<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857</id><updated>2011-08-19T14:51:08.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thundercracker Throwback</title><subtitle type='html'>a.k.a. - Daddy Day Diaries</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-4748197833201858459</id><published>2011-08-19T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:50:33.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sportscenter, Here I Come!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;So I think God has given me some direction. Let's take a look back at where we've come from before we get to where we're going, shall we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God called me to ministry within the local church to train &amp; equip teenagers to know God through a relationship enabled by Jesus Christ and led by the Holy Spirit DAILY. That's where I'm at. I always wondered where God would send me next. I mean, let's be real, my days working with teenagers were limited from the beginning. Not many teenagers really get hyped for a 57-year-old youth minister!!! So, I've always wondered what God wants me to do when He calls me out of student (teenage) ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where we've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is where we're headed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call to work with teenagers will shift at some point, and once again, when I ask "What's next?" God gives me answers that only make sense in reverse (Mongoose). Today, I believe God has given me that direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Analyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want specifics, it's probably got something to do with the NFL. That's right, I'll be breaking down games, previewing the draft, reporting on the latest trades and league rumors, position battles, and all kinds of fun stuff!! Maybe the 2 of you that read this blog (one being mom) might be wondering how I came to this conclusion. Allow me to tell you: I feel that God wants my next position He calls me to is one where my opinion is valued. Think about it: these sports guys report what happened and spend the majority of their time telling you what THEY THINK about the move/game/trade/pick/decision. And that's what they get paid for!! AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my current role, I am blessed to serve with an incredible staff of Spirit led, Christ-following, God Lovers that enrich my life daily through Christ in them. I am also blessed to walk alongside some incredible teenagers that are passionately humbled by the love of the Father. And these people make life INCREDIBLE! The students, the staff, adults who love Christ and follow His leading in their lives inspire me HOURLY with their lives, words, actions, attitudes, joys, sorrows, and beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, not every student and adult here fit into that category. This excites me!! It tells me that my job is not complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But given the opportunity to involve my passion with my opinion (as it comes out of my mouth in the form of grammar and understanding of Scripture), the current environment is not exactly conducive to such. This truth is proven repeatedly, and evidenced by many people that wouldn't waste their time with such a petty blog!! And that's ok. The problem is where the results of my opinion affects my family and own ability to worship. See, in most churches, people (who may or may not be followers of Christ, depending on their fruit) bring their AGENDAS to God's house and people and expect them to take priority over God's Word. Unfortunately, I have been one of these people before. It's a sickening feeling that will not go away without a bloodbath (that's "Washed in the Blood of the Lamb" for those of you not following me...mom). And when something is said from a microphone that is not in-line with their AGENDA, be it personal or large-scale, things can get ugly. Quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, shouldn't ministers just 'stick to the script'? And 'the script' looks something like this: Preach a message that occasionally steps on my toes; be there when I want something spiritual; visit me or anyone I care about in the hospital with 3 hours of being admitted; adjust your life and schedule to mold to my desires or AGENDA; smile at me all the time; tell at least one joke a week; do what you can to promote ME personally; make me look important in the eyes of those who sit in the pew with me (I am more important, y'know); wear what I deem acceptable without me telling you what that looks like; work for as little as possible so I don't HAVE to tithe if something else is more worthy of my money (after all, since I tithe, you work for ME!); don't make me uncomfortable; don't ask me to do anything, someone younger can do that (don't you know I have a job and family...duh!); pray for my happiness all day long; answer the phone whenever I call; don't take a vacation because I might need you...for something; say what I've always heard and mostly believe; and other than these, leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if that's the script I'm supposed to stick to, then I believe I'd rather read from a teleprompter...about sports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT: For both of my readers, I'm not about to get out of ministry or leave the church or quit my position here to pursue a career in sports analyst or anything else!! This article was a semi-satire to voice my displeasure with those church-goers that do not value Christ at work in their lives or the desires of the Holy Spirit to lead them into the Incredible we were all created for. My heart breaks, but I know my Redeemer lives!! And that in the end He will stand upon the Earth! (Shouts, J-O-B!!!) Now, let's shed our agendas and be about Christ in our lives with a servant's heart to show others how to be set free from their own!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-4748197833201858459?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/4748197833201858459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2011/08/sportscenter-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4748197833201858459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4748197833201858459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2011/08/sportscenter-here-i-come.html' title='Sportscenter, Here I Come!!!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-8600938843051543328</id><published>2010-09-14T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:33:13.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-8600938843051543328?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/8600938843051543328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8600938843051543328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8600938843051543328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-dreams.html' title='In Dreams...'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-8790970970094792193</id><published>2010-09-13T21:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:46:26.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Victorious Failure</title><content type='html'>Everyone wants to succeed. I mean think about it. Everyone wants to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Throw/Catch the winning touchdown&lt;br /&gt;-Star in the biggest blockbuster ever&lt;br /&gt;-Win a famous award&lt;br /&gt;-Write &amp; perform the greatest song ever&lt;br /&gt;-Capture the heart of the most beautiful person ever...and make everyone else jealous&lt;br /&gt;-Win the title&lt;br /&gt;-Write the next NY Times Bestseller&lt;br /&gt;-Or whatever else you're into, you want to be recognized as the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I personally don't think anything is wrong with that. I love it. I hope that whatever you do, you strive to be the best and give it all you can with all your heart and never quit or give up. Now, keep in mind, the only way to be the best is to recognize what is better than you, then discover how and allow that to challenge and grow you. In brief, the best way to be the greatest is to be the most observant when it comes to your worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first you must admit and accept that you are not the best. It would probably help you to know that you're more than likely not in the Top 10 either! As a matter of fact, the greatest way to improve is to stress your faults and weaknesses with the mindset of turning them into your strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill once said, "Success is moving from failure to failure without any loss of enthusiasm." What I love about this statement is that achievement is never mentioned or glorified. He talks about a repetitive failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one for you: Mister Rogers writes in his memoirs that when he was starting out as a songwriter that he thought he had some great songs. As a matter of fact, he had about 10 or 12 great songs that he believed would be AWESOME for children's listening and entertainment. He writes that he travelled to New York to try and find an audience with someone, ANYONE, who would listen to and produce his songs. While he was in the Big Apple, he actually met and visited with a great singer/songwriter in the area of children's entertainment who had been highly successful in that profession. Of course, Mr. Rogers listened to the wisdom and tales of experience the man had to offer. After a while, Mr. Rogers asked the man if he would give a listen to good ol' Fred's songs. The successful singer/songwriter said, "Sure thing! How many you got?" Mr. Rogers writes that he was very proud when he replied, "About 10 or 12." The veteran writer sympathetically smiled. Mr. Rogers writes that instantly he recognized that it wasn't a good sign. The voice of experience then told him that in order to be great, he needed to have about one-to-two HUNDRED songs before he could consider himself a serious singer/songwriter. While Mr. Rogers was floored and walked away discouraged, he recognized the truth in what the successful man said and recognized his own shortcomings (and embarrassment) of not being prepared to show true dedication to his craft. I believe at some point, Mr. Rogers figured it out and became somewhat successful...but not until he recognized his own failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to succeed, but not everyone wants to endure the humiliation of failure. You've heard the stats: the homerun King, Babe Ruth, is also the strikeout king. The King of Touchdown passes (Brett Favre) also leads the NFL Record books with the most number of interceptions thrown. The list goes on and on: Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Edison, Ludwig von Beethoven...all failures, time and time again, who refused to let failure define them, but to shape them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about this:  What if your frequent failure continues because God is trying to show you something? What if God WANTS you to fail? What if the greatest thing you could do for Him at this time in your life...is to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;?!? I know, I know -- I can hear you now: "God loves me and wants to see me succeed in all I do blah blah blah, because I blah blah blah..." Whatever. Now think about this: God wants you to bring the best of you to the table. He asks for your commitment, dedication, obedience, love...but where does He say anything about guaranteeing success, or demands you to only show up when you have your stuff together and bring the most success you can accomplish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks for your commitment to Him, not your trophies. He calls for obedience, not awards. He desires your heart...not the worldly definition of your interpretation of success. Look, God doesn't need your skill or success. As a matter of fact, He doesn't need you at all. He gives you the opportunity to be a part of His story, His world, His success! Look in Scripture, apart from Jesus, every person in Scripture is typically there for their FAILURES more than their successes. Call 'em out: David, Abraham, Jacob, Peter, Paul, Jonah, Noah, Samson, Moses...the list goes on and on. Perhaps they're in Scripture to show and teach us of God's GRACE, not man's GREATS. Sure, these guys tasted what could be considered 'success,' but not until God showed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So embrace your failures. Accept your shortcomings. Recognize that others are better than you. Understand there's more for you to know and ways to improve. Expect failure!! You know what, EMBRACE failure!! See it as God's invitation and opportunity to bring success into your little world. Claim victory in the areas that you suck at. Allow God to be God, the success, the victory, the completion, the fullness, the right-maker, the problem-solver, and the embodiment of the only victory you can taste. See your failures as the next big way God wants to show up in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps when we grasp and desire &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, we might get one step closer to getting it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-8790970970094792193?