Friday fodder...

Pasty has 2 more games left in his season, then he believes that he'll be called up to Varsity for the playoffs. He's really been enjoying being a tackling target for practices this week. Woohoo.

The David Crowder Concert that me, The Moses, the Crow, & Schoern attended on Tuesday at the Fillmore in SF was worth the 7 hours of travels. What stood out to me: musicality; humor; incredible lyrics that could be understood (& were projected on a small screen, stage right); great interaction with the crowd.

Directly in contrast to the other 2 acts - The Myriad. This group sounded a lot like, a lot, alot a LOT like they were a Radiohead tribute band that also liked Coldplay & had heard Rebel Yell as well. The smoke machine made it interesting, as did the emo meets 1870's bank teller outfit on a guitar player. I liked the wall of noise they used... Then came Phil Wickham. The presentation was frantic; frenetic; forced; TheMoses thought it was manipulative (& I couldn't argue against it...) What I couldn't get past was that it sounded like he had inhaled a bunch of helium & drank about 42 espressos before he hit the stage. Then came Crowder, & all was right with the world... At least for me & the boys.

I'm really enjoying the Roundabout discussions as well - where we pick a topic & talk about it - for more, check out: Roundabout.

While I blog, I've been listening to the Podcast "Converts to Hell" from Rob Bell/Mars Hill - he nailed something - the gist of it is: we think that if we pray "the prayer" & go to church weekly, that it will guarantee or promise a "good life." Good relationships. Faithfulness from spouse & friends. Kids that grow up big & strong, loving Jesus. But it doesn't. And it won't. Because there's no superstition or formula or quick fix to Christ-following. It's learning, growing, & obeying.

We have a new dog - it's Pastor Jack's brother from the same litter she came from - the owner gave the dog, formerly known as "Tiny Tim" due to a hip issue caused limp, now called "Little Mac Baggins" to us (in a very roundabout way,) as she was unable to care for the dog anymore. One day of conflict has been followed by two dogs that are the best of friends & true partners in crime. I'll try & get a picture of the two together & post it - Little Mac is a black & rust colored weiner dog, while Little Pastor Jack is all rusty-brown. Which reminds me...

Life is better with friends...