My wife posted this as her Facebook status recently.
My son: “Mom, I finished trimming the bushes in the back”
My wife: “Great!”
My son: “It’s NOT perfect but I’m NOT God.”
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
Archive for the ‘Humor’ Category
My son was describing something from a movie to my wife. He said something to the effect of “One of the mooses from the forest…..”
I caught him and convinced him and my daughter that the plural of “moose” was “meese”. Just like the plural of goose is geese.
I tried not to laugh as they tested and questioned me and then finally bought it and my son restated the question. “One of the meese from the forest…..”
Which is when I laughed and dropped the charade. And all I got was “Daaaaddddd!!!!!”
I funny!
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
Isn’t this picture ironic? (Note the sign and corporate branding on the fuel pump.)
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
I have a lot of chores to do today so not much time to post. However, a friend posted this link on Facebook and I thought it was pretty funny. To all you drummers out there who always get stuck at the back of the stage and upstaged by all your other bandmates, this guy should be your hero.
He kind of reminds me of animal from the Muppets. Rock on!
Title: This drummer is at the wrong gig
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
The last several weeks we have been visiting different churches in our area. While I cherish my storied Lutheran heritage (my great grandparents were Lutheran missionaries to China, my grandfather was a Lutheran pastor, I went to Lutheran parochial schools and universities — you get the picture), I feel called to pursue a more fervent worship of Christ. I posted about it a while ago here. And there has not been one pivotal event or item that has prompted this seeking, but rather a buildup of experiences over the last few years. And I refuse to say we are “church shopping”. That label resonates of a consumer Christianity basis — a “what’s in it for me” spiritual centeredness. What we are looking for as a family is a place where we are called to worship God with our whole beings and souls, a place that is scripture based and where we can grow in scripture, and where we can serve with servant’s hearts.
Our latest visit was to a Saturday service of one of the local megachurches. Of course, such an experience is new to our whole family and we need to take cues from others to fit in and follow the service and processes. We also went with several other family friends of ours.
We sat in the front row in the upper deck (again, this is a very large church — arena is what I more likened it to). Some of the interesting rituals I am not used to is being offered a meager Holy Communion, both in litergy and in vittels. It was also at the early part of the service. Soon enough a plate of micro-chips (not like the computer chips – more like very small pieces of cracker) and a tray of grape juice is offered by the ushers walking down the steps. It is not unlike the peanut guy at the baseball stadium. And if you wanted peanuts and didn’t know that by raising your hand he would hurl one your way you would be just as caught off guard.
So I picked out a micro-chip and grape juice vial while trying not to hold up the process. No recitation of scripture — “In the night he was betrayed, our Lord Jesus took bread, broke it, and gave thanks…..”. No looking inward at your heart in examination. There was nice music and a call for forgiveness of sin but not to the seriousness or ritual I was expecting for such an important sacrament.
I adjusted and just tried to enjoy the experience knowing this was all new. Soon enough the ushers were bringing down something else. It looked like a prince’s velvet hat turned upside down with a wooden handle on it. He offered it up at the other end of the pew where I was at…..which had all our kids. One of the girls took it…..and then placed her communion “shot glass” into it. The other girls followed suit so when it got to me it had a few of those communion cups in it rattling around. However, what the kids failed to realize was that this wasn’t the communion cups disposal bag, but rather the offering “plate”. I reached in to take them out and was harassed by a buddy behind me — “You are supposed to put money IN. Not take money OUT”. I was unable to discreetly retrieve the rattling communion cups so I inserted my check into the not-very-Lutheran non-communion-plate velvet contraption and passed it down.
Note to self : when visiting a new church and being unfamiliar with the rituals, be sure to sit IN THE VERY MIDDLE so you have people on all sides of you to observe on how to do something right.
By the way, the message was great and right on. It is in line with what I have been blogging about here lately for the last several weeks. Go check it out here — Kindness and Gentleness When No One Notices.
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
I don’t know where I stumbled across this image, but it sure is funny…..and true!
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
Funny…..I was in prayer a lot today — travel, needs identified, requests, etc. And I had forgotten it was the National Day of Prayer until I saw a news headline while walking through the airport in Detroit. While I am glad our government recognizes the power of prayer, I sure don’t need to government to approve or disapprove my communicating with the one who created me.
On my flights home I observed a few interesting, random items.
– As the pilot came on the intercom in the low, slow voice (I think there is a special aviation “intercom voice” class that is a requirement) he apologized for the 1/2 hour delay but hoped to make it up. He told us that we were carrying a human blood shipment and due to that the flight was considered an ambulance and would get special priority clearance on the ground for takeoff and in the air to Louisville. I thought that was kind of cool.
But then it hit me…..aren’t they ALWAYS carrying human blood? Hmmmmm……
– A guy that was the spitting image of Col. Sanders (the happy KFC guy) boarded the plane. I could not determine which was more interesting: the fact that he looked like Col. Sanders’ twin brother or the fact that he was wearing an old fashioned pale pink suit. He looked like an Easter peep version of Col. Sanders. Pretty funny.
He sure was pimpin’ though!
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
This is from my wife’s Facebook status early today. It was something my son said.
“Why do I have such girly girly sisters, they never know what to wear. I just put the same thing on every day AND their shoes take up all the spots on both shoe racks in the laundry room, who needs that many shoes?” He told me he was going to marry the girl who works at the Zoo who likes animals and doesn’t care what she smells like!”
I laughed my butt off when I read that.
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
At lunch today, I swung by WalMart to purchase a replacement wireless router for home. We are having some internet challenges and a misbehaving D-Link box was one of them.
As I walked out with my wireless router, Wrangler jeans and a 12pk of throwback Dr Pepper, I was walking next to an old man in a Harley Davidson jacket. We were matching strides and I looked over at him and smiled. I asked him how he was doing and his reply made my day and cracked me up.
He said, “I am doing so well, I make medicine sick!”
I laughed, said I was so glad to hear that and departed out the door to my car. And I thought about it more. How often is someone that cheerful at WalMart. We should all be so lucky to be like that wise old man.
…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net