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/8790970970094792193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/09/victorious-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8790970970094792193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8790970970094792193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/09/victorious-failure.html' title='Victorious Failure'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-5581948517287302975</id><published>2010-08-21T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:00:21.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Face(book) the Facts</title><content type='html'>Two things that jump out at me dealing with teenagers and the first week of school as evidenced by Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Suddenly, it is of the utmost importance to make Facebook nation painfully aware of your Single relationship status, mainly because with the first week of school I've noticed about 275639113 "Relationship Status Updates" that so-and-so is now in a relationship with somebody new. And this will change again by the NEXT Friday (I'm looking at you, Jr. High). I never knew summer was so lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have already gotten about as many "invites" from random students to join their yearbook cookie bake sale sports team in farmville over facebook. Seriously? Know this: Facebook IS available during summer, and no, we're still not interested in building a farm next to yours. Good luck with the rain season...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-5581948517287302975?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/5581948517287302975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-facebook-facts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/5581948517287302975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/5581948517287302975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-facebook-facts.html' title='Let&apos;s Face(book) the Facts'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-4452981422904245473</id><published>2010-08-09T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:43:25.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Are we...dipping skinny?"</title><content type='html'>I love that commercial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrity is an important thing, but to quote a more infamous band who will be playing the HOB without my presence, "you don't know whatcha got 'til it's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over in Seminary we were told to always be aware of "the appearance of evil." In other words, it's not just stay away from bad decisions, but stay away from scenarios that might even RESEMBLE bad decisions. Don't do anything that might lead 'observers' to assume you're compromising Christ in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best at it, but it's a consistent thought in my mind. I try to be aware of my integrity, but often times it's when I really botch it up that I'm most painfully aware of it...or lack of it. What compromises integrity? How about lying, cheating, stealing, doing things to sacrifice trust, broken promises, two-faced living, being fake, going back on your word...you get the idea. Like I said, I fall short often...more often than I like to admit, I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when me (flawed human being who has ridiculously sacrificed integrity for fun or personal gain on more than one occasion) recognizes a lack of or broken integrity in another's life?? It's not like I have it all together, but to see a brother or sister in Christ who is willingly, consistently, and happily sacrificing and compromising integrity for the sake of pride and personal gain really bothers me to the point of intervention. I want to say something...but is it my place--one who has done it and is guilty of it regularly, but not proud of it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting. How can I help someone else see something in their life that I don't enjoy seeing in mine without sacrificing integrity, yet living it out at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am flawed. &lt;br /&gt;And I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me out if you have any ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I need to just lay myself bare at the Feet of those I am unworthy to wash. Lay bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I just need to go out there and try...dipping skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-4452981422904245473?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/4452981422904245473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-wedipping-skinny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4452981422904245473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4452981422904245473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/08/are-wedipping-skinny.html' title='&quot;Are we...dipping skinny?&quot;'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-4159653914703932899</id><published>2010-07-26T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:09:07.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summers, Age, and a farewell to a certain Mr. Marsten...</title><content type='html'>Just stopping by for quick howdy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that we are only days away from the end of summer. Of course, my education-oriented friends will not be excited about this reminder, but the truth remains. In the words of my old NFG, "It's been a summer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynchburg, Virginia; Huntington, West Virginia; Winnsboro and Lake Murray, South Carolina (upcoming); combined with a North Carolina camping trip, deeper, and a week-long speaking deal doesn't leave much room for down time. I'm thankful...but I'm tired. I love it and would have it no other way, but all this going has brought two undeniable truths to light in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm getting older.&lt;br /&gt;2) I miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my adult life, last week I was accused of being older than my actual age. Granted, it was only a one year difference (technically a 3-month difference, according to my wife), but still, an accusation that is difficult to bear. I am being reminded at an accelerating rate that I am aging/getting older (Thanks, Jon &amp; Richie) and it's not entirely awesome. My body itself is telling me that I'm no longer 19 1/2 years old. I'm bad out of shape and I'm more...fragile (not the Italian version either). I think I have a broke bone in my foot and can no longer bend my right wrist beyond 30 degrees. I know. Sad. I can't even outrun the fat kids anymore in freeze tag. (little SL Neil reference for yous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I can actually duct tape my body for it to hold together long enough, I find it more difficult to fully enjoy these ventures. Don't get me wrong, I'm forever grateful to have the opportunity to be a part of the stories that God has written and to see my part in them. I wouldn't trade it for the world. The one thing that's different now than 5 years ago is my family. I'm an independent guy. I can hang and chill on my own or with the guys all night long, with a little left in the morning (even if it will take 3 days to get over staying up all night...another sign). However, it's hard to fully unpack when my wife and daughter are two states, counties, or zip codes away. I want them with me, but most youth camps don't exactly cater to 20 month-olds who can't deal with super loud noises and go to bed at 8:00 p.m. after she's had her milk, which needs to be refrigerated...in a non-provided fridge that every youth boarding joint provides. Yeah, difficult. Combined with the awesome single beds everyone sleeps in, which are perfect when said 20 month-old decides she's in a strange environment at 3:46 in the morning and won't stop crying until she's surrounded by something familiar...like the comfort of being in bed with mommy or daddy..a single bed with mommy or daddy. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I complaining?? No...just pointing out a few details in my life that remind me about summers...and age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my final point: John Marston. Thanks for the horse rides, the hunting trips, the random strangers you'd meet, and the awesome voice. Even if I speak for myself, you will be missed. May your son carry on your legacy...and somehow learn to talk like a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-4159653914703932899?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/4159653914703932899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/07/summers-age-and-farewell-to-certain-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4159653914703932899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4159653914703932899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/07/summers-age-and-farewell-to-certain-mr.html' title='Summers, Age, and a farewell to a certain Mr. Marsten...'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-6923035148067880345</id><published>2010-04-05T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:52:29.