Sex is a POWERFUL message

SEX. Amazing how three little letters can provoke so much…STUFF

So, who would have thought that a church in Granger, Indiana would have received so much press? Our little mylamesexlife.com promotion has stirred up quite a buzz.

The Local Fox News had this

WNDU South Bend had this

WSBT South Bend had this

There was more local news, the local radio station B100 was begging for someone from the church to call in during their morning radio show. What surprises me the most is that on Sunday a national cable program “FOX & Friends” and then again today, Fox News channel’s Dayside program picked it up.

So, the church shows pictures of feet dangling off the end of a bed and it ends up all over the news – maybe we should have worked our way into it a little by showing a little toe this year, next year a painted toenail…

The word has spread…we are so excited…I think Mark Beeson mentioned that we should set up extra chairs.

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Getting over myself

Well, I found the answer to my last post. From who? From the same man who (without knowing) practically took my hand and walked me up to Jesus and introduced me to him. Mark Beeson, the Senior Pastor at Granger Community Church has a way of explaining things – for me anyway – that brings everything into FOCUS. I see things all the time but quite often they are fuzzy, and he has the ability to fine tune my vision to see things better.

Today at SWAT, which is our staff meeting, he spoke to us about investing and inviting. He shared stories with us about people he had invested seven to ten years into building relationships and offering invitations before they would come to the church. Mark has a gift, a bent – if you will, to fire people up and make them want to join him. If Mark, with his gifts, has found people resistant and still persists with his invitations…..Who am I to quit after one failure?

Thank you Mark.

I love my friend.

I can’t even name this post

I invited a friend to church this week. I have tried for some time to get her to come with me. I try not to nag her, because back when we were teenagers and she attended church every week (although when I would go with her because I had stayed the previous night at her house, it always seemed as if it was against her will) she never tried to “convert” me and she usually point that out to me when I invite her. So this last time when I invited her, I genuinely believed that it was a service that she would get something out of. She is Catholic, but she does not go to church. I know that her Dad tries to get her to come and I know what she says about that. I invite her anyway. I have known for a long time that she is angry at God. I understand that. I also know that it is okay to be angry at God. Just like everyone else that you get angry at, I feel that unless you confront them with what you are angry about you will never get over that anger.

So this week, I invited her again. In the past she has always said things like “I’ll think about it” or “I have to work” or “I really don’t feel well” or her husband “is going to be home and I have not seen him for a while” not exact quotes but things along those lines. Which even when it was a possibility I never received a “Yes” before so I tried not to hold much hope about it. OBVIOUSLY evangelism is not my thing.

This time was different. I invited and she said that she would have to check the work schedule for the weekend. The next day I spoke to her and she said YES! She came over that night and we had a great visit but I also feared that because she is angry at God, my enthusiasm would scare her off. I know that sounds weird but you would have to understand this friend of mine.

Before she came over, we had been talking on the phone and she asked me “What are you expecting from this? From me going to church with you?” and when she asked she said that I really should not have to think about it. Luckily I really didn’t. I told her that, everything in my life that I have enjoyed I have always tried to share with her. This was not different, especially now since this is such a big part of my life. It is the center of it. She asked if I was going to expect her to join me on a regular basis and I told her that I highly doubted she would because our schedules are so different but if it she got enough out it – it would not matter and she can come during any service she wanted with her children and husband. I also told her that I know how she feels about God right now and how she is angry with him and that maybe this will shed a new light and if nothing else, because she is still Catholic – maybe one day if someone asks her about it, she will know that this is different from the way she was taught and maybe direct them to us so that we can help them take their next step. Her reaction “Oh – you want to use me as a recruiter” she was laughing and said she was kidding and that she understood. Still, she said she would join me.

She came over, we had a great visit. She went home. I spoke to her the next afternoon at 1:30 and reminded her that church starts at 5:30. Something in her voice made me wonder, but she said she was coming and that she would probably have her oldest daughter with her. Which is great, she had been there before. I had great hope. My family and I arrived early in the hopes of being able to meet her when she walked in the door – it is a big church – so that she would not have to hunt us down. At 5:22 I called her house. Her oldest daughter picked up the phone, told me she was sleeping and was not feeling well. I simply asked her to tell her Mom I called and would talk to her later. I know she has been having some issues with her health lately, I do not doubt that she was not feeling well…however, I must say – I was crushed. I simply want to share with my friend what makes me the happiest I have ever been. I want her to be this happy. I wish I weren’t so affected by her not coming. Inviting people to church is so hard for me, so out of my comfort zone. How do you try again when it hurts so bad when your efforts seem to fail?

