Friday, December 18, 2009

Christmas

Ahhhh…Christmas time! That joyous time of year when many so-called Christians feel the need to lambast and belittle anyone who has the gall to utter those frightful words: “Happy Holidays!”

My daughter had a chance to witness such a fine example of Christian love when she was a cashier at a local super market. When she wished “happy holiday’s” to a customer, his loud reply was “we don’t live on the @#$%~# liberal East coast! In the midwest, we say Merry Christmas!” A heartwarming example of Christian values indeed!

If your Christian beliefs are threatened by the simple message of "happy holidays", then you have some serious theological problems you need to deal with. I'm a Christian, and I don't feel the least bit threatened by these remarks. In fact, its heartwarming to receive kind gestures from my fellow man. I am quite comfortable with Jesus, and no one can take that from me.

Your Christian beliefs are your beliefs. Trying to force your ideals on someone solves nothing but making you feel better about yourself.

Relax… no one is going to take Jesus from you! When someone wishes you a happy holiday, smile, thank them, and be glad that you live in a country where you can internalize the meaning of “happy holiday” to your own unique perspective.

Try living by Jesus' example, and not the example of those who wish to segregate. Its time to turn off talk radio, and the so-called television "news" channels.

After all: Jesus reported ---you decide.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Angel in the Window


Here's an image of an Angel in my living room window. I think I'll sell it on ebay for a million bucks!

Friday, October 16, 2009

NPR's StoryCorps

I'm a huge NPR fan. It is refreshing to tune into a radio station and not hear the constant drivel of inflammatory talk radio.
One of my favorite NPR segments is called StoryCorps. It is simply the telling of life stories by the people who lived them. If you are a sentimental type, then you will undoubtedly tear up when you hear them. The stories are pure and genuine.
Click on the link below to hear one of my favorite stories about baseball.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Colonoscopy

Recently, I had the pleasure of getting a colonoscopy. I was going to give you a detailed version of my experience, but then I read Dave Barry's version, and there is no way I could ever top that. One of the funniest things I have ever read.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Thoughts...

I want to move to Oregon... or Iceland... with Carol. Actually, it doesn't matter where we move as long as it's in a land far far away...

Friday, September 11, 2009

March of the Cicadas

There are literally hundreds of cicada shells on our willow tree!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Nighttime Ritual


Ahhh....You just can't beat a good old fashioned belly rub!

Friday, September 4, 2009

Fantasy Sports Team Names

In the past few years, I have become involved with fantasy sports. Only baseball and football, because I really don’t follow the other sports close enough to make informed decisions about my teams. I know people not involved think it’s silly, and that’s ok. I happen to think reality TV is silly, but that’s a topic for another day. One of the more entertaining aspects of fantasy sports are the team names chosen by league members. Some are dull, some are crude, and some are downright hilarious.

Of course, what league would be complete without references to genitalia such as:

The Big Ditkas

Show me your TD’s

...you get the picture. But to me, the best team names don’t resort to crude, they are simply clever:

W.D. Forte

Kibbles and Vicks

Favre Dollar Footlong

…And finally, 2 of my favorites:

Chad lost his Johnson

Somewhere over Dewayne Bowe

You have to be a football fan to understand (and I suppose it wouldn't hurt to be familiar with 1939 classic musicals.)

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Memories

A few years ago, My sister Sue put together a booklet of various "Dad" stories to give him on his 90th birthday celebration. She did a great job with it, and virtually up to the day dad died, he would request that someone would read various stories to him. They always made him cry.

I was scanning through a folder on my computer when I came upon my entry to this book, and I wanted to share it once again.

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Growing up in the Johnson household, it didn’t take long to realize that Dad was an animated sports watcher. Baseball back then wasn’t on TV very often but football was, and every Sunday dad would be glued to the TV watching the Big Red. Not unlike a pitcher who has the ability to drown out all of the chaos around him, dad would lean forward in his chair, squint, and be totally engrossed with the game at hand. Only the occasional child moseying in front of the TV (probably Sue or Judy, because us boys would never dream of interrupting something of such importance) would temporarily break his concentration. Of course he would immediately point out their gaffe, and soon be back into his trance. During an exciting play, dad would leap from his chair and it would flop back against the wall. I think he likes to blame all of those wall nicks on us kids, but we know the truth. An occasional bellow of “get the football” during a fumble or “go baby go” on a long run would ring out. During a tense portion of the game, dad would get up from his chair and start briskly pacing from the living room to the dining room and back.

