back to the republicans

Weird. New season, but I still can't stand Eli Manning.

watching those republicans do their thing

Do you like tears of joy? I do.

There are some really weird Twitter names.

Sorry, but this banana is not ripe enough yet.

Long weekend produces compacted week...

slipping into sleepytime

C'MON GOOGLE...CHROME ME!

Gym time!

Working the plan today!

jotting myself into jottdom

In the spirit of labor (and before Gustav's remnant arrives), I'm going to mow.

Family b'fast is cooking. I'm sipping coffee. Good.

Annoying.

carried to the table - beautiful

Praying for our Gulf coast residents...

finished: 1.5 bushel roasted chile, big batch of quite hot salsa, banana bread

My daughter just told me that I always put the dish cloth in the wrong place.

roasting hatch chile

Fighting Farmers V Grand Prairie.

temporarily forgot my "no comment" stance. Sorry. Talk amongst yourselves.

McCain shows that "ready to be president" is indeed the highest value...

I just said "please" to my voice dial.

America!

Team Dinner in 92 minutes

hopes the russians love their children too

when i woke up this morning, i was convinced it was friday

If it's not about that, what is it about?

podcasts, podcasts, podcasts

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Yeah, it's hot today, but there is something less "summer" about it

'Tis good to work from home

My wife: "Y'all really have that much to say to each other - that you need to twitter?

going to bed early...yay for a recalibrated sleep schedule

Just getting back from Houston

why am i up? i have to get up at 430...

yeah, i should be asleep now

catching up, bit by bit

first farmers scrimmage tonight

waking up to a sunny day

I'm concerned that Tim Gunn is going to say, "GReggo, it's time to clean up your space."

Tonight...Steely Dan. Say what you will; we're going.

moved my office outside for the morning.

finally completed season 3 of lost

better bluetooth? we'll see, and you will be the judge, but not for 50 more minutes

8/19/08

political

Did you watch the Saddleback Forum?



Why or why not?
If you did, what did you think?
Yes, we are going there.

I'm really looking here for you thoughts on the forum and what the candidates said in that setting. Think you can contain it to that?

It's a new day - a good day

Still raining. This is great.

toasted sourdough bread with strawberry preserves and strong black coffee...and the sound of rain

mild case of brain lock

WOW. Now THAT was a good nap!

i don't know what to say about today

right now i'm updating my status

wednesdays used to wear me out

sleep

oops...when people say that the children are the future, the future starts to look and feel like a bad sci-fi movie where there isn't enough oxygen

when people say that the children our the future, it makes me think that the future is going to look and feel like a bad sci-fi movie where there isn't enough oxygen

*reaches for excedrin* it's time for kid4's sleepover birthday party...*breathes*

so i guess it is as official as it can be...soon i shall be a father-in-law

oh my

listening to music and such

Pumpkin Seed / Sesame / Raisin Wonderbar

a break in the heat!

Kid2 expends a lot of energy trying not to laugh at my jokes

leisurely sunday except for working all afternoon (but leisurely)

getting put to sleep by my dallas cowboys

i need to iron a shirt

Getting ready for a yam meeting

watching the opening ceremonies

i like 17 better than 888.

good day for a quarterly meeting, i'd say

thirty limes for one dollar

I am really tired.
Good night.

rangers V yankees...game 3, let's go rangers

just wrapped up some sightseeing with kid2 in san francisco

still in glorious san fran, staring at the "marine layer," anticipating a high of about oh, 60!

long day but a good day - finally headed to bed

san francisco sunday

Wow, we just won Keep Lewisville Beautiful Yard of the Month.

i hear the thunder, but this is texas. i'm watering anyway

got confused and watched a couple of lost episodes out of order...hope we can recover

thursday, let's work together today.

its worship rehearsal and you know what that means...yep...project runway later tonight

filled with joy and anticipation - every day something else about ROMO in the newspaper...

Rain...
Thank you God

ARGH! I make no sense even to myself...I should not ping when I'm on the phone.

Caught myself saying "awesome" saying just now. Getting it worked out of my vocabulary.

Maybe a break from the heat today - all the way down to what, 102?

monday night...you know what that means..church meeting / church meeting / church meeting...

oops, i meant..."You ride the ancient skies...You're amazing...creation cries...so will I...You're amazing"

Creation cries out; so will I; You're amazing

Bring it, Monday. You won't win.

scheduling is a puzzle that i don't enjoy solving

pinging

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

and what if 3/5 of them just "get kidnapped?"

Some of you are going to sign up for this.
You know it.
We know it.

