In Honor

This week we send off the papers to form our LLC (Limited Liability Company). Stuntman Clothing will live! The TM is looking good, and we're moving forward.

In honor of the occasion ... we present you with this fine site, which you may find entertaining. Enjoy.

Laugh Yoga Nothin!

The plan to check out laugh yoga (see last post), was interrupted by one of the greatest surprise birthday parties in history. Thanks to my wife for putting it together and to all of you that made the trek.

It truly was a surprising, wonderful and joyous day from the balloons to the frisbee to the pizza, presents and games.

More than anything, thank you for being friends that bless me, humble me, and make me more than I could ever be on my own.

I am blessed and so very thankful!

... and breathe

I think my head is finally above water now. It's not quite the end of the quarter, but the worst of the papers, test, and projects are finally over.

So, what am I going to do with my small bit of spare time? Laughter yoga ... I just saw it on TV! They meet every week in Laguna Beach. Classic.

CSM

Last weekend Krista and I took a group of 9 high school students into inner-city Los Angeles, which by the way is not nearly the full name of the city, and worked with the Center for Student Missions.

It was an amazing weekend. We had a chance to be in worship and prayer from Friday until Sunday, and we did it with some of the most needy, spiritually attuned people you could ever hope to meet. We sang praises with "grandpa" on a street corner, we broke bread, we prayed together, we got on the ground (the cold hard ground) and reminded ourselves of what real need is ...

The list goes on. It was the body at work. We experience church, not the planned 60 minutes of liturgy, but the life of faith lived out in fellowship with the Lord and his people. It was the church gather and the church moving both at the same time.

It was beautiful.

Thank you to those of you that prayed. Thank you to those of you that joined together with us physically. Thank you Jesus.

I remember

My dad used to make us read poetry on the way into school. He would bring the book and drive at about 45 down the freeway just so my older brother and I had more time to read. You can image how excited two high school guys were about that. (On occassion the book of poetry would disappear, but they always seemed to print more for dad to buy.)

Anyhow, I came across this reading the other day. I remember this poem, and this guy reads it well. So, this one's for you dad.

The Cremation of Sam McGee