Are You Serious Jessica?

dodgeballIn my daily ramblings through the murky undergrowth of the internet in search of entertainment for y’all, I want you to know there are some places I will never go. Like Slate. Somehow though, through careless link chasing, that’s exactly where I landed. It just goes to show ya, that if you take your hands off the wheel for even a second, you can find yourself in some bad juju.

Anyhow, I happened on this article written by Jessica Olien, entitled “Dodgeball Should Not Be Part of Any Curriculum, Ever.” As with any train wreck, I couldn’t look away. I’m sure Ms. Olien wrote this with her tongue firmly in her cheek…right?

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They See Me Rollin’…

They hatin’.

Well, these days, I don’t so much roll as ooze. Oh well, I guess it happens to

Ol' time granster...ahem.
Ol’ time granster…ahem.

all of us eventually. One day you’re immortal, invincible, dynamic—in other words, young—and the next you’re wondering why you walked into this room for the third time.

Seriously, is it really necessary for everything to go south at once? Is this just God’s sense of humor at work? First the back goes, then the knees (or vice versa), then the short-term memory, then the long-term memory, then the eyesight, the waistline, the hairline, the dew line, the fishing line…what was I saying? Oh yeah, it sucks getting old.

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e-Cheers!

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Matt Groening based the character of “Barney” on me. True fact.

Na zdravie! Cin cin! La Chaim!

I have been known to indulge in adult beverages on rare occasions—ahem—and like most people, I don’t like drinking alone.

Well, now the good folks at Budweiser (the sole reason for the continued existence of St. Louis) have made it possible to drink with all of your bestest buddies, even those you don’t know yet, every time you raise your glasses in a toast.

Introducing the Buddy Glass, the world’s first social networking pint glass! Hooray?

The idea behind this bizarre use of “because-we-can” technology, is that when you clink glasses, you automatically connect with others doing the same thing on Facebook. This is accomplished via a chip embedded in the glass.

Reaction has been mixed.

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My Heroic Announcement

All the talk in the sports world today is about Jason Collins, a professional basketball player, who publicly announced that he is gay. This is a big deal for pro athletes, men who many would cite as the epitome of the macho, lady-killer persona. And no, macho and gay are not mutually exclusive terms. However, this isn’t the point I’d like to make. What I want to do, is take issue with the notion that Mr. Collins is somehow a hero for stating in public what he is in his heart, a gay man.

Here’s a bold statement: I believe that in our society, it’s no great feat of heroism to acknowledge that you’re gay. In fact, I can’t think of anything that will be more likely to elicit rounds of applause and atta-boys from the world at large. Furthermore, to state that you’re heterosexual in the same manner gets you labeled as a bigot for somehow suggesting that heterosexuality is the proper, God-ordained orientation.

In fact, in the wake of Mr. Collins’ announcement, many have had the temerity to assert their belief that, as a Christian, Muslim, or Jew, they cannot approve or condone of Mr. Collins’ life-style. Those people, in the media I’ve sampled, have been roundly castigated as narrow-minded, unenlightened, religious zealots.

Speaking as a Christian—or at least someone who strives to be a Christian while failing mightily over and over—I must agree that homosexuality is not something I understand as God’s will for men and women. Our society tells us that our thinking must evolve so that we can call what is objectively disordered as good. Rather than getting in an argument over theology, let me just state my position on the subject:

Over the course of time, I have had three gay roommates. Each of them were lovely people, who I liked very much and still do. They were men struggling to understand themselves, their relationships with other men, and with God. Let me also add the trite-but-true statement that I have several gay friends and acquaintances. I am not ashamed to call them friends, nor do I feel ill at ease when I meet gay couples. It is not for me to judge the condition of their hearts. It is enough for me to rigorously denounce my own heart for its many treasons against the God who created me.

Therefore, I hereby announce that I do not believe homosexuality is what God wants for men and women, because as a Christian, I believe God wants the very best for us. If a man or woman, who through genetics, psychological adaptations, trauma, or other factors find themselves attracted to the same sex, I can only wish them safety and peace as they try to find God’s perfect will for their lives. I know for a certainty that God loves them very much and wants their ultimate happiness.

Growing Old Gracefully

oldmanAs someone who has elderly parents, and one who has had lots of interaction with the elderly, I am always reminded of Psalm 90:

 Our days may come to seventy years,or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.

If only we knew the power of your anger! Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.¹

To be long-lived is a blessing and a curse. There is more time to repent of sin, to seek God’s face, to prepare our heart for the great passing over. But oh the price we pay for it! Sickness, fragility, mental diminution, loss of friends and loved ones, relinquishing our independence, and coming to terms with our mortality.

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My Bromance

Much has been said about the extraordinary young man that is Kirk Cousins.

Isn't he dreamy??
Isn’t he dreamy??

People have used terms like classy, solid, well-spoken, down-to-earth, genuine, and Christian. These are all things that Kirk is and continues to be, despite the attention he gets.

Oh, and he’s not a bad quarterback either.

I’ve watched him grow up from an un-recruited kid out of Holland Christian H.S. in southwest Michigan, to a three-year captain of my Spartans, to a 4th round draft pick of the Washington Redskins. Just this past Saturday, the Spartans held their annual Spring Green & White game and guess who was in the broadcast booth doing color? Yup, Captain Kirk. You know what? He did a great job. His first time out, but you’d never known it. I’m not surprised.

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