Saturday, October 29, 2011

I Am on a Need to Know Basis

A friend at work mentioned to me the other day that a few of our colleagues were deeply religious.  Ten minutes later, I had listed all forty fellow employees' religious leanings.  Yes, every single employee!

Now, why would I know that information?  It's not like I make a point to extract it out of them over time.

As many of you already know, I grew up in an Independent Fundamental Baptist church that worshiped Bill Gothard and later, Vision Forum.  These organizations are very strict in their religious dogma and require that all members, friends of members, and everyone else (the lost - those that are destined to go to hell) adhere to the same.

In order to require adherence, these organizations emphasize, heavily, the education and training of their victims.  The victims need to understand the exact formulas for salvation and religion, which includes all life decisions.  Thus, just like the Amway representative sees all of his friends and everyone else as potential dollars, the IFB/BG/VF person sees everyone through their fundamental lense of religion.

And that is how I lived for nearly thirty years.

I actually cared what people believed.  It allowed me to slot others into their religious boxes and identify myself "correctly" amongst them.

I'm ready for a different classification.

What beer do you like?  No, not the brand - the type!

How about, do you enjoy mowing the lawn?  Yard work?  Do you care about weeds?  What about raking the leaves after they fall?

Yeah, that should begin a good new habit.

Classify away!

Friday, October 28, 2011

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Renaya, the Writer

Kristine, my lovely bride, takes Renaya, my lovely nine-year-old to school every Tuesday night to sit through a Geology lecture.  Rocks fascinate Renaya.  She has the innocent love of everything that all children seem to possess.  Kristine likes rocks when they come on a gold band.  Innocent enough - except that I'm the sucker that needs to come up with the circlet.

Last Tuesday, the lecture had to be terribly sleep-worthy because Renaya brought home a story she had written about a caterpillar during class.  I'm sure the professor would have forgiven her if she had passed copies of it around to all her mates. 

All I have to say about it is that she has a brilliant mind.  Let her talents loose and she will go far.

Love,  Daddy