not alone in my head: personal

morgan vid

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:31:19 GMT

how nice are those chins?

easter

Tue, 25 Mar 2008 04:30:45 GMT

easter was great, it was great in every way.

It was also a STRANGE experience. I was so far away from the action, from responsibilities. On Friday, checked in with the two new campuse pastors, everything was under control. They requested on thing: pick up some message CD's and bring them. On Saturday, I actually found myseld breathless a few times during the day. I was constantly in prayer for all three campuses. Check in with all three, no one needed anything. So I worked on next week's bulletin for Irvine and Corona, since there is an early deadline this week. Saturday night services were great for Irivine. I showed up in Corona at 6:15 AM (15 minutes late) to help set up. They didn't need me. Sunday services were great for Irvine, Corona, and San Clemente. WEIRD that so much work happened, and I had so little to do the day of. Mistakenly, I shared this to someone on Sunday and they said, "that just means you did your job and you're a great leader." I don't know if that's true or not, but I sure didn't feel like a great leader. I guess I hope I never feel like a great leader...but that's for another blog. I'll chalk up this as the lows after a big win.

video bits

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 04:21:17 GMT

so many great things

Thu, 13 Mar 2008 06:24:43 GMT

so much great stuff is happening. check out http://www.saddlebackfamily.com/blogs/regionals/index.html for some ministry stuff.

I'm reading a few new books (that is, I will continue reading them after Easter) they are in the book section over to the right and down.

I have another blog, which means I'm awesome because now I have four: http://www.muchbetterthanmorethandodgeball.com/. Go to www.morethandodgeball.com to see why mine is better. Of course, I don't need blogs to confirm awesomness, I have God as the creator for that. (and yes, he's made everyone awesome. I just wish enough people understood this so they didn't get ruffled when they see me saying 'i am awesome.')

and, the mish is pregnant, which is pretty incredible. this has been an emotional week.

giants take down goliath

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 05:25:43 GMT

I thought that would have been a clever newspaper article title. Of the 10 or so people in my house who were watching the game, exaclty zero of them agreed with me. The fact that they were all wrong won't keep me from posting it.

So happy the pats lost. (sorry DP)

I'm working on another blog for the regional ministry team: http://regionalteam.blogspot.com/

I'm thinking this can be a good way to share trainng, stories, learnings... a way we all can share... hope it turns out good.

5 dangerous thingsyou should let your kids do

Fri, 04 Jan 2008 00:00:45 GMT

ran across this video today and thought it was interesting. not a great presenter, but it as worth enduring to see his ideas.

glad to be me

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 17:53:35 GMT

finished the fountainhead minutes before we left Idaho to come come.

The book continuted to be amazing. In an earlier post, I had some quotes that I really liked. I could post a ton more, but wont. I think I'll be thinking about this book for some time, there's no way I've ordered my thoughts enough to write an overview of the major theme. There is one part I'll share:

Howard Roark, the main character, was asked if he ever had a day where he regretted who he was. He smiled as if that would never be an option for him.

I love that, I identify with that 100% (as much as I undertand the author's intentions...clearly she does not understand some imporant biblical teachings). It's strange that I don't know more people who are like this. Self love is wrapped up loving God and loving others.

I've definitely done things that i regret, but i don't feel like who I am is a mistake that needs correcting or changing. this doesn't mean I don't need (and want to grow). Loving who you are isn't the same as beliving you are perfect. Anyhow, this is definitely a complicated subject, one that needs careful qualifications and explinations.

A few years ago, I was confused by a few things and asked everyone on my team if they ever looked int he mirror and thought, "I'm the greatest. I'm the greatest possible ______ (insert your name) I can be today. I've been faithful to what God has called me to, I'm wonderfully made, I'm unique, and I'm working to discover more about who God has called me to be. I'm greater than I was last year, and I'm excited about who I am." I didn't mean, greatest in relation to other people, and devaluting them... this is a terrible mistake. It is also wrong to "love" yourself and think that everyone else must be as your are. This isn't love, it's worship.

