Perhaps I can convince you that I was trying to set a record in not updating this blog for over a year? :clapclapclap: Aren't you impressed?
Why then, would I want to break such a record and write a post? Excellent question.
The truth is ... there are approximately 4 blog posts that I have been mulling about on my heart and in my mind for nearly a year. I don't have the words. I have tried to have the words. And every time I have tried writing a post, it turned into a rant. A vocalization of my frustration at the passive-aggressive posts of friends. An attempt to be deeper than the fluffy posts. An attempt to air successes better than the 'ta-da!' posts.
But then I would be the hypocrite.
And so I stopped and deleted.
This year, I hope to put a few of those posts in words without the rant, irritation, and lack of compassion exuded from my words when I first attempted the posts. Without sounding stuffy, God grant me the grace to write about the few things that He has put on my heart without being offensive, defensive, obsessive, prideful, petty, or dull.
The new challenge is to post again before a year passes ...
Friday, January 3, 2014
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Advice follow-up by little cousins ...
Back in April, I had this discussion with my little cousin Grace:
Grace "You *can't* be 22 cuz you're not married!"
Me "You can be 22 and not be married yet."
Grace "No. If you're 22 and you're not married, then you're not 22. You're a teenager."
Grace "You *can't* be 22 cuz you're not married!"
Me "You can be 22 and not be married yet."
Grace "No. If you're 22 and you're not married, then you're not 22. You're a teenager."
Me "Well, I can't marry somebody unless he's the right person and I don't know who he is yet."
Grace "Well, stop everything and find the right person."
Me "Someday, Gracie."
Grace "Find harder!"
Grace "Well, stop everything and find the right person."
Me "Someday, Gracie."
Grace "Find harder!"
Ah, so black-and-white to my boy-crazy little cousin.
Last Thursday, we met up for ice cream and 7-year old Grace decided to follow up on our previous conversation.
Grace "When do you start teaching?"
Me "On Monday!"
... she pauses ...Me "On Monday!"
Grace "Did you find a boyfriend yet?"
Me "No, Grace ..."
Grace "You really need to do that. You are 23 now and can't be a teacher if you're not married. It's just not good. You at least need a boyfriend by Monday."
Me "Haha, not gonna happen by Monday. It's ok, Gracie. Really."
She eyes me suspiciously before shrugging and giving up on me for a little while. Someone is itching to wear a fancy dress at a wedding ... it just so happens that it is the future flower-girl/junior bridesmaid role they're after!
Me "No, Grace ..."
Grace "You really need to do that. You are 23 now and can't be a teacher if you're not married. It's just not good. You at least need a boyfriend by Monday."
Me "Haha, not gonna happen by Monday. It's ok, Gracie. Really."
She eyes me suspiciously before shrugging and giving up on me for a little while. Someone is itching to wear a fancy dress at a wedding ... it just so happens that it is the future flower-girl/junior bridesmaid role they're after!
I expect her to follow up on this conversation around Christmastime :D
Saturday, June 30, 2012
A summer evening ...
We were sitting on the porch swing. The sun had set a little over an hour ago, so the trees in the distance were dark silhouettes against the navy-purple sky. Night sounds filled in the background as we talked. His legs are longer than mine, so conversation was interrupted several times to discuss the correct way to swing to avoid this awkward elliptical motion we were currently achieving. Our conversation was all over the place, touching on friends, politics, religion, family.
It was fun. It was pleasant. It was the perfect way to spend a summer night.
Then he looked over at me and grinned.
"Want to hear my Yeti mating call?"
And with that, my nearly 21-year-old brother Rory cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a resounding "sooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The sound reverberated over the trees in the back woods, piercing the "perfect" night.
Needless to say, this sent us into a giggle fit. The next few minutes were filled with Rory's newfound strange animal mating call attempts ... complete with Wookie, moose, and dying cat.
Ok, ok. The dying cat was me ...
It was fun. It was pleasant. It was the perfect way to spend a summer night.
Then he looked over at me and grinned.
"Want to hear my Yeti mating call?"
And with that, my nearly 21-year-old brother Rory cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a resounding "sooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The sound reverberated over the trees in the back woods, piercing the "perfect" night.
