On wednesdays and thursdays i babysit two little girls. One is 4 and the other is…20 months(?)ish. The older one (hanna) goes to preschool until noon so from 8:30-12:00 it’s just asher and maggie. They play together really well. maggie calls asher ‘boy’, which i think is really cute. Lately she has started actually saying his name, interchanging it. sometimes she uses boy and others it’s asher (or acher). I was a little sad when she started using his name for some reason. I think i had this whole scenario played out in my mind where that would be her little nickname for him and when they grew up the would get married and I would talk about how when they were babies i used to watch maggie and that’s when the ‘boy’ nickname developed. Then asher would ‘bonk’ her head with affection when the minister said, “you may now kiss the bride” (he prefers to bonk forheads as a sign of affection in leui of kissing and hugging, though he does kiss and hug as well). Not that i really want asher to marry maggie, a bit too young for matchmaking, but it makes a cute story.
As the faithful readers know, I have been quite vocal about my dislike of my new coffee travel mug from Brugo. For those who are interested, I simply wanted to share another trial it presented me…
This morning, as I poured my coffee in the mug (yes I use it still… mainly because I lost my good mug and the replacement was crappy)… so I poured my coffee and started to tighten the lid… the only problem was the lid kept spinning. It took a moment before I realized that the lid was not spinning, instead the metalic rim was spinning due to the fact that the glue that holds it on lost its glue-y-ness. I just had to laugh at that point… the mug I thought couldn’t get worse, actually got worse. So, I am officially starting my quest today to find a new mug… so all you coffee drinkers out there, if you have the bomb-digity travel mug, let me know cause I’m in the market…
While I still stand by my review of the Brugo coffee mug (here) I wanted to let you read the reply that was posted on my blog by the inventor of the Brugo. I appreciate his honesty (and the fact that he stopped by the crockpot in the first place). So, in honor of his efforts and his public relations prowess, here is his post:
At 4:18 PM, http://www.brugomug.com/ said…
Hello All, Well its been a long couple of months . Let me tell you. I am the inventor of Brugo. I have been paying close attention to all the comments, good and bad. Your both right!!! A few years back I set out to make a coffee mug that addressed every problem that a coffee drinker faces in his daily travels. I came up with the PTZ( Perfect Temperature Zone) concept. By separating 1.5 oz’s of coffee from the main content, it would cool your coffee one sip at a time. This would take the wait off the front end, keeping your coffee hotter for the life of the cup. I also wanted to make a fashion statement with my mug. On Sept 1,2005, I had the first working prototype, By Nov 1 I had made 1200 to test and do some focus groups. Somehow, Without asking for it,A mug made it to “Mens Health Magazine”. They put it in their December Tech Guide Issue as a “Top 100 Product” for 2006. One week later, “Good Morning America”. Holy Cow!!!!!! What do I do now?? Within a week, Running my company by myself, 15000 mugs were sold. Scrambling to figure out what to do.I did the best I could. I ordered mugs to fill orders and had them airfreighted in at a loss. I am not looking for sympathy. I feel that Brugo customers deserve an explanation.The mugs that were rushed in, although good, could have been better.Customer service at the time was no where near what it needed to be. We stand behind our product and are continuously improving PTZ technology. To anyone who has had problem, I do apologize and would like to make it up somehow,please call me or Email me. 1-877-brugo-go. Keep on posting your thoughts, It makes us work harder at getting better. Sincerely, Spero Pavlos President JolexUsa Posted by: Spero at February 17, 2006 08:32 PM Post a comment
OK, first things first, I am not a political know-it-all. Also, I just finished listening to 4 hours of lectures on ecclesiology and it is almost midnight… So, take my two cents as just that…
Anyway, I read an article in Time the other day that got me thinking. The article was about the freshman senator, Barack Obama, and his rise to fame amongst the political landscape. While his political career is still quite young, many are pegging him to be the first black president. He has already said that he does not intend to run in 08, but many speculate that anything after that is open game.
The thing that struck me about the article was the sense of “game” that was about Obama and politicians in general. Everything they do (I know not everything) is a calculated move to position one’s self for a better, more powerful position. My problem with that is I want “public servants” to have me, their constituent, as their motive… See, it seems to me that the government is designed to serve the people… Police and armed forces are formed to provide the citizens protection, education systems are designed to help educate and empower the people, courts are established to help govern the people… all these are, to a degree, the byproducts of the government. So, my problem becomes that when issues are brought before congress or the senate and my representative, or any representative, factors into his decision how his vote will impact his next election, or even an election in 10 years… not only that but how his or her vote will rest with his party members… that bothers me.
