a couple weeks ago, an alumnus asked a good question:
“If the North wins, is it even right to cheer anymore?”
Hmm…
Back-to-back-to-back-to-back. It’s getting kind of crowded. We’re running out of backs…
a couple weeks ago, an alumnus asked a good question:
“If the North wins, is it even right to cheer anymore?”
Hmm…
Back-to-back-to-back-to-back. It’s getting kind of crowded. We’re running out of backs…
Danny would have been proud.
I spilled about 9 cans of paint tonight.
I have Bondo on my shirt and DPL/DUP (Duplicolor and Dupont) on my hands.
But I got a car. Cheers. Can’t wait to see it.
Ok, so it was a rough day in zone 1.
Danny spilled two 1 gallon cans of some kind of glue, it seemed like.
I dropped one, but it fortunately did not pop open.
I helped Danny clean his two up.
Derick, on the other hand…
Not only did he not clean it (his spill) up, he put peat moss down everywhere except for where the spill was, and, get this, he is probably the first person every to spill paint down a non-paint aisle (it is a moog aisle.)
Way to go, “D.”
Talking to Danny today at work.
Says he is saved.
“I used to be a Sunday school teacher.”
“I used to be on fire for God.”
He knows “Father Abraham” and “On a Day Like This.”
His two favorite verses:
Joh 14:1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
Joh 13:7 Jesus answered and said unto him, What I do thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know hereafter.
He’s never visited Windsor Hills Baptist Church, but he promised to come.
He’s moving out of OKC as soon as he can sell his house.
Come back to God, Danny… he’d be an incredible children’s church worker, maybe even a bus captain.
a preview of the Melodies’ site, currently hosted on icynemo.us but soon to be moved to oklahomabaptistcollege.com:
Yesterday, while listening to Michael Savage, most likely an unsaved but believes-in-God conservative talk show host.
Not verbatim, but close: “The television is the devil’s workshop! Turn it off!”
Hm.
man, I miss throwing around 126 pound (yeah, I weighed one) batteries, among other heavy things…
If I had come to speak to you in my own name, you might well rest your elbows on your knees, and your heads on your hands, and sleep; and once in a while look up, and say, What is this babbler talking of? But I have not come to you in my own name. No! I have come to you in the name of the Lord of Hosts and I must and will be heard. Ay, ay! I have waked you up, have I? I meant to do it. I am not come here to preach to stocks and stones: I have come to you in the name of the Lord God of Hosts, and I must, and will, have an audience.
George Whitefield
welcome, sister.
pretty sure stu’n'i had half the po at the kickball bash. prolly more than half.
oh, and, katie, you can stop looking at me funny.
cheers.
go chaz.