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday Sermon</title><content type='html'>If you preach, please don't steal this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, take it and run with it, but only if it's biblical instead of a mindless rant from a guy that's far from figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, God gives me an example from my life to teach me something. Imagine that. The latest (today) is no different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, as a vocational minister (if that is an actual term that isolates one profession from another rather than the lifestyle Christ-followers are called and created to live), it's easy to get somewhat frustrated with oneself and others. It's those moments that God really likes to get my attention (give you three guesses how!) and show me that I have no right. I'm a sinner. I struggle with doing the right thing. I fail frequently. I succeed on rare occasion. But here's what I've seen in my life and get disgusted with myself over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want God, through my relationship with Him through Christ and being guided and comforted by the Holy Spirit, to change my life. Seriously. I love my life and am so filled with joy with the things and ways God has proven Himself over and over and over and over again in it. But I need change in my life to show Him the love I have for Him. I want God to change my life. Daily. Hourly, even. Change my life. This is and should be a common prayer and desire we Christ-followers should have. "God, change my life." Not a prayer of bail out, but one of dedication and desire for the perfection Christ lived. Sure, on a long enough timeline, I will fail. But that doesn't change my desire to want to stretch that timeline as thin as I've never stretched it before. God, change my life. And as I attempted to honestly pray this today, God showed me the error of my arrogance and dishonesty. How many times have I prayed, sought after, begged, pleaded, and so on for God to change my life, yet when presented with that opportunity to change, I quit. I backed down. I walked away from the proposal. What I meant when I "prayed" wasn't really for God to change my life, but rather to change my circumstances. Change the temporary. Change the little things I want different, regardless of why they exist in the first place. How pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Christ-followers get caught up in the prayer implying "God, change my circumstances," when we say, "God, change my life." The 'change my life' prayer is very intimidating and can be scary...when we lack faith. But it's easy for us to see the little things (inconveniences that God probably placed there for His glory, by the way) that we want a specific desired outcome for, rather than live out a God engineered design that requires us to do what we don't want to do (shout, Paul). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want God to change your life to look more like Christ's? Or are you simply wussing out and implying for God to just change your circumstances? Do you have faith that God wants something BIGGER for your life than you do? Do you even have a clue what a changed LIFE looks like (i.e. - Have you ever let Him really do it?)??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...chicken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-6923035148067880345?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/6923035148067880345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/04/someday-sermon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6923035148067880345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6923035148067880345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/04/someday-sermon.html' title='Someday Sermon'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-4539064258897988932</id><published>2010-03-07T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:22:55.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Descriptions vs. Definitions</title><content type='html'>Ok, here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon today, I finished up one act and left the room to pursue another, and along my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you define yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What words do you think describe you? Go ahead, I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over this today in my own strange, little head while walking between buildings. In the constant search for the answer to the question we all daily battle known as "Who am I?" I found myself mulling over the realities and not-so's of the results. Here's a few I came up with: tall, hungry, somewhat discouraged, chilly, and who. Yes, I answered a question to myself with my own question. I am confused...oh, add that one to the list: 'confused.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I decided not to answer the question itself, but rather define the question, and that's how the slope drifted downward. How could I "define" the question that would help reveal how to "define" or "describe" me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first notion was to use outside sources and influences to answer the question regarding the question. Think about how other people answer it according to their life or choice. No, can't do that! The reason being is that the only answers that come to mind while seeing other people answer the question typically are examples of the way you DON'T want to answer the question, which leads to you being judgmental, or self-absorbed, or justifiable to your own unchanged identity. So that approach is no good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh, somebody left their tailgate down...or did they do it on purpose to save gas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I tried to use the boring approach -- you know, the Adjective Theory that uses one word answers to attempt to help put a finger on that one (or many) little thing you can't seem to identify NOR get out of your head. That's where I came up with the list aforementioned. Boring. Boring. Boring...and ineffective. And THAT'S when I caught a quick glimpse of the answer that left me immersed in simple thought that I hadn't seen before because of my stupid desire for an intelligent solution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I?" We try to answer that in so many ways based on temporary circumstance. 'How would I (or someone else, if using the comparative theory) would react or should be in this scenario?' or 'How should I react?' or 'What's best for the whole (person, situation, outcome, you name it)?' or the Sunday morning 'What would Jesus do?' that doesn't even make sense when paired with the original question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there are two answers: how you describe yourself and how you define yourself. See, these are two entirely different areas that intertwine and often confuse. But it's SO SIMPLE!!! What defines you are the things in life that cannot change. What describes you are those things that can be altered in some way or another. Here we go: I am defined as a father, because no matter what, I will always be the biological father of one Claire Denise McAlpin, regardless of either of our states. This cannot be taken away from me, therefore, partially defines me. I am a follower of Jesus Christ...a disciple, if you will. Nothing, no power on Earth or under the Earth, can take me from my God's hand. It defines who I am as a living, breathing, loved person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I can be described in ways that may not describe me tomorrow. I am tall, but chop my legs off, and suddenly, I'm not first pick for a game of hoops. I am cold. Give me a coat and let's start again. I am a jerk. No, this does not define me, so give me a sandwich, a hug, and maybe a little encouragement and let's get back to the drawing board. I am a South Carolina resident...until the tidal wave makes landfall at Myrtle Beach, then I'm in line for a new driver's license! We let temporary things describe us, but allow the repercussions from these descriptions to permeate our self-image, self confidence, outlook, and the way we treat others, just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, maybe I know you, maybe I don't, but today...just try it for today...live what defines you. Let the petty descriptions that hold you back or handicap your ability to make the next step wash away with the dust of yesterday. Embrace who God made you to be, and how He went about doing it. Stop basing your life on a poorly timed knee-jerk reaction to something beyond your control or ability to change. Take responsibility for who you are and stop worrying about the comings and goings of circumstance and situation. &lt;br /&gt;It's going to be alright. &lt;br /&gt;You're going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;You were made for greatness.&lt;br /&gt;You are defined by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, I stumbled into my next act...a little less confused, a tad more confident, and faced with more questions I'm sure I couldn't answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-4539064258897988932?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/4539064258897988932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/03/descriptions-vs-definitions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4539064258897988932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4539064258897988932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/03/descriptions-vs-definitions.html' title='Descriptions vs. Definitions'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-2670236172753485704</id><published>2010-02-27T03:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:02:16.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>Has it really been a month?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-2670236172753485704?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/2670236172753485704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/02/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/2670236172753485704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/2670236172753485704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/02/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-435813505823681584</id><published>2010-01-22T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:47:01.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the Menace Tree...</title><content type='html'>Clever...ain't it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not...but true for me, nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, ministry stuff is by FAR the greatest thing in the world to be a part of. Seriously. I know there is nothing greater to be involved with than ministry. I'm not saying it has to be one's vocation, but ministry as a whole SHOULD involve everyone who has accepted the fact that they are flawed beings in need of a redeemer. Does it always work that way all across the board? Sadly, no. But that's not for me to decide, judge, or harp on...not today, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, today is just one of those days that it's easy to be discouraged. I am thankful and forever indebted to those who have poured into and ministered to me, because their love and words have equipped me to go through days like these. But even still, the enemy still uses daggers of discouragement to distract me. Today, it happened a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the bogillions of things I have learned (and still learning), one of them is that ministry is God's and God's alone. Everything within the confines of ministry is only successful within the parameters of God at work. Sure, it can look successful to man's judgment and sin-veiled eye, but the truth is that true ministry is ONLY successful when God is at work in the situation or circumstance. When we attempt to take ownership or claim a ministry or part of ministry as "ours" or "mine" we have severely cheapened said ministry outlet, eliminated the possibility for 'success,' and deceived ourselves into believing we're effective for the calling dealing with that specific ministry. Too often do we find ourselves (and I say that because I have been guilty of this) believing that "This couldn't have happened or won't work without ME...or without MY abilities/talents/availability/knowledge blah blah blah." Really? So, God couldn't pull this off without the help of an INDIVIDUAL...that He created, by the way?!?!?!?!?!