Actually, I don’t mind too much that those thoughts figure into the equation, just how much is the real issue. I believe that our representatives should always be asking themselves, “regardless of what this means for me, what does this mean for the people I sit here representing.” If that is not the lions share of the equation then I am greatly saddened and disappointed.
So, the question remains, can a person can make a career out of politics and keep the focus on the people. I wonder how many politicians are in anguish about the votes they make because they have waded through the out-working of how their vote effects people like me and you. I would say, saddly, they may be in anguish, but more likely it because of how their votes will effect themselves and not you.
1 Peter 5:2-3 says, “Shepherd the flock of God that is among you, exercising oversight, not under compulsion, but willingly, as God would have you; not for shameful gain, but eagerly; not domineering over those in your charge, but being examples to the flock.” oh that God would raise up politicians that fit that bill…
It seems strange to me how I can so clearly remember some events from my life, and others that may not have happened that long ago, are very blurred. Today I was thinking about two ‘days’, that rate pretty high on my list of favorite days of all time…
The first is one of those not so distant memories that is for some reason, fuzzy. How can a favorite day be fuzzy you ask? I don’t know. I think that this “day” was actually more of a week. It was when ryan and I moved up to Richmond, about 2 ½ yrs ago. The whole process was so fun and exhilarating. Possibly because I had been living in a small town that I didn’t hate, but didn’t like TOO much for 6 years, which is the longest I’d lived anywhere, ever. So to finally be moving again was a great adventure. It was also the first time we’d been off totally on our own, going to a new place where we really didn’t know anyone (ok, we knew Pastor Doug, but for some reason he doesn’t count…sorry Pastor Doug). Us against the world or something like that. That whole first week felt very romantic. Neither of us had jobs at the time, and we wanted to take the first week to settle in before looking for jobs, so we drove around Richmond getting to know the city, went rock climbing a good bit, and decorated our apartment. Since we didn’t know anyone we just hung out together. It was sort of like a second honeymoon. He’s the best to be on adventures with.
The second day, is actually a day. I had asher on a Wednesday and we came home that Friday. Not too long after we got home my mom came to stay for a week (and ryan’s mom came for a few days as well), which was great b/c we were both kind of thinking, “who decided that we’re fit to be alone with this little human??” (well, at least I was). I couldn’t even change the kid’s diaper for the first few days (I was afraid to touch the sore little….well, the circumcision was a little more traumatic for me than I expected). So it was nice to have an experienced person around. After that week was over my mom went home. I feel sort of choked up even thinking about it. I remember crying really hard as she drove away, slightly scared, slightly excited. For the fist time I was alone with my baby (ryan had gone back to work). After I got over the shell shock, I had a really lovely afternoon. I didn’t put him down for one of his naps (I was a schedule nazi in the beginning, which I will be again with #2, but I cheated every now and then) and just ‘spoiled’ him (and myself) by holding him the whole time, enjoying our first day alone together.
so I jumped on the myspace bandwagon recently. kinda fun. I’ve decided not to pay much attention to having local ‘friends’, but using it to find/keep in touch with old lost friends. So far I have ‘chatted’ with two long lost friends from college and left a message for a friend from my senior year of high school (in seoul korea) who just happens to be going to VCU right now! crazyness. I felt silly at first starting the profile, but it’s fun to find old friends. Seriously though, if you live in richmond and i am currently friends with you, please don’t be offended that I won’t add you to my friends list. Since I (theoretically) see you (whoever you may be), I don’t need to keep up with you there.
In other news, if you haven’t checked out my husband’s blog recently, his “urban renewal” post has become my new favorite. Makes me laugh. he’s good at blogging. :o)
Sorry for not posting last week. I came down with the black plague or something like that Wednseday afternoon and it lingered until Saturday afternoon. I’m working right now, so I can’t post more than this short snipit, but I want you to know that I have two posts lingering in my brain… one is about the idea of making a career out of politics (spurred by a Time magazine article I read last week) and the other is about the education system in America (spurred by an NPR piece on Darwin vs. ID debate). So, check back later this week for more twocent goodness.
So, a while back I posted about a gray hair that I had found on my head. It was an odd moment, but I basically forgot about it… until yesterday morning, when shaving my face I saw, almost glowing, in my ghotee, a WHITE hair… Now, this was just a strange feeling… looking at my face and seeing a white hair. See, on my head it seemed, well, a bit normal. But for some reason, seeing a white hair on my chin was really odd. I find myself staring at it every time I am near a mirror, as if to see if it is still there or if the lighting was playing tricks on me in the last 4 mirrors I looked in… Inevitably, it is still there each time.
