I was without power for three days and trapped in my house with no heat, no hot water (hence the permanent bed head) and very little to occupy my time. Not sure why it occurred to me that my digital camera case had two full batteries in it, but I ended up taking lots of pictures and video. This is a little teaser for an eventual full vid that I will be putting together. Clearly, it’s tongue in cheek. View the standard definition video below, or click here to watch in HD. :)
“I’m going to hell, but I’m okay with it. There’s a special place reserved just for me.”
These were the words of a cashier at the grocery store I went to last night after church, spoken to the bagger just as I walked up to the register. Initially, I wrote them off as a joke, as nobody who believes there’s a hell to go to would really be okay with going there… would they? I got my grocery bags, loaded them in the car, and sat there with my keys in the ignition.
I grew up in a Christian family, and as long ago as I can remember, I was attending a small Baptist church with them. I accepted Christ and was baptized when I was still in grade school. While that’s certainly something to be thankful for, at times I think that those of us who grow up in the church don’t really appreciate what we’ve got, and I think it can easily make us lukewarm in our faith.