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfortunate thing about this scenario is that its commonplace is the church. Folks love volunteering (which, in my opinion, is where the richest ministry takes place), but it's when we get self-focused and push our own agendas do we distort real ministry. What sucks even more is that real people get burned by it. They're the ones who lose out, get discouraged, become distracted...in a nutshell, DON'T see the love of Christ in the attempt, and walk away unaffected. And somehow, we (fallen man) have labeled it "successful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's where I'm at. Recently, I've seen examples of selfishness, both in my own life and at work around me, and I've been discouraged. I'm thankful for the mentors and saints God has put into my life to truly minister to me, but some days it's just too easy to see the fake and false 'ministries' people claim in their own name. I suppose that discouragement from a slight miss is why I once again find myself in the Menace Tree instead of the real deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray that you, as a follower of Christ, find yourself immersed in true, real, life-changing ministry...and realize you have NOTHING to do with its success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're looking for one in the meantime, just look up. Some of us could use some help getting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said: Clever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-435813505823681584?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/435813505823681584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-menace-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/435813505823681584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/435813505823681584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-in-menace-tree.html' title='I&apos;m in the Menace Tree...'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-7773632965103922473</id><published>2010-01-20T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:49:30.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A....Q, Q, Q, Q, Q, Q, Q, attempted A, then QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ...and no A</title><content type='html'>I love Winter Retreat. It is one of the funnest/most fun trips we do yearly (it's tied with all the others). The weekend consists of our own schedule, which isn't full for the purpose of enjoying one another's company and fellowship. This year, like last, was at Look Up Lodge in Traveler's Rest, SC. It's a great location to have a camp when you just want to take your group and get away. Beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year was no different. Our theme was 'Long, Cold Winter' and focused on community within the body of Christ. We had some incredible music led by JB "I can dance just like" Usher, with the assist from the One Man Wolfpack Trav. It was great!! We looked at how we can have fellowship as told about by Jesus and Paul and demonstrated throughout Scriptures. We played paintball, Death Hack, football, blah blah blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the awards for the weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE WINTER RETREAT AWARDS for 2010...brought to you by CRASH Ministries!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely not to get out of bed: Erwin&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to play guitar: JB Usher, honorable mention to Drakey J.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to get punched in the face: Hunter G., honorable mention to Jac Zones&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to one day be a real life Chuck Norris based on skills from paintball: The Fog&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to have their foot amputated from it being frozen: Jesse W.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to sleep through something important: K-Town&lt;br /&gt;Most Questions asked: Destiny &amp; KReed (tie)&lt;br /&gt;Most Creative use of a napkin holder (also called the Visionary award): Destiny&lt;br /&gt;Talked the Biggest Game but didn't back it up by NOT playing football or paintball after telling people how he would dominate: Big Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to get out first in Death Hack: KReed&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to get killed by intentional bus wreck: Justin's Bus&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to use the word Precious: LK&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to never recover from being victims of NERF Breach: Basement Room 1&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to spread the non-contagious form of Mono: AliMatt&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to beat up someone's little siser: Big Papa Neal&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to ROCK the HOUSE by jumping into everything without being shy: 7th Grade Girls&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to get a speeding ticket to or from LUL: You know who you are (tie)&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to make people cry by the sincerity of their words: Lee W.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to be used by God to change lives: We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed it all! Join us next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;But until then, how will YOU survive a Long, Cold Winter??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-7773632965103922473?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/7773632965103922473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/01/q-aq-q-q-q-q-q-q-attempted-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/7773632965103922473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/7773632965103922473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2010/01/q-aq-q-q-q-q-q-q-attempted-then.html' title='Q &amp; A....Q, Q, Q, Q, Q, Q, Q, attempted A, then QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ...and no A'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-6897241000390403520</id><published>2009-12-31T11:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:34:05.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Ten List of Best Christmas Presents this year!</title><content type='html'>So maybe this sounds a bit materialistic, but I promise it's not. I got some GREAT presents this year, and I just had to share with you what they were! I'm not doing this to try and make you jealous. Promise! I am so pumped about this stuff, I just had to let you know what it was! Maybe you could see your presents in a different light as well! Who knows! All I know is that I couldn't stop smiling while compiling this list! ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The look on my mom's face when Claire would walk towards her with her arms raised in the “Pick me up!” fashion.&lt;br /&gt;-The apple pie Nate was feeding Claire, all the while laughing his head off as she would walk towards him chanting “Nyack! Nyack!” (That's baby for 'Snack'). She learned quickly that the more she said it, the more pie he would give her! Uncle Nate = Sucker!!!&lt;br /&gt;-The movies and football games I got to watch with my father-in-law, as well as the dinners and lunches we got to have together.&lt;br /&gt;-The smile my wife gave while watching our daughter unwrap presents or playing in her ball pool.&lt;br /&gt;-Laughs from Danny, whether it's text, phone, face-to-face...&lt;br /&gt;-The numerous long conversations with my brother about life, ministry, movies, football, memories, hopes, video games, family, music, and Best Buy.&lt;br /&gt;-The 2009 Brothers Bowl (not aired on ESPN or ESPN2, but hoping for a contract)...without even throwing a pass&lt;br /&gt;-A couple of free movies with some incredible guys &amp;amp; sticking it to Yuppietown (yes, this counts as one present because they go hand-in-hand)&lt;br /&gt;-The tears in my mother and mother-in-law's eyes while Amanda and I opened gifts with that “I love you so much more than I could give you” look.&lt;br /&gt;-Laughs from Afghanistan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONORABLE MENTION:&lt;br /&gt;So these don't make the Top Ten, but worth telling you about:&lt;br /&gt;-The look on my wife's face after Claire spit-up on her...face. And in her hair. And on her neck. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch and conversation at the Country Fisherman in Mendenhall, Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;-Remington Drive&lt;br /&gt;-Getting to have Christmas breakfast with my cousin Brett&lt;br /&gt;-Whitney, Perryn, Reed the Man-Child, Dani, Torri, Christopher (excuse me, Arthur!), Gillian, War-chief Will, Bailey, and other old-schoolers&lt;br /&gt;-Bragging about the students I have the blessing to know to people who probably won't meet them this side of eternity&lt;br /&gt;-TOD with Mongoose&lt;br /&gt;-The look on some of some former students' faces when they saw Claire...with me!&lt;br /&gt;-A Playoff spot (Thanks, HG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on...I hope you enjoyed what you were given, because the best gifts aren't found under a tree or in a box or even with a bow. So, for the final time, Merry Christmas to you, and a Happy New Year!! May you learn to thrive in the overflow and drink from your saucer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-6897241000390403520?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/6897241000390403520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-top-ten-list-of-best-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6897241000390403520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6897241000390403520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-top-ten-list-of-best-christmas.html' title='My Top Ten List of Best Christmas Presents this year!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-7674773028353876425</id><published>2009-12-21T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:59:25.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College CRASH Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Simply put: I love the CCC Party. Now, I'm sorry to any and all that may be offended by the following, but I must give credit to my friend "Trips" and admit that I readily agree with her presumption that it is my favorite Christmas party/event I attend yearly. It is simply unbelievable!! Here's the rundown from this year's event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had about 35 folks gather in the YAB (we gotta get a better name for that thing!) to celebrate. Of course, Ricardo spent the large portion of the day cooking, which happened to be spaghetti with a special sauce this year. Magnificent! Of course, the conversation was filled with stories of the freshly concluded semester, memories of times together, and simple laughter from the joy of once again being reunited....and many remarks about Stephanie's interruption of one HIGHLY emotional (and Jamaica's favorite) Prison Guard's story of God's faithfulness on the mission field!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the meal ended (and the laughter grew), we re-arranged for our annual College War over who could walk away with the finest prize found in the wrapped packages!! There were many candidates for best gift: Terminator movies, G.I. Joe, Nerf Shotguns, Snuggies...all great gifts. The most popular gifts (those most traded) were items like a Hello Kitty Toaster, a Mag Lite, some other kind of flashlight, an iTunes gift card (illegal), the Bump-It, and a funny-yet-awkward board game. But the most desired gift above all was the shirt. Now this isn't just ANY shirt. No no, this shirt was special. It was from my friend K-Town, and this shirt had to change hands at least 20 times or more!! I'd love to tell you more, but it just couldn't do it justice. Once the smoke cleared and we all realized what we had done, we smiled, laughed, loved, and cleaned up. