... where I take a look at the best, wackiest, rudest, oddest... Google searches that found Big Ear!

You thought I was talking about my period didn't you? With the ovaries and the eggs and all? No no friend. I DO NOT have a single fallopian tube in my (as Steve Martin would say) "special purpose". Silly Blog reader.

Quite a collection this month if I do say so myself. Little bit blue this time... but that's how I roll eh.



Oh man oh man oh man... Steve Miller is gonna be PISSED when he sees this. And you know how he can be when his lyrics get botched. I know he loves me... that's why he has to hit.



That will be fun at holidays. At least you'll be able to find common ground with "Pork Disdain"



Not a bad idea. But for no more than 40 days OK? Then go back to porn. Actually... don't go back to porn.



Depends. The Female has a number of fun uses. Both practical and "otherwise". Rrrrow! The Male nipple however is very simple. It sits on my chest and gets covered in hair. Yum.



Thank you Alex... The question is "Who are two people who would have nothing to talk about?".



I don't think I have one of those. I mean these... I mean... the picture, the picture. Wait a second... do YOU have a picture?




Is that like the official term of what the Beverly Hillbillies were?

Oh I don't think you meant to search for that. Like... I know he has many gold gloves and all but...



Oh don't you tell me that there was a racist remark on Market Street! I won't hear of such nonsense. In April you say? Rubbish.



I think that was a Wesley wasn't it?



No no silly. Melons ARE Viagra. Remember?



They may be in my bathroom... but they WILL NOT be drinking any Red Red Wine on the new carpet. I don't know what that means.



I don't know about Starbucks... but I always suspected Juan Valdez. Let's start an Internet rumor... OK?



Why?

No really...

Why?

I'm afraid of you sir. Or Mame? (Gagging a bit)



If I was ever going to get an Aislin tattoo... it would be this one. She's my princess eh.

I have a hard time thinking about "today" let alone "yesterday". I get that "today" is important... it's something that I always have to work at doing... but "yesterday"? What's the point? Who cares what happened yesterday. Looking back too much can get you into trouble. Biblically... looking back rarely results in good things. Ask Mrs Lot!

God even gives us the gift of prophesy to be able to see into the future. I don't remember the gift of remembering. Even the end of Matthew 6 that tells us to focus on today... is so that we can focus on tomorrow... tomorrow.

It's never about what happened yesterday... thinking about going back... or staying put... or fighting for the stagnant. It's relaxing in the daily provision and letting go of our worries and preparing to do again tomorrow wherever that path leads.

Life's an adventure... not an insurance commercial.

When your wife can go to sleep in seconds... and it takes you

much

much

much

longer.

Then again, I nearly fell asleep standing up at about 6:30pm at a t-ball game yesterday. Go figure.

It costs me 80 or so Canadian dollars to fill up my Ford Windstar. So in Zimbabwean dollars that would be... 2.6 Trillion dollars.






Nkosi Sikeleli Africa

Let's play a game... I've got a flavorful stew of the semi-interesting and somewhat offensive things that have piqued my interest lately. I challenge you to give me your thoughts on each point using 3 words or less... OK? And go.

1. Anne Jackson from FlowerDust.net and her church called Crosspoint in Nashville have been blogging their way through a mission trip to the Dominican Republic. A few days ago she posed a question that I have asked each time I've left North America...


2. Did you realize that at the time John Lennon made the "bigger than Jesus" quote... he thought of the Beatles as a Christian band? (Whole story here)

3. This is a quote from Jack Nicklaus at the British open about the differences in life for him as a golfer and the way it is today.



4. One more "the state of sports" quote. This is from new (and old) Toronto Blue Jays hitting coach Gene Tenace about his relationship with his wife.



5. This is from my sister Jenn's blog written about leaving Liberia. On her way to the airport, her transport was mobbed and jostled by a crowd demanding to have one the passengers thrown to the mob! (whole blog here)



6. Amazing story about the 10 most racist toys ever... times MAY have changed a touch.

7. I love hearing where songs come from. Here's the story behind Chris Tomlin's "God of the City" song from Passion's new album. It was written by a band called "Bluetree". The story reminds me of my 3 days on the island of Puerto Galera in the South China Sea.

It was just simply heart breaking seeing young Philippino girl after girl hanging off the arms of old dirty white guys. I kept thinking... "it really wouldn't be THAT hard with a little work to see this whole island saved".



8. SUCH a cool anti racism ad from South Africa (putting the darkey in the Watermelon to shame)




1. God's got plans
2. John wavered lots
3. People are soft
4. That's really dumb
5. My sister's cool
6. Hard to believe
7. Come save Brantford
8. Mandela was amazing

My wife gets foxier and foxier each year. When I was in my teens and 20's I figured, according to my calculations, life really began at 30. Krissy and I are now both 31 and I'm quite sure I was right.

