This works on me a bit

Tonight at church there was made mention of the notion of fearing God. When fear was described as a combination of respect and awe I was caught off guard by my own definition. I have carried this meaning in my mind only rarely sharing it. My definition of the fear that believers are called to have is slightly more modern than than respect and awe, but not unlike it in meaning. I feel there was a loss of meaning when ancient terminology is used. Words like awe, or reverence are typically used by Christians and become part of everyday speech for "the saved". I don't like that. It contributes to what I feel is misunderstood as a snobby attitude held by Christians. Since I think this is a great misfortune I work to understand things in common language. This helps me to grasp it better and helps me to relate it more efficiently to others who might not have the lingual background of the Bible.
To define fearing the lord, and what it means to do just that, I have a very short term that is rarely explained any further...

Severe Admiration.

Fun Buzz

Yesterday was a pretty good day. I decided I should look real good at church since my birthday is coming up soon, and everybody responded well to that. My favorite reaction was that of Kenny. I have to say that the best reactions I got were from the guys who for some reason are shocked to see me in a suit! We went out to dinner after church where I ran into 5 random people that I have known through the years. So on top of good food, and already stellar company, I got to catch up with some old friends. Since we were so lucky to have an old friend as our server a the restaurant I somehow got a hold of a free hot fudge sundae without having to endure the extremely annoying restaurant version of a birthday song. After leaving the dinner party I dropped off a friend, went home and crashed upon my couch. This took much longer than anticipated, I struggled with the cushions on the couch for nearly 4 hours before I was successful in overcoming their power, with still a couple of hours before fun-time was scheduled to begin at the carter home, and still enjoying the satiation of the lunch steak, I spent some time stretching (ahhh), then watching the gruesome sweetness that is the movie 300. This was a good follow up to the bloodiest UFC fight I have ever seen the night before. If anybody else happened to see the fight you know what I'm talking about! Whoa-Nelly! This brings us to the end of the night. Over to the carter abode. Eight 0'clock arrivals enjoyed the hyper pre-bed ritual of four young children too excited about company and round rubber balls to listen to maternal direction. Target bed time and actual bedtime were separated by only about an hour, but that was enough time for lots of throws balances, three rounds of dancing, a bloody lip, and a box of caramel delights. As soon as Andrea was gone the party started with Apples to Apples. If you have never played this game, you should run out and buy it right away and come and play it with me. It's a scientific fact that you will have a great time. Three hours later, the last three party animals departed into the night, well, after some pretty major car troubles they departed. It's never good to blow a fun-buzz with a busted head gasket, it's never good to blow a head gasket, it's never good to blow a fun-buzz.

Me, the Mountain, and a Snowboard

This past week I went Snowboarding in Colorado at Copper mountain. I seriously think that this was the best and most refreshing vacation I have had in a couple of years. I think the most comparable previous vacation was Florida 4 years ago. I never have been, nor will I ever be a fan of snow. I have only recently decided that it has usefulness, but only in the mountains. This trip was amazing, I was able to do things with the board that I should not have even been trying. The group that I was with is an amazing compilation of peoples. None of us are really similar in nature or in personality at all but some how we all get along pretty well. I am not about to get mushy, nobody wants that from me, especially not me. I hate being mushy.
There is something extremely freeing about speeding down the side of a mountain with only the slightest control of the friction that sticks you to the surface while looking out over the stacked stones of earth sharply pointing toward the heavens, miles above sea level, Surfing the heaviest clouds on earth. Grrr! If fear could stop you from anything don't let it stop you from moving fast without machines. There is nothing I've learned that is so exhilarating as speed and water, in any form. Get wet, get fast, or get both.

Batman Returns... and so I am back too.

To all of those who have checked this blog in the past two years seeing no improvements to the post wall, thank you. I'm glad you checked, I have just been doing live performances. I decided that telling the truth was boring and I decided to not tell the truth in person a lot more. I hope that my textual hiatus has not been to hard on anyone. I do feel sorry for anonymous, they had lots to say to me. There have been lot's of good stories kept all to myself for the past while, and I think that it is high time I return and share part of the truth with anyone who is bored enough to read what I write. Enjoy what is to come.