something old, something new

It's been almost a week ago, but I'm still talking' about it.

Last Sunday was the union of the now Mr. and Mrs. Y.

This wedding was SOOO good for TOO many reasons. For starters, THIS cake and the multitudes of cupcakes with it...

For place cards, P and A put out individual Lego men holding banners with the names and table numbers in binary coding. Another reason why I love and respect CS majors.

It was THE party to be at. This wedding was by far the largest CCF reunion I've ever been to. If I counted correctly, about 10 years worth of folks were in attendance. If cocktail hour schmoozing was an Olympic sport, hand me my gold. Familiar faces galore. I seriously could not sit still the whole reception, I was table hopping so much.

The food was seriously THAT good. No more on that, I'd go on forever. A candy bar and a silly photo booth shoot were wonderful parting gifts. Definitely had my share of those.

Through and through, one of the best weekends I have had in a long time. I can't help but thank Him for allowing me to know so many wonderful people. Reunited with so many people that I was TOO happy to see and yet TOO unhappy to part with. Now that I think back, it was also a gathering of many people who love Him! It WAS a CCF reunion, if I hadn't stressed that enough earlier.

I wonder if I just caught a glimpse of Heaven.

Congratulations, P and A!!!

my left shoe

Last Sunday as I was rushing to church (late, again?!) I realized too late that my left shoe was missing its insole.

Throughout service and Sunday School, I felt this unevenness. As I sat. As I stood. As I walked. It just didn't feel right.

When I finally got home, I put the missing insole back in and my feet finally felt complete.

Then it hit me.

Seems stupid, right? Something as trivial as a missing insole inspiring some religious epiphany? It sure did. I was reminded of this verse...

Psalm 1:1-2
Blessed is the one
who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
or sit in the company of mockers,
but whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
and who meditates on his law day and night.

As of lately, I've fallen behind in reading His Word. Just seemed a bit off everyday that I wasn't in it. I need to get back. Back to the Basics...

Time to hit the Books.

a whistleblower's angst

Luke 6:42.

When you point a finger, 3 fingers point back at you.

Knowing the above mentioned things full well, I still need to address what I witnessed yesterday. It REQUIRES to be called out.

One of my students nonchalantly proclaimed he was going as a prisoner for Halloween. OK? No big deal?

This student leaves to go home only to come back and show off his costume.

Orange prison jumpsuit.

Prior to my looking at him sideways, the mention of the word "prisoner" brought to my mind a haggard lookin' fella whose diet consisted of bread and water. Or the black and white stripes that Larry, Curly, and Moe flaunted when they slapped each other around. Just not THAT. Darn my archaic naivety.

All I could think of after that incident was, who was wrong? My list is as follows:

1) the person who designed the costume
2) the person who gave the OK on the costume
3) the person who allowed the costume to be sold in their store
4) the person who bought the costume

I could go on pointing fingers, but what use is it if nothing is done to fix the problem?

“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” -Luke 23:34

Luke's account of Christ's words as He was dying.

I wonder if He looks at our broken world and still utter these very same words.

Our need for Him is very much needed. I'm glad He hasn't forsaken us.

Hebrews 13:5.