Camping out...sort of

I've just returned from what can only loosely be described as camping out. I stayed in a fancy camper on a bed. There was running water, working toilets and electricity in abundance. It was more like staying over at someone else's house...who lives in a trailer park...in the woods.

Don't get me wrong, I'm no die hard camper who thinks this is the sissy way to do it. I would have a hard time doing it any other way, which could explain why I don't get into the woods very much.

One thing that really made me think this weekend is how amazing God's world is that he has put us in to live. Since the beginning of time the beauty that he created...the waters and skies and trees and rocks...has been around. They aren't outdated or obsolete. They never go out of style. Nothing that we have created or can create will match the splendor of God's work. It is timeless.

Why not the digital highway?

Who would have guessed? An introverted guy like me actually throwing out some thoughts for all to see. As I stumble and bumble my way through existance, trying to find my way back to life that is full and back on a path towards God, I must dare to make some steps in totally new directions. 'You can't change, while staying the same. You can't follow while standing still.'

Maybe there is an on ramp from the internet. Maybe there is a liberating power that comes with just being who you are laying everything out there for all to see and not really worrying about what they think. Maybe this could be a start to something really great in my life...a vehicle for improvement.

Prequel: I heard a Ping, but no Pong

It was a great party.  We all had too much to drink, but we weren't going anywhere.  Just a bunch of guys, young and old, hanging out in JB's basement poking fun at one another and playing various games of poker and ping-pong.

I remember my dad falling victim to having his drink topped off every time he turned around, which no doubt explained the shouts of, "My baby's getting married." and "NO NO NO, YOU'RE OUT, YOU'RE OUT!  I HEARD A PING, BUT NO PONG!" during a round-robin tourney.

Good times.

From the push-up contest with my dad to taking a whizz in the basement floor drain, it certainly will be a night to remember.