Who are you people anyway?

I added a “hit counter” to my post the other day. Curious to see if anyone was visiting since I have only had ONE COMMENT in the history of my blog. So I dare you people… are you brave enough to say hello and let me know you are visiting…share with me what you think of any particular post, tell me it’s great, it sucks, or even for those who visit and actually know me – inquire about “hey, where’s my props?”
(that kind of language just does not EVER sound or feel right from me does it?)

Well everyone…again, I double dog, no triple, make that QUADRUPLE dog dare ya – post a comment. Let me know you were here. (this could be a job for the CSI unit!)

It’s the little things that make you happy

I was going to title this post “Cat lovers know” but then I remembered that some vacuum commercial tagged that line already for the same thing.

Anyway, this morning I was sitting at the table in my furry robe and fuzzy slippers, both of which are animal print, drinking my orange cappuccino and reading from 1 Samuel (which really has nothing to do with this post, but I am setting a scene here). Paige and I had just finished breakfast and I realize that our cat Ash is actually playing with Paige or vice-versa. What struck me odd is that this particular cat…well she is weird and prefers to be the one to initiate contact. Anyway, I watched the two of them play on the kitchen floor for at least 10 minutes – Paige on her hands and knees sliding something past the cat and the cat pouncing and chasing the darn thing. The cat would even hide behind things in a hunting crouch in anticipation for this. What was it? Well, from the picture, cat lovers would know. For the rest of you, it was a MILK RING. Actually there were two of them. I am not quite sure who was getting more pleasure out of this, the cat or Paige…either way, it was great fun for both of them and the best thing…it was a milk ring.

I could hardly contain my laughter…the English language is so complicated

This made me laugh so hard that I had to share it immediately.

Foreign Signs (meaning – signs found in foreign countries)

In a Tokyo Hotel: Is forbitten to steal hotel towels please. If you
are not person to do such thing is please not to read notis.

In another Japanese hotel room: Please to bathe inside the tub.

In a Bucharest hotel lobby: The lift is being fixed for the next day.
During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.

In a Leipzig elevator: Do not enter the lift backwards, and only when
lit up.

In a Belgrade hotel elevator: To move the cabin, push button for
wishing floor. If the cabin should enter more persons, each one
should press a number of wishing floor. Driving is then going
alphabetically by national order.

In a Paris hotel elevator: Please leave your values at the front
desk.

In a hotel in Athens: Visitors are expected to complain at the office
between the hours of 9 and 11 A.M. daily.

In a Yugoslavian hotel: The flattening of underwear with pleasure is
the job of the chambermaid.

In a Japanese hotel: You are invited to take advantage of the
chambermaid.

In the lobby of a Moscow hotel across from a Russian Orthodox
monastary:
You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian
and Soviet composers, artists, and writers are buried daily except
Thursday.

In an Austrian hotel catering to skiers: Not to perambulate the
corridors in the hours of repose in the boots of ascension.

On the menu of a Swiss restaurant: Our wines leave you nothing to hope
for.

On the menu of a Polish hotel: Salad a firm’s own make; limpid red
beet soup with cheesy dumplings in the form of a finger; roasted duck
let loose; beef rashers beaten up in the country people’s fashion.

In a Hong Kong supermarket: For your convenience, we recommend
courageous, efficient self-service.

Outside a Hong Kong tailor shop: Ladies may have a fit upstairs.

In a Bangkok dry cleaner’s: Drop your trousers here for best results.

Outside a Paris dress shop: Dresses for street walking.

In a Rhodes tailor shop: Order your summers suit. Because is big rush
we will execute customers in strict rotation.

Similarly, from the Soviet Weekly: There will be a Moscow Exhibition
of Arts by 15,000 Soviet Republic painters and sculptors. These were
executed over the past two years.

In an East African newspaper: A new swimming pool is rapidly taking
shape since the contractors have thrown in the bulk of their workers.

