It's Offical!!!

It's Offical, I am a sissified pansy boy. Tuesday morning I had to have blood drawn for life insurance reasons. A nice older lady came to my house to take the blood. So, I sits down at my kitchen table, answer some questions, and prepare for the blood to go. She sticks me and digs around for the vein. She finds it and begins to take the blood. I look at the blood and think to myself, hmm thats cool. Then, I thinks to myself I'm feeling lightheaded. Next thing I know, I am sprawled out across the chair I am sitting on almost on the ground with the nurse holding my hand to prevent me from hitting the ground. I say something like huh what happened. She replies you passed out. Oops! I'm sorry. Then I ate some food and rested before going in a couple hours late for work. So, it's offical I am a sissified pansy boy who can't have two vials of blood drawn without passing out. But, passing out was an interesting experience. I believe I dreamed for the few seconds I was out. It was kinda cool. But, I remain a pansy.

The Betterment of Humanity

If I could do one thing for the betterment of humanity, if I could do one thing that would ease people's journey on this blue ball, if I could bring joy to the lives of millions I have decided that I would abolish single ply toilet paper. Single ply toilet paper is an abomination. It chafes, it breaks, it causes undo stress in the lives of many. I reached this decision while attending the small group conference at WestSide Christian Church this Saturday. I used their restroom facilities many times that day. I became very agitated with the fact that all they had was single ply toilet paper. So, my duty for the betterment of mankind would be to abolish this scourge of the bootay from existence. Now, some may say, "Super, why don't you do something that will bring real help to people, like feed the hungry or strive for peace". Those are high and noble goals, but alas not my focus at the moment. Some may say, "Super, don't you care about the environment, won't only double ply toilet paper cause us to cut down more trees". My answer to that is no. Our tp production levels would remain the same, because it is a known fact that whenever you have to use single ply toilet paper you use more than when you use double ply. So by only having double ply, we would use less when doing the business. This would keep our tp production levels at the same output we are currently seeing. There would be more double ply being made but the lack of single ply production would compensate. I have found that double ply toilet paper does wonders for people. They are happier. They are friendlier. They have less pain in the nether regions. Too often in our world, its the smallest of things that can put people on the road of a bad attitude. Many times, the first rock in that avalanche is single ply toilet paper. Were we to take away that first rock, would there be an avalanche at all? I submit that there would not. So, my deed for the betterment of humanity is to abolish single ply toilet paper. Who will join me in this most noble and honorable of causes?

Double Ply users of the world unite!

Some Days It Pours

They say that when it rains, it pours. This past week feels like I have been in the midst of a torrential downpour. It began with little whispers about my ministry. Little whispers that I needed someone to come save the day. Little whispers that the vision I had been given was off. Little whispers that when listened to can start to erode the foundation that is being laid. The week continued with a battle with sin. For the last month, my spiritual life had been soaring on the heights. I had been standing on the mountaintop victorious. This week, I have fallen off the mountain, and I am trudging through the valley. I am standing my ground and fighting valiantly, but sometimes I fall. Yet, I get up and stand my ground again. Amongst all of this, I am trying to discern what God has been trying to say to me. I hurt, I fall, I doubt. To whom can I turn, to whom can I run. My strength and my refuge is and has been God, he is all I need, but some days I wish he would speak openly and sit in the chair next to me like an old friend. Some days it pours, and on those days I cling to the Rock.

The Theme of My Life at Times...

and the survey says....Super Dave (insert your name cuz its probably been true for you) gets the Shaft!!! This seems to be a recurring theme in my life some days...

Broken Bikes and Broken Spirits

It seems everywhere I look lately I see people in pain. Some do a good job of hiding it, others don't. Some caused the pain themselves, some did not. But they all share a common theme of being in pain. Heartache, pain, frustration, dissappointment, depression, ugliness, hurt, suffering, common themes that bind together this ramshackle group of people we call humanity. No matter where you live or where you are from, we share the common bond of pain. Since sin entered the world, humanity's top reality has been pain. Love lost, sick bodies, friendships betrayed, stupid frustration, all pain, all hurt. My heart breaks for my friends who are in pain, who are hurting. Some days the pain seems like it will be endless that the night will last forever. I know that the night will not last forever but some days it seems like it will. I know God is near that his heart breaks more than mine about all the pain in our lives, but some days he seems so far away. Through the pain I see, I pray and cling to this, that joy comes with the morning.

Please, Lord of the Morning shine your joy upon my hurting friends, my hurting students, and my hurting self. May your grace be sufficent for each of us in the midst of our pain, may you reach out and take us into your arms of love, and slowly rock us as we offer our pain and hurt up to you. Heal us and set us free...

Billy the Kid

Growing up, I became a fan of the Billy Dean song, "Billy the Kid". The song is about Billy missing his childhood and the way he would ride his bike around the neighborhood shooting bad guys from between the handlebars. Last night, I was bored at home so I headed over to Lincoln to cause a ruckus of some sort. I visited boys in the Hole, F1, and F2. While on F2, I learned that squeaky, Ross, Nolan, and Amanda were going to "borrow" some bikes and go for a ride. I thought this is not a major ruckus, but a ruckus nonetheless. So, after waiting for Amanda to get back from work, we proceeded to ride around the town of Lincoln at 12. We rode to Nate and Carson's apartment, Bumps Hizzy, Thorntons, and then we began searching for Crazy Zack whom we had lost. It was a great time. I looked like an idiot riding an old man's bike wearing a leather jacket. The bike I was on was Glorious. It had one of those ultra cushy spring seats, and it was a back pedal stop bike where you pedal backwards and it catches to brake you. I laid down some nice rubber on the sidewalk in front of the girls dorm thanks to this wonderful feature. Overall, it was a blast to ride around with a group of friends on bikes. I love being a big kid. Enjoying and remembering my childhood brings joy to my heart. I don't miss Davey the Kid because he has never left, he is still here partying like he did when he was a kid. Here's to bikes, friends, and laying down rubber.