Feel free to add me if you are one of them - greggorant@gmail.com

I mean, just to be safe.



Props to Brant Hansen for turning me on to this.

Friday, June 6, 2008

the glorious summer retread

Every summer, now, this nice little article comes to mind. And as we are now on the verge of some new Coldplay, it really comes to mind. I only post it once per summer, and this is your day, friends. Ah, Summer05. How well I remember it!

If you want to go back and comment on the original post, so as to make yourself more famous, be my guest.

Here, loved ones, is your retread from July 20, 2005. Enjoy.

passion, sweet passion

Sometimes, I'll just be minding my own business when it starts to take over. The feeling. The lust. The thirst that can only be quenched one way. Only one way. Yes, I sit back in my chair, close my eyes and imagine it. What it will be like, look like, smell like..and even...taste like. Fighting it is useless at this point. At first, a peace begins to surround me until my conscious mind realizes that the object of my desire is not actually touching my skin at the moment, moving in perfect harmony with me. It is at this point I begin not only to sweat slightly, but to realize that I must act immediately or burn with desire in uncontrollable agony.

But what of my obligations and responsibilities? What of them? What of my commitments? I put these thoughts aside as I apply some Target brand instant hand sanitizer to my perfectly sculpted hands. Hands that will hopefully soon be satisfied. Why? Because of fulfilled desire. That's why. Oh yes. Yes oh. I'm ready. No. Wait. The phone rings. I must answer it. Fortunately, my massive brain hyperthreads at every opportunity and I am able to dispense sound advice to clients while still salivating over that which will soon "be totally owned" by the GReggo. I will have what I want. I hurry the conversation along with amens and soon it is over. I close my eyes once again and enter a dreamlike state. I envision every detail of the encounter to come. The sights, the sounds. How I have imagined it! Oh joy. Joy will soon enrapture me.

My lunch appointment arrives. I hastily suggest taking separate cars so that I may take my diversion after lunch. He falls for it. Sucker. We arrive at the restaurant and I attempt to hurry the interview along. I gaze out the window as I speak, asking the typical questions and hearing the typical responses. I fidget. I play with my food, pushing it around the plate. I'm so filled with anticipation and desire that even eating has lost its allure. I get my ghetto wallet out in an attempt to push this thing along. My heart beats slightly faster with the knowledge that soon I shall be on my way. I imagine the various drab xeriscapes that I shall glance at en route to my destination. I hear the voice of The Master Blogger droning on about where the xeriscape post is and whether or not I should "merely assign the task to him." I curse him under my breath.

"What?" asks my companion.

"Nothing," I respond. But isn't that a lie? A vicious, hideous lie? Yes it is, but who cares? Truth telling stands in the way of mission, therefore it loses this standoff.

Finally I blurt out that I don't feel well and ask my companion if he could hurry up and finish. He seems offended by this, but since I have grown to loathe him so, I don't care. We part.

Finally alone, I race to my destination. Several near misses with other vehicles. "Who let the idiots out?" I ask myself. It is hot. I am sweating form both the heat and the eager anticipation. Yes, my day has arrived. Yes. Yes Oh, one million sweet yesses.

I pull into the parking lot. I circle the building a couple of times because I sense I am slightly too early. Plus there is a Coldplay song on the radio. For a moment I wonder what Chris would do if he were here. But then I realize that he has nothing to do with this. I am ashamed. But I press on. I find a parking place and turn off the car. My heart is beating faster. Will it be as I imagined it? I cannot say, and that worries me slightly. I get out of my car and at first I walk in a slow, controlled manner. It is hard to control my breathing. After a very brief period of mediation, I get it back under control. With determination, I move forward. Faster. Faster. My heart feels as if it is racing. I become light headed. I walk faster. I nearly trip. I admire the way my GReggoshoes look against the color of the pavement.

I am inside. I'm so excited now that I giggle slightly and instantly attempt to disguise it as a cough. Giddy. That is the only way to describe me now. My plan is all coming together. I stop. I'm here. I begin to raise my arm - slowly at first. I catch the sight of my artistic hand as I begin to extend my fingers. I pause momentarily. Hands, please oh please don't fail me now. Not now. Please, I beg of you. It's as if the whole world screeches to a halt for just a moment. A glorious, overwhelming moment of ecstasy. I reach. I touch. I caress. I rifle. I select. Oh, joy. Fulfillment. Finally. Oh yes.

I take the three black shirts to the register and pay for them.

"It's kind of hot outside to be wearing black shirts," says the cashier.

"Whatever," I think to myself. A slight smile appears on my face. I can feel it.