Cardinal baseball in those days was primarily relegated to radio. Listening to Harry Carey and Jack Buck call a game, however, wasn’t half bad. To relieve boredom on a lazy weekend afternoon, we would frequently go for a car ride. I think these rides were more about listening to Cardinal games on the car radio than relieving boredom. Again, amongst the chaos of a car full of screaming kids, there was dad, totally engrossed, leaning over the steering wheel…. squinting.

Today, dad no longer leaps from his seat or squints over the steering wheel. He has replaced this zeal with the likes of clapping whenever the Cardinals score or pounding his hand against the arm of the chair when something bad happens. This is his way of keeping mom (who is in the other room) informed on how the game is going.

I took the liberty of borrowing dad’s technique to keep Carol informed on how the Cardinals were doing. She was not impressed.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Facebook

Recently I made the bold plunge into Facebook. I had resisted for a long time because I just didn’t get it. Why would anyone be interested in the meaningless things I do on a daily basis? Why would I care what meaningless, mundane things are being done by others on a daily basis?

What I found out is that Facebook is actually a fascinating thing. It’s a sociologist’s dream. Sometimes you think you know someone pretty well, and then you discover how much they like to talk about themselves. You find out quickly that everyone thinks they have unique situations that no one could ever understand. Some people simply post funny comments; some post serious comments; some people post comments that frankly make me want to gag they are so dramatic.

After a couple of weeks, I decided that I wouldn’t actively participate in Facebook any longer. To be honest, I didn’t even have guts to write anything as if it were my own thoughts anyway. I had to hide behind my dog (not unlike this blog.) I simply refused to take it seriously. Once I discovered that people actually do take it serious, I realized that I was nothing more than a voyeur looking for a cheap thrill by reading the latest gossip. Sometimes I would read comments that would make me uncomfortable. Comments are made that would never be said face-to-face. It’s almost sad to me. Some people seem to be reaching out to get a pat on the back. They are constantly looking for positive reinforcement of their decisions. They simply don’t have enough confidence in themselves.

I guess I still just don’t get it. I’ll stick to writing about my dog's life. It’s much more interesting than my own anyway.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Christianity = Love

Commentary by Dennis -

I've been wondering why Christianity seems to be waning. I interviewed a couple of young people for a Church project, and discovered that many people are frankly disgusted with the behavior of so-called Christians. For some reason, Christianity seems to have evolved into some kind of exclusive club that only a few are worthy of joining. No one, it seems, passes judgement on people more than some Christians. Ironic, isn't it.

Recently, a poll was taken asking where the phrase “God helps those who help themselves” originated. Seventy five percent said the Bible. Not only is that phrase non-Biblical, it is anti-Biblical to Jesus’ strong message of love of neighbor. The phrase is actually Franklinian, as Poor Richard is the originator.

Christianity can be summed up in one word: Love. Please do not be taken in by those who profess to be Christian, yet completely ignore the beautiful words of Jesus. Anyone out there who wants to understand Christianity, I strongly encourage you to read Jesus' Sermon on the Mount in Matthew http://bible.oremus.org/?ql=91693103. (Be careful in reading various so-called analysis's of the Sermon on the Mount as many groups have tried to "interpret" the words of Jesus to match their ideological viewpoints. Just read it for what it is.)

After our Church was torn apart 2 years ago, the remaining remnant of the Presbyterian Church USA has been involved in a new church development in Quincy. We lost our building, so we have bounced around from basements, a nursing home chapel, and now we meet at John Wood College auditorium. We are a small group, but we love everyone. NO one is excluded from worshipping with us!

