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    The Wedding Banquet Wednesday, February 28, 2007 |

    I have a friend who is an event planner. Most of the events she plans are weddings. She's great at it. Although I've never talked with her about this, I've always assumed (relying on my vast experience attending weddings) that the guest list is always pretty much planned ahead of time. You know who you want to invite, and you use amo ink to make some cool invitations to send out. Everybody's excited about the big day, blah blah blah.

    SO...I'm a little stuck on something wedding related. Your help is appreciated. I've been reading Matthew, making special note of all the times Jesus leads with something along the lines of "For the Kingdom of God is like..." I'm familiar with all these parables, but I've really tried to dig into how Christ is describing his Kingdom, and how that Kingdom is present currently, here on earth. Anyway, Matthew 22 is throwing me for a loop. I understand the general premise...the king (God) invites guests to the wedding banquet for his son (Christ). The parable continues that the guests he invited basically snubbed him..."Sorry King, too busy preparing my taxes and sharpening my plow." This enraged the king, who then asked his servants to go to the street corners and invite anyone they find. I like this part, because in this I think God is calling out to me (a Gentile), inviting me to some join the banquet even though I wasn't on the original list. Yea! I'll take that invitation any day! Sign me up, thank you very much. So we all end up at the party, hanging out, good and bad...end of story? Not quite. This is where I get a little hung up. The king then notices a man there not wearing wedding clothes, and gets pissed. Now my honest immediate reaction is "Hello...you invited people off the street. Not everyone will be in their Sunday best." When the king confronts the man, Matthew records the man as "speechless." I would be too. Then, without warning, the king tells his servants to tie the man up, hand and foot, and throw him outside into the darkness. Jesus ends with "For many are invited, but few are chosen." Now, I've read several commentaries on this passage. I understand that all are welcome at the banquet, but no one should remain the way he or she entered, in view of the final separation of "the wicked from the righteous" (MT 13:49). Still, I feel like I'm getting stuck on something. Perhaps I'm missing something obvious (it happens with frequency.) All I know is I spend some serious time with this over the last week, and I'm not feeling settled, and that's ok. Maybe that's the point...wrestling with God's word is DEFINITELY not a comfortable exercise.

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    Banksy copy strikes in Honolulu Tuesday, February 20, 2007 |

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    Confession time Part 2 Friday, February 16, 2007 |

    For those that haven't read Confession Time (Part 1) click here. Based on the urging of several friends (plus an overwhelming sense that this was an important thing to do) I called this week to ask for some forgiveness for my general lack of Christ-like behavior. We played phone tag a couple times, until I got a hold of him last night. The conversation started fairly benign (if not somewhat awkward)..."Hey, It's Andrew...I need to confess something to you and ask for your forgiveness...etc etc." Where the conversation went, though, ended up being quite beautiful. We got to talking about his own church home, and the difficulties he faces as he invests lots of time and energy into things there, but feels constantly repelled (by lack of interest, general apathy, etc. of the members in that body). He confessed a spirit of jealously towards CR that they seemingly have an abundance of resources(read: lots of money), to put on great productions that wow people. I started to encourage him about the beauty of different parts of the body, and the unique Kingdom roles we fill as a united Church. It turned into a great conversation, in which I felt forgiven and understood and (hopefully) he felt encouraged to continue to press on impacting lives in his church. Confession and forgiveness are GOOD things. Just this week Stevie said "Forgiveness is the basis (foundation) of our relationship to Christ. It is how we know him." Thanks for the encouragement on this friends. I realize it went better than I expected, and for that I'm thankful.

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    Dear Anna Monday, February 12, 2007 |

    Dear Anna,
    I'm sorry this letter is too late. I know you're never going to read this, but that's ok. I need to write it anyway. I'm so sorry I spend years of my life laughing with my friends at your apparent stupidity. I'm sorry I claimed to follow Christ but acted like the most callous Pharisee towards your public persona. I'm sorry I helped fuel a culture that would make you famous for your body, and would keep you famous because of your pain. Your life had unbelieveable value, value I can't even comprehend. God knew you, saw you were before you born, and said "That girl, I'll send my son to die for her." I confess I never took the time to see you that way. Anna, I'm sorry your public pain was primetime fodder, and I never once, even in the private of my community of friends, even considered speaking against it. If anything, I participated in the spectacle with my silence. So I guess I have a choice to make. It's not as if you're the only person who has ever been hurting, who has screamed "LOOK AT ME" while whispering
    "please don't stare." I'm sorry I haven't cared enough in the past to notice your pain. I have no choice now but to start noticing the pain of those around me. Goodbye Anna.

    -Andrew

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    I'm Back... Sunday, February 11, 2007 |

    It's been a long week...I had the distinct pleasure of starting a new job, housesitting two beautiful children for a few days, visiting my alma mater to take in a hockey game at a gorgeous new arena, and teaching at a training event all day Saturday. It's been three days since I've even seen my computer. What a weird week. I have many blogs saved in my head...here's my current thoughts...I'm watching the Grammy's right now, and the Dixie Chicks blow my mind. Their performace was incredible, and the power behind the words they sang gave me chills. "It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her, daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. How in the world can the words that I said, Send somebody so over the edge, They'd write me a letter, saying that I better, Shut up and sing or my life will be over." Whew.

