Thursday, April 26, 2007

This book has got me.

Okay so back to the book. The guy was talking about a service at the mission that was mandatory before dinner.

'Late one evening, after yet another sermon about hell, an old man came up to me. He walked with a bad limp, had leaves stuck in his matted hair, and reeked of sweat and alcohol. He paused for a minute, swaying gently back and forth, then looked straight at me. "I thought Jesus talked about love!" he blurted. "He did," I answered with a sigh. "Huh," he replied, perhaps a little reassured. Then his demeanor changed. "You know what really pisses me off?" he exclaimed, turning to shake his fist back at the stage. "That guy probably lives in a nice house and drives a nice car and has a nice life!" Last night I slept next to a dumpster that smelled like urine! And he's gonna tell me about weeping and gnashing of teeth?" With that he stormed off to dinner.'

Sometimes we don't think when we are trying to express our faith with those who may not believe. I need to stop and look at their circumstances before I act. I am hoping to go back to Chicago. Eli and I were talking about taking a vacation there. Maybe when Silas is not so dependent upon me we can take off and go. While we are there I don't just want to go on vacation I want to reach out to the people we see along the streets. Buy them food take them sandwhiches. Talk to them and just treat them like humans.


Tuesday, April 24, 2007

I am actually reading a book.

I started reading a book on Saturday. It is Tuesday and I am almost finished. Wow, that's big for me. The book is "Under the Overpass A Journey of Faith on the streets of America" by Mike Yankoski. This book is great, it makes me wish we lived somewhere that had a homeless problem so that I could do something to help them. I can remember growing up that I always wanted to go to a big city and buy a building and fix it up and let homeless people live there while they got a job and tried to get back on their feet. One day someone hardered my heart a bit to homeless people when they let me in on a little secret. Not all homeless are really homeless. There are people out there who pretend to be homeless to amke money. They feed on our compassion. In this book there is a story about a rumor they had heard on the streets. There was man who was nicknamed Faather Fraud. He was rumored to drive a Lexus andlive outside the city in a nice home. Every night he came downtown in old boots and an old coat to beg with a Campbell's soup can. He is said to make ninety thousand tax free dollars a year. How sad, so how do you know who to help? I guess through reading this book I realized that everyone needs the love of Jesus. It's not my job to judge peoople just to show Christ's love. He will take care of the ones who are not who they say they are. But we still have to be wise. Some people will take you for all you have and a bag of chips. I have so much more from this book to blog about so bear with me.

I am Smart!

IQ Test Score

Tuesday, April 17, 2007


You Are 32 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

I am a ISFJ, what are you?

This is funny, I wanted to be a Child Pyschologist when I was a freshman in college.

You Are An ISFJ

The Nurturer

You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.
A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways.
In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.
You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.

You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

What is your love language?

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Acts of Service
with a secondary love language being
Physical Touch.

Complete set of results

Acts of Service: 10
Physical Touch: 7
Receiving Gifts: 6
Quality Time: 4
Words of Affirmation: 3


Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz

Take the test here:

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Happy Easter

Happy Easter to you all. We hope you had a great day celebrating our risen Lord with family and friends.

Does Heaven Have to Have a Selling Point?

On Friday I took both kids and went to Starbucks not something I ususally do. When I was finished drinking my drink I noticed that this was on my cup:

The Way I See It #230
Heaven is totally overrated. It seems boring. Clouds, listening to people play the harp. It should be somewhere you can't wait to go, like a luxury hotel. Maybe blue skies and soft music were enough to keep in line in the 17th century, but Heaven has to step it up a bit. They're basically getting by because they only have to be better than Hell.
Joel Stein
Columnist for the Los Angeles Times

Isn't it sad how we have come to expect a selling point for everything.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

We are BUMMED!

This is how Ellie left the house yesterday morning. We were all dressed and ready for a big win. If they would have made some three's. This morning I almost regret staying up for the game but I'd do it again regardless of the outcome.

Monday, April 2, 2007

It's a Man Thing

That's all I have to say, It's a man thing.