Archive for September, 2010

Day After 5Q

Posted: September 25, 2010 in Life

Coffee is wonderful!

The past few nights have been late with early wake-ups.  Last night was the latest, running a 5th Quarter (5Q) after our high school  varsity home football game (we won!).  The kids had a blast.  I even had fun.  It seemed to fly by.  A HUGE THANKS to Ed and Adam for coming and staying up late with a pack of wild teens to make it all possible.

I woke up this morning at 5:45 with an unhappy headache, but God was gracious: a hot shower and a couple Excedrine took care of that.  Our church has a men’s bible study at 7:00 AM on Saturdays.  After that I accomplished several chores around the house like: fix the garage door so we can actually park in the garage again and install smoke detectors throughout the house (we overkill with the smoke detectors). After lunch I crashed.

Now I’m up and sipping on some coffee.  Coffee is wonderful!

The End?

Posted: September 20, 2010 in Faith

One of my greatest theological weaknesses is Eschatology (the end times, the final destiny of the soul, etc.).  I think I’m with most evangelicals in this, understanding in some vague sense that after we die we go to heaven to be with God.  We talk about streets of gold and crystal lakes etc., but have really little understanding of what truly happens after we depart this earth.

I’ve begun studying this area of theology and have come to the conclusion that heaven is not the end destination.  It seems to me to be more of a holding area until earthly time is finished and God has destroyed what is and created a new heaven and earth.  Believers now, will eventually populate the new earth… I think.   Basically, it seems that God’s desire is to remake what he made to begin with, only this time without the possibility of the sin equation entering in.

I’m still at the early stages of this inquiry, so I might be off base.  I’m merely sharing what I’ve seen so far.

interstices

Posted: September 16, 2010 in Education

Today is brought to you by the word “interstices”.

interstice |inˈtərstis|
noun (usu. interstices)

an intervening space, esp. a very small one : sunshine filtered through the interstices of the arching trees.

ORIGIN late Middle English : from Latin interstitium, from intersistere ‘stand between,’ from inter- ‘between’ + sistere ‘to stand.’

Used in a sentence: “The ‘truth’ is likely to be found in the interstices, where different points of view collide.”

A Dark and Stormy Night

Posted: September 15, 2010 in Life

We had a storm last night.  Bright flashes of lightning.  Rolling thunder.  Actually booming thunder.  The kitchen roof did not leak (yay!).  Today the sun is shining through the clouds.

Dinner-Time Conversation

Posted: September 12, 2010 in Family

A typical dinner-time conversation at the Franklin house:

Amie: “More Doritos, please.”

Me: “Sure, have John’s.  He never ate his.”  I put John’s Doritos on Amie’s plate.

Abbie: “Grown-up squirrels are about the size of new born humans.”

Amie: “Amie has big arms”

Abbie: “And some dinosaurs have short arms…and can’t reach things.”

At this point, I grabbed my laptop to begin recording this lest I forget such an interesting exchange.

Kindle Here

Posted: September 11, 2010 in Life

I now own a Kindle.  It was my birthday present.  When they first appeared I had no desire for one.  The biggest limitation was that they only read Kindle books.  Now that they can read txt, rtf, and pdf as well, I have a use.  I own over a thousand rtf, txt, or pdf books (plus a bunch more in .lit format as well).  I got tired of reading them on my laptop, however.  Finally with this latest model I saw a use for one.

Several books have already been transferred from my computer and several others acquired free from the kindle store.  I have greatly enjoyed reading on it.

Drunk in Heaven?

Posted: September 10, 2010 in Faith

Last night we were discussing Manna at the dinner table (thanks to the Hawaiian Sweet Rolls Jenn had purchased) when Abbie said, “In heaven you won’t get drunk.”

Ah, the queen of the non-sequiteur strikes again.