The Dangers of too much TV

I guess we need to throw out our television now. Our kids are picking up on commercials – even if they aren’t on that often. Here are some prime examples:

1.) At my folks’ house, we had the TV on with no sound (I think it was the Colts game, but don’t quote me on that). The commercial for Capital One came on. Without any sound, Aiden stopped, turned to the screen and said, “What’s in your bottom?” Instead of “What’s in your wallet?”

2.) When we stopped at McDonald’s on the way home from Evansville, the kids just started singing, “bad-da-bah-bah-bah,” the new tune for their “I’m loving it” campaign.

3.) The final straw — tonight at a fast-food restaurant with an indoor playground, Aiden questioned why it was time to leave. He said, “Why? Because I’m black?” I think that commercial for the new NBC show has only been on once or twice around him. How do you tell him that’s not something we say (especially since he’s not black) when it was so bloomin’ funny?

I shall get the sledgehammer and put an end to the menace tomorrow.

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Finals, revisited

A few weeks ago, I ran over to school with the kids. We walked in the door and Dr. Wetzel, president of the school, invited the kids into his office to see his pet turtle. It’s a wooden turtle that’s hollow inside. He had Alyson take the shell off revealing…candy! I think he said it was a gift from Africa. Then, he showed him his “pet” frog – a box with a wooden frog on the end. He had Aiden open the lid and a wooden snake came out in an attempt to eat the frog. Another gift from Africa.

I thought it was pretty cool. Where else will a school’s President invite a student’s children into his office for some candy?

Today Aiden was with me when I stopped by school to see if my finals were graded (I knew my Greek one was done. I was more worried about OTI). The first thing Aiden asked when we walked into the school was, “Will we see Mr. Turtle?” Kids – always thinking with their stomachs. I tried to explain that Dr. Wetzel was the president of Daddy’s school, to no avail. He wanted to see the snake and frog, too. I guess we’ll have to work more on the respect thing.

So – got my tests back. It’s amazing there can be so many marks on a Greek test and it still winds up being a B (after the curve…barely). I was right about OTI – I didn’t get a hundred this time. I still held my own, though. Thank God, though, for gracious grading. The short answer I should have bombed wasn’t graded as harshly as I’d thought. Was he just testing the waters to see if anyone was actually doing the required readings?

I have figured out that my GPA for this semester will be better than any other semester in my academic career – both high school and undergrad. No time to get cocky, though. We’ll see if it holds up next semester when my workload increases – in church, home, and school.

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Bussey Wedding, revisited

I’ve had a few days to let the memories of Todd and Mandy’s wedding soak into my brain. It was one of the most memorable wedding ceremonies I’ve attended (my own excluded, of course). These are the things that continue to come up:

* The junior bridesmaid coming down the aisle immediately before Mandy’s entrance. She was ringing a bell, singing, “Here comes the Bride! Here comes the Bride! Here comes the Bride!” all the way down the aisle.

* The 6-page program handed out to each guest. Not only did it include the Order of Service, but interlinear notes, explaining who people were and why they were important to the happy couple.

* The tag-team officiating of the ceremony. So many ministers have been involved in Todd’s life, including the huge staff at Crossroads, that I’m sure it was impossible to pick one or two to officiate the wedding. So – they had a different minister (or ministers) oversee each section of the ceremony.

* Todd implicating impropriety by saying his younger brother looked remarkably like the milkman.

* The entire Crossroads choir performing the pre-service music.

* This quote from one of the Groomsmen at the reception: “I met Todd on August 18, 1980, when we both entered Kentucky Christian College as freshmen. Ironically, on that same date, Mandy received her first tricycle.” There’s something like a 15 year age difference between the two.

Yet again, may God bless the Bussey family!

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“The Wedding of the Century”

Todd Bussey is a married man.

And there was much rejoicing.

After 42 years, the guy who has impacted so many lives in many more ways than he could ever imagine made a lifelong promise to the woman he had prayed about, and certainly hoped for, for so many years. I thank God that we had the opportunity to share in his joyful event. Hundreds of people were there – many of which I recognized, quite a few I knew.

Mom and Dad said afterward that this is probably the closest thing Crossroads will ever come to having a homecoming. And it was quite a homecoming.

Kevin called it the “Wedding of the Century,” and he was probably right. People really did come from all over the country to share this time.

May God bless the marriage of Todd and Mandy Bussey.

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I spent most of the evening catching up with old friends – especially Jarod, my friend from all the way back in Kindergarten (he threw up on me in 3rd Grade), and Andy, the one and only Philmont legend. After the reception, a group of us went to O’Charleys and ate appetizers, shared drinks, and retold old stories. I haven’t laughed so hard in a very long time. It was so good to see all of those guys again. Andy can still tell a story like no one else can. If I could work a crowd half as well as he does, I’d be guaranteed to never have a boring sermon or lesson or conversation in general. They eventually had to kick us out because they were closed.

