Love it.
With the difficulty of 2009 it’s fun to have exciting stuff planned for 2010.

Golf has taught me a lot of life lessons.
Probably most importantly is this one: Since you’ll never be perfect, success or failure is defined by how you respond in less-than-ideal circumstances.
I’ve always been a recovery golfer. Even when I was playing my best golf– my playing partners always complimented me more on my ability to make a recovery shot than my ability to hit the ball a long way off the tee into the fairway or sink a 5 foot putt for par. As we drove home or hung out at the clubhouse it’s always the recovery shot stories that get told. “Adam hit his tee shot into the next fairway, than pulled out an 8 iron and hit a sky ball over the tree line and into the middle of the green.”
When I played on a golf league these stories annoyed me a little. I’d play 6-7 boring holes, playing from the middle of the fairway, hitting to the pin side of the green, and score a long series of pars. But these weren’t remarkable. I heard other golfers tell me I was a bad playing partner. “All he does is make pars.” What made the other men talk were my stories of recovery. Ending up behind a tree. Or missing the green badly with an approach shot. Scrambling for a decent score when most guys would go double bogey or worse is worth talking about. But being “good” isn’t.
You should have seen when Adam hit it in the water on the par 5 and only made a bogey.
He snaked his second shot from under some trees than over the pond and onto to the green.
Never mind the fact that being in those positions qualified as horrible golf!
I think this is why Christian make such horrible story tellers.
We’re boring. While our struggle is the most interesting thing about us it is the thing we hide the most. We like to emphasize the boring parts of our story. Worse yet, we like to pretend like we don’t ever miss life’s green.
We like to pretend like we magically stopped sinning when we became believers.
Like it or not, Americans are intrigued by stories of imperfect winners.
I guess that means that in order to be interesting we have to be more open about who we really are?

Apparently contentment is not a Christian virtue anymore.
If you hang out with Christians for any length of time, you’d think pickiness is a requirement of the faith.
Need I go on?
We live in communities that are reached by fewer than 10% of the population and yet we worry about this crap? Seriously? It’s like your house being on fire and being more worried about saving your wedding photos than your children.
Shame on us. Shame on us for caring more about the desires of the 10% who come than the 90% who don’t. Shame on us for being so bored that we care about the things that don’t matter instead of simply obeying what Scripture teaches. Shame on us for making grey areas, black and white areas. Shame on us for blaming our inability to fulfill the Great Commission on issues.
“Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth” — Jesus
We were just finishing up a glorious Easter supper when we all said, “Do you feel that?”
I looked to my right to see the chandelier rocking back and forth. It was about that time when Kristen and I both realized we were having an earthquake.
It wasn’t violent. Our house swayed back and forth. It literally felt like we were on a ship, rocking back and forth in the waves. And it lasted a while.
This was our first real earthquake experience since living in San Diego. For our kids, it was the first one they felt.

Paul– having finished supper and roaming the house in boredom, rode out the earthquake laying on our bed. He thought it was a blast. Megan, slightly more logical, grabbed her stuffed bunny and went outside. Paul giggled and Megan was freaked out.
Twitter lit on fire. Within 2 minutes of the quake, 35,000 tweets were posted with people saying they had felt it. People up in the Los Angeles area, people in Palm Springs, people in rural California and Arizona, and people as far away as Phoenix felt it. (5 hour drive)
Scientists later confirmed that the quake was centered south of Mexicali, about 100 miles from our house, and measured 7.2.
No damage at our house. Within about 10 minutes we went back to Easter as usual.
Aftershock city! Just like when you get off of a long boat ride, it felt like the earth kept moving. Some were real aftershocks and some were our imagination.
Our friends south of the border faired much worse, I’m afraid. CNN is reporting that 2 people were killed and lots more were injured. Additionally, tons of homes were seriously damaged.
It was an Easter to remember. And an Easter to be thankful for building codes.
The first kid to get 10 eggs this morning won the $1 bonus. It was close, but Megan won. As you can see, she was surprised.
Thank you Ms. Dolly.
Mr. Presley, you may be the king of rock-n-roll, but you ain’t the King. Thanks for that.
Thank you Mr. Cash. You really brought it home.
HT to John for the Dolly Parton link.