I have said in the past and continue to say to some extent that I don’t trust someone who has never changed their mind on some matter. I have known a few people who are so dogmatic about every single topic that I just tune them out because they obviously are no longer open to the possibility of learning. So I have decided to list a few of my own learns from the past:
OK, not really all the time but at times it really does; We just got back from Kings Island, an amusement park for those who don’t know. It was my company picnic and we had rented out the whole park, which was really nice.
King’s Island owns the rights to all the Nickelodeon characters so Alora was very excited to see Dora and Boots and all her favorite characters (If you don’t know who they are then you are lucky.) Well one of the rides that was themed was a Swiper the Fox ride, another character from Dora. It is what we always called a whip. You sit in a car attached to the center of the ride by a bar and the track is oval and when you reach the turn it whips you around.
Well this was the first ride Alora really wanted to ride that we couldn’t ride with her…EVER. Daddy was not OK with it but we decided to let her go and she was having a great time until the ride started and she hit that turn. She screamed like someone had just hit her and although we positioned ourselves at each turn to encourage her she screamed the entire time. I haven’t felt that bad since this day. I was almost crying as much as she was by the time it was over.
To make matters worse they have added seat belts that you can’t open without a key to all the kids rides to prevent children, or their parents from getting them out. The silly boy running the ride didn’t start with the child who was crying, he started with the one closest to him. Luckily Alora is so small Heather was able to pull her out of the seat belt.
Well, Alora handled it better than I did because she saw a Diego ride and I showed her it wasn’t just for boys. It was a nice little merry go round type of ride where she could drive a car in circles. She rode this and had a great time.
Finally, she decided to ride another driving ride where she would go all over a winding track, again without Daddy. But she was more prepared than I was in fact by the time she was halfway through I was crying because my little girl was growing up. As she drove away from me on that track, I can just imagine her driving away from me to go to School. I am sooooo not ready for that.
I am glad Mark Driscol encouraged me in the fact that it is fine for a man to cry if it involved his daughter because I think I am going to be doing it a lot more in the future.
Last week Heather and I took a dinner train excursion for our anniversary and we were seated at a table with a lovely older couple. It is because of this trip I decided that I need to get a book on the art of conversation. We were able to maintain a slight level of conversation but when it comes down to it I am good at talking about three things and they are all forbidden in pleasant company.
I have finally decided on a new theme for this blog and I plan on making a few other, deeper changes. God has shown me a few things that I didn’t realize about myself and after some meditation I plan on changing my life accordingly. God recently revealed some bitterness to me, it was difficult to see because it wasn’t toward any particular person.
I am taking this blog in a slightly more personal direction because it doesn’t seem like people like to read my arm chair theology anyway but I still like writing it so it may come up occasionally or I may just keep it private, I haven’tdecided as of yet. Anyway I make the look of the blog a little brighter and hopefully a little brighter over all.
This past weekend Heather and I spent the weekend in WV celebrating our six year anniversary. Normally, we have quite an adventure like last year, or our trip up a dirt road that almost got my car to bottom out so we could visit the “Family Fun Center”, or the moonlight canoe ride during a new moon. Let me tell you there is nothing romantic about a pitch black canoe ride, topped off with wine served out of a 10 gallon igloo cooler. I wish I was kidding.
This year was no different, we didn’t plan anything big but we did book an evening on a dinner train out of Elkins WV. We didn’t know anyone who had done it before and we weren’t sure what to expect especially with our track record. We boarded the train and were directed to one of the last three cars. We walked into a car that we prayed was not the fine dining car we had been promised. It was something out of a small town diner, complete with plastic table cloths. But, all in all it was actually a very good time.
Heather and I have been happily married now for six years and it has been great.
In my first “Extreme Christianity” post I looked at whether or not God was calling us all to a more extreme view of our money. This week I am looking at everything else I suppose.
No I am not talking about the 90’s in general when everything was ‘extreme’. I really want to know if Christianity is meant to be extreme.
By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers. 17But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? 18Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.
— 1 John 3:16-18