Recharge

Boy was I tired this morning. I stayed up for church, which was a bit rough since I was up early yesterday to go mini golfing. I planned on this because we had a visiting candidate for our open rector (head priest) position visiting. I am on the search committee and this is one of the three we narrowed it down to. We have one more visit and then we have to make a decision. Pray for us that we have the ability to discern the right rector for our church. It has been a long process and it has been way to long since we have had a rector.

Anyway, back on the topic I originally wanted to write about. I was tired, but oh was it so good to be there with God. I find it very uplifting. I know that there are those that when they walk into a church it’s more of a feeling of geese this building is stuffy. Not me. I FEEL. I mean I truly feel the spirit. It is difficult to put into words and impossible to convince those that do not believe. I hold no animosity toward those that do not, or more to point, have not felt the spirit. It is a fresh breeze; a relief of stress; a feeling of love. All of these things and more. All I can do is invite and welcome those that come and let those that do not see the joy of what they are missing, praying that they too will one day experience what it is like to truly be with Christ.

Needless to say I felt recharged. Still physically tired, but recharged. I miss that when I am required to work on Sundays. I do my best to keep in touch through prayer and sharing with Christ daily. We have interesting conversations, but that is for another topic. There is just something about going to church, I think it is the communion that does it, or the music, or the focused spirit, or all of the above that recharges me.

Thanks for reading my ramblings. For those of you who are not Christian, or are not sure, or have never experienced what I describe, I hope you get the chance to. It is truly special. Feel welcome because you are. If you choose not to come in, that is fine too. You are still loved, even if you do not feel that way, or are turned off by my words.

God bless you all.

Back In The Saddle

I like to write. The problem is I have not been and am out of practice. As you can tell if you look at the rest of this blog, it has been far too long sinxe I have posted. Will I do better? I sure hope so. I find this an outlet that is needed and lord knows there are not enough blogs out there for people to peruse and I would hate to deprive any from reading my fine words of wisdom and whit.

Most of my posts will be fairly boring tidbits from my life. Woohoo! I can feel your excitement bleeding through the ether. I tend to be a tad sarcastic so hold on to your socks.I have no special cause or odd happenings in my life to write, other than being a dad. If you do not consider that odd enough then you need to reassess what a dad is. A dad is someone to lean, climb, hang from, and climb on. He is a hero, a confidant, and best sidekick in the world. He sees things that no other can see and does things no other can. You can laugh at him and he laughs right back. This all can be interesting if it can be written about in a way that makes sense or at the very least is fun or funny to read. Wish me luck.

Looking back at this post I see one thing wrong with it. It is a tad bit self centered. News flash here. Blogs are the epitome of self contentedness. They cam also be fun for those that read them and for those that write them.

I hope I can keep this up and would be thrilled if anyone read it and commented on it.

Another Year

Today is my birthday, so technichally I'm a year older…. okay, so positiviely I'm a year older. I don't feel older and I know I think younger. I have so many friends pulling this old man bullshit. I'm too old for this, or my aching old bones. Sure my bones ache, but they've aways ached after strenuous activity and I know that they ache, not because I am old, but because I'm fat and out of shape. Sure it's getting harder to lose the weight and I don't heal quite as fast, but to throw in the towl at such a young age is insane. This doesn't mean that I am going to go out and join every adult leauge sports team I can find to prove my manhood or that I am still young. I didn't do that when I was younger, so why the hell should I start now?

My goal in life is to have fun and enjoy my youth till the day I die of old age. I want to run and play with my son and then be around to do stuff with my grand children.

Here's to another year of life's adventure!

Hello World!

Well, I'm new here! One day I will count all the different blogs I have out there, combine them, and publish a book called futility.