After everything we’ve been through, I’ve come to one conclusion: I am not an evangelist. I guess I subscribe to the Matthew 6 philosophy of evangelism. To me, closeness to Christ is something that I seek, not something that I sell. It is the realization in my mind that God has a message for me. It is me as an individual coming to the conclusion that I need God in my life. It is not something that I would allow to be thrust upon me as our old Church was so intent on doing. I’m uncomfortable with the metaphorical “standing on a street corner” to be seen by others. I take the words of Jesus Christ very seriously, and honestly question the message of others within the bible, especially when I view their message as counter to what Jesus said. Every so-called commandment in the Bible that can’t be reconciled with Jesus’ strong message of “Love of God” and “love of neighbor” became patently obsolete when Jesus uttered those words. As I have chosen Jesus as my Christ, I believe his words trump the message of everyone else in the bible, including Paul. With this in mind, the process of developing a new Church seems to involve a tremendous amount of “street corner” evangelism, of which I never wanted to be a part of.

People don’t ultimately respond to the drumbeat of human proclamations, they respond to the drumbeat of the Holy Spirit. Virtually everyone on this Earth has been exposed in one way or another to Jesus Christ. When they are ready, they will find him and learn about him. But it’s a conclusion that they have to come to on their own. I consider myself a man of science and logic. I get very frustrated when people stop thinking for themselves and allow the prejudices of man to dictate their thoughts. There is one caveat however. If I thought logically about Jesus Christ, I would easily be an atheist. But for some reason, there is that drumbeat in my head, telling me that God is real, and that he loves me. I think that drumbeat exists somewhere in all of us whether we choose to listen to it or not.

The purest example of Church to me is a hospital chapel. When you walk into a hospital chapel, you may see someone sitting with their hands clasped tight, praying to God alone. It is a deep one-on-one conversation with God asking for help, guidance, love, and forgiveness which is completely and unabashedly sincere. It is a relationship with God at its most powerful. Every conceivable emotion we have is funneled directly into that conversation with God.

As Christians, it is up to us to do our best to answer questions and/or get answers to questions that anyone may ask. Not answering with bold confidence, but answering with sincere humility, trying our best to help someone reach their own conclusions. It is in comforting those who need it and rejoicing with those who have been blessed. It is determined silently by our actions as opposed to our words. It is in loving, not hating; empathizing, not judging.

To fail, we would polarize our group and others. We would insist that our way is the right way, instead of learning from different points of view. We would ostracize instead of welcome. We would be defensive and intolerant.

I suppose that my idea of a successful Church is clearly not an attainable goal. Human desires; human biases, and frankly human failings will ultimately decide whether today’s Church will be successful. The Presbyterian Church and virtually all other Churches view success as sustained growth and the ability to meet people’s needs, even if that need is help with doing their taxes or babysitting their children. While these things certainly help people meet their needs, it, in my humble opinion, does nothing to foster that deep on-on-one relationship with God that defines my vision of success.

I guess, I simply have no answer.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

ooo...wait....Bunny!
Oh, he's gone....

My adopted dad wanted me to share this picture with everyone from yesterday. I’m not sure what it is. All I know is that he was shouting “Oh Hail no!”

An exciting weekend coming up as my little friend Elway will be visiting. Elway is a fine young lad of English decent. Perhaps a little high strung, or as my adopted sister likes to say: he’s freaking crazy! Elway taught me some valuable lessons, such as lifting ones leg when taking care of business. What an amazing concept…


The Kindness of Neighbors...

Our other neighbors brought my adopted dad and mom some sweet corn the other day. What a fine gesture. The little blonde one who refers to me as “Donut” came along. People think she is cute for calling me Donut, but the truth is, that’s my secret code. I’d like to tell you what was relayed to me that afternoon by my little blonde friend, but then I would have to kill you. More to come…

Welcome

Well, it was a nerve wracking morning this morning. When I went outside to take care of my morning business, I discovered a covert operation next door involving lot’s of hammering and big trucks. I quickly ran back to the door so that I could protect my adoptive family from any potential danger. Once inside, I ran to my normal sentry post (on Mom and Dad’s bed) so that I could monitor the situation. The scene was horrifying. These people were ripping the shingles off of the roof of our neighbors house in a systematic attempt to destroy their psyche before they went in for the kill. All I can do… all I MUST do, is protect this family.

More to come…