Old BRog

i'm blogging, despite my creative incompetencies and cognitive lackings

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Post for stress relief
It's been a stressful day, so I thought I might try my hand at a funny story. (Inspired by lexrob.com)
I started college in the Fall of 1996 at HSU; traveled the 2.5 miles from my house to Anderson dorm. Anyone who knows anything about a small private University knows the "bubble" mentality present on these campuses. All this to say that it felt like I was miles away from home. One day I was walking across campus to to class (must have been in the afternoon) and a receipt was blowing across the lawn. Well, I say it was a receipt, I didn't know what it was until it blew right up to my feet. I picked it up. I suppose I could write another blog discussing why I picked it up. The only item on the receipt was a package of condoms. "No way this is one of my fellow students', we're all Christians here!" That's not the funny story, that didn't come until my second semester.
After having divorced my two roommates, (my two high-school buddies) I re-located to the room next door-it was conveniently connected to my old room by a shared bathroom. I was extremely cozy in my new room and my new roomie was a lot easier to deal with, though I could just walk through the bathroom to check up on my old homies and get a dose of the stinch that seemed to linger despite weekly room checks. I think the RA was mysteriously hypnotized upon entering the room due to the fact that he never punished the boys-I mean, the room could have easily been used as a biology project.
Back to my story. One night, I woke up in my new room feeling extremely warm in the center regions of my body. I franctically looked across the room to make sure my roomie was asleep and begin to formulate a gameplan. Funny, they don't cover situations like this in Freshman orientation-maybe I skipped that day to comb the lawn for stray receipts. I changed my drawers, flipped my mattress and went right back to sleep. I was 19 at the time-and to think I made fun of those plastic covers they put on the beds.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

My wife is out of town

She always gets to go to these cool conferences! What do I do when she leaves? I stay at work until 10pm playing on the computer trying to think of creative blogs and new design ideas. There’s no indication of that on my blog-I know this. Now my wife is calling, I guess I’ll see how the conference is going.

Way outta my league...

I have the privilege of being on a board at the local newspaper. We meet every other week during lunch and discuss issues facing our community. Most meetings we invite a city official or other person that holds a public position to join us. Some of our guests have included the mayor, school superintendent, head of economic development and various board members. Oh yeah, I almost forgot about Cheech Marin, not really. Seriously, you think we would choose Cheech before Chong? The meeting usually consists of the editor asking questions and the city official attempting to answer these questions without jeopardizing their chances of re-election/keeping their job while avoiding answering questions entirely. I have noticed that some of these guests are so rehearsed in their responses, so callous to genuine conversation that they seldom connect with the group. Granted, the board is made up of normal citizens that could break confidentiality and blab every response to the town. Nevertheless, we converse for about an hour, never really getting a solid response.

I was thinking that this isn't much different from most of my conversations throughout the day, even those with my best friends. When someone says something that I disagree with or think is really stupid, I keep my mouth shut with hopes that they find the truth (or at least better logic) somewhere else. My own silence condones their statements--as long as I don't have to speak up, I'm relieved. I don't want to be overly-opinionated, someone who pops off at any hint of dissension, but dang, stop being a wuss. Who the heck is going to tell them if I don't? If I can't speak up about mere opinions--especially in a country that allows me to have an opinion, what the heck would I do in a country that wouldn't?
Here's another scenario: what if my neighbor was being verbally abusive to his wife and I happen to see them and I'm worried about her safety? You think I would be willing to speak up right to his face? Nope, I can't even disagree with a friend, much less an angry, beer-guzzling, wife-beater sporting, receeding hairline, (i'm having so much fun here, you can feel in the next blank)_____________.

How many people have I neglected to speak up for that have no voice? What about those who I know are lost and haven't bothered to tell them the message of Christ's love for them? All this to say, it's on. That's right, I am going to wake up in the morning with a backbone and take a stance on something, maybe.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Here are my results, I'm sure I just lost about a dozen readers!

You scored as Emergent/Postmodern.So, here are my results.
I'm sure I just lost about half a dozen readers! You are
Emergent/Postmodern in your theology. You feel alienated from
older forms of church, you don't think they connect to modern
culture very well. No one knows the whole truth about God, and
we have much to learn from each other, and so learning takes
place in dialogue. Evangelism should take place in relationships
rather than through crusades and altar-calls. People are interested
in spirituality and want to ask questions, so the church should help
them to do this.



Neo orthodox


Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan


Modern Liberal


Classical Liberal


Reformed Evangelical


Roman Catholic






What's your theological worldview?
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