Showing posts from September, 2006

It’s That Time of Year Again…

Love 89’s 3-day Sharathon is in full swing, which is especially good for me. Why? Well, because my one responsibility is food quality control. (Technically this is a self-appointed responsibility, but it is a burden I willingly bear.) In other words, I officially test all the catered food that comes in. Nothing is left untouched—er, untasted. Even the Krystal burgers brought in this morning by Krystal Meyers herself were not above inspection. So far, all the food has been approved—even Krystal’s Krystals. (As a side note: try having a conversation about Krystal burgers with someone with Krystal Meyers standing a few feet away; she’ll keep looking over at you, wondering why you’re calling her while not looking at her.)

Here’s to two more days of fabulously free foraging.

Wisdom for Today (or However Long it Takes)

Below are Charles Spurgeon’s thoughts for the day. Quite an encouragement to me, being the impatient person that I am.


Let Trials Bless

Knowing that tribulation worketh patience. (Romans 5:3)

This is a promise in essence if not in form. We have need of patience, and here we see the way of getting it. It is only by enduring that we learn to endure, even as by swimming men learn to swim. You could not learn that art on dry land, nor learn patience without trouble. Is it not worth while to suffer tribulation for the sake of gaining that beautiful equanimity of mind which quietly acquiesces in all the will of God?

Yet our text sets forth a singular fact, which is not according to nature but is supernatural. Tribulation in and of itself worketh petulance, unbelief, and rebellion. It is only by the sacred alchemy of grace that it is made to work in us patience. We do not thresh the wheat to lay the dust: yet the Rail of tribulation does this upon God's floor. We do not t…

The Vacation, Part 3

After a couple days at Rose and Dale’s house, we set out to visit my grandmother in Yakima. Dale was quite gracious in lending us his car for the round trip. (He and Rose were unable to accompany us.)

In between us and our destination was Mount Rainier National Park. Mount Rainier is an active Cascade volcano encased in over 35 square miles of snow and glacial ice. As you can tell from these pictures, the mountain is a wonderful example of God’s creative splendor.

We drove up to Sunrise, the highest point in the park accessible by car. The road was precariously dangerous, with a steep drop to one side that threatened certain death should the car veer off the road even a slight bit. I had made the mistake of drinking a lot of water during the first leg of the journey, so by the time we began the windy trip up the mountain I had to use the facilities. Badly. Of course, there were no facilities—well, other than nature itself. We couldn’t really stop by the side of the road, though, because…

The Path to 9/11

My apologies for not posting about this earlier. I really should have.

A five-hour ABC movie entitled The Path to 9/11 recently aired over two nights of commercial-free broadcasting. It’s a docudrama based on the 9/11 Commission Report, as well as a few other sources. It begins with the terrorist bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993 and ends with the events of September 11th. The movie details the numerous failures of both the Clinton and Bush administrations in the investigation of the growing terrorist threats against the United States.

The film is outstanding. Kudos to everyone involved on the project, both behind and in front of the camera. John Cameron’s score is especially effective—what little there is of it. (Most of the music in the movie is source music and not original score.) The main theme hauntingly and powerfully accents the film’s final act. As I have said elsewhere, I think this is the best film music theme for 9/11 yet.

If you missed the movie, you can view it o…

The Vacation, Part 2

My sister’s house is the flipping bomb. Let me explain.

We arrived late at night, so we couldn’t see much of the scenery. The next morning, I was the first to wake up and wander into the living room, which has a couple large windows looking out at Hood Canal. The vista that met my eyes almost took my breath away. The house is right on the beach, overlooking the mile-and-a-half-wide canal and the mountain ranges on the other side. The other three sides of the house are nestled in the woods. Yes, the house is on a beach in the middle of a forest—a little snapshot of Heaven itself. (You can view a live-cam shot of the canal here.)

One day, Dale (my brother in law—although not the Dale in the website above) took Danny and me out in his little motor boat to go crabbing. We baited and set the traps and took an extended tour of the canal, stopping short of the restricted waters that surround the nearby naval base. (Although Dale tells us the military is very friendly—they’ll come out and visit…

Mural in Smoking Area

I’m sorry, but this is funny.

