Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Wicked sweet theology stuff

Word - just wanted to throw some free theology links atcha. Dan Anthony pointed Dustin & I to this program (The Theology Program) - I've watched a couple hours of video from these guys. It is pretty good stuff! Lets pretend you don't have the time to bust through a hundred pages of Wayne Grudem (Systematic Theology), or you don't like to read (gasp!), or you just want it playing while you work/exercise/whateva... this media is like a condensed, conversational Systematic Theology.

You can download all the videos/mp3s here:

http://www.reclaimingthemind.org/ttp/media/

(You may need to create a free login).

You can also hook this up for free on your iPod! Here is the link:

http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=288947192

Mad props to these guys for equipping the masses with knowledge. Side note: if you end up using it a fair amount, I suggest a donation to the site - they've got to pay for the bandwidth/hosting.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Slightly Unimpressed by Santa


So we took Addie for her first visit to see Santa. Last year she was 5 months old, so we skipped the mall santa and went straight for the family Santa. Mike's family has a Santa each year at his Grandma's...it's super cute. So we zoomed to the mall for the experience and luckily there was only one family in front of us in line. Sometimes photos speak louder than words...so I'll leave Addie to do the talking...enjoy...and Merry Christmas...

Monday, December 22, 2008

The Parenthood/God connection

Interestingly, I've found that now that I am a dad, I start understand some of those fathering metaphors in the Bible better. (insert DUH here) It is weird - you can "know" these stories, but I don't think you can really actually "get it" until you are there.

For example, right now our daughter is sick... she keeps coughing so hard that she actually barfs (nasty, I know). We've got the medicine to help her get better (antibiotics for the sinus infection), but she doesn't want it - she spits it out all over the place.

God is kind of like that with us, I think. We're sick - if I'm really honest with myself, I can see my illness (pride, greed, lust, etc). He has medicine for us, in the form of a savior, Jesus. Jesus is the medicine, or as C.S. Lewis puts it, the good infection. Sometimes, though, the medicine doesn't taste good, so we spit it out. We're like that with Christ... he may tell us that we have to give up some things, do other things (which take time away from our busy lives), talk to some people and not others, etc and we just get the point where we are like "No! This doesn't taste good. I don't care if it will make me better!" My daughter makes me so mad when she spits out the medicine - I think maybe in some small part it is because it echos my own defiance against the good things the Lord is trying to do in my life which sometimes taste bad.

The metaphor breaks down after here (hiding medicine in yogurt is equal to what spiritually?), so I'll call it quits. Look for more Daddy/Kid/God connection posts as they happen!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Man Parts



Good news, the verdict is in, the doctors have examined the evidence and the next Medved is...

A BOY!




That's right... see below for the proof.




Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Thermostat wars

Dude... every afternoon between 2 and 3 o'clock the temperature in my cube approaches 80 degrees. From when I get in until then it is usually just fine, but every day at this time I start getting all hot and sweaty because some fool in my office feels the need to change the thermostat. It was set at 77 this afternoon!

How are we to resolve such office conflicts as appropriate temperature settings? The lady in the cube next to me says she is freezing and has a little heater by her feet. I think I'm going to hack the thermostats and monitor the temp settings...

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Confessions of a Teacher-turned Mom


So I have to tell you one funny thing about being a teacher-Mom. It's pretty bizarre. I teach 2nd grade which means I teach kids how to read. What this translates into with Addie is that regardless of whatever I'm doing, when her pint-size cutie self comes up and says "book" (which is actually pronounced more like "boooawk")I'll drop everything and read it with her. I'm such a dork...In my bathrobe, on the kitchen floor while I'm trying to make dinner, in the laundry room in between load changes. It's really a problem. With baby number two on the way, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get nothing done. It's compulsive really. That's my friend Caitland with Addie...she'll go up to anyone with a book. no joke...

Weirdo takes home his own trash?

Do you think people will give me weird looks if I bring my trash home from work? Wait, before you have me committed, let me explain! Every single day, the janitorial staff comes around to EVERY cube in my office building and removes the trash bag in our trash cans and replaces it with a new one. Regardless of if there is trash in it or not. That means that EVERY DAY there are hundreds of 95% empty trash bags going in the trash. I asked them to not empty mine if it wasn't full and they said they could get fired if they don't.

I won't be part of this disgusting waste of resources. I'm going to bag any garbage I have from work and take it home. Yeah, I'm a weirdo, but I also know that this country spends more on garbage bags then some small countries entire GDP. Seriously. Ugh.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

I am a bad blogger

Dude, I suck at blogging. Seriously. I came to this conclusion when I looked at Rick Duncan's blog... he is our fifty-something pastor, in charge of a ginormous church, and somehow puts big huge posts on his blog almost daily. Here I am a young, computer-savvy engineer and I'm lucky if I throw up some pics of Addison once a month.

Sheesh!

Oprahed

Mike here - just a funny thought to share. Have you ever been sitting at work, listening to your iPod, and suddenly you realize the song you are listening to has some immense value to you or some message that kicks you in the pants? Then you start to get all teary-eyed and choked up... and you're like, "Get it together, man!". You reach for your iPod and turn on some piece of trite music like Barenaked Ladies - crisis averted.

A couple of tunes which do this to me:
"The Luckiest", Ben Folds
"Gift", O.A.R.
"Gracie", Ben Folds
All of Lifesong, Casting Crowns

Side note - I first heard the phrase "Oprahed" by a pastor in Grand Rapids (Rob Bell) on a podcast of his sermons. He was talking about one time he was in an airport and a bunch of soldiers got off a plane and everyone in the terminal stood up and applauded. Oh boy, I'm getting choked up again...