What a beautiful day. I makes me long for outdoor stuff, no snow and campfires. Oh wait, weather has never stopped me and campfires.
Last night I spent the evening at Griffin Elementary watching the movie Lilo and Stitch. Ok i have seen this movie a million times. But the school is raising money for some trips. So i guess it was a good time.
A few months ago, we had a challenge to promote what we called kingdom projects. The idea was to get groups of people together to accomplish a kingdom related goal. In fact, Watermark put some money in the group leaders hands as seed money. It was cool to all the people getting together laughing and sharing about what they would do. At the end of the service, Steve challenged the groups to go and do.
Well, I have the priviledge of hearing about these stories. It is amazing how God has blessing these groups and the people's lives they have touched. One observation: the leaders who I have talked to seem so low key about their stories until they start remembering what actually happened. The excitment in their voices is awesome.
More on that later.
CC
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Friday, February 11, 2005
this one is for the gooch...
i do not usually do this, but this one i read and thought i might share.....
for the gooch -- you know who you are.
The Detroit Lions coach had put together the perfect team. The only thing that was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl win.
Then one night while watching CNN he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghan Muslim soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand-grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yards away. KABOOM!
He threw another hand-grenade 75 yards away, right into a chimney. KA-BLOOEY!
Then he threw another at a passing car going 90 mph. BULLS-EYE!
"I've got to get this guy!" Coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!" So, he finally brings him to the United States and teaches him the great game of football. And low and behold, the Lions go on to win the Super Bowl.
The young Afghan is hailed as the great hero of football, and when the coach asks him what he wants, all the young man wants is to call his mother.
"Mom," he says into the phone, "I'm sooo excited...I just had to call to tell you ... I just won the Super Bowl!"
"I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman says as she prays at home. "You deserted us. You are not my son!"
"I don't think you understand, Mother," the young man pleads. "I've won the greatest sporting event in the world. I'm here among thousands of my adoring fans."
"No! Let me tell you!" his mother retorts. "At this very moment, there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and I have to keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!"
The old lady pauses, and then tearfully says, "I will never forgive you for making us move to Detroit
for the gooch -- you know who you are.
The Detroit Lions coach had put together the perfect team. The only thing that was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl win.
Then one night while watching CNN he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghan Muslim soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand-grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yards away. KABOOM!
He threw another hand-grenade 75 yards away, right into a chimney. KA-BLOOEY!
Then he threw another at a passing car going 90 mph. BULLS-EYE!
"I've got to get this guy!" Coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!" So, he finally brings him to the United States and teaches him the great game of football. And low and behold, the Lions go on to win the Super Bowl.
The young Afghan is hailed as the great hero of football, and when the coach asks him what he wants, all the young man wants is to call his mother.
"Mom," he says into the phone, "I'm sooo excited...I just had to call to tell you ... I just won the Super Bowl!"
"I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman says as she prays at home. "You deserted us. You are not my son!"
"I don't think you understand, Mother," the young man pleads. "I've won the greatest sporting event in the world. I'm here among thousands of my adoring fans."
"No! Let me tell you!" his mother retorts. "At this very moment, there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and I have to keep your sister in the house so she doesn't get raped!"
The old lady pauses, and then tearfully says, "I will never forgive you for making us move to Detroit
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
thought for the day
i ran across this. thought you might like it.
The Best He Could Do
An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his potato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son Fred, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Fred,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
- Love Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
For heaven's sake, don't dig up that garden! That's where I buried the BODIES.
- Love Fred
At 4 am the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
- Love Fred
The Best He Could Do
An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his potato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son Fred, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Fred,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
- Love Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
For heaven's sake, don't dig up that garden! That's where I buried the BODIES.
- Love Fred
At 4 am the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
- Love Fred
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
i am hear to tell you...
I have been battling with Charter Communications for the last 2 days. Where to start?? 1st of all, and i am not bragging, i am above average when it comes to technology. So when i started having problems with my cable modem, i did not hessitate to call. After several conversations and trying their suggestions, i suggested taking the modem back. There was some resistance to that thought. I did and retrieved another modem. All was good until i hooked it up and tried using it. Understand, the 1st modem was randomly resetting itself. They were cool replacing it as it was a power failure. The second modem was not communicating with my wireless router. Yeah, blah blah. The frustrating thing is that they kept saying it was not plugged in or my computer was bad.
all this to say that after 2 1/2 days of frustrating -- in a 100 years no one will care. Actually, it was not until i spoke to a supervisor that he confirmed my opinion and traded it for a "new" modem. Life is better with on line action.
Well, becca was home yesterday -- whatever creeping crud is going around. Good to spend time with her even though she was not feeling well.
ta ta for now.
c
all this to say that after 2 1/2 days of frustrating -- in a 100 years no one will care. Actually, it was not until i spoke to a supervisor that he confirmed my opinion and traded it for a "new" modem. Life is better with on line action.
Well, becca was home yesterday -- whatever creeping crud is going around. Good to spend time with her even though she was not feeling well.
ta ta for now.
c
Friday, February 04, 2005
it is really foggy
i am watching the morning news and they are commenting on the fog. Ottawa county is covered with a fog. the problem is that the temperature is in the teens. So it is creating a slippery situation out there. As always, let's be careful out there.
during our recent gatherings, we broke into community groups after the teaching time. this was a cool idea because it really promotes community. because the gooch was deathly ill on sunday, i had the opportunity to step in and help out. well, part of that was announcing this would be the last week of the community groups. there were several people who said they were dissapointed with that decision. i would ask why. the concensus was they were enjoying meeting and talking in there groups.
one of our core values i strongly stand behind is community and life groups. i think we all need to be involved in lg and community. Life groups to me encompass any group we get together throughout our week. so we have a family group, sunday night group, job group, watermark group, coffe group....i look at my life and realize we are in and out of groups all day long. I am not saying that in everyone of these groups we are praying, singing, and taking an offering. but it allows me to look at these realtionships differently.
We are in a truth series. we discussed the living truth. Now we switch to living the truth. the next couple weeks should be great. We are now ramping up for Easter.
Well, need to get moving. received a call from Becca's mom yesterday...Becca is sick. i hate to hear that.
Out.
c
during our recent gatherings, we broke into community groups after the teaching time. this was a cool idea because it really promotes community. because the gooch was deathly ill on sunday, i had the opportunity to step in and help out. well, part of that was announcing this would be the last week of the community groups. there were several people who said they were dissapointed with that decision. i would ask why. the concensus was they were enjoying meeting and talking in there groups.
one of our core values i strongly stand behind is community and life groups. i think we all need to be involved in lg and community. Life groups to me encompass any group we get together throughout our week. so we have a family group, sunday night group, job group, watermark group, coffe group....i look at my life and realize we are in and out of groups all day long. I am not saying that in everyone of these groups we are praying, singing, and taking an offering. but it allows me to look at these realtionships differently.
We are in a truth series. we discussed the living truth. Now we switch to living the truth. the next couple weeks should be great. We are now ramping up for Easter.
Well, need to get moving. received a call from Becca's mom yesterday...Becca is sick. i hate to hear that.
Out.
c
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