I think it was around 5 years ago during a telephone conversation with my mother that she asked me "What do you really think of this religion stuff?" I can't recall my exact answer but I know that it was an incredibly reluctant and wishy-washy answer and I swear if there had been a rooster around, it would have crowed three times by the end of our conversation. It's quite in contrast to something I recently asked God to make happen in me, which is to make me brave for Him, like I am in my dreams. Maybe someday God will give me a singing voice too so I can just sing Rich Mullins "Creed" when someone asks me what I believe.
Anyway, I suppose that conversation with my mom could be considered a pivotal moment in my life.
Another early pivotal moment with my mother was when I was about 11 years old she gave me a huge science/history book that covered the history of man from "emergence" to about the early 1970's. It was one of my most awesome childhood gifts and I poured over it for years. The funny thing is that as time went on, pretty much all of the chapters discussing the dawn of man were subsequently proven to be wrong in later books, with even some of those later books being proven wrong by even later books. I think I mentioned something about this in an earlier blog post. Now I tend to look at evolutionary science as not being fluid, but just outright full of imaginary crap.
On another Mom tangent…
Being human, there are always fleeting moments of doubt that enter my head, but God, being faithful, has over and over been taking the time to prove Himself to me, and squelch doubts, by presenting me with front row seats to irrefutable miracles and very specific events that defy all statistical probabilities. God needs to poke my scientific brain every so often.
A few visits ago my mom asked me about what kind of music I liked and I was able to play one of my favorite CD's for her while we drove to the Grand Canyon. To continue with the music theme, and specifically in relation to my faith, I prayed for months two things for mom's visit this last weekend; I prayed that not only would mom come to church with me, but for us to also sing my favorite song (No Longer Slaves) there, a song that we have not sung at church in forever. Mom came and God made sure my song was sung.
There is no real point to this post other than it was brought to you by the word "Mom," who just so happened to visit Alicia and I this weekend so she is on my mind and in my heart and prayers.
Having lived in my new apartment for almost a month, I have noticed a disturbing emptiness, an emptiness that I never expected; my refrigerator does not sing to me.
Through the last six years or so, I have had the opportunity to visit friends residing in most of the other apartments in this particular complex. In each of them, identical models of refrigerators stand and each has it's own unique call. Amber's refrigerator at times would…
When I first moved to Arizona, the only possessions I came with were the ones that would fit in the backseat and trunk of my Chevy Corsica. By the time I moved into my last apartment, it took a dozen or more car loads in addition to professional movers. Where did all this stuff come from?
As I step into the next phase of my life and into a new residence, I have reversed course and got it all down to a couple car loads and…
I was recently asked if I blamed God when Amber died. The answer was an instantaneous “No.” I didn’t blame God, I blamed myself for every part of it. My walk within my faith may have been drifting all over the road at the time, but I never lost sight of God down that road. It is because of that, I listened when my friend, defacto brother and brother in Christ, Michael gave me some advice that if I truly felt at fault, then all I need to do is…
I'm stuck at home today, sick with something or other, and bored silly. A perfect time to reminisce.
I moved to Arizona on June 14, 1998. Well, that is the date I left California, at least. The goal was to drive to Las Vegas first and pick up my friend Mimi. Mimi was going to be my interior decorator and make my place look like a real home. Things didn't go quite as planned.
While driving through California's Death Valley, about 2 miles west of the…
Yes, I said negative, but it's all in the science.
Go to the kitchen and grab the biggest and roundest bowl you have. Oh, you're going to need a marble or a ball too. Turn the bowl upside down and put the marble on top of it. Now give the marble a little nudge and you will see that the ball goes over the side, down the slope, going faster and faster in an exponential fashion. It's out of control. In science, this is called Positive Feedback. The marble has run amok.