In a Vienna hotel: In case of fire, do your utmost to alarm the hotel
porter.

A sign posted in Germany’s Black Forest: It is strictly forbidden on
our black forest camping site that people of different sex, for
instance, men and women, live together in one tent unless they are
married with each other for that purpose.

In a Zurich hotel: Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests
of the opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be
used for this purpose.

In an advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist: Teeth extrcted by the
latest Methodists.

A translated sentence from a Russian chess book: A lot of water has
been passed under the bridge since this variation has been played.

In a Rome laundry: Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the
afternoon having a good time.

In a Czechoslovakian tourist agency: Take one of our horse-driven city
tours — we guarantee no miscarriages.

Advertisement for donkey rides in Thailand: Would you like to ride on
your own ass?

On the faucet in a Finnish washroom: To stop the drip, turn cock to
right.

In the window of a Swedish furrier: Fur coats made for ladies from
their own skin.

On the box of a clockwork toy made in Hong Kong: Guaranteed to work
throughout its useful life.

Detour sign in Kyushi, Japan: Stop: Drive Sideways.

In a Swiss mountain inn: Special today — no ice cream.

In a Bangkok temple: It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner
if dressed as a man.

In a Tokyo bar: Special cocktails for the ladies with nuts.

In a Copenhagen airline ticket office: We take your bags and send them
in all directions.

On the door of a Moscow hotel room: If this is your first visit to the
USSR, you are welcome to it.

In a Norwegian cocktail lounge: Ladies are requested not to have
children in the bar.

At a Budapest zoo: Please do not feed the animals. If you have any
suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.

In the office of a Roman doctor: Specialist in women and other
diseases.

In an Acapulco hotel: The manager has personally passed all the water
served here.

In a Tokyo shop: Our nylons cost more than common, but you’ll find
they are best in the long run.

From a Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air
conditioner:
Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in
your room, please control yourself.

From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo: When passenger of foot
heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first,
but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor.

Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance:
– English well talking.
– Here speeching American.

Disclaimer
The joke on this page was obtained from the FSF’s email archives of the GNU Project.
The Free Software Foundation claims no copyrights on this joke.

Heavy Sigh

Wow, I ran into my pal Stephen at church on Saturday and he gave me crap for not posting on my blog. Though he liked my last post, he let me know that it was time for an update.

Well, I have NOTHING profound to share. Nothing that a MIXED audience would appreciate, and in reviewing my previous posts I found that some things were geared toward those who were part of or know my family and others were for the world in general. I began to think that I should try to post only those things that the world would like to know OR the things that get me fired up. But then I realized that my family gets me fired up and therefore…I haven’t posted. I can not decide.

However, in the grand scheme of things this blog was primarily a place for me to release the inner turmoil in my brain. Well, maybe “turmoil” is the wrong word but the crap that goes on all day long that keeps the gears rolling well into my sleep.

For instance, I must be very annoyed at the service I have received in public establishments lately. My sleep was interrupted last night by constant dreams of being treated poorly in stores, or restaurants, or in any social setting. My husband mentioned that I had been really restless all night long and when I woke up I felt FRUSTRATED and ANGRY and TIRED.

Honestly, I have been having REALLY wacky dreams lately, ask Corey, he even included me in his “random” post.

So I am thinking maybe I should make this a “Random” type post:

Breanna got a McJob…Her first try at getting a job and she got it…great for the self esteem I am sure

Paige has taken to wearing a pin striped hat and denim jacket lately

Dave is the world’s best spouse (and that includes me)

I haven’t talked to my mom in a few days and I should call her this evening (note to self)

I am past the half way point in my bridal consultant studies

I am consulting for a cousin of a friend (for free) as if it were a real gig in order to figure out time and hours spent so that I can work up a fee schedule. It has been fun so far. The wedding is in less than 6 months!

Pink finally released a new song! Stupid Girls is the title…the song is so true.

We, the GCC staff, got a sneak peek at the new technology in the auditorium…it is gonna be so COOL!

I realize that random can be a dangerous posting option…wow, I have nothing profound to say – however I have a plethora of random thoughts. I do believe I should stop now.

So, Stephen, buddy, pal this one is for you!