So this blog will now convert over to a nice personallized blog about... you know, a bloggy blog. I will throw some pictures up and make things vaguely relavent... but it can be about anything at all.....
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Yesterday was easter. And I am a part of the worship team at my Church: Heritage Bible Chapel. Most of the people in the picture are part of their own group, Jordan's Crossing . They reside at our church and take up the worship there half of the time. I really like playing with them, it is a pretty great thing... except that sometimes I am asked to play percussion... not the kit (which I love) but percussion... and this wouldn't be so bad really if it weren't for the tamberine. I am just not a tamerine kind of guy... I don't dance, I don't smile and shake.... I don't have any school spirit... but I do it because (and this is honest) it keeps me humble.. I really want to see my role on the worship team as a service that I give to God. I don't want to have a concert mentallity that highlights me as a musician. There is a huge difference there in motive and I want the right motives. So.... yeah... the dreaded tamborine. I shook it for two songs. After church I went to my sister-in-laws, and had one of the better Easter meals I have ever had...Lamb cooked for literally eight hours. It was REALLY good. It was a relatively nice Easter. I was a bit unnerved about taking Henry and Nora to Polly (my sister-in-law)'s house because of the flaking lead paint all over the outside. Henry was lead poisened pretty severely when he was tiny and I don't even want him near the stuff. Which bring me to concern number two:
Polly is pregnant and we are trying to navigate a way of telling her that the lead paint might hurt her baby even right now. But my wife's family is um...shall we say... headstrong and telling any of them (including my wife) what they should do is likely to throw me into the lands of the ignored, hated, and despsied. So, I must navigate.
We haad to really consider how we were going to treat Easter in our family this year. I don't really like the over comercialized version that is culturally cool right now. I don't actually mind that version of Christmas, but Easter seems to me like it should be more of a time of consideration of God. So, we had one tiny easter basket with malt-ball eggs and Peeps and Henry and Nora got to munch on that. I told Henry that Easter is a time when Jesus came back from being dead... he became alive again. And that was about it. He is only four and I think that the whole crucifiction thing would throw him right over the edge. (and he would go willingly).
And that was Easter... I liked it, really. I feel a bit more sane now...
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