Photo Friday

I’m beating ryan to photo friday this week. You snooze you lose buddy. (click images to enlarge)

Watching the Fearless Elijah

in this picture: Shelly, Jenn, Grace, Mikayla

This week some friends from Statesboro Ga stopped by to visit for a few days on their way up to NY. They have 3 kids (12, 8 & 7). It was really great fun. Catching up with old friends, watching the kids play, eating good food….

On Tuesday we went to Belle Isle for a picnic & discovered that people swim in the river there. How we’ve lived here for nearly 4 years & not been aware, I have no idea. There’s even a spot that has a bit of a “water slide” in the rocks. Very cool. We were unprepared for water fun, so no one had a bathing suit, but that of course did not stop the kids.

Pringles

Asher ate at least a half a can by himself that day (yikes).

Rocket Pops

Asher & Elijah eating some popsicles

Save the earth – Stop the junkmail

Jennifer and I are recyclers. We love to recycle. It is an amazingly easy way to be a good steward of God’s creation. If you live in the greater Richmond area, simply fill out this form and get in the game. It is that simple.

One thing I’ve noticed is that a large portion of our recycling is from junk mail. That is why I was very excited when I found out about greendimes. For about a dime a day they will stop 75% of junk mail from being delivered to your house and plant a tree in your name every month you’re a member. I think after my next paycheck we’ll sign up… unless someone wants to gift it to us… think “Early Christmas Present.”

New to the blogroll

I’ve been checking out Drew Goodmanson’s blog lately and have decided to add it to the daily burns blogroll. His blog won’t be for all the daily burns fans, but if you happen to like the daily burns and really like church planting / church government / theology… then I think you’ll like Drew’s blog… The dude is super sharp and a good writer.

Enjoy.

WTS Rules… Hands Down!

Ok, I’ve said this time and time again… but the wtsbook.com is THE BEST place to buy theological books online. Not only do they typically have the best prices, but they ship like lightening!

Today, I ordered a book at 4:00 P.M. As you can see below, the book will be arriving TOMORROW! Do you understand that NO other online bookstore offers that kind of turn around… MUCH LESS for only $5 (no matter how many books you buy). Seriously, it is unbeatable.

WTS meets UPS

I don’t wash my hair

So here is some eternally insignificant information that I just find fascinating:

About a year ago I allowed myself to read info (not here, but this sums it up well if you care) about petrochemicals & perfumes, dyes, tallow ect. that goes into body care products. I held off for a long time knowing that once i know…it’s hard to pretend I don’t. Anyhow, since then I’ve been on a half-hearted mission to find affordable really (not just labeled ‘natural’) natural products. This is turning out to be more difficult than I thought.

Which brings us to my hair. I tried castille soap…ok but leaves a residue…then i read about going “poo-free“. & I really really like it. I just use baking soda. I keep a small flip top container of it in the shower & pour some onto my hands, then rub it into my scalp really good, then rinse. As a “conditioner” I use plain old vinegar (some like apple cider vinegar for the smell) in a spray bottle. Sometimes I rinse it out & other times I spray a little as a “leave-in”, & only every other day at that. The smells evaporates (unless you stick your nose right up in my hair, but then you’ll just smell my toxic hairspray) & even my “stylist” said that my hair didn’t seem gross or in bad shape.

So this is an INCREDIBLY inexpensive alternative (even to ‘normal’ shampoo), that I’m pretty excited about. …doesn’t take much does it?

If you’re weird & would like to give it a try yourself, realize that it will take 2-4 weeks for your scalp to adjust to not having all the oils stripped from it. Which means your hair will be a bit greasy for a few weeks…which for me meant that I definitely had to wash it everyday & by the evening it was a bit limp. But now it’s totally fine & happy.

Monday Musings on Sunday Sermons

There are some preachers that I naturally seem to connect with and I understand everything that is being said. Then, there are other preachers that, at the end of the day, I have no clue what they were talking about. Please hear me out here. This is not a knock to those preachers, rather an observation that different people connect differently with speakers. (It actually seems like, most of the time, the preachers I don’t understand are the one’s that everyone thinks are the greatest preachers ever born).

This is where I think that “Life Together” (the sermon series our Elders are teaching through) really comes into play. See, I am not alone. I sit in a auditorium with over 75 other people who are also listening to the same message. However, some of them are connecting magnificently with the speaker. Then, as we spend our lives with one another, I have the opportunity, as I did last evening, to ask others, “so, what did you get from the sermon this morning?” Then, the beauty of the community Jesus has formed begins to shine. Others begin to help me see and understand things that, until that point, were simply disjointed concepts and verses.

So, my musing this morning is less about the actual sermon and more on the sermon’s title “Life Together – Growth.” See, to truly grow requires sharing your life with others… Oh, and God makes things grow…

Fathers Day

About 10 years ago I stopped calling my dad “dad” and started calling him “pop.” I’m not entirely sure why I did that. I know it was partially due to the influence of a friend who had always called his dad “pop” but I don’t know… I just used it one day and it stuck.

The funny thing about changing my dad’s name to pop was that he never really mentioned it. He never said, “what did you call me?” or “where did that come from?” He just rolled with it. The first time I he ever mentioned it was when my sister was pregnant with her first child. As my sister and her husband were trying to come up with names for their baby, all the grandparents were feverishly trying to come up with their own name… for themselves. When talking to my dad he told me that he had settled on “Pop” as his official grandfather name. It made me smile. I asked him what made him come to that name. He explained that he couldn’t be pop-pop because that was his dad’s grandfather name and since I had been calling him pop lately, he kinda liked it. That made me smile.

Asher mostly calls me da-da, but he’s be experimenting with using “dad” as well. It makes me smile when I hear him call me dad. Not so much because he is calling me a name that I prefer, but rather it is really cool to watch my son grow up.

I think the name change is part of his process of growing and learning. He’s testing things out and making choices about who he is and how he relates to the world. It is exciting and scary at the same time. Today it is the choice between da-da and dad. As the years go on it will be much more important things than that. While we have many years and choices to go through, my greatest hope as a father is that Asher (and Grace) come to know and trust Jesus. For me, this is what being a dad is all about… To love my Savior, Jesus Christ, and to love my wife and kids by leading them to Him.

Well, I’m starting to smell the bacon upstairs so Happy Fathers Day to all who bear the name… no matter what it sounds like.

This is why

This is why Anthony Bradley makes my blogroll:

America has nearly 115,000 orphaned kids in foster care waiting to be adopted. Some wonder how this is possible in a country with Christian families. Surely, there are 115,000 missional families in America, right? Missional families, for example, embrace the redemptive mission of God and practice “true religion” in their local communities (James 1:27). Missional Christians in America could eliminate the foster care system tomorrow if we would stop “shootin’ up” with the American Dream (heroine) in order to get high on a lame life lived for the sake of comfort and ease.
Here is the rest of the post

Read it again and let the conviction set in…