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| Time is a strange thing. I've always wondered if time moves forward, or if we move forward through time. Whatever the method, time passes. It goes on like a furious march, and just when I think I've got plenty of it I realize I'm 2 steps behind. I deal in tempo, but time puts me to shame. Its relentless pace never misses a beat. Never loses its place. Never lets up.
I view time as an immeasurable substance, but I find myself feeling as though pieces of it are missing. Pieces of my time are missing. As I look back at the previous 6 years, I feel as though parts of my journey have been ripped away. I feel as though I'm driving down a familiar road with unfamiliar landmarks. A person who helped me forge those landmarks is gone, and now I can't recognize our work. I'm struggling to see the path. I don't feel as though a part of me has died, but I do feel that I am crippled. I feel short sighted and weak. I am weak. I understand that bad things work for good and that His purposes are perfect. The path becomes clearer. I limp on and begin new work on the road. These new landmarks are different, though. My work is more tiresome and the product incomplete. A fellow worker has gone. My friend has gone. I can't wait to see the landmarks He is helping you build.
Encouragement and thanks. Your friendship is one I cherish.
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| Want to see what I've been up to? Read it and weep.
P.S. Thanks for the sweet intro, Mikey. You done me proud.
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| I'll repeat that, DO NOT READ ON UNLESS YOU'VE SEEN THE NEW X-MEN MOVIE! I'M GONNA SPOIL THE WHOLE MOVIE FOR YOU IF YOU READ ON! DO NOT READ BELOW THIS LINE UNLESS YOU LIKE HAVING MOVIES RUINED FOR YOU!
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OK. I feel I've done enough to warn you people. I bear no guilt.if you noodle heads mess up your own movie experience. Alright, I need some insight from someone who has seen the movie, and is a huge X-Men nerd. I'm only a mild/moderate nerd on this particular subject, but from what little knowledge I have, X-3 does to Marvel's hit comic series what The DaVinci Code does to the Bible. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed the movie! Seeing the Phoenix think people into literal dust was quite the spectacle. Towards the end, though, I just got the feeling that someone had taken all the X-Men characters I grew up with and chopped them up, swallowed them down, and crapped out this movie. I'd not have been surprised in the least if Wolverine sprouted out tulips instead of claws and used them to woo Nightcrawler into a mutant tiste. (why the crap wasn't Nightcrawler in this movie?) Enough jawing from me. I've got some things I need cleared up by someone more familiar with the X-Men canon than I am. Here are the events in the movie which I don't recall from my Uncanny X-Men. Add more if I miss anything.
1) When did Cyclops and the Prof die?
2) When did Magneto ever lose his powers (and did he start to get them back at the end?)
3) When did Mystique ever lose her powers?
4) When did Rogue ever lose her powers?
5) Did Logan kill Jean? That one I just can't remember.
6) Was that weird-haired chick with the sonic wave powers referred to as Havoc? If so, When did Havoc get a sex change?
7) WHY WASN'T NIGHTCRAWLER IN THIS MOVIE!?!?
That's all I can think of right now. There were too many chronological problems to name, but that's par for any Marvel movie. Oh, and I guess "The Last Stand" IS just a catchy title, because I counted about 5 fantillion loose ends at the end of the movie. That with the opening weekend box office count, I don't think any normal thinking person could resist releasing a fourth, much less the greedy so-and-sos in Hollywood. Thanks for your help. Hope you enjoyed the movie as much as I did.
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| It's strange what inspires me, and I've been very surprised by my own cynicism when I'm confronted with Christians in the world. Those two thoughts came together last night at around 3am on the NJ turnpike.
We got to a toll booth entering Delaware and the man in the booth was counting his register, probably ending his shift. He asked me to give him a second, so I did, then he asked me if I had "the good book" with me in the car. My first thought was, "well, I have a few 'good books' in here. Which one would you like to know about?" but then I told him I did have a Bible. He said God had really blessed him that night with several Christians through his booth. Apparently he hands out Bibles. I gave him the toll and drove off thinking about why he'd suppose I was Christian just because I had a Bible, and where does he get off asking people private stuff like, "do you have a Bible in your car?" I actually caught myself getting angry. Then I was struck with the amazing truth that this guy had asked a lot of people about the word of God on his shift. He'd begun, even if momentarily, a dialogue about the wonderful mystery of salvation with unknown numbers of captive listeners. I felt so humbled that it hurt. I still feel sad that I reacted the way I did. I pray that I could be so bold. I pray that I could be so courageous. I pray for the toll collector with the NY Jets jacket on who helped remind me that work for God doesn't have to be done in a particular setting. That His name can and must be praised in any and every setting we find ourselves in.
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| We're on the last leg of our May tour, but none of you care about that. I know you think you do, and it's ok that you think that. I care about what you think. What I really wanted to type about was the fact that my old phone sucks, or more appropriately, sucked. I use passed tents because I am the proud owner of a NEW MOTOROLA RAZR!!! I mean, a new motorola generic phone. But it does have a camera! I asked the sales idiot that I didn't want a camera, just a flip phone. He informed me that they didn't have a non-camera flip phone. Therefore I have a camera phone.
Our muffler broke. I'm fuzzy about the details of it, but I can tell you this, our van sounds SO COOL now. Unforutunately we have to get it fixed. Something about emissions or sound violations or some crap like that. I figure we save the money on fixing it and just tour around in the South. Nobody has mufflers down there anyway. HEY, HEY, HEY. It's ok, guys, I'm from the south. It's cool. We're cool.
Just found out that it's gonna cost $81.81 to make our van quiet, legal, and boring again. So much for pipe dreams. Get it? I don't get it. That's why I post it. Now, quit reading your update email, take your teeth, brush your school, and stay in vitamins.
PS My wife is cooler than all of you. She figured out how to work Azureus and is downloading MST3K movies, Heat Vision and Jack, and 2 seasons of the Mega Man animated series. I win. | | |
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