Needless to say, this sent us into a giggle fit. The next few minutes were filled with Rory's newfound strange animal mating call attempts ... complete with Wookie, moose, and dying cat.
Ok, ok. The dying cat was me ...
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Answers so soon ...
Be careful what you ask for, right?
Two weeks or so ago, I wrote up my "summer bucket list" of things I would like to do, accomplish, and experience this summer. It's quite the long list that will take more than one summer to complete. However, in there, there are a couple of more-immediate goals and needs. A 'goal' was for more opportunities to play the piano and to work my way back up to the point of "piano proficiency" I had reached 8 years ago. A 'need' was for a "real" job. Both were things that I prayed for.
Monday. Dad gets a phone call from the worship leader at church (Dad plays violin with the "worship team") ... asking if I could play the piano or keyboard as Pastor (who normally plays piano) would be out of town.
Gah! Wait no, God, I didn't ask to play for church - that's not what I meant! Please let someone else do it. I don't know the more contemporary songs and the praise team a bunch of scary, crazy good musicians. It will be a disaster if I say yes. You've seen my hands shake.
But, for some reason, I was impressed upon to say "yes". So I said yes.
Tuesday. Mom is talking on the phone (:eyeroll: ... she's always talking on the phone) and her cell rings. It's my old piano teacher calling. Mom motions that I have to answer ... talking on the phone is, umm, not my favorite thing. Whatever, I can handle this. My old teacher wants me to play piano at her church service the following Sunday as she is the church pianist and will be out of town.
Goodness Lord, what are You doing? I'm not a real pianist. And I plain-old don't want to do this. Is this what you thought I meant? Maybe I phrased my prayer incorrectly.
This time, I tried to come up with more excuses, but she said to let her know. I mentally fought with this all day ... but finally, I realized ...
What good were all those 9 years of piano lessons if I'm just gonna' say 'no' every time? What about the reason that I always told people that I wanted to be able to play and serve the Lord? What if I'm never going to be any better of a player than I am right now? What if now is the time that the Lord wants me to play, not some distant "someday"?
So again, I was impressed upon to say "yes". So I said yes.
Wednesday. At lunchtime, I went for the interview for summer math teacher at a local private all-boys boarding school. I really wanted this job. I prayed for this job. I needed the teaching experience, I needed the wages. It went well.
Later that evening, I went to the practice session Wednesday night with Dad and Roman and Mason (who were asked to sing and play guitar, respectively). "Tense" is a mild way to describe my feelings and posture. But as soon as we got done introducing ourselves and praying as a group, I really can't describe the wave of relief that pretty much washed over me. That's one of those expressions that is overused, but it genuinely felt as though a wave came over me as God bashed my apprehension into bits. Not only did the rehearsal go well, I actually enjoyed it. The people were just - so real - so nice - so wanting to honor God with every ounce of their being. It was refreshing and encouraging.
Lord, I am so glad that you "made" me say yes. This is still a very weird, a-little-surprisingly-sudden answer to my prayer of wanting to play piano more often ...
Thursday was sort of a "blah" day with nothing spectacular going on (planting urns and cleaning out a garage at the flower shop doesn't exactly make the summer bucket list) ... except waiting and anticipation of finding out if I got the job.
Friday. I followed up on the job interview with an email to the chairperson (as he had requested) and awaited his reply. Surely God would answer my prayer on this one. It would be the perfect position. 17 cemetery urns and 10-potting-soil-filled-fingernails later, I get a response email about the job.
"I am sorry to inform you ..."
That's all I needed to read in that sitting. The rest of the consolation job rejection email could be read later.
Honestly, I don't understand. Why not? Is it that I just don't have the experience? God, I needed this job. Goodness, I just need a job. What could the reason possibly be?
Needless to say, it was disappointing and a little ... depressing. I know, I know. 2 weeks out of school and "still unemployed" is not the end of the world. It's just not fun to keep being "rejected".
Saturday was another "blah" day with more planting around graves for the flower shop and a lot of organizing/unloading of stuff we had retrieved from my apartment Friday night. It was hot and sticky. Oh, as a side note, I apparently know how to make milkshakes that rival ice cream shop shakes ... good to know ...