I return to work and begin the second half of my day. None of my coworkers are any the wiser. And why should they be?

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

hey, this one is for church people
...so if you aren't one of those, feel free to come back tomorrow...or stay...whatever

I read a blog today that I found interesting. It was posted originally by a pastor's wife, and entitled, "An Open Letter to a Church Hopper." You can find the original post here if you are interested.

For those of you who don't live in a "church market" like Dallas, TX, the concept of a "church hopper" might not even resonate with you. In places like Dallas, you find a church almost literally on every corner. And not just small, country churches like on Little House on the Prairie. Our church, for instance, is located on a street where within no more than a half a mile or so, there are no less than 10 to 12 churches. At least half of those churches have memberships of over 1000 - at least two of them are in the 10,000 range.

That makes for a very interesting dynamic. For one thing, people tend to move from church to church...a lot. hence the term, "church hopper." For another thing, it's been said that churches in this situation can tend to shift their focus away from introducing non-Christians to Christ and toward attracting and retaining Christians from other churches. I don't think any of the churches I mentioned would characterize it that way, but the criticism has been leveled, and though it stings a bit, there is some truth in it, at least in my opinion.

Attracting Christians from other churches isn't that hard. They get the itch to look around, maybe because the church they attend doesn't offer enough services at the right time, or the preacher just doesn't appeal to them any more (maybe he's getting too old, or the style is wrong, or they are tired of him) or the worship is too loud. too soft, too old, too young, too long, too short, too spirited, too "dead," or there isn't a good enough youth group, or children's ministry, or the church asks for money too often, or they aren't doing enough for the community or they are doing too much for the community, or they are soft on one aspect of doctrine or too harsh on one aspect of doctrine...or...you get the picture. Sometimes, people move across the city, or they move out of town or whatever, and it doesn't make sense to drive 45 minutes to a church when there is one across the street from you. I get that.

Keeping Christians who have left other good churches to join yours is next to impossible. Sometimes, it works out. Often, it doesn't. And some people, well, they just aren't there for the long haul. You never know. But one thing you can count on is this: If they left another church because of something they didn't like, your chance of keeping them is slim to none. Why? Because the way they roll is to leave a church when they realize there is something there that they don't like. Sure, your worship is different enough for them now, but they will eventually see that it is (see the above list). Yes, they love the sermons now...but what about once they realize that their favorite religious soap boxes aren't being addressed? What if your children's ministry is understaffed, or your youth ministry isn't cool enough or worse yet...is too cool? What about when they encounter the "special" people at your church?

Generally, something comes up that just doesn't work for them, and they are "on to the next one."

The blog I took the following excerpt from is interesting. Consider reading it in its entirety. Here is the sentence that captured my attention:

"The Church was not commissioned by Christ to meet your needs. You ARE the Church, and you've been commissioned to meet the needs of the world."

I've been reflecting on that statement all morning. It stings. But I think there is something there for me and for the way I look at the church.
What do you think?

Love to you,
-GReggo

lighter notes?

lighter notes?

I watched a bird utilize our bird bath today, both in drinking from it and bathing in it. That made me smile.

I sat down to play our piano today, avoiding the high B and C, both badly out of tune. I played and sang one of my songs. It was nice. I looked out the window while I was doing that. My song felt good under my hands. I sang and played to God, no one else. I hope that made Him smile.

Dixie is cleaning windows today. I did my best to help with the outside upstairs, stopping only at climbing the ladder high enough to get on the roof. No thank you. It's amazing how different I feel about getting on the roof at 46 as opposed to 26. It's like a whole different thing. Weird. I did help some inside too. She is doing an amazing job, and we are all going to enjoy looking out of these clear windows. Awesome.

I was thinking yesterday about how my decades have gone so far. Here's kind of the rundown I arrived at:
0's - whatever
10's - hook, line, and sinker
20's - reject everything
30's - know everything / always right
40's - pretty sure i know almost nothing

For 50's and up, I'm looking forward to more adventure, but I hope that I just start smiling a lot and letting people know I love them.

I listened to 3 Steely Dan "albums" today. I say that because that is what we used to call them back in the day. When the cool, soothing sounds of "Aja" came on, I could literally smell vinyl. What a pleasant memory. Some of you know what I mean, don't you?

Love to you,
-GReggo

life

It's been my experience that often conservative christians who describe themselves as adamantly pro-life (against abortion) are at the same time in favor of the death penalty.

This seems incongruous to me.

Can anyone reconcile this or explain it?

Love to you,
-GReggo