One item that I practically demanded appear on our baby registry:
Discovered during our initial foray into cloning back in January, I immediately got a big laugh out of it and told Tricia it would have a prominent place on the baby’s medicine cabinet.
Boudreaux’s Butt Paste. I say that with authority each time it rolls off my tongue. You just can’t deny it’s cool and hilarious.
Anthony over at ArchaeoBlog posts a funny bit of bathroom humor about how he can’t shave with soap. An excerpt:
I get the idea, I really do. Basic soap puts little between the razor and the whisker and thus will not gum things up and make for a close shave. But it freakin’ HURTS. Remember that scene in Airplane! where the guy is in the lavatory trying to shave while the plane is landing, and the plane keeps bumping and he keeps cutting himself? And then he slaps some (alcohol-based) after shave on, screams in pain and falls over passed out?
That was me this morning.
It only gets funnier. Read the whole thing here.
How flatteringly…lame…I am. With all the hardcore theology and honest musings I’ve posted here, and not a little controversy as well, I’m surprised I didn’t get at least a PG-13. And not only that, it seems, contrary to the opinions of a few, the rating service gave me this quote about the ol’ Holocron: No bad words were found. 
HT: Timmy Brister.
Well, this is the first post after Memorial Day. I had a good week and weekend. Tricia and I started the week by procuring for ourselves a new computer. I finally got fed up with my Dell (sorry Dad and “Dell Dude”) and relegated it to the bench. It had been crashing two or three times a day, and I had just paid to have it fixed last fall after a major meltdown. With the amount of computer use I indulge in (for research, sermons, blogging, email, occasional shopping, household documents, etc.) I couldn’t abide nor afford to suffer another major meltdown. So off we went to Best Buy, after a couple days’ research on pricing and specs at different stores. Came home with a very nice HP computer. HP computers are the best. They have never given us problems. It just seems like they work until they wear out, which is exactly what you want in a computer. This one’s package has Windows Vista Home Premium, 320 GB hard drive, 2048 mb RAM, a bay for an external memory storage device if we so desire to get one in the future, 17″ LCD monitor (think thinline flatscreen), and a print/scan/copy printer. Everything a busy pastor needs. I won’t be running out of space for sermons and other papers any time soon. I’m praying this one does what we expect cars to do and lasts 10 years.
Friday Tricia and I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At the World’s End. This movie very neatly tied together everything from the second movie. It also left open the possibility for a fourth movie in the future, if they so desire. What a well-done series. We met another Deaf couple and their kids there, a couple we consider to be good friends, so it was a great time of fellowship. I got to see the full trailer for the new Transformers movie, and I am chomping at the bit. Now, a brief aside about our friends. They have three small children. One is in his imaginative stage. Wanna know how imaginative? Here’s what his mother revealed:
He created his own character, Stinky Underwear! He wears only his underwear, a cape, black knee high socks, a belt, and carries a sword. He farts to fly. Geez, kids these days!
Though I am still laughing, I can’t help but wonder if that’s a warning shot for Tricia and I.
Sunday, for the second straight week, I set aside my scheduled Romans sermon to focus on the particular day. I exhorted our congregation not to forget the Lord (Deuteronomy 8:11) on Memorial Day. Instead, I asked them to spend their day in submission to the Lord as per 2 Chronicles 7:14. Humble yourselves, pray (for yourselves, your family and friends, your church, and others, especially our government and military), seek the Lord’s face, confess and repent of your sins.
Yesterday, I got up early and did just that. I prayed the Lord would create a great disturbance in the Force. I prayed that many would turn to Him for salvation. I prayed that Christians would turn to Him to build His church. I prayed that our military would be successful and come home to a mission truly accomplished. I thanked Him for the military of years past that made my prayer that day possible. I asked Him to make me a man, husband, and pastor after His own heart.
Tee and I then went and spent the day at her aunt’s house playing volleyball in the pool with her cousins. Life is good.
Well, it is now a new week, and summer is about to begin for real. Let us pray that we are as hot with a passion for God’s glory as the summer sun!