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this post meant to inspire you? Remind you of what you missed? Bore you? While it may have accomplished all of this, the purpose of these words were to remind you to do one special thing this Christmas: spend time with the people you love, and love every minute of it by loving them. One of the best gifts you get every year, but rarely take the time to stop and be thankful for, is the people in your life that make the most of your life. Enjoy your parents, friends, siblings, cousins, grandparents, neighbors, in-laws, or whoever else you absolutely adore. Your Christmas would be quite lonely without them. You can always find new presents, but those beautiful people God has placed in your life are the true gifts. And just like all presents, Remember, don't shake too hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, THE GREATEST GIFT is Jesus Christ, which is why we celebrate Christmas at all. Praise God for the greatest Christmas present I could never find on my own: Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to All!!! Much love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-7674773028353876425?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/7674773028353876425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/college-crash-christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/7674773028353876425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/7674773028353876425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/college-crash-christmas-party.html' title='College CRASH Christmas Party'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-3235097275283639326</id><published>2009-12-09T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:52:05.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>I belong to the most beautiful two girls God ever created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-3235097275283639326?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/3235097275283639326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/3235097275283639326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/3235097275283639326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-4252199693651872624</id><published>2009-12-07T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:39:13.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>My wife and daughter have been missing from our house since Friday morning. Here are a few differences I have noticed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-It's quieter...and this isn't necessarily a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;-Lots more available hot water&lt;br /&gt;-I've left my 360 controller out on the coffee table for a record 3 days without putting it up&lt;br /&gt;-Elvis and Riley sleep LOTS more than I originally thought (maybe I'm just THAT boring!)&lt;br /&gt;-There's a LOT more room in the bed when I'm the only one...but I fill that space with pillows&lt;br /&gt;-I can turn the TV up LOUD...even after 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are just a few things. It's been different. There have been some nice things about it. But overall, I'm ready for them to get back. Elvis just doesn't make me smile like Claire can, and Riley isn't that good of a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our CRASH Leadership Christmas party. It's going to ROCK!! Our parents have volunteered to serve the leaders that volunteer to minister and love on their children (teenagers). What a wonderful way to celebrate Christmas!! Giving back to those who give freely of themselves for the benefit of their teenager! I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I'm home, I still imagine the girls around the house. Prime example, I'm waiting for the party to start and the guests to arrive, and started looking in the mirror thinking, "If Amanda were here, she'd make me change outta these blue jeans and 3/4 length t-shirt." So now I'm in my Sunday pants with button-down shirt!! She'd be so proud (don't tell her I'm still wearing my Pumas though!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I'll leave from the party and embark to my two-dog-empty home. The Packers are playing tonight, and since no one will be at the house to watch tv, I've already changed the channels on BOTH tvs to be on the right channel to where when I get home, alls (for you, PPP) I have to do is turn on them on and watch the game!! After much victorious delight (hopefully), I will retire to sleep in my big, lonely bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a relaxing and quiet time without my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL (...yeah, all 3 of you that read this...BUT YOU MATTER!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-4252199693651872624?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/4252199693651872624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4252199693651872624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4252199693651872624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-1685095374532413752</id><published>2009-12-03T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:09:22.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tiiiiiiime is Heeeeeeeere...(Which Christmas Special is THAT from??)</title><content type='html'>I love the Christmas season, as do many, and enjoy seeing it come around each year. Now, I also don't mind seeing it go away for a little while, but love having it around. My ideal Christmas season involves lots of cold weather (snow optional...although I've never had a white Christmas and would like to try it out sometime), eggnog -- particularly Vanilla Spice (can I get an a-men from a male McCabe?!?), bright Christmas lights, seeing ALL my friends and family, Christmas music, incredible Christmas movies, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Which Christmas movies? Glad you asked...(not in this order necessarily):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation ("Take you out in the desert, leave ya for dead??")&lt;br /&gt;Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer ("I want to be...A DENTIST!")&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Story ("Fra-jeel-a...oh, must be Italian!")&lt;br /&gt;A Charlie Brown Christmas ("Sure, Charlie Brown, I'll tell you what Christmas is all about.")&lt;br /&gt;Elf ("Buddy the Elf, what's your favorite color?")&lt;br /&gt;Fred Claus ("The lightning quick guy with the yellow thingies...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know, even though you didn't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that's why this is MY blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-1685095374532413752?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/1685095374532413752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-christmas-season-as-do-many-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/1685095374532413752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/1685095374532413752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-christmas-season-as-do-many-and.html' title='Christmas Tiiiiiiime is Heeeeeeeere...(Which Christmas Special is THAT from??)'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-387568742841255665</id><published>2009-11-24T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:00:15.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jerry,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear JMc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's up!! Hard to believe it's been 20 years! A lot has changed since we hung out last, but overall, I suppose not much really. I mean, sure, people age and life does its thing, but I'm about the same. Of course, as you know, I got married to an incredible girl. I would LOVE to see the two of you hang out! That would be a trip! You would get along great, that's for sure!! I've told her about you, so she's excited about meeting you someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's Claire. We had her ONE YEAR Birthday just two weeks ago!! Now THAT'S a crazy thought!! I remember telling you about her, but there's just so much more to it than I expected! I'm sure you wouldn't be too surprised, given the whole 'parenthood' thing, but for me it's pretty mind-blowing. I'm sure much of it is learning how to be a parent, but little girls?? That's a whole new ballgame! She's a mess too! She's walking all over the place, which increases her "mischievous" factor. She &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wants to be able to climb. I'm sure that part will get here soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate's going back to school. I suppose it's not 'school' but more of PTA...school. Ok, so maybe it is school. He's got this crazy hunger for schooling, which is ironic because of how many times you had to 'encourage' him to work harder. It worked. The boy's a genius. He's got more knowledge about stuff I can't even spell!! And through it all, he hasn't lost his edge of hilarity. The basketball thing didn't work out, but I know you're still proud of him. Besides, I just couldn't see him in the NBA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's steady busy, as usual. She does her thing at the kitchen at church every week. It may give her a headache every now and then, but she loves it. Every time we talk on the phone she brings it up. But you know her: loves to cook for large groups of people, so it's right up her alley. Other than that, she loves being a grandmother, and she really is a "Grand"mother. She loves it. It's funny, but still shows my stupidity and naivity, but she's still teaching me stuff about what an incredible parent looks like. You'd think I would have learned and developed the deepest sense of parenting/hood from her, but she still surprises and amazes me. I don't know how you pulled it off, but you married WAY over your head!! Congratulations though!! Personally, I know there was absolutely no one better for you or the job ahead of you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In closing, 20 years is a lot, but I know when we get together, we'll have more than enough time to catch up. Take it easy and enjoy yourself, even though that's a little silly to ask. I know you're loving it! Tell the family I said hello. Don't know when I'll see you again, but know that I think about you everyday. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovingly your son,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JMc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-387568742841255665?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/387568742841255665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-jerry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/387568742841255665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/387568742841255665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-jerry.html' title='Dear Jerry,'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-3398196274737265096</id><published>2009-11-23T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:59:07.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mo' Woe to Me!!</title><content type='html'>Y'know, I kinda like blogging. It's not a passion or something I think about all day, nor is it something I do on a consistent basis (life happens, and that's more fun than typing). But I still enjoy it. It's a great way to just throw something out there that I'm thinking about or working through...or just something to get out of my head and onto paper...er...screens...uh...or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, approaching Thanksgiving. Nah, I'll blog on that tomorrow. Yeah, I'm aiming for two blogs, two days. