Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Oh Deer!

So while Carla was at work and there was a lull in my homeowner repairs, I went out for a quick 180 mile ride on the Harley.  Now in the middle of the afternoon in the summer on a country road, out jumps a deer.  Luckily, I was paying attention and was able to avoid hitting it.  (Non-motorcyclist factoid: If you hit a deer on a motorcycle, it hurts you as much as it hurts the deer.)  But then, I settled back into my comfortable ride.

Then alas, some 25 miles later, another deer jumped out.  This time, I whipped out my camera and snapped this photo so I could blog about it.  jk  lol  rofl  lmao omg  lmnop. 

But seriously, it got me to thinking about a conversation Carla and I had this morning about how God is always calling us to be uncomfortable.  He wants us to be constantly stepping out and taking Kingdom risks.  He wants us to be living radically different lives than the world around us.  And this always, ALWAYS, causes discomfort.  So are you settled into the ride of life?  Are you comfortable with where you are?  Then I ask you, do you think Jesus is? 

I'm just sayin'...

Monday, August 16, 2010

Tipping Point

So I just got back from a week's vacation (more on that in another blog, perhaps) and ended up heading to Murrysville to meet mom and dad as they were passing through on their way out west.  Why did I meet them there?  To take the old records, of course, so they can haul them across the country so sister Felicia can record them to .mp3 and memorialize them forever.  Why, you ask?  Good question!!!

A few years ago I read a book entitled "Tipping Point" which was a fascinating review of what makes something just seem to take off.  I saw this phenomenon in action.  You see, several months ago, M&D brought me their entire collection of old record albums with the instructions to "throw them away or sell them and keep the money or whatever you want to do with them..."  Fortunately, I stored them in the attic of the man cave.  Because a week or so ago, I saw a news story that Mitch Miller had died.  I simply emailed the link to the story to my siblings and parents because we often decorated the Christmas tree while singing along with the album shown here. 

Well this began an email flurry about not just the Mitch Miller albums, but ALL of them.  This ended with me strapping a bunch of old record albums, that just two weeks ago nobody in the world even knew existed let alone cared about, to the Hawg and drove in emergency fashion to Murrysville so they can be expedited across the country! 

Please pray not so much for mom and dad's trip, but especially that the records get there soon and can be recorded STAT!