Reason #128 that I don't like cats

Apparently a cat in Gering, NE was discovered to have plague.

This is the same disease that wiped out much of Europe in the Middle Ages.

Sources say there is no reason to panic, but they didn't write "Ring around the rosey" about picking flowers. I'm frankly just glad that I just have a dog who thinks he's a cat.

God Loves the Underdog

We see it throughout the bible: God picks some unlikely hero to accomplish His Will. The biggest example of this is obviously David and Goliath. What could be more unlikely than a little shepherd boy beating a giant warrior in a battle to the death?

God picked a guy with a stutter to be the guy who would lead the Hebrews out of Egypt.

He picked an old guy to build a boat to save all creation.

He picked an older guy to be the father of all Israel.

He took a small army against the city of Jericho with its indestructible walls.

He picked a fisherman to be the leader of His Church.

And in the battle for Heaven, He chooses a mere Archangel, that is one from the 8th of the 9 choirs of angels, the second lowest tier of angelic beings, to lead his army against the greatest of the angels, Lucifer, and his army.

The point is that God knows better than we do what we are made of and what it takes to succeed. This is one thing that I try to take to heart in parenting. I know that God can take someone like me with all my flaws and use me to raise children who know Him, love Him, and serve Him. How great is that?

The other thing that remembering God's love for the underdog helps with is in our battle with sin. How can someone with imperfect intellect, skewed desires, and a weak will possibly win against the master of deception? With God.

Could you have killed a giant, led people to freedom across a desert, built an ark, fathered a nation, taken Jericho, or lead a Church? To quote a little scripture:

Matthew 19:25-26  When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astonished and said, "Who then can be saved?"  Jesus looked at them and said, "For human beings this is impossible, but for God all things are possible."

So the next time you see an underdog situation, just know that God might be getting ready for something awesome.

Until then, I'm back to my mission...

He was a good man...

Have you ever been to a funeral for someone and in the eulogy they repeatedly say "He was a good man..." or "He is in a better place.."? Sometimes this might be true and that person is making a quick trip to a seat at the head table in Heaven. Other times, you hope the person made it to purgatory. Still other times you have to wonder if the eulogizer even knew this person.

While I haven’t been to a lot of funerals in my life and I genuinely believe that most of the funerals I have been to were for good people, a line in a book I was reading (Be a Man by Fr. Larry Richards) asked, “What will people say at your funeral?” That got me thinking… (uh-oh, now’s your chance to get out before I rant!)

When people die, we always try to say nice things. We’ve all been taught, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all”, but why do people feel the need to say, “He was a good man” or “He’s in a better place” even when they don’t necessarily believe it? Is it better to lie about someone or just remain silent or just say, “I’m sorry for your loss”?

When I pass away, I do not want someone just to say nice things about me. The only way I want those words uttered is if I was really a good man or if people who knew me think that I will be joining our maker in Heaven. I’m a far cry from that right now, but I work toward it every day.

I want people to be honest about me, but here are some things I hope they say (not in any order):
 “That guy loved his wife.”
“He was a good father.”
 “He always stood strong for the Church.”
“He was a good friend.”
“He was a hard worker.”
“He was good at his work.”
“He was a good coach.”
Etc.

That is the guy I strive to be. I know I’m a far cry from perfect, but part of my mission is to have these things said about me when I go – and have them be true.

So I’m back to my mission…

50 things every man should be able to do

Came across this very well done article on 50 things every man should know (or learn) how to do. I may put together my own list in the future, but this is a good start.

Sorry for the lack of posts...

I've been meaning to post here more frequently. I took a long break over the winter and intended to blog often this spring/summer. Life and work have been really busy lately and the posts just don't happen as often as I want them to. I do have ideas and thoughts to share, but I just haven't gotten them from that tangled web I call a brain to this little text editor we call blogger. However, I do intend to start posting more often, and I want to try to keep my posts a little more entertaining. I've got some really good ideas, just need the time. The other problem is that I decided to start another blog and while I don't post on that often either, it makes my posts here even less frequent.

Now I'm back to my mission!

Hush little baby...

I love being a parent. I sit here right now holding my little peanut who woke up early this morning and will only sleep if we hold her. What memories this brings back...

She had a rough babyhood. She was dairy intolerant and was very difficult to get to sleep at night. I spent many a night holding her in the rocking chair until I would trade off with my wife about 1 or 2 in the morning so that I could get a little sleep before work the next morning. At first it was so frustrating. Why wouldn't she just go to sleep?!? She was so tired that she would doze off and then wake up screaming in pain. After a few weeks of my wife being off dairy things got better, but there were still a lot of nights spent with her because of all the things out there that sneak dairy in where you weren't expecting it. Things like sausage, hot dogs, spaghetti sauce, and bread! It made for a lot of nights where we woke up ready to go back to bed. Finally at nine months she was over it. She will turn 2 on Sunday. Since she was 9 months, I've spent a few nights in the rocking chair with her, but they are far between. It's is funny how God does things sometimes. When I was spending all those nights with her it was a tough job. Now as I sit here holding her, I'm thinking that I almost miss it a little bit. There is nothing quite like sleepy snuggles.

I just wonder what goes through her head, both now and back then. Am I her comfort? Am I protection against something? Does my holding her while she sleeps sooth her on some deep level?

Is that what Heaven will be like? Our comfort and protection holding us in His arms, soothing our souls on a level we can't even imagine? It will be even better than that...

Like a 2x4 to the head...

Growing up, I lived in a small town that had no stop lights. There were stop signs, but to this day you will not see a red light for more than 20 miles in any direction. Since moving to the city, I have discovered that I have a curse... I hit every red light possible. The lights see me coming and quickly turn red. I noticed this once when I was in a hurry on the way home from work and hit each of the lights along the way red. I began to pay attention and it was just uncanny. I pointed this out to my wife. She thought it was an exaggeration, but after taking note, she began to see that I hit red lights constantly. A trip to the grocery store would mean stopping at every red light when I was along, or hitting less than half by herself. This was incredibly frustrating to me and I began to try to find ways to avoid waiting at lights constantly.

This went on for a while, but recently we were in a hurry and my curse was in full effect. I was hitting every red light and was frustrated with a number of things about traffic that day. Trying to calm me down, my wife pointed out that maybe the red lights weren't a curse, but rather a message. "Maybe the lights are God's way of saying, 'I love you.'" Nothing like a shot of reason to bring things into perspective. I've been thinking about this a lot lately and noticing it while I drive. It did help to think of it that way.

Then the other night as my daughter was playing the "chase the dog" game, I said to her, "Wait! Stop for just a second." I took her up on my lap, gave her a hug, and told her that I love her. Then I let her down to chase the dog. [2x4 to the head]

I realized that just like my wife said, each red light that I hit might be God's little way of saying "Stop for just a second! Do you know that I love you?"

I think sometimes God's little messages are so subtle that I miss them.

And now, trying to pay attention to those little messages, I'm back to my mission...