Well there are bad worship songs....and then there's this. Have we really reached this level, that we have to cater to kids potty style humor during worship? My boys won't be listening to this nonsense
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Francis Chan hurts my head
My friend Bill posted this on his blog a little bit ago. I am really digging Francis Chan thinking right now. Sometimes my head hurts from thinking.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
MUST WATCH this video
Every now and then I find something that you just really need to see. This is one. I find this fabulous. I hope you do too.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Part of the Family
I found this draft buried...but it's a good story so I'll post it now even if it's a little late.
Here's how the story goes:
My grandmother (mom's mom) is a GIANT garage saler/fleamarket queen. Always has been. Always looking for a deal.
About a year after Corban came home, my mom calls to say that Gram is at a garage sale just up the street from her house looking for things for us......that we didn't ask for. Ok.
So the next time we arrive at my parents house there is this little blue kids recliner there. For us. That we didn't ask for. My grandmother decided we needed it. To be completely honest, we hated the silly thing. We wanted nothing to do with it. We didn't want it. We didn't need it. What were we going to do with this thing in our small apartment? We tried leaving it at my parents....but they didn't want it either. So we finally took it home.
And Corban quickly fell in love with it.
Like not liked it. Loved it. Had to sit in it to watch his movie after his nap. EVERY DAY.
How can you get rid of that? So we kept it.
I think we were hoping that at some point he'd out grow it and we'd still ditch it somehow.
Then Tobiah came along. Somehow when Tobiah start trotting around Corban gave up the little chair and laid on the couch while Tobiah instantly got the chair. And it was HIS chair.
After a couple years of boys jumping, sitting, standing, leaning and laying on the chair, it needed some work. Actually Marjorie and I were constantly adjusting the springs and the foam under the seat.
Soon after we moved to our house we knew the couch was done for. Staples were coming out. There was barely any seat to actually sit on anymore. It was just in the way. So one Wednesday morning.....
Odd really. I miss that chair. My boys are growing. The chair we didn't want was important in their lives at one point....and now is gone.
Here's how the story goes:
My grandmother (mom's mom) is a GIANT garage saler/fleamarket queen. Always has been. Always looking for a deal.
About a year after Corban came home, my mom calls to say that Gram is at a garage sale just up the street from her house looking for things for us......that we didn't ask for. Ok.
So the next time we arrive at my parents house there is this little blue kids recliner there. For us. That we didn't ask for. My grandmother decided we needed it. To be completely honest, we hated the silly thing. We wanted nothing to do with it. We didn't want it. We didn't need it. What were we going to do with this thing in our small apartment? We tried leaving it at my parents....but they didn't want it either. So we finally took it home.
And Corban quickly fell in love with it.
Like not liked it. Loved it. Had to sit in it to watch his movie after his nap. EVERY DAY.
How can you get rid of that? So we kept it.
I think we were hoping that at some point he'd out grow it and we'd still ditch it somehow.
Then Tobiah came along. Somehow when Tobiah start trotting around Corban gave up the little chair and laid on the couch while Tobiah instantly got the chair. And it was HIS chair.
After a couple years of boys jumping, sitting, standing, leaning and laying on the chair, it needed some work. Actually Marjorie and I were constantly adjusting the springs and the foam under the seat.
Soon after we moved to our house we knew the couch was done for. Staples were coming out. There was barely any seat to actually sit on anymore. It was just in the way. So one Wednesday morning.....
Odd really. I miss that chair. My boys are growing. The chair we didn't want was important in their lives at one point....and now is gone.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
To the Moon
The boys have a habit in the mornings 
of coming and jumping into our bed if we're not up by 8.
So the other morning Corban comes running in to our room full of energy and ready to attack the day while I just wanted to get another 1/2 hour sleep. Marjorie gets up to go get Tobiah.
In the mean time Corban jumps in bed with me and starts talking. About everything. (Quick backstory...Marjorie had taken the day off work so we could go up to Presque Isle beach in Erie for the day....but we had only told Corban that we were going to do something "special" for the day so he wouldn't stay up all night hyping himself up to go swimming)
So Corban's talking to me about whatever he wants and I'm trying hard to ignore him and finish my dream. At some point he said, "I know what we can do fun today...we can all get in a space ship and go to the moon."
To which I said, "Sure. Let's do that."
Let me state for the record that while Corban has a vivid imagination, he is also very level headed for a 5 year old and almost always knows the difference between pretending and imagination. So when I said, "Sure. Let's do that."...even though I was half asleep I was still pretty sure he knew that we were pretending.
So he runs downstairs and starts telling Marjorie that we're going to the moon today....again I thought he was just pretending....until Mari said something like...."well we can't do that for real, you know that right?" To which Corban was stunned. Why not? Why can't we? Please?
By this point I've groggily made my way downstairs. In my infinite fatherly wisdom I believe I'm going to teach my son something about he world. So I start explaining about space travel and NASA and blasting off to the moon. Then I said, "Do you know how many people have ever actually been to the moon?" "No dad how many?" "Um...I'm not sure....but probably like only 5"
To which my son won the argument by saying...."Well I'm 5"
of coming and jumping into our bed if we're not up by 8.So the other morning Corban comes running in to our room full of energy and ready to attack the day while I just wanted to get another 1/2 hour sleep. Marjorie gets up to go get Tobiah.
In the mean time Corban jumps in bed with me and starts talking. About everything. (Quick backstory...Marjorie had taken the day off work so we could go up to Presque Isle beach in Erie for the day....but we had only told Corban that we were going to do something "special" for the day so he wouldn't stay up all night hyping himself up to go swimming)
So Corban's talking to me about whatever he wants and I'm trying hard to ignore him and finish my dream. At some point he said, "I know what we can do fun today...we can all get in a space ship and go to the moon."
To which I said, "Sure. Let's do that."
Let me state for the record that while Corban has a vivid imagination, he is also very level headed for a 5 year old and almost always knows the difference between pretending and imagination. So when I said, "Sure. Let's do that."...even though I was half asleep I was still pretty sure he knew that we were pretending.
So he runs downstairs and starts telling Marjorie that we're going to the moon today....again I thought he was just pretending....until Mari said something like...."well we can't do that for real, you know that right?" To which Corban was stunned. Why not? Why can't we? Please?
By this point I've groggily made my way downstairs. In my infinite fatherly wisdom I believe I'm going to teach my son something about he world. So I start explaining about space travel and NASA and blasting off to the moon. Then I said, "Do you know how many people have ever actually been to the moon?" "No dad how many?" "Um...I'm not sure....but probably like only 5"
To which my son won the argument by saying...."Well I'm 5"
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