Sunday (today). The service and music went very well - the Lord calmed me again. Then came the sermon from Pastor L ... on the "What if's" of life. What if __________ had happened differently? What if ____________ had been chosen instead? The questions we ask ourselves every day.
His text was chosen from Philippians 3:
My too-long-already sermonette could keep going, but the things that I was reminded of were ...
Nothing I do for my own glory counts. It's all worthless except what is done for the Lord God. The most important thing right now is for me to know God. There is no "what if I had gotten that job?" - it's now in the past, and I need to forget that which is behind. Reach for the things ahead of me. Press forward toward the mark.
There is a reason that God answered my prayer for more piano-playing in such a quick way. There is a reason that my prayer for a real job is still seemingly unanswered. There is a reason that God didn't want me to have that teaching job. There is a reason that I need to keep looking. There is a job. Or maybe there isn't. Maybe it's something else entirely.
Whatever it is, I have been reminded that God's got the whole "roadmap" of my life to look at ... it's my job to follow His lead and press forward.
If you actually read all of this, go get yourself some ice cream. You deserve it ...
Two weeks or so ago, I wrote up my "summer bucket list" of things I would like to do, accomplish, and experience this summer. It's quite the long list that will take more than one summer to complete. However, in there, there are a couple of more-immediate goals and needs. A 'goal' was for more opportunities to play the piano and to work my way back up to the point of "piano proficiency" I had reached 8 years ago. A 'need' was for a "real" job. Both were things that I prayed for.
Monday. Dad gets a phone call from the worship leader at church (Dad plays violin with the "worship team") ... asking if I could play the piano or keyboard as Pastor (who normally plays piano) would be out of town.
Gah! Wait no, God, I didn't ask to play for church - that's not what I meant! Please let someone else do it. I don't know the more contemporary songs and the praise team a bunch of scary, crazy good musicians. It will be a disaster if I say yes. You've seen my hands shake.
But, for some reason, I was impressed upon to say "yes". So I said yes.
Tuesday. Mom is talking on the phone (:eyeroll: ... she's always talking on the phone) and her cell rings. It's my old piano teacher calling. Mom motions that I have to answer ... talking on the phone is, umm, not my favorite thing. Whatever, I can handle this. My old teacher wants me to play piano at her church service the following Sunday as she is the church pianist and will be out of town.
Goodness Lord, what are You doing? I'm not a real pianist. And I plain-old don't want to do this. Is this what you thought I meant? Maybe I phrased my prayer incorrectly.
This time, I tried to come up with more excuses, but she said to let her know. I mentally fought with this all day ... but finally, I realized ...
What good were all those 9 years of piano lessons if I'm just gonna' say 'no' every time? What about the reason that I always told people that I wanted to be able to play and serve the Lord? What if I'm never going to be any better of a player than I am right now? What if now is the time that the Lord wants me to play, not some distant "someday"?
So again, I was impressed upon to say "yes". So I said yes.
Wednesday. At lunchtime, I went for the interview for summer math teacher at a local private all-boys boarding school. I really wanted this job. I prayed for this job. I needed the teaching experience, I needed the wages. It went well.
Later that evening, I went to the practice session Wednesday night with Dad and Roman and Mason (who were asked to sing and play guitar, respectively). "Tense" is a mild way to describe my feelings and posture. But as soon as we got done introducing ourselves and praying as a group, I really can't describe the wave of relief that pretty much washed over me. That's one of those expressions that is overused, but it genuinely felt as though a wave came over me as God bashed my apprehension into bits. Not only did the rehearsal go well, I actually enjoyed it. The people were just - so real - so nice - so wanting to honor God with every ounce of their being. It was refreshing and encouraging.
Lord, I am so glad that you "made" me say yes. This is still a very weird, a-little-surprisingly-sudden answer to my prayer of wanting to play piano more often ...
Thursday was sort of a "blah" day with nothing spectacular going on (planting urns and cleaning out a garage at the flower shop doesn't exactly make the summer bucket list) ... except waiting and anticipation of finding out if I got the job.
Friday. I followed up on the job interview with an email to the chairperson (as he had requested) and awaited his reply. Surely God would answer my prayer on this one. It would be the perfect position. 17 cemetery urns and 10-potting-soil-filled-fingernails later, I get a response email about the job.