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have witnessed a certain lifestyle that really confuses me. I understand what it's about, but the sources that I have seen it lived out in, it just doesn't make sense to me. So let's discuss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain mentality exists 'out there' that is, more or less, a pitfall of common thought. I call it the "victim mentality." To sum up a quick definition, the victim mentality is that mindset someone has that leads them to believe that things are never their fault; that it's always the forces beyond their control that brings this down on them rather than their own actions (or lack thereof); a mentality that takes on a re-active response rather than a proactive one; a mindset that focuses on the 'woe is me' in certain situations and a content with that remaining the focus. This mentality is one that none of us are beyond or incapable of having, but a trap that convinces us of a lack of responsibilty or ability to have the power to change things by our own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this getting confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it in people that refuse to accept the fact that they are, or could be, wrong in a situation. Rather than accepting fault, they accuse the outside world of the putting them in the situation. It's a mentality that focuses on self, rather than the bigger picture. They see how the situation affects 'me' vs. how 'me' can affect the situation. It's a "me-first-and-only" attitude that is a form of justification of action (or lack thereof) that paints the person to look like the victim in the situation. That way, the outside world makes excuses for that person. They do not hold them to the same standard as everyone else...or at least, that is the ultimate goal for the person with the victim mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for ya: "Make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that. Don't be impressed with yourself. Don't compare yourself with others. Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best you can with your own life. (Galatians 6:4, The Message)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation? Live your life. Quit making excuses for yourself. Quit justifying your short comings. Stop looking at what others have done that supposedly put you into the situation that YOU got yourself in. Accept responsibility for your mistakes. Stop worrying about everyone else when it's your situation. Do what God has called YOU to do, because no one else in existence can live out God's will for YOUR life. And don't be stuck on yourself. Open your eyes. Recognize the outside world and then take your place in allowing God to use you to change it. Admit when you're wrong. Stop trying to take the splinter out of everyone else's eye when you have a plank in your own. And it's ok to ask for help! That's what the Body of Christ is here for!! Quit blaming them, and accept the goodness God offers through them. Stop being 'me-focused.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a victim.&lt;br /&gt;It just might be your fault.&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do about it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The people are watching.&lt;br /&gt;The Father is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your move...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-3398196274737265096?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/3398196274737265096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-mo-woe-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/3398196274737265096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/3398196274737265096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-mo-woe-to-me.html' title='No Mo&apos; Woe to Me!!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-5516205984284969148</id><published>2009-11-12T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:08:46.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Stone-thrower-person!</title><content type='html'>If you want to be a martyr, move somewhere that what you do or believe is illegal. Stop standing on a hill of self-righteousness throwing stones at the innocent, believing and convincing others it's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no room for self-righteousness before God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-5516205984284969148?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/5516205984284969148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheers-n-jeers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/5516205984284969148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/5516205984284969148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/cheers-n-jeers.html' title='Hey Stone-thrower-person!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-1794490773774708813</id><published>2009-11-09T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:12:19.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Baby(?) Claire!!</title><content type='html'>What a difference a year makes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Dear Sweet Precious Claire!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated. We ate. We Chuck E. Cheesed. We ice creamed. We laughed. We visited. And now, just like last year, we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought life was awesome until a year ago. Then I learned what living was really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amanda. I love you so much for sharing and bringing this joy in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Claire. I love you! We'll have our struggles, but none so great to overshadow my love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God. You are the Giver of Life, Love, Baby Girls, Sweet Wives, and overall--angels. You never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy First Birthday, Baby Claire!!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy loves you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-1794490773774708813?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/1794490773774708813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-baby-claire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/1794490773774708813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/1794490773774708813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-baby-claire.html' title='Happy Birthday, Baby(?) Claire!!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-5072366717226479427</id><published>2009-11-04T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:21:55.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny for Your Thoughts is Still Too Steep!</title><content type='html'>I respect all kinds of people for all kinds of reasons. Some gain respect based off profession and their willingness to lay it down for someone else (i.e. firemen, police officers, teachers, military, etc.). Some garner respect for the sweat that it takes to successfully pull off a job. A hard worker is not easy to come by, so hats off. Others merit respect through integrity, or success rate, or even how they lift everyone else around them to a higher level. Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But daily I learn more and more how much respect I need to give to ministers. No, not because I am one, so don't think I'm patting myself on the back. Trust me, I'm not even worthy enough to be an intern's associate's secretary's part-time secondary trash-taker-outter temp. No, I'm learning what those folks have to deal with for the rest of their lives, not just when they're in the pulpit or office, or when they're "on the clock" (which, for the record, is 24-7-365-ever for ministers...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One area that I'm becoming highly educated in recently is that of opinion. You've heard the saying, "Opinions are like belly buttons--everyone's got one," or something similar. But ministers apparently cannot afford to have their own. See, as I have learned, a minister's opinion is drastically different than someone else's opinion. Lots of people have and give their opinion, and it's either accepted or refuted in fun or debate. Then, when the conversation has moved on, they're still the same ol' same ol' person they were before they interjected their thoughts. The difference for ministers is that they are never heard as a person. Their opinions are always heard in the context of ministers. See, whenever the topic is dropped or the conversation has moved on, people still hear the opinion of that person (who is a minister) and volunteer it in the context of other areas of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next problem lies with the receiver. See, everyone has their expectations of ministers. Many people tend to think that ministers can be used as a walking, breathing doormat to walk on and force their ideas upon because ministers are always supposed to be validators of opinions and never argue or dispute. But if/when they do, then suddenly that minister becomes a "problem," closed-minded, or my favorite (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;) "doesn't like me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Charlie Churchmember befriends Mickey Minister. They get along well, and have even had a few lunches or dinners together with family. One day, Charlie discusses with Mickey his ideas on something totally unrelated to the church. Let's say he brings up thoughts on a local principal at school. Charlie doesn't like the principal. That principal "got onto his kid one day when he didn't deserve it!" (One day, we'll dive into the idea of parenting teens...but I digress) Mickey disagrees with Charlie and supports the principal because of his consistency and integrity. Let's also pretend that Mickey has no children in that school. Suddenly, the situation becomes factual that our minister doesn't like Charlie's kids and is glad they got in trouble, and also supports Mr./s. Principal that believes in yelling at innocent children, which leads to a biased opinion of Mickey's children in Charlie's eyes, and even goes into the reality of refusing Charlie's children to hang out with Mickey's children. Then, when Charlie gets around some other parents that don't like the principal, the ensuing conversation starts with, "Well, y'know our minister supports this evil person..." It's not, "Mickey likes the guy." Nope, it's the 'minister' and his opinion that gets attacked, which leads others to take issue with the 'minister' in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to laugh or disagree, but I've seen it happen over and over again. And yes, even that exact situation has been carried out with people I know!! It's ridiculous. I haven't been burned as bad as "Mickey" and other ministers I know (mainly pastors and longer-tenured ministers), but I've seen it and experienced it a few times myself. And people wonder why ministers don't have many close friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I suppose all this is just one 'minister's' opinion. In the grand scheme of things, my opinion really doesn't matter. And sometimes, it may even differ from your own. If so, don't paint ministers with the paintbrush of stupidity or small-mindedness. Blame me and me alone. I may not be able to afford to have my own opinion, but at the same time, your own may be a little overpriced!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-5072366717226479427?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/5072366717226479427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/penny-for-your-thoughts-is-still-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/5072366717226479427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/5072366717226479427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/penny-for-your-thoughts-is-still-too.html' title='A Penny for Your Thoughts is Still Too Steep!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-8417483717221838959</id><published>2009-11-01T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:58:36.