Hello old friend, we meet again....

I know. I know. It's been a while. I really have no excuse other than last week was a reeeeeeally long week. And as usual when I sit down to write, I can't really think of anything. So this post will be a hodge-podge of sorts as I have wrestled the lap-top from my beautiful, yet computer hogging, wife.

Me & Paris a couple of OG's
As many of you know last Wed I was arrested for MDA. It was a neat experience and there will be pictures to follow as soon as I remember to get them off my work computer. At one point I realized that this is what Paris Hilton must have felt like. I was making phone calls to most everyone I knew in attempts to raise money. She was locked up in a cell, apparently reading the BIBLE (aka calling GOD). Paris got out when her time was served. I got out when my cell battery died. She was whisked away in an expensive SUV. I was taken back to work in a Saturn. And while there were no paparazzi present as I was leaving, they did take my picture wearing fake card board hand cuffs (the hand cuffs were fake, but they were made out of REAL cardboard for clarification) behind fake cardboard bars (again, bars fake; cardboard real). So I guess Paris is the only OG in that pair. I guess that really kills my street cred.
In all seriousnes, I was able to raise $660.00, which will send a kid to camp. Thanks to all of those that gave. If you thought about giving, you still can by clicking on this link.

I have a story to tell...
Tonight, at small group, we had the great opportunity for each person present to tell their testimony. This was the first time I have done this, maybe ever. Honestly I didn't really feel like I had much to tell. There were only two major events in my life, and neither really affected me greatly. I have often identified with the prodigal son's brother. Why? Because for most of my life I have been the "dependable one." (I was even voted Most Dependable as a Senior Superlative.) So needless to say I have a hard time giving grace to my "prodigle" brothers and sisters out there.
Maybe later on this week I will share the whole story, but for now, thanks to the "messy house friends" known as our small group for allowing me to be open.


The passing of a legend...
The father of an old friend passed away early Friday afternoon. He was at MUSC for his final days, so I was able to spend some time with the family Thursday evening. As I went in to visit with some other friends we all stood around and talked about good times, in the "old days" and I looked over to see his wife gently kiss him on the cheek, as if to say: "Till death do us part. I'm still here." It is my prayer that whether it be when I'm 100, or 30 that Annie knows "Till death do us part, I'm here."
Please be in prayer for the Dyar family. I know they are comforted by knowing their dad is in heaven, and the angels have a new bass for their choir.