    I got that guy's number from my friend (see Confession Time), but I haven't made the call yet. It's been easy to write it off to a crazy week, but that's ultimately unacceptable. Keep asking me about it.

    I'd like to find a real cheap, beater guitar to keep in my cube. Suggestions? Anybody ever gone to a pawn shop? I think that would be fun. Anybody want to go with me? Imagine the stories we could tell...sorting through stolen drills, eight track tapes, mismatched sidetables and old diamond rings. Pawn shops have alwasys fascinated me. How do they still exist? In the age of ebay and craig's list, who says "let's go sell this at a pawn shop?" I feel like I'm going to naturally make some assumptions about pawn shop frequenters..like they stole what they're selling, like they need quick drug money, etc. etc. Man, I need a constant primer that judgement is the opposite of love. How quickly do I forget that...

    Godspeed as white death approaches my friends. Much more briliiant writing where all this came from very soon. Peace.

    Confession time Monday, February 5, 2007 |

    Not proud of this...and a twinge confused by my reaction. Last night we were at a Super Bowl party at a friend's house with an assortment of people. I knew everyone there, but to varying degrees. Early in the night the talk of the party was the CR Super Bowl service. People were sharing how much Brad's story had meant to them, parents who had come into town and were blown away by the service, where to find Girlymannomore, etc. I was generally quiet, enjoying the overall vibe and listening to other's stories. Eventually I was sitting on a couch listening to my friend B talking with a friend of his about the service. I don't know the other guy well, but what I do know is he's a nice guy, upstanding citizen, always treated me fine, etc. Ok, the stage is set now. Anyway, I know he goes to another church here in town and is not a fan of CR (totally fine I thought). Suddenly I hear him (he went to the service) saying "How much money did they spend on that? What a waste." B replies "Ask Andrew, he'd probably know." I immediately reply (without being asked) with the wittiest, most bitingly sarcastic comment I could (something along the lines of "If you're going to talk shit about how the church chooses to spend it's money I'm not interested in answering your questions..." Now, for those that know me, I was able to say this in a somewhat coy, smiling, mischievous way that conveyed something less than the instant anger I felt towards this guy. Are you kidding me! Why the hell did I have that reaction? Not exactly very loving. In fact, B started laughing and said to his buddy "Be careful dude, you're treading on thin ice." Why? Am I really that ignorant? This guy loves Jesus, is a part of the buddy, and for whatever reason disagrees with how CR does a Super Bowl service. Big deal. So why did I rile up like a cornered dog and respond with venom? I'm embarrassed. Do I get this guys number? Do I apologize? I ended up talking with him for a while about it, and it was a fine conversation. Still, it really bothers me I reacted so defensively. I've got a long way to go...

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    My fave rave and cat herding Saturday, February 3, 2007 |

    I went to a "rave" on Saturday night at some friend's home. Some guys (my college buddies) hung black lights and hired a friend to play techno music. They did a nice job creating "ambiance." I left with a few thoughts...in no particular order.

    1. It was WAY obvious who the two married women were (Kate and R)...they clearly felt no need to wear a low cut strappie thing when it was 15 degrees outside, and weren't gyrating aimlessly on each other in hopes of attracting that "great" guy who might fall for a girl impersonating a hooker/stripper.
    2. I ended up sitting on a stool talking with friends I couldn't hear, which I would have preferred doing in the comfort of a living room.
    3. Techno music is ok, fog machines are mediocre, strobe lights give me a headache.
    4. Glow sticks make funny shapes when spun around in one's hands under black lights.


    In other news, Chad Johnson's Super Bowl commercial was funny, but I think the Nationwide K-Fed commercial was my favorite...not sure though. Overall I think it was a bit of a down year...nothing hysterical. I still remember the glory years of Super Bowl ads (late 90's-early 00's) when dot coms were burning cash to heat their Silicone Valley mansions and spending millions to bring us a monkey banging a drum in a garage (just to waste thirty seconds). My all time favorite from that era was the piece about cat herding, where they were interviewing these gnarled up guys who'd been herding cats for years, talking about how hard the life was, but how the rewards were sweet. I have absolutely no idea what company it was for (I'm sure they're out of business now) but it still makes me laugh.

    God Bless YouTube...one search and it comes up first...please enjoy.




    Now that's a commercial. Feel free to remind me of any favorites you particularly enjoy...



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    Viral Learning Center (Not an STD) Thursday, February 1, 2007 |

    Please watch and enjoy...



    I'm particularly interested in "Working with Vomit and Excrement."

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    Thankfully gas prices are still high... |

    On CNN.com today...

    Exxon Mobil Corp. posted the largest annual profit in U.S. history Thursday, even though fourth-quarter earnings fell on lower natural gas prices and shrinking gasoline margins.

    For the year, Exxon Mobil earned $39.5 billion, up from its previous record $36.1 billion in 2005.


    My wife says I produce lots of gas. I wonder if I can somehow parlay that into profit too?

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