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer Genes &amp; Magazines</title><content type='html'>It certainly won't be the last time, but this is the first. I haven't "blogged" in a while (still not a fan of that word!), but I have plenty of thoughts. Unfortunately, they aren't linear, so this will just be a 'what's on my mind' type-o-thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of tabs/bullet points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Va-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-tion!!!! That's right!! As of tonight, I am unofficially officially on vacation! Amanda and I haven't taken a vacation in THREE YEARS!! Seriously, the last vacation we were on was our one year wedding anniversary to Orlando, which was BRICK!!! Loved it! Had a blast! Do it again!! But, between busy schedules, pregnancy, baby, and great big awesome cool stuff, we've never found the time, place, or money to have another...till now!! Granted, it's just to the beach for a few days, but I am sooooooooooooo pumped for some down time with my family!! So, if you need something for the next few days, as my friend Philip would say, "Call somebody else!" (Seriously, if either of you need something, call me...it just might be a day or two before I get back with you...or....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt;...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Green Bay lost. AGAIN. To the Minnesota Vikings. AGAIN! I am displeased by this. AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My brother's heart hurts. This may be the 'Designer Genes' part of the title, because when he hurts, I hurt for him. It sucks. He's pretty ticked off right now too, so you may not want to bring it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love football magazines, but other than the month of May, I have no new mags to read. This is serving two purposes in my life: 1) God's telling me to read something else, something more of His...taking a book on vacation, and 2) I'm in a football pool that I really suck at and am in last place, so I don't think the magazines are helping. Great. Last place again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Did I mention I'm on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I went back and did the high school thing again, what would I do different and how would I screw THAT up!?! I see many of our students at church rockin' it out, but so many that are just standing on the sidelines with their thumb up their...gloves, waiting for someone to do Life for them. WHAT?!? Live YOUR LIFE!!! Quit expecting others to do it for you!! You can do it!! I've seen it done before!! People are watching and waiting for your example! They need you to show them how! I'm one of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, this may get me kicked out or at least reprimanded in Baptistland, but my new show is 'Modern Family.' Yes, I know this show portrays a gay couple with an adopted baby, which would make staunch conservatives frown on me for my "attitude of acceptance" and what not. Look, I get it. No, I'm not down with homosexuality. It's a sin and displeases God because it's not what He intended when He created men and women different. Did it take God by surprise? No. We're humans. Have you seen how bad we messed up SO MUCH OTHER STUFF? Even if He didn't know everything (which He does) or see what was going down before there was anything we are familiar with (which He did/does), do you really think that after all this time anything we do would surprise Him?!? Besides, I sin. I'm a sinner. I don't justify it, but my sin is just as much sin as anything or anyone else's. Love the sinner. Dislike the sin. That's what God does for me daily. 'Modern Family' shows where we're at as a society with a humorous spin. Besides, have you seen how funny that junk is?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And now, to close, a list of heroes (in no certain order):&lt;br /&gt;Spider-Man, Hulk, Nate, Abraham Lincoln, Mom, Wallace, Mongoose, Bonhoeffer, Yukon Cornelius, Jack Bauer, Ruckus, Sawyer, John David Stutz, DavEd, Claire, Reed, You, Coop, Durden, William Wallace, Anita, Jerry, Butch, and Amanda. (Jesus is a given, so don't write ugly messages!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always remember: Help control the pet population. Have your pet spayed or neutered!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-8417483717221838959?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/8417483717221838959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/designer-genes-magazines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8417483717221838959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8417483717221838959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/11/designer-genes-magazines.html' title='Designer Genes &amp; Magazines'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-4261168473960769951</id><published>2009-10-24T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:14:08.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years and Counting</title><content type='html'>This week I celebrated my 4th wedding anniversary...with my wife. Someone asked me today, "Does it seem like 4 years?" My response was a simple 'no', but now that I've done some thinking...the answer is still 'no.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a certain aspect to the whole thing that perhaps adds to this brief time I've had with my bride, so I'll be honest with you (all 3 of you that actually read this!!!): I could do better. Seriously, I don't think I'm awful at being a husband. I mean, I've never done it before meeting Amanda, so it's not like I have tons of experience to draw from. I haven't read lotts of books on the subject, which is again my fault. But after an evaluation of the big picture, I could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my vow: I vow to make the next 4 years of my marriage 400% better than the first four. I vow to pay more attention to the little things, and to finally learn how to pick up on those "subtle hints" that seem to go right by without me noticing them. I vow to listen more and not try to 'fix' everything. I vow to have more date nights, even if we don't leave the house. And I gotta learn how to make my wife smile &amp;amp; blush again (blush out of flattery, not embarassment...she's done plenty of that). It doesn't happen as much as it used to. Why am I telling/typing you this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ask me about it sometime to make sure I'm following through. More importantly, ask my wife, she'll know better than I will if I'm doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, I love you and thank you for allowing me to have the greatest and most complimentary title any guy can ask for: your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Are you blushing, A?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-4261168473960769951?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/4261168473960769951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4261168473960769951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4261168473960769951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-years-and-counting.html' title='4 Years and Counting'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-6955651155786129821</id><published>2009-10-15T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:25:22.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things change, the more they stay the same</title><content type='html'>I am a loser.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know, I'm totally ok with it!! That's the best part! I'm a dork, but it's ok!! And you know what else...I've always been a moron!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I went for a short walk down Dunwoody Rd. to Memory Ln. and briefly visited with one of my friends from high school (through facebook, of course). I was looking at old pics and memories, laughing the entire time. While I was not in many of the pics (such a LOSER! I wouldn't have wanted me in them either!), they were of trips and events and days gone by that I remember well. I was laughing at the fashion, the hairstyles, the inside jokes...all the while remembering "who I was." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working with teenagers/students, I have determined and defined the true meaning of maturity. For some reason that I still haven't figured out, the teenagers world is greatly about image. What people think, what people look like, where people go, yadda yadda yadda. You'd think I could come up with something more insightful than that after 12 years of working with students. BUT, I haven't. I'm not very smart, so I like to keep it simple. So here's what I've come up with in regards to defining maturity. This is so complex and deep and brilliant and ingenious that you may need to take a minute to take a deep breath and be prepared to go where mentally you've never been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at all those pics, laughing as hard as I was, it dawned on me that I'm not much different now than I was then. I'm a little older, got married, and moved into the Fatherhood, but I'm pretty much the same guy. Few things are different: I'm not NEAR as self-conscious about my choice of clothes (I just gave up...it didn't work for me then, doesn't work for me now...), I drive a cooler ride, and I can shave now and notice a difference. But everything else is about the same. And that's what's so funny!!! I can laugh at myself then and now!!! I see how bad I screw up and it's hilarious. Sometimes, it's only hilarious after it gets fixed, but still hilarious!! Then? I would screw something up all the time, and then take the next month analyzing it, second-guessing myself, play out 'what-if' scenarios to put me to sleep, analyze the scenarios, and then realize that it was then too late to do anything about it!! All of this probably contributed to the absence of a dating life. But I was hilarious!! I couldn't laugh at myself then, but I can laugh at the 'old' me (young version) just as hard as I can laugh at now me (older version)!! Some of the coolest students I know are the ones that can laugh at themselves and not care! The people that make the biggest impact are those who do not take themselves too seriously. So if you're a student reading this, don't put on the fake "Yeah, I can laugh at myself" just to convince yourself you're mature. Rather, look back and see if you can laugh at some of your most momentous blunders in your life!! If they still sting, give it time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't take yourself too seriously. No one else does, so you're only wasting YOUR time!! Rather, enjoy the ups and downs; the victories and failures. Embrace life for what it is and quit trying to make it something it's not!! And who knows, maybe one day on your trip down Memory Ln. at the end of the street where you OWN A HOUSE (it's still weird at times!! I'm not old enough to own a house...), you'll be able to look back, laugh, and learn that life is about the here and now and not what was or what it might be. And always remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ok to laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special thanks to you, C!! Thanks for the grins!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-6955651155786129821?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/6955651155786129821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6955651155786129821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6955651155786129821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-things-change-more-they-stay-same.html' title='The more things change, the more they stay the same'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-8276984135006553021</id><published>2009-10-12T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:16:39.