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It was so fun and therapeutic to share a story from my childhood that I had never told before that I am back for round 2.

When I was a kid my Grandparents lived about 15 minutes away from our house. We would go over there for dinner on Friday nights and sometimes I would spend the night. One of my favorite things about going to my grandparents house was the unlimited amount of soda, they had a CD player (we had yet to get one) and they had green peppermints. I was a sucker for green peppermints. I ate those things like they were candy.
Seeing the signs of addiction starting at a young age my grandma or mom would cut me off after about 5. The problem was I wanted to eat about 50 more. I guess I had no conscious as a kid and knew that I was going to need to get more, so I stole them for later consumption. My opportune time to eat the wonderful goodness that was green peppermints was late at night. I usually took up residence in the living room which gave me direct access to the kitchen where my drug of choice was stored. I would stock up on the peppermints at every opportune time during the day only to enjoy my treasure later that night when everyone was sleeping. I would eat these things one after another until I could not take the minty freshness that was my breathe. My plan seemed to always be perfect but there was something that would always get me caught. Continue Reading…

Last Sunday I was reminded of a story that I have never told anyone until now. As I was standing by the coffee machines talking to some friends that I had not seen for while I happened to look over to my left and see a kid that didn’t look so good. He was about 9 years old and had that look of a kid at an amusement park who had to much cotton candy and just got off the worst roller coaster ride of his life. Needless to say, he did what I thought he would do….throw up. But, this little guy played it cool. In a room full of about 300 people he managed to keep this a secret, well at least it was our little secret. He knew what was happening, and so he headed to the trash can right next to the coffee machines and started to unload. It was one of those moments where you want to look away but you can’t. I stood there and watched as he threw up into the trash can and then looked around to see if anyone noticed and walked away. It was like he was an old pro at throwing up. After watching him do his business I was reminded of a story that happened to me when I was in second grade. Continue Reading…

Following up yesterdays post about Amazing Church (if you need a refresher click here) and the comment stream, I started to think about things that I think are awesome. Some things that come to my mind: My Dog, Coffee, my shirt with wolves on it howling at the moon, U2, me (okay that last one was to see if you were still reading). All these things I deem as awesome. And to be honest, I am going to probably let you know about how awesome I think these things could possible be. Yesterday, a friend of mine Ben Davis sent me this tweet:

That struck me for a minute. It reminded me of my profession of how much I liked the Gungor Band and that people listened to my advice to get the CD. I am sure that it helped that hundreds of others were saying how awesome gungor is as well, but it was cool to see that someone trusted what I thought was awesome. Bringing that back to our conversation that we had yesterday about how much we use the word awesome in reference to the church, I started to think about how much we trust the word awesome.

Our word can carry a heavy weight. This weight can also bring down a word. Sometimes I feel like I am just going through the emotions and reaction of what I am suppose to say about church (notice little c not big C Church). Like I am suppose to give the typical response of “good” when someone ask me “how are you?” Going through the motions of church and continually consuming the product instead of doing is something that I am afraid awesome represents.

Its easy to say a church service was awesome, the song selection was perfect, and the sermon was great, but it is very difficult to follow what the Holy Spirit is convicting you to do. I would much rather talk about how a sermon is challenging me then actually let the words change my heart. I would much rather sing about the grace of God then extend it to my enemies. I would much rather talk about how awesome my church community is then be apart of a community of people that are different then me.

Its easy to call something awesome, it is very hard to do awesome.

Thoughts?

*kyle

I love this video and song. Enjoy

(ht kevin deshazo)

*kyle

Every Sunday I get at least two or three tweets that go something like this:

What an amazing day at [your church name]

I enjoy reading these types of tweets. Mainly because it is good to see that you are going to church and you are having an amazing day. But after a while that word, amazing, seems to lose its luster.
Not only is the twitter world obsessed with the word amazing, my mom seems to let her own version of amazing slip from her mouth. I usually ask my mom every Sunday, how was church, how was the sermon? Her response every time, Good. Every Sunday, same question, same response. What can I really expect to hear from her, “it was terrible,” or maybe “it was decent?” These would kind of be a weird response to something that is suppose to be, well good or amazing.

Have you ever thought about how the word “church” carries this idea of greatness? I myself feel this when I think of Moses and the burning bush. Remove your sandals because you are standing on holy ground. Understand that I do not see the church as a building. But when we think of church, we think amazing, awe inspiring, great community. We have certain select words that go to describe our experience. This cannot help but be seen in a twitter stream on Sunday morning or a Sunday afternoon lunch. The service was great, amazing, or if you are my mom, good. I wonder after a while if these words lose their meaning?
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Sunday provides us a day to relax, reflect, and refuel. On Sunday’s I like to sit back and ask a couple of questions. Maybe it sounds a little like those awkward games you play with people you do not know so that you can get to know each other better.
Lets just call Question(s) for You.

You can answer them all or just one….

1) In n Out or Chick-Fil-A?

2) Would you rather watch a good movie or read a good book?

3) What are your plans for Easter Sunday?

Answer them all or just one….these are questions for you.

*kyle

After being inspired by my friend Tyler and one of my favorite blog post of the week Fortuitous Bouncing I have decided to follow up the tradition and give you some stuff to read on this boring Saturday. Because I do not know if you are like me, but it seems like Saturdays are made for reading and being lazy. Let me feed this habit and check out some of the best things I have read all week.




This is Reading with Reed (get it, my last name is Reed. Ya I am that clever)

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THE BEST OF MY BLOG FOR THE WEEK

This highlights the post that was read the most by you the reader this week on Thoughts About Nothing*com