It’s not a competition, but if it were…..



I once held a conversation with an optometrist.  Turns out eyelashes aren’t merely there to help frame a girls eyes for the viewing enjoyment of others.  Trust me, I’m as shocked as you.  Apparently they help to keep dust and debris from entering the eye.  And they do a remarkable job…that is unless you have one go AWOL.  It turns out that a CHRONIC (the all caps represents the annoyance factor) condition can develop where a lash decides to be an anarchist and step out of conformity with all of his/her brethren.  Instead of growing out like it should, it can begin growing inward.  And this is a very, very big deal.  Every blink of the eye produces a tiny scratch across the surface of the eye.  What initially feels like a tired irritated eye, becomes a tear inducing (to no relief mind you) all consuming catastrophe.

So what can one do?  I propose taking up a former pastime of nevermind (the story got vetoed).  The relief lies in a simple tool known a tweezer.  I first learned of this condition at the aforementioned optometrist.  My eye was killing me all day at work and I thought something was SERIOUSLY wrong.  And something was, seriously, don’t underestimate the wrath of the lash.  $10 a pop is the cost for such a rogue lash removal service.  Thankfully, a steady hand and great nearsightedness (with a mirror and the tweeze) prove a great home remedy.

I’m surprised how something so small and (seemingly) unimportant can become all consuming.  I bet there are parallels that I could draw to things that really do matter in life.  But…i’ll leave that to you.  You’re welcome.



11 Months

My quick take on Knowing Scripture should come later this week, but for now I thought I’d share a few things that have been on my mind.

As the title says, 11 months, that’s how long I’ll have been working at Brotherhood Mutuals campus in one week from today.  That isn’t so stark a reality though is it?  Usually not, but now…maybe a little.  In two weeks some friends of mine from Capernwray in NZ and I will be taking a trip across the country seeing a few old comrades along the way.  They are moving from CT to WA state.  So as we’ve been talking and planning things out, it dawned on me that 11 months is the same time frame that I spent in NZ.

For some reason 11 months sounds more substantial to me than a year.  I know the logic doesn’t hold because, yes 12 months are in a year, and 12 is greater than 11.  I’m well aware.  It’s easy for me to sometimes lump  a year together, but 11 months…there’s a grandeur in my mind about that.  It seems very established.

Anyway, here are some memories of the 11 months in NZ and the last 11 months.  Be sure, I won’t be posting only about work for the last 11.

New Zealand held for me in no order of significance:  beautiful landscapes, stupid hitch-hiking stories, rugby, a hurting back, a commune —er Bible School, a time where I was tired of fighting certain things, good friendships, catchphrases, and dean-sprouts.

The last 11 months (in Indiana I might add):  beautiful landscapes (select ones), becoming a Journeyman electrician, new opportunities and responsibilities at work, deeper friendships, rabbit as food(I know tame considering some past experiences but it was a first), a new nephew Tristan James (who i get to see at the end of our up coming road trip), and a lot of learning.

Both segments of time held challenges, but both were sooo worth every moment.  I’m thankful for how God used each period of time to draw me towards him.  I can see his provision in both, how I’ve grown in the knowledge and experience of His grace, love, and mercy, and His conviction of my own sin, selfishness, and idolatry.

I don’t know what the next 11 months might hold and I think that’s for my own good.


New Idea

Well…It’s a new idea for me at any rate.  Here’s what I’m thinking about.  I think I’m going to post a short summary or thought in response to books that i’m reading.  These won’t be reviews per se, or necessarily a thought to take to the bank but I figure this will help me sort things out in my own brain.  That’s all.  The first will be Knowing Scripture by R.C. Sproul.  I know that sometimes I want to take a meaning from a text that really isn’t there cause I’m human.  But in an effort to not do so, I thought this book would help.  I think largely it encourages good reading habits period, which admittedly I struggle with.  But there is hope for me yet.  So, I don’t have anything yet but you can consider this a non-suspenseful cliff-hanger. 😀

Please pass quickly

I’ve been a little stressed out lately…kinda like this guy:

Never mind.  I’m getting stressed out trying to import a picture.  So this is sans picture…deal.

That’s it.  Just needed to get that off my chest.


I’ve been thinking about my dad  more than normal as of late.  I think partly because my family all got together for a quick get away in Kentucky and also his birthday was a little over a week ago.  My family went to a local baseball game sort of in honor of dad.  You see my Dad liked many things, but he LOVED a few.  He loved his God, his wife and kids, and baseball.  To be fair that list isn’t exhaustive or quite accurate to be true, but i think you get the idea.

I have so many memories from my childhood that include baseball.  Dad coached all 4 of us kids in either softball or baseball, and he was a great coach.  I know many people find baseball boring.  That could be true if you don’t know what to look for.  Dad was always watching, studying, scheming, and formulating.  He loved baseball and loved to pass on knowledge of the game.

I got to play softball for a few years with my dad.  You could always tell he had lots of fun.  Dad would hoop and hollar after a great play and he could hit the ball to whichever side of the field he wanted (i wish i knew how to do that).  Though i don’t hit like dad, i’ve noticed i’m quite similar to him.  I love thinking about the strategy of a game, and how situations change positioning and how to handle that situation.  Also, i hoop and hollar like him to my chagrin.

We played softball tonight and it made me think of dad yet again.  It almost always does.  I think of how he would coach the team to be better, to be prepared and ready.

I don’t love baseball and softball as dad did, but i do certainly enjoy it.   I don’t know what the new heaven and new earth will be like.  I don’t know that i’ll care about baseball, i doubt any of us will.  I don’t know if i’ll get to talk to my dad or throw a ball around.  I think i’d enjoy it if we did.  Though, i’ll probably enjoy it if we don’t too.



This is one of my favorite photos of me (so i’m on the narcissistic side).  It was taken last summer at my friend Kelsey’s home.  A bunch of friends from church got together and pseudo-harvested their garden and donated heaps of fresh produce to our city’s community harvest food bank.

Our own tomatoes at home, are just about to burst.  The cherry tomatoes are already ripening a super delish addition to my lunch, and the romas are trying to keep up.  I’m glad we planted a garden again this year.  Though it can be toilsome it certainly is worth it.

Side note, my sister is watching the bachelorette in the other room and all i can say is that show annoys the crap out of me.  Random i know, but it had to be said.

digga, digga, drum roll please


Man im a dufus.

Man i'm a dufus.



You know what kind of irks me?  Talking about using our brains and intellect and then proceeding to do just the opposite.  It bothers me most because i do it too.  Thing is i’d rather downplay it in myself but point it out in others.  Man I suck.  I’m thankful again for Christ’s grace.  So…sorry i suck, but He doesn’t and He’s at work.  Just bear with me a bit.

As for this picture…i used to think of myself with those eyes and that fist…but i’ve come to realize that i’m going to fail.  And while i don’t like it, i know my merit and standing before Jesus has nothing to do with my f(l)ailings.  I am a great sinner, and Christ is a great Savior.

Thankful i can be myself as Christ created me to be.  I came across this phrase that for so long seemed fitting.

——More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself.  —Chuck Palahniuk ??

I hope for no more acting…but mere living as a cherish son, as i was created to be.  Thanks Jesus.