Sensational Southern Sweetness

As y’all know, I ain’t no Southerner. I was a (forced) transplant. One thing I’ve had trouble understanding is how the words “sweet” and “tea” can go in the same sentence. When I think of tea, I imagine Oriental music and herbal aromas, not Rocky Top and mounds of sugar.

[Insert David Crowder’s I Saw the Light]

Well, I have had a “beverage epiphany.” Mcalister’s Deli catered a meal at work a couple days ago. Among other things, they provided a hefty amount of sweet tea. With one sip, I became addicted. This drink is gloriously delectable. In fact, there are several containers of tea still in the fridge in the break room…and I’m drinking the stuff by the gallon.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go visit John (or, as he is often called, The John).

The Vacation, Part 1

My recent vacation was so outstanding that I must share the experience. So, here we go…

The trip became memorable even before we took to the skies. My brother, mother, and I made it through security and to our gate with a couple hours to spare. (My philosophy is simple: if you’re not early, you’re late.) Mom decided to go on a walk through the airport and ended up gaining a reputation with the security folks. She absentmindedly passed back through the security checkpoint and realized her mistake a few seconds too late. Having crossed the checkpoint by only a few feet, she asked the nearest guard if it was necessary for her to go through the entire security procedure again. Well, it was. As she went through the process a second time, one of the guards said, “Ah, Mrs. Stewart, coming through again I see.” Thankfully, she got back to our gate before the plane left.

It surprised us to find that our plane from Nashville to Denver wasn’t very large—somewhere around thirty seats. Small planes …

Go West, Young Man

So many words could describe my trip to the West Coast. Stupendous. Amazing. Thrilling. Chronological. In short, my vacation was AWESOME! I’ll be posting about my experiences next week, dividing my trip up into different sections/posts. I carry pictures and video from the trip with me on my trusty cell phone, so ask me to show them to you.

As stated before, I haven’t visited my sisters and grandmother in Washington State in almost a decade, and I forgot how much I absolutely LOVE the West Coast. Real mountains. Real forests. Real oceans. I’m convinced that when God created North America He began on the West, and as He moved farther East He started running out of ideas. (That’s just my opinion, but it’s true.)

One thing I’d like you guys to pray about. One of my sisters has been trying to get me to move out there for quite some time. Until my trip, I hadn’t really considered that an option. Now, I have to say it’s officially on the docket as a possibility. In fact, if Sovereign Grace had…

Laborious Weekend

Okay, not really. I’m finally getting the chance to fly to Washington State after about a decade of absence. I was born there, much of my family is still there, my father’s ashes are scattered on Mount Rainier (which I will be visiting/hiking). It’s going to be great! See you guys next week.

What Makes a “Christian” Video Game?

I’m becoming more and more familiar with the Biblical doctrine of vocation, especially since I started reading the Lutheran blog Cranach. In the words of Gene Edward Veith:
Luther’s doctrine of vocation says that God gives each of us different gifts, interests and capabilities. He also gives each of us an external calling to a particular avenue of service. We are to use all that in love and service to our neighbor and service to God…. In addition, the doctrine of vocation tells me that I don’t have to be a pastor or missionary or always doing church activities to be effective as a Christian. I’m called to live out my Christian faith in my calling in the secular world. The doctrine of vocation helps us see the danger of creating a Christian subculture. For example, what makes a video game “Christian”? Blog poster Pastor Matt has this to say:
Where does the doctrine of vocation fall in all of this? I say a first person shooter about a US (or any nation's soldier for that matter) ma…

Christian Hedonist Upgrade

John Piper’s website, DesiringGod, has been revamped. Now, all his sermons are available in audio format for free—yes, all of them. On the main page, there’s also a Resource Highlights section, which includes audio files of “Today’s Radio Broadcast” and “This Week’s Question.”

On a related note, a couple spots have opened up on Joy 62’s programming, and I’ve asked if John Piper’s radio show could be one of the replacement programs. We are in negotiations to see if that is a possibility. Would it not be awesome to have Piper on a Knoxville radio station every stinking day?! Nevertheless, please pray for the Lord’s will to be done in this matter.