OBX

We are off to the Outer Banks of North Carolina for a few days to visit with family and for some "R & R." Have a nice Labor Day...

Dry Spell

I go through periodic "dry spells." I don't think I'm unique in that. The proverbial rollercoaster ride is my life particularly the professional ministry part. There are highs and I'm excited and then someone rains on the parade every time! Ironically, the rain usually comes from those you least expect. I used to wonder why some preachers avoided "getting close" to people in the congregation, but now I'm starting to see why. Invariably, some of the biggest complainers & winers are the the used to be fun to be around supportive types. Is this weird or what? In my old age I'm growing ever more intolerant of these folks. Is this bad? Maybe, but I just want to say: "If you don't like it here...if want to believe those rumors...if the leaders are as bad as you think...if you're that petty...if you're that mypopic and self-righteous then...good bye! Oh...and GOOD LUCK finding the perfect church! "

Vick finds Jesus

Wow! I wonder if Acts 2:38 was involved in his discovery.

My Vick Connection

As you probably know Michael Vick and I share the same hometown: Newport News, VA. He also played football at my highschool (Ferguson). The school was closed while was there and he finished at nearby Warwick. Our connection goes still further. In highschool I played football with Vick's uncle Casey. Casey was a good guy and lives fairly close to me now. Whenever i see him we salways top and chat. He was the right gurad and I was the left back at Ferguson (Go Mariners!). Anyway, I saw this picture with Casey in it. He's in the middle in the background smiling big. This picture is from a few years back during brighter times.

Just Wondering

“Everywhere I go, all over the world people still support Mike Vick. Regardless of what I go through, people will love me.”

-Michael Vick

I wonder how many pit bull puppies will be named "Vick" over the next few years...as an expression of love of course!

My baby girl...

My first born, Bethany, turned nine today. It's amazing how fast time flies (I sound like your parents, don't I?). I still vividly remember when she was born. Amazing! My andrenaline was way up there...It was so high I think I could've taken a quarter off of the top of the backboard (okay, maybe not). Now, my little bald, blue-eyed, toothless baby girl is getting bigger seemingly every day. Wow. Tonight we will celebrate with a pool party and lots of friends and presents. Maybe I should turn on "Butterfly Kisses" and sob for a few...

Jack Lambert

One Bad Man...

Pat

I rarley get political on WTBW? Today is an exception and a minor one at that. Pat Buchanan has long been my favorite political commentator. I've liked a him a great deal since he was the right guy on Crossfire (back during my politically formative years) on CNN. I loved watching him skewer the libs and their predictable drivel. I've followed with interest his presidential bids and I also have several of his books. I especially like his columns. I like others too: Robert Novak, Ann Coulter, Walter Williams. But Pat always seems to right on and he has the courage to take on topics than many are too cowardly to face. I wish he was a preacher. I bet he would throw down! Oh well...I can at least enjoy him as a brillinat & bold writer. Go Pat go!

Don't Argue With Your Wife

I made a mistake the other day and paid the price. My wife and I were out for a bike ride and I was leading. As we appraoched an intersection I slowed down resulting in my wife's almost rear ending me. She got on me and I proceeded to tell her to pay attention (all while still riding). As we argued I turned around just in time to see my front tire making contact with a substantial curb. I tried an evasive manuever to no avail! I came crashing down on my side resulting in some seriously bruised ribs. I thought the rib deal was ironic (see Adam & Eve). Anyway it's no fun laughing, coughing or sneezing. I learned a good lesson.