This is my second installment of “I’m The Worst Blogger.” I began this journey last year when I discovered it had been a year to the day since I had posted a blog entry. I decided what the heck post a quick note on January 1, 2014 and move on. So, here we are on January 1, 2015 and it’s time to write another entry.
Highlights from 2014…
I went on staff at Fort Bend Seniors Meals on Wheels after being unemployed for 10 months
My kids were at the same school for the first time in years…Rachel is now a senior and Conner is a freshman
Theresa celebrated 30 years at Stewart Title!
In October I had a great opportunity to go on staff at Grand Parkway Baptist Church as Executive Pastor
Rachel loves being in the high school choir…they performed Bulldog Express in December
Conner is in the Bulldog marching band…they competed in the state finals in San Antonio
The most important thing in our lives is our relationship with Christ…without Him life would not be complete.
Back in 1947, it looked cool to be a smoker. In fact, if you were a cowboy, country singer or actor, you smoked and you made it look right! But fast forward to 1964, that’s when the Surgeon General came out with a report that ties cigarette smoking to cancer. “Heavy cigarette smoking is the principal cause of cancer of the lungs and the larynx and a health hazard so grave as to call for remedial action” a blue-ribbon science panel concluded.
What is interesting is that smoking cigarettes is still around. Heck that report came out 50 years ago and you would think after all the cancer deaths caused by smoking that we’d wise up and “kick the habit.” Even more amazing are the professionals in the medical field that will light up and have a smoke. The same folks that try to help you beat cancer and stay healthy.
I conducted a funeral last week at a local funeral home here in the area. As I was talking to the funeral director I noticed in his shirt pocket a pack of Marlboro Gold. I thought, “are you kidding me?!” The guy who sits with grieving families who have possibly lost a loved one to cancer because of cigarettes, talking about funeral arrangements? Reminds me of a sketch on SNL!
I heard a person ask a preacher once, “will you go to Hell for smoking?” Nope was the reply. “But you will smell like you’ve been there!”
I was very impressed when I heard a story about Kansas State’s starting quarterback Collin Klein. He made a pact with himself at 14 years old that he would not even share a peck until his wedding day. He kept that promise to himself when he and his wife finally kissed on July 21. That’s not the only unusual part of Klein and his wife, former-Kansas State basketball player, Shalin Spani‘s relationship. They never had a formal date until they were engaged.
Klein said that God told him that he would marry Spani, the daughter of former Kansas State and Kansas City Chiefs linebacker Gary Spani. Spani said she heard a voice in her head saying the same thing about Klein.
Klein has been compared to Tim Tebow because they are both quarterbacks, have the same size, but more importantly share a faith in Christ.
A commitment like this is so against our culture and so so looked down by the media. Was this story shared by the major news outlets? NO. The only mention of Klein was that he came in third in the Heisman voting.
Thank you Collin Klein for keeping that commitment and standing by your convictions when it goes against the grain of our society!
The week began like most. We were planning to go on vacation then to a family reunion. But life gives you a turn…in this case it was T’s Uncle who passed away on Tuesday. Uncle ‘D’ as he was known, had lived a good life. He had three grown daughters and was a respected teacher and former football coach. Uncle ‘D’ had lost a kidney years earlier to cancer. He had been on dialysis for the past 8 years and finally his body said enough…God called him home!
Destin, Florida is a great place to go and celebrate the summer. We got to have a ton of fun and enjoyed our time together. We were able to:
Ride on banana boats…I fell off twice…the second time did me in!
Conner and I got to deep-sea fish 12 miles out in the Gulf of Mexico. We caught 6 Snappers…it was fun!
T and Conner got to parasail…got great pictures!
We rode jet skis and found a school of dolphins…that was very cool.
And we ate like we didn’t have good sense!
After our time in Destin was complete, we drove to North Texas to the town of Kilgore. It was T’s dad’s family reunion. It was great to meet some folks I had never met…but yet felt ‘connected to’ all the same.
After all the clean up was done, we drove back home.
My take away from all this…cherish the moments you have with your immediate and extended family. Get away and be refreshed and make some great memories with those in your home. Last but not least…we all one day come to the end of our days. Let’s not live in a way that would cause us to have regrets. Make sure you know who Jesus is so when your earthy body finally gives out, you will be ready to meet the Lord face to face!
Ray Bradbury, recipient of the 2000 National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, the 2004 National Medal of Arts, and the 2007 Pulitzer Prize Special Citation, died on June 5, 2012, at the age of 91 after a long illness. He lived in Los Angeles.
In a career spanning more than seventy years, Ray Bradbury has inspired generations of readers to dream, think, and create. A prolific author of hundreds of short stories and close to fifty books, as well as numerous poems, essays, operas, plays, teleplays, and screenplays, Bradbury was one of the most celebrated writers of our time. His groundbreaking works include Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man, Dandelion Wine, and Something Wicked This Way Comes. He wrote the screen play for John Huston’s classic film adaptation of Moby Dick, and was nominated for an Academy Award. He adapted sixty-five of his stories for television’s The Ray Bradbury Theater, and won an Emmy for his teleplay of The Halloween Tree. In 2005, Bradbury published a book of essays titled Bradbury Speaks, in which he wrote: In my later years I have looked in the mirror each day and found a happy person staring back. Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I’ve worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior.
On May 27, 1937, thebridge was opened topedestrians.The following day it was opened to cars.An estimated 200,000 people attendedthe celebrations on opening day.
Construction on the Golden Gate Bridge began on Jan. 5, 1933, and lasted just over four years. The bridge straddles the Golden Gate strait, and connects Marin County and San Francisco.
In this photo taken circa 1935, one of the stanchions casts a shadow over houses at its foot.
Chief engineer Joseph Strauss is credited with the original design of the bridge, which he submitted in 1921. The project received financial backing in November 1930, when voters passed a $35 million bond measure.
Architect Irving Morrow gave the Golden Gate Bridge its art deco characteristics. He designed the shape of the towers to emphasize their height and added vertical fluting along the braces between the tower legs. These details cast dramatic shadows with the light and help make the bridge look and feel more like a sculpture. Morrow also designed the streetlamps, railings and walkways.