"I am sorry to inform you ..."
That's all I needed to read in that sitting. The rest of the consolation job rejection email could be read later.
Honestly, I don't understand. Why not? Is it that I just don't have the experience? God, I needed this job. Goodness, I just need a job. What could the reason possibly be?
Needless to say, it was disappointing and a little ... depressing. I know, I know. 2 weeks out of school and "still unemployed" is not the end of the world. It's just not fun to keep being "rejected".
Saturday was another "blah" day with more planting around graves for the flower shop and a lot of organizing/unloading of stuff we had retrieved from my apartment Friday night. It was hot and sticky. Oh, as a side note, I apparently know how to make milkshakes that rival ice cream shop shakes ... good to know ...
Sunday (today). The service and music went very well - the Lord calmed me again. Then came the sermon from Pastor L ... on the "What if's" of life. What if __________ had happened differently? What if ____________ had been chosen instead? The questions we ask ourselves every day.
His text was chosen from Philippians 3:
7 But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ.
8 Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,
9 And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith:
10 That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death;
11 If by any means I might attain unto the resurrection of the dead.
12 Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus.
13 Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,
14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
My too-long-already sermonette could keep going, but the things that I was reminded of were ...
Nothing I do for my own glory counts. It's all worthless except what is done for the Lord God. The most important thing right now is for me to know God. There is no "what if I had gotten that job?" - it's now in the past, and I need to forget that which is behind. Reach for the things ahead of me. Press forward toward the mark.
There is a reason that God answered my prayer for more piano-playing in such a quick way. There is a reason that my prayer for a real job is still seemingly unanswered. There is a reason that God didn't want me to have that teaching job. There is a reason that I need to keep looking. There is a job. Or maybe there isn't. Maybe it's something else entirely.
Whatever it is, I have been reminded that God's got the whole "roadmap" of my life to look at ... it's my job to follow His lead and press forward.
If you actually read all of this, go get yourself some ice cream. You deserve it ...
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Summer bucket list!
This is more of a starting a new phase of life bucket list ... but we'll start with summer, ok?
- Go to bed before midnight.
- Go boating or sailing.
- Play racquetball.
- Resist the urge to cut my hair as soon as it gets hot.
- Take a trip. Or several.
- Visit a new state or new friends.
- Pay off my car. Ok, that's going to take more than just this summer, but it's getting much closer!
- Spend time studying and researching all these Biblical topics that keep popping up and I keep wondering about.
- Take my little cousins out for a play or concert or something.
- Learn about, practice, and work on learning the art of photography.
- Buy a nice camera to assist in said goal.
- Go to Blossom Music Center for a concert.
- Attend a community play.
- Become a member of Girard Alliance Church.
- Help out in some way with a ministry of the church.
- Utilize my SNAP fitness membership. A lot :D
- Go swimming.
- Learn how to cook a new dish/meal/dessert. Or several.
- Learn how to fix fish. Ohhh - go fishing for walleye out in Erie and then eat it.
- Start playing the piano more ... work my way back up to the place I was before quitting to work on school (8 years ago ...) and learn some new songs.
- Work. A lot.
- Find a "real" job related to teaching.
- Blog (or at least write down thoughts so they don't escape).
- Find a new restaurant.
- Explore my "local" cities ... Cleveland, Toledo, Pittsburgh, Columbus.
- Go to the Spillway in Meadville, PA, to feed the fish!
- Remind myself that this "freedom" after graduation is what I've always wanted :D
- Paint something.
- Sew something.
- Draw something.
- Sculpt something.
- Wake up early often to watch the sunrise and enjoy the early morning. It's my favorite.
- Stay up late to watch the sunset and enjoy the late evening. It's my favorite.
- Hike and re-explore my backyard.
- Play putt-putt and like it. I don't like mini-golf, so we'll see what happens.
- Drive a golf-cart.
- Play with water balloons ... lots of them.
- Stay offline more without losing touch with everyone.
- Go to a sports event.
- Understand football, or at least have my brothers explain it to me.
- Take pics and videos ... these years are going to fast. Why didn't anyone warn me? Oh wait, they did.
