un-abilify
The following commercial is real. I’ve seen it several times on TV and you can visit the website to find out more information. Whoever posted it on youtube added text so that you can visually see the difference between the problems the disease causes and the problems the “medicine” causes. Though this is the worst commercial like this I’ve seen, it’s not too much different from the countless other ones that clutter your typical commercial break.
Why would anyone want to use this drug? Half the commercial is a warning!
do i walk funny?
I took the boys to the park the other day to give Bethany some relief. While we were there, three teenage girls (probably early high school age) showed up. Now, I’m no eaves dropper, but these girls were talking pretty loudly. As they were leaving, they walked past the swings where I was busy trying to keep both Parker and Kent swinging. One girl turned to her friends and asked, “Do I walk funny?” Though I didn’t catch her friends response, I did hear the third girl says something to the effect of “Wait…do I walk funny?”
This struck me for a couple of reasons. First, I found it amusing that this girl actually thought about how her walk looks (who does that?). But second, I found it sad that these girls were concerned with something so superficial. Our society puts pressure on us to conform to a certain image. We’re told to look this way, talk like that, listen to a certain type of music, don’t walk funny, etc. Unfortunately, for many of the students in our youth ministry, I see the same sinister influence. Instead of conforming to the image of Christ. We settle for an image that promises fleeting happiness, temporary acceptance and ultimate letdowns. When will we move from being worried about “walking funny” to walking in the footsteps of Jesus?
For those of you with a distinctly British sense of humor. Check out this clip from a classic Monty Python sketch.
toilets
Today I discovered a leak in our toilet. Water was dripping off of a bolt that connects the upper tank with the bowl. After a quick assessment of what needed to be done, I told Parker that I needed to get my tools so I could fix the toilet. By the time I had gone to the garage and gotten back with my toolbox, Parker had managed to run downstairs, retrieve his bucket of tools and dump them all over the bathroom floor. As I began the simple process of tightening the bolts, Parker proceeded to use his plastic hammer on every square inch of toilet he could find. Even though he was kind of in the way and wasn’t really doing anything to help the leak, he was proud to be with me.
I can’t help but think of all the things I do to try to “help” God. After all, I’m really not that different from Parker. I get in God’s way. I think a hammer will do a wrench’s job. And I’m too proud to notice or care.
I suppose that’s not entirely a bad thing. I mean, I really enjoyed spending the time with Parker. And I think God probably appreciates our desire to join in with Him. But I guess the key is remembering that His way is ideal and ours are….well, number #2.








