing. There are lots of things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But -- and this is the point -- who gets excited by a mere penny? If you follow one arrow, if you crouch motionless on a bank to watch a tremulous ripple thrill on the water and are rewarded with the site of a muskrat kit paddling from its den, will you count that sight a chip of copper only, and go your rueful way? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourishged and fatigued he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get. 

Pilgrim at Tinker's Creek by Annie Dillard