Now, mind you, I don’t have a problem with white hairs on my face or the reality that some day all the hairs on my head and face could turn white… it is just, well, something I didn’t really give any thought to until it happened… I wonder when more of his white friends will move in… will my face slowly play out the ‘urban renewal’ that is happening throughout richmond… will my chin be the next Carry Street? Will all the diversity of my chin, with its brown, red and yellow residents, slowly dwindle away as more and more white hairs take over. It is kind of sad… But maybe there is hope… maybe just a few whites will show up… and the diversity will simply increase as a new resident joins the neighborhood of my chin… As with Cary Street and the other like it, for my chin only time will tell.
There are lots of books that you will read in you life that will give you good information. There will be books that cause you to think and ponder great issues. Then there are books that will change your life. The Supremacy of God in Preaching falls into the later category.
With an amazing blend of practical and theological, historical and modern, timely and timeless, John Piper delivers a clarion call to all those who would stand to preach and teach God’s word. The call is back to the bible and to Jesus Christ. With the eloquence and humility of a man who has truly internalized the message he brings, Piper challenges young and old to a higher standard in our preaching.
While I could continue here to give you a more technical review, I would like to focus more appropriately on the impact the book had on me. Namely there were two things that this book did for me. First, it reminded me that above all things, the hearers of my messages need to gaze upon the Glory of God in the face of Christ. Our preaching is not a means by which we are to encourage people to “hang in there” or “6 ways to be happy”… Our preaching is to exalt Jesus Christ who is the only way to hang in there and the 1 and only way to be happy. Anything less than preaching satisfaction and suffiencey in Jesus Christ alone is a disservice to those who listen. As Piper puts it, “the goal of preaching is the glory of God and the grounds for that preaching is the cross of Christ.”
The second great impact of this book on my life was that of encouragement. As one who stands in front of people to glorify God through the teaching and preaching of his word, there is often occasion for discouragement. It is our hope, as preachers, that our hearers will be impacted by the words of Christ and caused to grow in passion for him in life. However, we often can not see the usefulness of our preaching, as we can not watch the outworking of all the lives around us… So, for me, it was of GREAT encouragement, when at the start of his book, Piper says, “that the true usefulness of our preaching will not be know to us until all the fruit, on all the branches, on all the trees that have sprung up from all the seeds we have ever sown have ripened of the sunshine of eternity” (p. 22). For me, this was a healthy reminder that I carry close to me every time I open my mouth.
In conclusion, this book is highly recommended for anyone who plans to, or is currently, in vocational ministry. For those who are not, I think that it is equally important due to the reality that we are all preachers… heralds of the King. For some we stand in pulpits on sundays, others stand behind coffee counters, others in board rooms… Regardless of your case, we must always keep Jesus Christ as supreme.
I have wanted to make this post since earlier in the week but have been held up by one thing or another… so, lets see if it is still as fresh in my mind…
Last Sunday I went to church to hear Robert Greene finish his series on what would happen if we stopped going to church and started being the church. While Robert is not much of a sermon-title-giver, I would say that the title was “Screw your courage to the sticking point.” A little more palatable than my entry title (which I assume might not go over well on a sunday morning). Anyway, the reference to screwing your courage to the sticking point is from Macbeth. In a critical moment in the story Lady Macbeth is laying into her accomplice who is starting to chicken out when she challenged him to “screw his courage to the sticking point.” The sticking point is a reference to screwing the tension on your cross bow to the perfect point where you have optimum control and power to kill your target. The concept is that when your courage is locked in to that point where it is supposed to be, then you will find success.
The application to the Christian life is that Christ is our sticking point. When we are in the midst of chaos, confusion, doubt, ect… it is that moment that we must screw our courage to the sticking point. We must fix our eyes upon Jesus “look full in his wonderful face. And the things of this world, they’ll grow strangely dim, in the light of his glorious face.”
This was the case for Peter when, in the midst of a great and perilous storm, he see Jesus walking on the water… As all hope was lost he screws his courage to the sticking point (he fixes his eyes and hope on Christ) and walks on the water to his king. However, we know that Peter began to look away from Jesus and pay a little more attention to the waves than Jesus and instantly found himself swimming in the sea.
I think that Robert said it best when he said that we must screw our courage to the sticking point that we might take gospel risks. I think this is true. Believers, with eyes and hope set on Jesus, are willing to do and undergo anything for the sake of their King because their security is not in the moment but fixed wholly on Jesus…