Category Archives: thinking through

Smearing the Cake

I was at two weddings on Saturday. Neither of them smeared the cake. Why do I care? I think that smearing the cake at the wedding reception is a rude first way to treat your wife/husband. There are a lot of people that think smearing the cake is just a joke, there is nothing wrong with it. But, the discussion at our table at wedding #2 concurs with my opinion.

Before you begin to assume what kind of wedding this was, and begin to form pre-conclusions (would that be a preconception?) that would most likely be mis-conceptions. The wedding was small, there was a unity candle, there were rings, the reception had dancing, some guests were consuming beverages.

At our round table there were 5 married couples, all but 1 couple said they had agreed before their wedding to not smear the cake.

One of the husbands said at the last minute she followed the yells of her friends and smeared the cake “before I had a chance to get her back.

Doesn’t sound like love to me.

Another husband, not sure why it was only husbands chiming in, remarked that she smeared the cake and he only got the get a little bit on her.

Doesn’t sound like love to me.

My wife and I didn’t smear the cake. Beyond a little playful splotch of icing on the nose I think the practice is rude.

I almost always hold my breath during the cake cutting event and twice on Saturday I was able to breath out that relieved sigh. Thanks Josh and Derlyn.

Why the hair?

Hair for me is one of those things I think I could do without. Well, at least on me, I don’t think I want to see everyone with out hair. I still wish that I had a bold head, it would be so much easier. Less maintenance, no shampoo to pack, no comb or brush to pack, never worrying about if it is messy up their.

But then I read Proverbs 16:31 and think maybe I want a little hair on my head to see if I can have that grey crown.

So why do so many people want to dye their hair? If grey hair is a crown of glory gained by a righteous life, why not wear it with honor? I’ve said that if I ever become bald I will shave it off, no comb overs for me, but my wife tells me that ‘there is no chance that I will be bald’ I have too thick of hair. So I suppose I will stop saying I hope and begin saying “If my hair ever turns gray, I am not going to dye it. It is a badge of honor”

‘Babel’-ing in Qatar and @home

A friend of mine is working for an independent contractor in Qatar, he welds. This amazing little country is the only country listed on the CIA World Factbook as a Q-country. Qatar has more income per capita than just about every other country, but according to Dave is partial due to most of them make their extra cash by setting up corporation to sponsor in foreign nationals that do all their work. The Persian gulf area is being polluted by man-made islands from oil rich countries, the Qatar -earl aims to create a secure and exclusive island retreat which brings the ambience and lifestyle of the Mediterranean to the heart of the Persian Gulf.

Between making babel like islands and searching for the ‘God Particle’, what can come next?

We already don’t understand each other, the language barrier even between adults and adolescents seems to be growing by leaps and bounds.

Stand Strong Dave.

99 – good enough?

The poem, by Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane, made known by Ira D Sankey in the Hymm There Were Ninety and Nine brought to mind something I’ve mentioned here and have told my students.

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd?s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd?s care.

?Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee??
But the Shepherd made answer:
?This of Mine Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.?

But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die;
Sick and helpless and ready to die.

?Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way
That mark out the mountain?s track??
?They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.?
?Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn??
?They are pierced tonight by many a thorn;
They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.?

And all through the mountains, thunder riven
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,
?Rejoice! I have found My sheep!?
And the angels echoed around the throne,
?Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!?

Are they not enough for thee? ;Is it ‘good’ or ‘good enough?’ Thank you Lord for not saying it was good enough when I was not in the fold. Help me to never say ‘good enough’ when with you I can do good.

So I know good is not perfect, but watch the idea.  Good or good enough?

I pose this question to everyone. Is what your doing in your life, your job, the organization you are involved with good or good enough?

Usually when I would say that to one of the yearbook staff the reply would be, do you want me to change it? To which I would reply, again, ‘is it good or good enough?’ The sigh of frustration would follow, they knew what they should do, but really wanted someone to tell them yes fix it, do it over, do it right. If you feel like them, and me, you might want someone to tell you ‘yes, do it better.’

We sang this song on Wednsday in the song service chapel. It is another example of when one is attentive they can be blessed at anytime not matter how redundant a song service or other can seem.