It is not just possible to love yourself without hating others, it's a measure of maturity. Here's my question if you consider me conceited: has not God created you wonderfully? Has he made a mistake that needs to be corrected? Did he send his Son to die for the utterly worthless? (I'm not talking about worth in terms of salvation, but in terms of God's creativity and his love).

this is way longer than I thought I was going to be.

glad to be me,

idaho christmas meals

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 00:21:15 GMT

lunch was great today:

trust me, its not just for summer.

grampa and grandma know how to cook, here are the dinner highlights:

sunday: full turkey dinner with increditable stuffing

monday:great pasta spread with meatballs

tuesday: rib eye roast, with twice baked potatoes

wednesday: ribs and kumla

thursday: meat overload (finished off all the left overs)

tonight we're having orange chicken

speaking of food, that reminds me of daily bread, which reminds me that the Lord's pray which I introduced to Max and Marc for the first time two nights ago. that was cool.

The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand.

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 00:05:55 GMT

The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand.

I’ve been reading the Fountainhead this vacation, and it’s amazing. After a few dozen pages I was completely hooked. I know nothing about the time it was published (1943), nor the time of the story (1925). I don’t know what war(s) were happening, who was president, or what some of the issues of the day were. The book has referenced a few things that didn’t know what they were (e.g. speak easy, feather boa), but I asked around and got the answers.

These things matter so very little to me, I’ve always been interested in things that don’t change, like human nature. The way humanity is described in this book is absolutely fascinating. A friend of mine said he wasn’t surprised that I’d like this book. When I get home I’ll ask him why.

Here are some quotes from the book that I think are worth mentioning. Some of these sum up major themes in the book, some I think are just cool.

“There was no such person as Mrs. Wayne Wilmot; there was only a shell containing the opinions of her friends, the picture post cards she had seen, the novels of country squires she had read...”

Tell me you don’t know people like this. Or that you weren’t like this at some point. Or that you’re not like this right now.

“I thought I could never want anything and you suited that so well.”

This is perhaps the worst thing you could say to someone, the only thing worse than this is when it’s true.

“Do you think integrity is the monopoly of the artist? And what, incidentally, do you think integrity is? The ability not to pick a watch out of your neighbor’s pocket? Not, it’s not as easy as that...Integrity is the ability to stand by an idea. This presupposes the ability to think. Thinking is something one doesn’t borrow or pawn.”

Thought this was a great understanding of integrity. Usually I hear (and think) about integrity in terms of being consistent in every area of life, the opposite of hypocrisy. While I don’t think these two understandings are exclusive, I did feel like I resonated with this understanding of integrity.

“But if you have no...no self-respect, how can you be anything?”

“Why must you be anything?”

At taken out of the context of the book, this seems like a great plea for humility. However, add to this the near context:

“You must stop wanting anything...Men are important only in relation to other men, in their usefulness, in the service they render. Unless you understand that completely, you can expect nothing but one form of misery or another.”

This too may not seem to be all that bad, since we of the Body belong to one another. Different functions or roles, but one body. As this idea is developed in the book, it becomes so ugly I want this character to be real so I can rip him apart with my hands. Most miss the unique thing God created them to be, to express, to discover and explore...the unique and good course their life out to follow. Here is one development of the “importance of men is only in serving one another”:

“It’s true that there is no such thing as free will. We can’t help what we are or what we do. It’s not our fault. Nobody’s to blame for anything. If you’re good, that’s no achievement of yours...If you’re rotten, nobody should punish you...

“...we should not think of punishment for those who are rotten. Since they suffered through no fault of their own, since they were unlucky and underendowed, they should deserve a compensation of some sort—more like a reward.”

I think there are a few other passages which clearly develop this sickening theme...but I didn’t take the time to mark them... you’re probably thankful!

construction at my house.

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 00:35:22 GMT

this has nothing to do with my idaho vacation.

vacation time

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 17:38:47 GMT

we are headed to idaho for vacation at grammy's house. she lives in mccall, a little town 2 hours north of boisie. check out the link to find us on a map. i'll be sure to post some pictures and maybe even video if we anything exciting happens.

http://maps.live.com/?v=2&cid=35DC035B5BB4DE12!402&encType=1

microscopic enterprise

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 19:02:03 GMT

My pastor (I don't want to ring up extra hits on my blog by putting his name...seems fake to do that) sent us an article to consider. It was about churches doing things to make money to fund their ministries (basically). As I pondered the article, I was naturally driven to the times in my life where I tried to start up something to make some ca$h. I came up with a few ideas, and then, in order to establish my credibility as financial wizard, I included my history at the bottom of the email. this is that history:

My forays into the financial world are few but ferocious. At the age of 4, I went door to door selling hand crafted goods. In this case, it was fancy paper airplanes that I had made (by hand). Some of them even had some flaps on the back of the wings that made them do amazing tricks. Although I was only charging 25 cents, I didn’t sell a single one. Those people really missed out. After reflecting on this for a few years, I realized that I needed to stay within my core competencies if I wanted to make money. I was (and am) really good at eating. And in my house, that meant I needed to be good at cooking. In the 7^th grade I decided I would open a hamburger stand in my garage (Eli’s Hamburgers...can’t remember why I called it that...actually I can, I think it was some TV show where they has a black and white checkered floor in one or all of the episodes). I was successful until my third customer (friend) came, he didn’t have any money, but I didn’t want him to be hungry. So I gave him a free hamburger and gave the first two people their money back. It was the fair thing to do. I learned from this that I’d rather make people happy than try to make money.

I helped in Max's class

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 07:11:39 GMT

Today I helped out in Max’s classroom. It was quite an experience.

You should know that I have a natural aversion to elementary schools. When I attended them, I got in so much trouble, I can’t begin to describe it. I loved taking things to the next level. This one kid cut in front of me in line, so I punched him in the face, he fell to the ground and chipped his tooth. And he was one of my best friends. (he actually didn’t tell on me. I said, “let’s tell the teacher that I was yawning and stretched my arm into your face.” He agreed to the story and I didn’t get in trouble.) This one girl pulled the seat out from me, I fell, everyone laughed. The next day I cut her pony tail off. Yea, I was that kid. There are many other stories, but I’d like to keep a small amount of respect. I once brought a bottle of Tabasco to school and snuck up behind someone, I said “hey,” and when he turned around I got a drop of Tabasco in his eye. I got in so much trouble, my teachers hated me. (most of them)

So, I walk into the class for my 1 hour, 50 minute rotation in the room. It was early, but I didn’t need coffee because I was surrounded by 19 almost humans. I say almost humans because they haven’t fully developed a sense of reason and/or free will. Now, I can ignore really smart golden retrievers, which is the mental and behavioral equivalent to kindergarteners, but I was in the room to interact with the kids, and I wouldn’t be a good helper if I ignored the children. (although I did wonder if it would be possible for me to both be a good helper while ignoring the children.)

Now, I couldn’t treat the other kids like I treat Max, because I’m sure they don’t have the necessary mental toughness training. So, I really need to learn some new ways of relating.

So, the morning starts with some basic organizing tasks. First, I was handed seven bags of small orange “squares” (no two were the same, which bothered me a little bit.) and was told to consolidate them: “put the like ones into each bag”. I very nearly put them all in the same bag because they all had pumpkin like shapes on them. Ancient drunk Egyptians made hieroglyphs with greater clarity than these “pumpkins.” All the drawings looked more or less the same. After meticulous examination, I realize there were three different “kinds” of pumpkins.

The second assignment was to alphabetize four stacks of paper, these then needed to be consolidated. This was four different assignments, each kid had an assignment, and rather than have four stacks organized by assignment, there needed to be one stack organized by kid. Simple enough. Except for the fact that I hate the alphabet. I don’t know the relationship between S and T without starting at A. I’m quite serious. I am quite organized in many ways, in fact most of those who know me consider me to be detail oriented to the extreme. I don’t quite know how to explain it, but I’ll try.

Have you heaver heard of someone who lost one ability, and then compensated for it by strengthening others? Let’s say someone goes blind, and next thing you know they can hear better than a bat. I’m like that. I’m horrible at the alphabet, but I had a few different ways the teacher could collect the assignments so they wouldn’t need to be reorganized at a later time. Or, take spelling. I hate that too. Early on, I learned that I was a horrible speller. Then, the teacher taught us what compound words were. (I tried to convincer her that “pantry” was one, never won that argument.) However, I learned that some words were hidden inside of other words. How did this overcompensation help me? Once we got the spelling list, I’d look around the room for those words to be inside of the words on the wall. This only worked once, I had the spelling word “TEN” and rather than learn how to spell it, I knew I could just look at the word “sentence” on the wall. Now, the only reason why this worked just once was because I told the teacher after the test. I thought she’d be proud. I didn’t find what I was looking for.

Anyhow, after the busy work, I had to run one of the stations. Of course I called it a station, and some kids laughed at me and told me it was a “center.” I really wanted to say, “that’s strange, how can you have four centers in one room?” Of course, it’s totally possible, when by “center” you’re not referring to the room, but something else. But they wouldn’t have gotten it. See what I mean by almost humans with little reasoning ability?