Today is my Dad’s birthday. My dad. The man whom I’m named for. The reason I’m a “Junior” like Dale Jr. So as a special birthday tribute, I’d like to unveil the book my Dad wrote.
Actually, Dad, you can stop pinching yourself to check if you’re awake. This is just the book you WISH you wrote. The “other” Steve Newell already has you beat to the Senior Tour.
Enjoy your birthday, Paw. Much love to you from me and Tricia!
Well, I am still pretty sick from that sinus infection. It’s actually gotten worse – my throat has “closed up” and I’m coughing. I’m now on 3 medications: I gotta take 2 horse pills daily plus I gotta snort 2 different nasal sprays. Life is not fun when you have chronic sinus.
Anyway. A couple stray thoughts before bed tonight:
Call me Hoss: I have decided that when Tricia and I have children, I want my children to call me Hoss. I was reading through old posts on Team Pyro when I discovered that Phil Johnson’s son calls him “Hoss.” I like the idea of my kids calling me “Hoss.” And for the few of you who aren’t from the South, that’s pronounced Hawwsss. I can just imagine Tricia dealing with a misbehaving 2-year old: “Just you wait till Hoss gets home!” That’s right, don’t mess with Hoss. Since Tricia went to bed after the documentary, I gotta wait til morning to find out what she thinks. I’m sure she’ll be amused, but she might have a different name for me.
The Jesus Family Tomb: I watched the documentary on the Discovery Channel and the discussion panel that followed it, and came away impressed with both. The documentary is a fun piece of entertainment, and it sparked old desires I once pursued (and still feel) to go into biblical archaeology. I sat in my recliner with Reese in my lap, my wife sitting next to me on the couch, and our English Bibles and my Greek New Testament open in front of us. There were inaccuracies in the documentary, to be sure, and flat out false assertions in a couple of places. I couldn’t keep up with it quickly enough textually to be sure I had located all of the assertions in the documentary, but I’m sure there are others who will provide better, more detailed and more thought-out analyses than I could ever provide.
The discussion panel with Ted Koppel afterwards was fantastic. I was thrilled to see people the caliber of William Dever and Jonathan Reid. These two absolutely skewered Simcha Jacobovici and James Tabor, from a standpoint of archaeology. So did Koppel, for that matter. He questioned Jacobovici on the fact that many of the experts he consulted have consistently backpedaled or stated they were taken out of context, but Jacobovici could not answer those claims at all. Spin all the way, folks.
Later, Koppel had theologians on to discuss theological implications, and while I recognized and appreciated Darrell Bock, I kept asking myself “who are these other two people?” There was a Catholic priest and a woman theologian there. Bock was the only one who consistently treated the issue seriously. The priest kept giving diplomatically worded but obvious dismissals of the documentary, while the female theologian kept wanting to talk about the influence of entertainment instead of the substance of the documentary.
I immediately lost any possible respect I could have had for James Tabor. He tried to make a discussion between him and Dr. Bock about which of them really believed the Bible. I was flatly dumbfounded. Mr. Tabor, do you really expect the public to believe that you, someone who has basically just denied the resurrection, truly believes the Bible; while Dr. Bock, someone who has made Scriptural faithfulness a hallmark of his career, does not? The arrogance is earth-shatteringly astounding to me.
I may provide links to good treatments of this documentary in the future, so check back for other updates. In addition, I’m mulling over whether or not I need to do a sermon on this.
Well, that’s it. I’m going to bed before the combo of sinus medicine and lack of rest drains the Force from me.
This is a Stephen original, a direct quote from a recent e-mail I sent to my grandmother:
True dat.
My beloved Anglican brother, Ryan Hall, the esteemed Archer of the Forest, has a hilarious post about his preaching shenanigans on Super Bowl Sunday. Read his post here to see just how one can get a bishop’s ring.
No really, you can’t! Tucker Carlson said on his show yesterday that the Democrats are presiding over “the most ethical Congress in history.” The most ethical Congress in history.
I think we can skip the incredulous looks and go straight to the laughter.
This week’s photo isn’t really a photo; it’s a comic. Enjoy.
Heh heh heh. This is one of the funniest comics out there. You should be reading it every day.
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