Get Smart

So the other night Ashley and I went out and saw "Get Smart." Yes, I know that it's a little late for a review on this movie because it came out such a long time ago, but, if you want to get movie reviews from me, you're going to have to wait until it comes to the $3.25 theatre in Temecula because I ain't paying $20 for Ashley and I to sit for a couple hours and watch the big screen. So any movie I review will be late.

It was kind of funny. There were some parts that I laughed out loud, but it really wasn't all that hilarious. I love Steve Carrel, and I think the was the actor for the part, but I felt like the part was too much nerd and not enough klutz. When I watched the TV show when I was a kid (it was a family favorite) it was always so funny how Smart could botch up everything and still manage to accidentally win. In the movie he was a good fighter and had a brilliant memory--quite competent, in reality. In the show, he was altogether serious- but always messing up.

Okay that's enough trivia. I'm out.

Thanks to the Hawthornes

By the end of August we’ll be beginning our transition from Al and Katherine Hawthorne’s guest house to our own apartment. Though we are excited to get into our own place, we are deeply grateful for the blessing that the Hawthornes have been in our lives.

When I received the call that Thursday morning back in April that Pastor Gary Golike wanted me to be the associate pastor of this church, I was so excited. I couldn’t stop laughing afterwards. Eventually, when the euphoria wore off, I got to thinking about where in the world we would live down there. I hardly had any money, I had no idea where anything was—and I was moving there in a month. All I knew was that I had a job waiting for me and a fiancée that expected a roof over her head. As we traveled down late April to look for an apartment or guest house or something , I was a bit nervous. I didn’t know how or where or what to look for.

When the Hawthornes offered to let us stay in their guest house rent free, I was so relieved. I felt like a huge burden was lifted off my back. Ashley and I had been praying for months that God would provide—and, just like He had done in the past, He provided. We thank God for the Hawthorne’s ministry—they have definitely been instruments in God’s hands.

A Poem Without a Name

A question whispers as a breath

of life and as a kind of death

It speculates the fruitful tree

and why it must exist with Eve

and Adam in their perfect state

they could not have presumed their faith

Because everything they knew was free

from sin, and nothing did they see

was botched with something imperfect.

They stood before their God erect,

unashamed and satisfied

to walk under the ever-pines.

And God enjoyed them at His side

It seemed that nothing could divide

the bond that in between them held,

but now- the hosts of heaven felled,

and down upon the earth, a third

confused what earned that horrid word

that cast them from before the throne,

"Was He not pleased with our loud drone?

The words we sang with our great lips?

Our songs were not enough for Him."

And for the first they tasted dirt

and groveled in the awesome hurt

realized by the given choice

and haunted by that booming voice.

And now, forever, bounded to roam

the earth without ever a home

without a place to rest their heads.

Their bitterness all beauty shreds.

To live among creation now

with all that makes their jealous brow

furrow in the unbelief

that God, once theirs, would hide relief

and force them live among his sons.

With Adam, full of bliss, he runs

through grass and shade unto his bride,

in perfect love, no need to hide

their bodies from each other's gaze.

And in the glorious Sun they bathe

unaware of jealous rage

that lingers in the shadow's shade.

In hidden, vile hearts- an oath

was birthed out of their guiled loathe.

But since all deeds they practiced pleased

God who made the Garden's trees

"What could make these creatures fall-

to fill their hearts, familiar gall?

All we'd need a simple rule

to serve as a specific tool

to draw the creatures into doubt

and force their Lord to kick them out

of perfect pleasure, doomed to feel

the pain of losing what is real.

To use the rule that God had made

to draw them both into the shade

under the tree so they could eat

the beautiful forbidden treat."

A God of love! Could he provoke

His son to hate the words He spoke?

That He would grow within the midst

of perfect beauty, perfect bliss

a simple, growing tree with fruit

designed to steal immortal youth?

But Adam must have known the scheme

behind the tree. He never dreamed

that Abba would within contrive

a plan to confiscate the lives

of image bearers- infant babes

so innocent dependent they

just wanted nothing more than Dad

to walk with Him and make Him glad.