My only regret is there wasn’t enough time to talk to everyone I wanted to talk to. There never is, though. Before this whole marriage thing became a reality, Todd had mentioned over the summer that he would like to have some type of reunion with a bunch of us from his youth ministry days. His 20th anniversary will be coming in the not-too-distant future. I think it still sounds like a great idea.

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Who says you can’t go home again?

It all worked out, so I’m in Evansville with the kids (Christy’s back home – she had to work) and plan on going to Todd’s wedding tonight. It sould be a packed house – with lots of people I haven’t seen in quite some time. I’m almost as excited about seeing old friends as I am about the fact that Todd is getting hitched!

Several weeks ago, I told Aiden that my old Star Wars toys were still at Grandmama’s and Grandpa’s, and we’d get them out the next time we visited. Whenever he would talk to my parents on the phone after that, he would say something about the toys. Fortunately, he was very polite about asking to play with them last night, which makes me happy. I had visions of him walking in the door saying, “Where are the Star Wars toys? Oh, hi, Grandmama,” and walk right past her on his quest to find the hidden treasure. But, he did manage to surprise me. Which is a good thing.

The first toys he got out this morning was the snowspeeder and the probe droid. I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree after all.

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I didn’t go right to sleep last night, so I flipped through the channels, looking for something remotely interesting. I stopped at something about biblical scholarship and analysis of the text of the Bible. I was amazed to discover that my first name is actually in the Bible! That completely proved that the “Bible Code” they were talking about is completely legit. Then, what solidified my belief in the Bible Code’s authenticity is the fact that my middle name is also in the Bible. The very fact that my two given names are found in the Bible proves that there is some type of divine guidance to the authorship of Scripture. Every jot and tittle has to have been dictated by the mouth of God for such an occurence to have taken place. They said something about having software that would be available for the public to purchase. I’m going to run out right now and buy such a helpful product. It will surely strengthen and deepen my faith.

I wonder if they used the Masoretic Text, the Leningrad Text, or some other manuscript. Did they try to use the same matrix system in one of Shakespeare’s works, or maybe something like the Babylonian Talmud? What were the results in something like that?

Faith is the evidence of things unseen. Does such a “code” really prove anything other than some people’s overly enthusiastic attempt to jump to conclusions based on what they want the data to show? Why can’t we let the Bible just speak for itself without a cryptic message? Don’t they think Scripture is powerful enough without the aide of a computer?

Now, if they could find my last name within the Hebrew text, then they’d really have something!

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Does God Really Care That Much?

Does God really care if I know the different meanings of the Greek word kata, or the infinitive forms of leo?

I think not.

I could fail this test and He would still love me. I can’t do anything to make Him love me any more or any less…

OK, enough of my “reality check.” Back to last-minute review of that wonderful biblical language.

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Marwedisms III

Again, not from Dr. Marwede, but worth noting all the same.

“Sure — You don’t mind if I fail you, do you?” – Dr. Rollston in response to a student who asked, “You don’t mind if I keep my notes out for this test, do you?”

Let’s see what notable words Dr. Marwede has tomorrow…

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Finals, bleh

One down, one to go.

I feel pretty good about the OTI test. I was a little surprised about one of the short answer questions. I guess he wanted to keep us honest about reading the material listed in the syllabus. I know I read it, but I read three or four other articles that day, too. I don’t think I wrote about the right article. Oh well.

So much for another 100%

Greek is freaking me out! I know I’m supposed to come out of this fog one day, but I need to now, since the cumulative final is tomorrow. Some of this stuff just isn’t sticking. I feel like this test can only hurt my grade. That’s not the most comforting feeling in the world!

On a side note, it is snowing right now. Alyson really wants to go outside and play. I might let her after her nap. Then we could have hot chocolate. Too bad we don’t have a fireplace.

On second thought, a fireplace would be a very bad idea. Alyson still has absolutely no fear whatsoever. Every time I talk on the phone, she proceedes to do something she knows she’s not allowed to do – and I’m less likely to be able to stop her if I’m distracted by the phone. While I was on the phone yesterday, she climbed up the back of our recliner and stood on the very top of the back cushion.

Then she jumped!

She came about 4 inches from missing the seat cushion and landing on the floor (I think it’s concrete with carpeting). She got up and began climbing again, excited about her new-found game to play. I had visions of running to the emergency room with my daughter’s broken tailbone. Fortunately I stopped her before she managed to complete the jump. Actually, she jumped right into my arm as I still had the phone in my other hand. Imagine what she would do with a roaring fire while one of us is on the phone!whew!

I said earlier that the Christian walk was a roller coaster. No one bothered to tell me parenting was a roller coaster, too!

Maybe they need to give out airsick bags when they discharge you and your newborn from the maternity ward.

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