The station was a nightmare. It was all about patterns, which is, of course, one of the most fundamental keystones of life. Everyone I know has a pattern, one that they like, but they break from it many times. That’s another subject, one this highly focused blog won’t touch. However, to study consistency, words fall short of how important this skill is. Most of the kids got it, a few didn’t. There were three who made my life a living hell for about 20 minutes. Living hell is the only description for it, as, I am confident of my eternity in Christ, which is life, but I felt totally cut off from all hope and joy. There are three kids who could not do the first of six problems.

A few other notable things happened, like I sent some students to a station that wasn’t being used that day. So the teacher said, “what are you doing” to them, and then to me. I wanted to answer the question, since I don’t believe there is such a thing as a “rhetorical question.”

One little girl was really mean to another one. Like, really, really bratty. I said to her, “Ashley, if you talk to people like that you’ll never have friends.”

“Yea I will, I have friends.”

“I didn’t say you didn’t have friends, I said if you talk like that, you’ll not have any friends.”

“Yea, I will.”

“Who do you think knows more about friends, you or me?” (she only did 2 of the 6 problems, so I was thinking she was aware of her current lack of knowledge.)

“Me.”

“Really?” (I was ready to end it here)

“Well, me and my mom. She has friends.”

Of course I doubted the truth of every syllable in that sentence, but kept that too myself and said, “If you’re mom heard you talk like that, I don’t think she’d be happy.”

I had to interview some kids about what they could remember about owls (Max remembered four facts, not bad, most only got two or three). I got to do this one on one, which was fun. The teacher was giving a lesson on something, and she told me to call out the kids from the first session. (session 1 and 2 overlap by and hour or so). Since I had seen every kid in my station, the teacher thought I’d be able to remember who was who. Little does the teacher know that I can’t remember someone’s name unless they say something intelligent or interesting—this property of my memory usually rules out any children I happen to meet. So, I call out three names, all from the second session. One girl’s name is spelled, “Carmel.” Figuring that she couldn’t be named after the candy, I chose the place in Northern California (which is also the place in northern Israel where Elisha battled the prophets of Baal). Needless to say, everyone looked at me like I was an idiot, and then the teacher followed up with, “there’s a list of first session kids on my desk.” Am I a total moron or what?

Anyhow, I’ve only helped in the classroom twice. The teacher said “thanks” and that I deserved to be paid. Maybe she just feels sorry for me.

Oh yea, I made sure to interview Ashley about her Owl. I began by telling her how pretty it was. Now, I must admit that was a little fake, but I figured using the word “pretty” to a girl would be nice for her. It was, she smiled with pride. That was nice to see. She named three things about owl (they are nocturnal, spit up their food for babies, and they have soft feathers). I wanted her mom to be proud of her (not knowing what kind of person she is, but guessing) so I fed her a few lines (“Do they have talons? Do they eat mice?”). This way she’d have more things on her report than the other kids.

Max started with, “owls are predators,” so I thought that was cool.

Yes, this blog is finally done.

two early school memories

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 15:29:39 GMT

So I took Max to school for the first time today. That is, the first time by myself. I printed off a google map, and I did this for two reasons. First, just because I had been there three times with Mish, that doesn't mean I remember how to get there. Second, I wanted to make sure Misha's way was the best possible way. She's a turn by turn directions person, an you really can't fully trust non-map people very much (for all the obvious reasons**).

After a successful drop off (and a more efficient exit route, thank you google maps, and more importantly, thank you map loving mental structures within). I called mish to ask her what age Max would start walking to and from school. She responded with the appropriate hysterics (which was a large part of why I called) saying, "matt, you are crazy." She was busy getting ready to take marc to school, so I didn't have time to follow up with the 2 of my intended 1,2 punch which was, "let's just let him walk home today and see what happens." My poor wife.***

I remember the first time I walked home from school. I don't know what grade I was in, but I remember my Dad saying, OK are you ready to walk home from school. Thinking, why not, I said, "yes." On my first day of walking home (for some reason I was dropped off, but had to walk home.)

So I walked, and walked, and never made it home. The last thing I remember is crying in the middle of the street and someone then inviting me into their home. I stayed in this nice home until after dark, because I didn't know my phone number. This made it difficult for the nice family to find my house. I wasn't aloud to walk home again until I memorized my phone number.