And Eve who set the standard of

a woman's understanding love

never once began to doubt

that Father wanted children out

of His Garden, made for them

for somethine they can't understand.

When Adam pruned a lucious peach-

enjoyed the blessed fruits in reach,

no doubt he saw the cursed fruit

and understood a simple truth:

Without commandments to abstain

one would not know how to obey.

No reason then to such adhere,

no purpose for a godly fear.

Such law's existence, not so trite.

T'was made to show Adam upright.

Was not a curse purposed to damn,

to make their goodness just a sham,

but rather was a tool to bless-

remind them of their righteousness.

A truth- that God cannot so tempt

his sons with evil. Such intent

denies the Father's innate good

and claims that such a diety could

blunder in His competence-

create something that gives offense

to His own name- a big mistake.

Omnipotence, it could not make

such an item in the ground

No. No such thing would there be found.

So on the day creation rang

for the first time all nature sang

together in collective song.

And in them one could find no wrong.

All joy, perfection, love, embraces,

no evil in the lowly places.

God created girl and boy

and one small rule to so employ

the joy that comes from obeying

what Almighty's words are saying.

But at the aforementioned word,

The Corruptor fell to earth.

And so from here the story goes:

He'll take the truth and give it bows

and ribbons- with a little twist-

something that you may have missed

if you forget about the fight

he'll sing you his sweet lullaby.

So arm yourselves; unsheath your swords

and listen to Almighty's words.

You'll see the question has been faced

and still God has not been displaced.

The question whispered as a breath

of life-corrupted into death.

I started writing this in Horner's English Lit. class during school. I got a little carried away.

Walking Places

So I had this idea one time while I was walking. That idea was to video my feet as I walked. I did it for about five seconds. When I went back through my pictures and watched it, it all hit me. I wanted to video just seconds of all the places I go in my life. If you watch closely in this video you'll see a few things. You'll see me climbing Half Dome, you'll see me leaving my office in Fallbrook, you'll see me walking along the Big Sur coast, you'll even see me walking--graduating from college. Maybe to you these things will be boring, but to me each little video is a remnant of my life that I don't want to forget. And though the feet are ugly, they are the things that have carried me all this way.

Desiring God-- John Piper

I just finished reading John Piper's benchmark book, Desiring God. It took me a long time to finish and I am quick to blame busy-ness but I don't like blaming busy-ness for a bad reading schedule. Earlier this year I made it a goal of mine to read 25 books in 2008. I'm not on schedule.

But I have finally finished this one, and I'm very glad of it, because it's one of the great books on what it really means to be a Christian. John Piper has a uncanny ability to communicate effectively what is in his mind. The topic of this book is something that Piper calls "Christian Hedonism," which at first glance sounds like a contradiction of terms. Piper says that hedonism, living in pursuit of whatever pleasures you, is at the very center of real authentic Christianity. How can that be so? Because seeking after God in every area of your life 100% is ultimately the most pleasurable experience man can have. God doesn't demand (or want) joyless followers. He wants followers who leap in excitement out of their joy for their Master, and gladly follow Him.

It's a great read. And now that I'm done I'm moving on to a different book. Peace Child by Don Richardson, which is the telling of a true story of how the gospel came to impact some tribal people in New Guinea back in the 60's. I'll get back to you when I'm done to tell you how I liked it.

The Little Things

My last post was real quick because I was so excited to get married. Now I've been married for a month. I love it. I love my wife.

Today Ashley was making me macaroni and cheese and she spilled all the noodles everywhere. It was really funny. We laughed hard for a long time because it was her very first kitchen blunder and there were noodles everywhere. We ended up salvaging some of the noodles-- there were about half that were still edible. The other half she gave to me. We still put in all the cheese and butter and stuff, making it the cheesiest macaroni I've ever eaten.

Married life is just a joy. It's all about enjoying the little things.

6 Days

I'm getting married in six days.