- Chat with my parents.
- Keep everything tidy ... it will be hard with all my apartment stuff crammed back in my 10ft by 10ft bedroom at home, but I am so much less crabby when things are clean.
- Visit the chiropractor often so standing/walking isn't so painful.
- Find a way to transfer all our old home videos onto digital media (somehow) so we don't lose them forever.
- Find stuff to add to this list ... daily.
- Never have a day where I wonder what I did and have to account for missing hours. If I live to be 70 years old, that's only ~615,000 hours. Can't afford to waste them.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Moments ...
Some moments from the last week or so ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Setting: Final review session for all sections of a developmental math class
Location: YSU, Lincoln Building
When: last Saturday morning ...
We had started working on problems similar to ones the students would see on their final exam ... there were about 11 students and myself in the room and while informal, it was still a "class" setting where I was 'teaching' and the students were to raise their hands with questions.
A kid near the front raised his hand in the middle of a problem. I finished my sentence and then called on the student.
"Yeah, uh, I umm just want to let all of you know that I use bleach when I wash my clothes," he stated.
I am beyond baffled and am doing my best to not break into laughter.
"Well," I responded. "That's perfectly ok."
Everyone around him nodded.
"I just wanted to let you all know that in case you smell bleach," he clarified.
Hmm, ok then. Timing is everything. Back to solving for x!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Setting: Riding in the car with Dad
Location: On the way to McDonalds to get a salad
When: last Saturday evening ... a few days after Mom and Dad came to hear my thesis defense
"You know, you are a really good presenter," Dad tells me.
"Thanks Dad!" I say.
"Yeah, you could keep blah blah blah-ing about that moronic mumbo jumbo for quite awhile and hold everyone's attention!" Dad assures me.
Hmm, thanks Dad ... ;)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Setting: Final review session for all sections of a developmental math class
Location: YSU, Lincoln Building
When: last Saturday morning ...
We had started working on problems similar to ones the students would see on their final exam ... there were about 11 students and myself in the room and while informal, it was still a "class" setting where I was 'teaching' and the students were to raise their hands with questions.
A kid near the front raised his hand in the middle of a problem. I finished my sentence and then called on the student.
"Yeah, uh, I umm just want to let all of you know that I use bleach when I wash my clothes," he stated.
I am beyond baffled and am doing my best to not break into laughter.
"Well," I responded. "That's perfectly ok."
Everyone around him nodded.
"I just wanted to let you all know that in case you smell bleach," he clarified.
Hmm, ok then. Timing is everything. Back to solving for x!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Setting: Riding in the car with Dad
Location: On the way to McDonalds to get a salad
When: last Saturday evening ... a few days after Mom and Dad came to hear my thesis defense
"You know, you are a really good presenter," Dad tells me.
"Thanks Dad!" I say.
"Yeah, you could keep blah blah blah-ing about that moronic mumbo jumbo for quite awhile and hold everyone's attention!" Dad assures me.
Hmm, thanks Dad ... ;)
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Out of the mouths of babes
Hope that reading this makes you chuckle as much as it made me chuckle remembering this.
Rewind to about 12 or 13 years ago. The main character here is Roman ... he would have been about 2 or 3 at the time and was super cute and precocious. Not that he isn't now, but you just don't say that about your 15 year-old-now-about-6-inches-taller-than-you baby brother, or so I'm told.
Anyway, being the little kiddo that he was, we were very protective older siblings and tried to keep him from being scared of things. One of the scariest things for him was the seemingly ever-present gorilla in most older movies (think Abbot and Costello kind of movies...). The gorilla scared him to death. So, our remedy was to tell him:
"It's not really a monkey - it's a man inside of a play monkey suit."
See? Very true. He shortened our too wordy explanation simply to:
"Oh! Monkey-man!"
Ok, we can live with that. Exactly. It's not really a scary monkey, it's a man pretending to be a monkey. It worked so well that he decided to really like gorillas and monkeys and chimps. Us older siblings were quite pleased that he was no longer scared and we could watch our Abbot and Costello movies without incident.
So ... enough with the background. On to the story.