Walking to school also reminds me of an angry note my dad once got from an anonymous parent. you know, the kind that's confident that their place in life is to tell other people what to do. Now, I'm this kind of person, but I usually wait till I have some kind of friendship first. Anyhow, this letter ripped into my dad, and it said something to the effect: every day your son runs across the street without looking either way. So my dad watched, and true enough, I shot out of the house and never looked both ways. That night, he asked why i did this and how long I've been doing it. With all the innocence of a little child I have him my answer: a few weeks ago we learned about bats, they don't look at anything, they just hear, I wanted to see if I could be like a bat and just hear the cars coming.

I couldn't make this stuff up.

** those reasons are: (a) that's not how I do it, (b) you can't see the big picture without looking at a map, (c) turn by turn is usually received by someone else, who trusts that? and if the turn by turn directions aren't passed down by some other fallible source, then they came from personal haphazard discovery (without a map) and that's so bad language can't describe it).

***Last night I asked misha that out of the countless billons (6 or so) of people in the world, how many of them could successfully endure a marriage to me? She quickly said zero. I said, well there at has to be one, right. She said, I'm not sure what I have is "successful endurance." Oh, how I love the mish.

Max goes to kindergarten

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 05:04:30 GMT

Tomorrow is a big day, our oldest is going to kindergarten.

We're pretty excited. Mom got him a new shirt, new backpack. Funny how those things need to be replaced right before school starts. What's not funny was me saying this to the Mish. I wonder if I'll ever learn.

I have many early memories of school. My earliest captures a moment from one of my first homework assignments: cutting with scissors. My fingers are thick, they are like little sausages: they lack dexterity, subtlety, and gentleness. They are designed for grabbing, pawing, and destroying. They are a microcosm of my personality.

Asking my fingers to do something with finesse is like drinking from a tea cup with nothing but a few sledgehammers.

Naturally, I had a hard time cutting along the lines. Were I old enough, I would have considered that exercise a medieval torture. Of course, my frustration was captured and intensified by my step brother who walked into the kitchen, saw my pitiful excuse for some scissorwork, and made fun of me.

A few weeks later, I felt I had mastered the task, for I was successfully cutting along the lines. Filled with a confidence that has never left me, I showed off my work. He laughed again and said something to the effect of, "of course you can cut along those lines, this time your teacher has drawn them with a thick piece of chalk." more laughter.

My response, "it's not my fault the teacher gave me the wrong lines to begin with."

Those of you who know me realize this isn't a bit.

pictures from day 2

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 19:09:17 GMT

here are some more pictures of morgan... pics from yesterday...

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8837299897360628235&hl=en

use this link if the video doesn't work.

morgan pictures, day one

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 06:57:20 GMT

I had some time to download the pictures and throw them into a movie. this is very fancy stuff.

today was great, there were no problems, and morgan is healthy. he has a little spot on one finger that may be a birth mark, if it remains i'll probably tease him a little when he grows up, all in the name of good fun and mental toughness. (both of those terms mean the same thing.)

Morgan was 9 pounds and some ounces, maybe 7. give or take 5. I know in grams he was 44,000.

I'm home and sleeping alone tonight. something which I hate very much (feel free to tease me a little for the reasons mentioned above.) however, no one will be able to accuse me of not making the most of it. when life gives you lemons and all that. since I am Mishless tonight, I'm eating chips and salsa in bed and just spilt a little salsa on my pillow. yes. no. of course not.

those were answers to the questions you are thinking: (a) do you really think that's funny? (b) should I tell mish and get you in trouble? (c) will you use a different pillow?

(for you slackers who use firefox, (a) don't believe the hype, and (b) go to: http://video.google.com/videouploadfinished?docid=3673065628246330183&cid=7bbb193207d7c925)

(mac users, see the above sentence)

new baby: magnus

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 02:10:13 GMT

hello everyone, there's a new baby in the world today, and ours is not named magnus. It's morgan. He's really cute. I don't have a lot of time right now to upload all the pictures, mostly because I have the wrong cable. However, I was able to get one picture off the camera. This picture really demostrates the great zoom I have.

big week

Tue, 03 Jul 2007 15:39:56 GMT

I'm finding it a little difficult to focus this week. I think it's because we're having our third child on Friday. We know it's on Friday because Misha gives birth to big babies. Max was 10 lbs and Marc was 9 lbs. So, at 11 am or so this Friday, young Morgan will enter the world. I'm excited. It doesn't seem real for a number of reasons. Old fears come creeping back like unwanted house guests. We're still excited. (and yes, I realize it's lame for all of our names to start with the same letter. I happen to really like M.)

some things are worth 1,000 words

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 21:58:59 GMT

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,286382,00.html

why gossip isn't appealing to me

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 16:21:29 GMT

I just got off the phone with a friend. We were talking about a miscommunication (not between the two of us) that was somewhere between gossip and that game of a circle of people called "telephone."

