Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Fingers off the keys

So I just came back from being with an IT guy for almost 2 hours. For those of you who might be wondering if IT is a generic name for someone the answer is no. For those of you who might be thinking that I have been watching too much Adams Family (Cousin It), the answer again is no. In fact I was always more of a Munsters kind of guy.

So back to the story. I was with this Internet Technician (IT) because we have been trying to get sermons uploaded to the church website,, and have been unable to do so. For the life of me I as well as others more tech savvy than I had a hard time figuring it out also. So here is where Kyle the IT guy comes in.

Our website needed its "embedded" code rearranged. Now when he said that to me all I could think about is, "Man that's got to hurt!"

He of course being an IT guy/expert, says to me, "No need to worry, I'll take care of it". For the next 35 minutes I sat in a really nice leather, reclining, high back, super padded conference chair and rocked back and forth. After a bit I did start to get a bit nauseous, so I moved on to more skilled forms of wasting time.

I then took my pen and with my head leaned the whole way back attempted to balance it on the bridge of my nose. I must say that I achieve this in short time, so on to the next. I now tried to balance it on the bridge of my nose but with my head in full forward position, now this was a challenge!

Kyle, the IT guy sat right next to me typing away in his own special little code things. t2><>%@)9why?!2is>/this<#guy/-doing{^balancing\#apen&$on\#his*)(nose?

I watched as he went from screen to screen, box to box, line by line, clicking, adding, subtracting symbols and letters as if they were written out in plain English. Every now and then I would reach over to touch the keys and he would calmly ask me to remove my fingers from the keys and leave the work to eh professional, (show off!)

To me just a bunch of jumbled nonsense.

I was reminded of something, here we are, humans thinking that we have our lives all figured out and we know what’s best for us. Yet what we fail to see or acknowledge is the fact that our internal code needs to be rearranged by the One who made us. Scripture says that "He knitted us together in our mother's womb", He formed us by His hands. Not a single one of us are here by mistake even though there are many times we see no sense of why we are here. Yet, God knows us and He knows how to bring us back to the place that our embedded code is up for the plans He has for us. Always remember He can only do as much as we allow Him to.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Full fat Oreo's

I get confused easy. For example I call my kids by the wrong name all the time. Have any of you had your parents call you by the wrong name, and you the only child? I do, maybe its the older I get or maybe its just things in this world are not as clear as they once were.
I need things clear. I need to know what is right and what is wrong. I operate in black and white and really wish that more people wanted to do the same. Gray is such a gray color and place to be at.
Look at gray, it is like something that wanted to but couldn't, its like a day that can't decide if its going to rain or be sunny. Its that limbo kind of place, you know the place where your just not sure if you want to get all sweaty and shower again of if you just want to watch from the sidelines.
Are you getting it yet?
Confusion comes when its not clear which way to go.
Example, have you ever been at an intersection and there is a pedestrian waiting to cross. You wave them on, they wave you on, you insist that they go and they do the same to you. Just as you start to move through the intersection, they step off the curb. You slam on your brakes, they jump back on the curb, you both look at each other and then the ritual begins again. What happens you get no where, well that is unless you driving the car realize that your in a 2000 pound vehicle and your about to help this pedestrian understand the law of, "who ever is bigger wins"!
Why can't we be black and white. How come things that were once wrong can't remain that way. Why do they make 1/2 the fat Oreo's? I mean what's the point, if your going to eat an Oreo, then eat an Oreo!
We wonder why teens today are confused. We wonder why they seem to have no real direction at times and why they are constantly looking for something solid to hang on to. The reason, no one wants to give them right and wrong.
I want right and wrong. I want black and white, I want full fat Oreo's