Here we were at a Kent Hovind conference in Erie, PA. (For those who don't know, Kent Hovind is an apologetic creationist with a unique sense of humor. Yes, I believe in a literal 6-day creation by God and this blog post is not intended to spark a debate.) Anyway. It was a several day conference in a large church with big screens and hundreds of people ... I loved it. A bunch of my little friends from church were there and Mr. Hovind made paper airplanes with us during the breaks. He kept our attention through the use of powerpoints and humor and engaging lecturing techniques.
Towards the end of one of the last seminars, Mr. Hovind was wrapping up and we were all very encouraged on the evidence for a literal-6-day creation by the Lord God and how The Flood played a role in shaping the world today. It's probably safe to say that there were select few who believed that we have "common ancestors" with apes at the conference.
As Mr. Hovind switched to the next slide - for some reason - the entire auditorium was dead silent. I'm serious. Not a peep. Not a paper rustling. Not a single baby crying. The next slide appeared - a picture of a large gorilla. Fitting in the context of the conference. Suddenly ... a toddler's voice resounded across the entire, silent auditorium:
"Look daddy!!! Monkey-man!!!"
Ah, yes. Roman. The two-foot-tall child perched on Dad's lap with a voice that could carry a little too well was definitely not afraid of monkey-man now. The entire sanctuary erupted into stunned laughter as my Dad's face turned a shade of red that would make Crayola jealous. Poor Mr. Hovind had no idea of the context for why this 3 year old would blurt out the exact opposite of everything we believed. The conference resumed quite effectively ... but oiy, out of the mouths of babes!
This is one of those stories that I can't wait to tell Roman's kids.
Rewind to about 12 or 13 years ago. The main character here is Roman ... he would have been about 2 or 3 at the time and was super cute and precocious. Not that he isn't now, but you just don't say that about your 15 year-old-now-about-6-inches-taller-than-you baby brother, or so I'm told.
Anyway, being the little kiddo that he was, we were very protective older siblings and tried to keep him from being scared of things. One of the scariest things for him was the seemingly ever-present gorilla in most older movies (think Abbot and Costello kind of movies...). The gorilla scared him to death. So, our remedy was to tell him:
"It's not really a monkey - it's a man inside of a play monkey suit."
See? Very true. He shortened our too wordy explanation simply to:
"Oh! Monkey-man!"
Ok, we can live with that. Exactly. It's not really a scary monkey, it's a man pretending to be a monkey. It worked so well that he decided to really like gorillas and monkeys and chimps. Us older siblings were quite pleased that he was no longer scared and we could watch our Abbot and Costello movies without incident.
So ... enough with the background. On to the story.
Here we were at a Kent Hovind conference in Erie, PA. (For those who don't know, Kent Hovind is an apologetic creationist with a unique sense of humor. Yes, I believe in a literal 6-day creation by God and this blog post is not intended to spark a debate.) Anyway. It was a several day conference in a large church with big screens and hundreds of people ... I loved it. A bunch of my little friends from church were there and Mr. Hovind made paper airplanes with us during the breaks. He kept our attention through the use of powerpoints and humor and engaging lecturing techniques.
Towards the end of one of the last seminars, Mr. Hovind was wrapping up and we were all very encouraged on the evidence for a literal-6-day creation by the Lord God and how The Flood played a role in shaping the world today. It's probably safe to say that there were select few who believed that we have "common ancestors" with apes at the conference.
As Mr. Hovind switched to the next slide - for some reason - the entire auditorium was dead silent. I'm serious. Not a peep. Not a paper rustling. Not a single baby crying. The next slide appeared - a picture of a large gorilla. Fitting in the context of the conference. Suddenly ... a toddler's voice resounded across the entire, silent auditorium:
"Look daddy!!! Monkey-man!!!"
Ah, yes. Roman. The two-foot-tall child perched on Dad's lap with a voice that could carry a little too well was definitely not afraid of monkey-man now. The entire sanctuary erupted into stunned laughter as my Dad's face turned a shade of red that would make Crayola jealous. Poor Mr. Hovind had no idea of the context for why this 3 year old would blurt out the exact opposite of everything we believed. The conference resumed quite effectively ... but oiy, out of the mouths of babes!
This is one of those stories that I can't wait to tell Roman's kids.
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