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Writing a Classic</title><content type='html'>Many people would think what I'm about to do is blasphemy. If that's you, it's ok to be wrong. Some would think I'm making lite of an age old song. If that's you, you should probably stop thinking for yourself for a few days. But while this is a re-write of an age-old favorite, it's still my testimony. I'm no lyricist, but try to put the words to the tune. I promise you'll know it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Loves Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Anna B. Warner and William B. Bradbury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Re-written by some local idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus loves me! This I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Bible and the evidence of forgiveness and grace and an unending supply of unfailing love tell me so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little ones, and tall ones too, to Him belong;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are incredibly weak and worthless and ignorant and sinful and incapable of doing anything on our own, but He is strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me (for some reason)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me (even though I don't deserve it)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me (and it changes my life daily)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible, through the Holy Spirit showing me meaning and understanding, tells me so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking to get in the studio as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your song?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-8276984135006553021?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/8276984135006553021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-writing-classic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8276984135006553021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/8276984135006553021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-writing-classic.html' title='Re-Writing a Classic'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-1120454734743836157</id><published>2009-10-09T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:08:28.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans Cuisine...Worth the Weight!!</title><content type='html'>I love New Orleans!! I love the city and so much that has to do with it! The people are awesome--everyone is always so down to Earth. I love the architecture of the buildings and the rustic feel of it all (some of it is intentional, alot of it is not, and most of that is due to either age, Katrina, or both). I love the Seminary where I spent 3 years studying. I love the people I was here with! My former roommate Mark and I have talked about 2589899776234 times since I've been here. So much about this city still feels like "home" to a certain extent. I miss it. Now, I don't miss the class part of it!! Don't get me wrong, I loved learning and my professors. Awesome, awesome guys!! What I DON'T miss is the anxious feelings in the pit of my stomach as I was running late to class or getting ready for another exam I wasn't fully prepared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this post was for, perhaps, my most favorite aspect of New Orleans: THE FOOD!! I remember being in school down here how much I enjoyed to delicacies of the city, but was always broke. I couldn't enjoy it as much as I would have liked. This visit? I'm diving in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been eating at some incredible places!! Yesterday afternoon, we grabbed some eats at The Corner in Jackson Square. Dinner last night was at Italian Pie on Veteran's Blvd (Pizza Sub). Of course, we topped the evening off at Cafe DuMonde with some beignets and hot chocolate. Yes, it was 81 degrees last night, but nothing tops a beignet covered in powdered sugar, dipped in a hot chocolate. THE BEST!!!!!!!! Today for lunch was Deanie's. This may sound arrogant or disgusting, but I could NOT believe how much I ate!! Seriously, I had the Crawfish Duo (Fried Crawfish tails and Crawfish Etouffee) PLUS a half of a Crawfish PoBoy!! Sadly, I ate it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, remarkably, Kyle and I are discussing where to eat dinner. Tyler and Jimmy are eating at Ralph and Kacoo's with the other prospective students and professors, so we are on our own. Should it be red beans and rice? Gumbo? Or should we just skip supper and bury ourselves in Pralines?? Decisions, decisions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you recommend???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-1120454734743836157?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/1120454734743836157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-orleans-cuisineworth-weight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/1120454734743836157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/1120454734743836157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-orleans-cuisineworth-weight.html' title='New Orleans Cuisine...Worth the Weight!!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-3981220365729349944</id><published>2009-10-08T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:06:11.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30,000 ft. Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>So I'm on my way to the Big Easy with my friends Kyle, Jimmy, and Tyler and I'm 30,000 feet in the air!! How cool is that?!? They offer Wi-Fi on flights now!! Anyway, I wanted to drop a line following up last night's Bible study. We talked about Struggles. I know, I know--how generic. But the angle was to embrace struggle and see what God has for you to get out of it. Too many people run from the struggles in their lives, refusing to deal with their struggles until they get to the other side of it and see what they learned. I want to have struggle in my life. I desire to be more than I am now, and it won't happen if everything goes my way and remains "easy." I want to embrace my struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just a brief synopsis of last night's time in The MIDDLE. Now that you're up to speed, I'm going to ask you to do something. No, it's not about your struggles, but about another friend of mine. Her name is Sarah. She is a year younger than me and her husband was killed last night in a car accident. I know this is HUGE for her, so please pray for her and this time and great struggle in her life. Pray for comfort and strength in the days ahead, as well as God putting people in her life to help get her through this difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane's landing...time to return my chair to its upright position. Thanks for praying for Sarah. See you on the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-3981220365729349944?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/3981220365729349944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/30000-ft-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/3981220365729349944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/3981220365729349944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/30000-ft-thoughts.html' title='30,000 ft. Thoughts...'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-6809737599500381120</id><published>2009-10-05T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:17:05.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Pack, Go!</title><content type='html'>So I'm a die hard Green Bay Packers fan...which isn't impressive right now, watching Aaron Rodgers getting sacked 235367634 times while typing this, and hoping that for one play our offensive line is going to block more than one of the defensive players. BUT, a Packers fan nonetheless. Much has been made about Brett Favre's vacating Wisconsin and playing in purple one state over. With people knowing about my love for the Pack (and being a Mississippi guy, like Favre; and a HUGE Southern Miss fan, where Favre graduated (yes, I was a Golden Eagle before people were mispronouncing Favre's name); and sharing the same birthday as Favre...this is really getting sad, isn't it...), I often get asked about who I pull for in the new rivalry. Understandable question, I suppose, but I believe it shows what sports are dealing with in today's sports world moreso than ever. The one thing that stands out in my mind is the lack of loyalty amongst professional sports. I'd love to know (maybe not) how many "Packers" fans bailed on Green Bay and followed Favre to Minneapolis? And how many crazy Cavalier fans were there before LeBron? I'm sure Manny brought more than a few Red Sox fans with him to L.A. (although most of 'em came for Leach). And when Gretzky was traded from...uh...from the...uh...that team in Canada to...um...or what about Shaq fans? They've got a Shaq jersey from almost every team in the NBA!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does this mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing. I'm a Packers fan. I loved Favre while he was a Cheesehead. I'll love Favre beyond his retirement. But I cannot cheer for him until he retires a Packer. Why? Because I'm a freakin' Pack-fan until it's over!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of over, we just lost the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO, PACK, GO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-6809737599500381120?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/6809737599500381120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-pack-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6809737599500381120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/6809737599500381120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-pack-go.html' title='Go, Pack, Go!'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-4716701992925037227</id><published>2009-10-02T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:52:03.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Luke Mc! Welcome to 30...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-4716701992925037227?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/4716701992925037227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4716701992925037227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/4716701992925037227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819530654679226857.post-888135515457523136</id><published>2009-10-02T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:52:40.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And awaaaaaaaay we go...</title><content type='html'>Some would say I caved to the pressure...&lt;br /&gt;Some might say it's therapeutic...&lt;br /&gt;Others might believe that I "sold out"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't quite figured it out yet, but we'll wait and see if it's a good idea. Let's just begin by calling it "an outlet for expression" and see where it goes from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts here will be completely random with topics ranging from Jesus to football to friends &amp;amp; family to movies to dogs to whatever else crosses this unintelligent mind. Regardless of material, I hope you're at least entertained. If not, read it again (the funny may be in between the lines!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7819530654679226857-888135515457523136?l=thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/feeds/888135515457523136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-awaaaaaaaay-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/888135515457523136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819530654679226857/posts/default/888135515457523136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thundercrackerthrowback.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-awaaaaaaaay-we-go.html' title='And awaaaaaaaay we go...'/><author><name>JMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10032630271266422738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOPRkgif2kU/TD96WubWpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kKIE7RV01KU/S220/Baby+Fight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