I was thinking about why gossip isn't really on my long list of faults... I have plenty of other problems, personal and relational, and I wanted to uncover why I'm not really in to gossip.

You might not be into it because, "it's wrong." That's great. I applaud your maturity. I'm not into it because of my pride. I'm so excited and utterly thrilled with my ideas, I want as many people as possible to know about them. If I have an opinion, the idea of keeping it to a select person is crazy because if I had my way, the whole world would know WHAT MATT THINKS.

This sounds so self serving, I realize. Can we call it confidence? Maybe that's wishful thinking.

leadership thoughts from another blog

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 06:57:39 GMT

Check out this blog from Tony Morgan:

http://www.tonymorganlive.com/tony_morgan_one_of_the_si/2007/06/leadership_deve.html

I thought it was good, quick to read, and interesting.

not knowing the answer

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 18:35:37 GMT

By nature, I'm a person who loves questions... I ask alot of them, I like to think about the answers, I like to debate myself, I like to win debates with others (one of my many flaws).

I'm not the kind of person who has to have the answer to everything... (most who know me well would laugh at that statement and think, "Matt, you believe you know everything.") I have no problems saying, "i don't know, let me look into that." For years, I've taught others that this is a great way to learn, a great way to discover your next step to grow. I think God uses others in moments like these. Someone asks you something you don't know, go look into it so you'll be ready next time.

I didn't take my own advice... someone asked me something (it doesn't matter what, now, does it?), and I didn't know the answer (or, more accurately, I didn't have an inteligent response, as not all questions have answers...) (that was for all the post moderns who read my site).

That night, I thought of a few resources I should go look at, but decided against it. Cause, "No one ever asks me that." Well, today, someone asked me the same question.

your favorite moron,

matt

Back at Saddleback

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 02:53:53 GMT

I am back at Saddleback. There is, of course, a long story to this. My 10 months away have been great in so many ways. It's been great because I've been stretched in ways that never could have happened while I was still at Saddleback. In my journal, I've listed about 14 or so lessons I've learned since I've been away--MAJOR MAJOR lessons that have changed my outlook on life. I imagine I'll share some of them in my blog, some will remain private.

It was also tough being away, very difficult to watch many relationships weaken. Several of my relationships remained strong, and even grew stronger. There were a significant number of connections grew weaker.

Coming back to Saddleback was a God-thing. (I apologize for using that phrase.) One of the easiest decisions I've made in years, the timing was nothing less than inspired. My new role is exciting, a mind blowing chance to be used by God as he builds his kingdom. The fit with my gifts also seems inspired.

Coming back to Saddleback has been interesting in so many ways. I'm now not longer "hiding" in high school ministry... the adult world is strange and thrilling. The office life is different... it's so utterly quiet. It's beyond peaceful, it's somewhere between clinically insane quiet and inside of a morgue quiet. When I was on the high school team, I was usually the one to tell everyone to shut up. (only about half the time did I use those words) Anytime a ball bounced into my office, I pulled out my exacto knife or scissors and popped the ball. About 2 times a month I made Doug Elliott or Jake Rutenbar really sad.

I've been forming new relationships, this has been fun. I thought many of my old relationships would start back up again, but this hasn't been the case. At times I've felt like the junior high student who went to one high school while all his other friends went to another... That may sound sadder than it really is, keep in mind that my closest friendships have been great.

I stopped blogging... for some reason I felt like I didn't have anything to say... I'm back at Saddleback, and I'm back to blogging. What else is there in life?

you can blog from your phone

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 00:35:54 GMT

how cool is that? very cool. that is the answer.

Is it possible to blog without blogger?

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 23:01:24 GMT

I was wondering if it was possible to blog and not use blogger. Please post a note and let me know if this can be done. Oh yea, you can only post if you have a windows live ID. ALL HAIL Microsoft.