Over the years... my wife has got freer and freer. In every which way. There's a line in Derek Webb's new song "I wanna marry you all over again" that says, "I wanna read the Bible and I wanna make out". When we started dating, she was 18 years old. I was a 19 year old new Christian. I was puzzled that I found Krissy the most attractive while she worshiped. At first I was sure that this was living proof of my true lunacy. But it's only gotten worse over the years.

Turns out... the freer my wife gets... the foxier she gets. Husbands, back in the day were really missing out. Back when arrogant insecure men had their wives under their thumb and Lorded verse like...

Eph 5:23-24
For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

... THAT over them. I remember trying to justify this seemingly antiquated concept during pre-marital counselling too. But that verse ONLY makes sense when you follow it up with the next bit of Ephesians 5...

Husbands, go all out in your love for your wives, exactly as Christ did for the church—a love marked by giving, not getting. Christ's love makes the church whole. His words evoke her beauty. Everything he does and says is designed to bring the best out of her, dressing her in dazzling white silk, radiant with holiness. And that is how husbands ought to love their wives. They're really doing themselves a favor—since they're already "one" in marriage.

No one abuses his own body, does he? No, he feeds and pampers it. That's how Christ treats us, the church, since we are part of his body. And this is why a man leaves father and mother and cherishes his wife. No longer two, they become "one flesh." This is a huge mystery, and I don't pretend to understand it all

No kidding this is a mystery. But what I've found is that IT'S MY JOB to love and RELEASE my wife to become a freedom monster. Everything I do is "designed to bring the best out of her". I'm quite literally doing myself a favor in ways that can be blogged about... and lots that can't. The submission from v24 becomes a very natural pleasure.

My, now 31 year old wife, is just getting warmed up in life. She's passionate, skilled, gifted, and gorgeous. You better watch out, because she's gonna change the world in her next 31 years.

Well on one side... I got to go away camping for the "weekend". On the other side...

-An entire trailer hitch fell off
-Two separate people ripped the same tent
- We forgot the key to the boat
- I drove 55 minutes on a wild goose hunt for wood, only to pay 7 bucks a bag at the campground
- It rained... HARD... from the time we sat down for diner last night until the time we bailed on the "weekend" this morning.
- I got soaked to the bone
- I stood shirtless and shivering with other men (one touched my side with his hand. It felt warm. I liked it)
- I wore my first poncho
- Brianna decided not to sleep at night (instead she thought screeching would be a good alternative)
- I got my van stuck in the mud
- The camper door kept flying open on the highway (duct tape was the only solution).
- At one point there were 6 naked girls in my camper (all under 6).

On the plus side... um... there was... um...

oh yeah...

- Nobody got Parasites
- No former Russian Republics were overthrown this weekend.
- Steven Page did not show up with his bag of "Tide".

aaand I'll admit. It will be a funny memory. Now that it's over.

About 2am or so... a man hollers at us from the other side of the street... "HEY... are you a church?" We told him, "No... we're snake-handlers... of course we're a church!"

We started chatting about our new graffiti decor and he gets a big smile on his face and says, "HEY you're the church from the paper today!" (We actually heard that a number of times tonight, usually followed by sloppy drunken high fives). We began to chat with this slight man named Dave with a British accent. Almost immediately, God said to me... "he's sick". I told Brian in a quite voice, "he's sick". 5 seconds later, Dave says, "I'm dying".

Dave was from Brantford but had lived in England for 20 years where he worked and was very successful. But Dave was given a death sentence and has come home to Brantford to be with his family... and presumably die.

Dave is a Christian. Believes in the whole gambit but is, as he puts it, "is caught between two shores". He's not afraid of dying... but believes there is more of this life to live. He is discouraged because Brantford looks worse than it did before he left... but he knows there is something that needs to happen here. Dave is at a real significant point in life.

So if you drove by down Market Street at 2:45am tonight, you would have seen three guys, sitting on bar stools, holding holds, praying and prophesying health, destiny and wisdom over each other.

If you had been in Freedom House at 3:15am, you would have seen Dave still sitting on a bar stool with an acoustic guitar singing "Oh when the saints" with a rustic British vocal paintbrush.

If you were in my den with me at 4:02am... you'd have heard me say, "Holy Crap it's late".

I'll tell you what though... some things that "polite company" (who I STILL don't think I want to have over) assume are "none of my business" are the very things that people are dying to have someone care about and even intrude into. You are the "Hope dispenser" and time is not your own. Give, give give give give give

give

Proverbs 19:17 Mercy to the needy is a loan to God,
and God pays back those loans in full.

From today's Freedom House Blog:

Freedom House has been in the Brantford Expositor in back to back days! We're movers and shakers baby. Yesterday it was because we'll be presenting our "Dora, The Incredible Hulk and a Tree" at the Brantford Rocks Festival July 26th in Harmony Square.


Here are the highlights... (Whole article here)

We're the "Shrek Puppet Show". Ha! We'll be on the stage at 11:30, but we also have a booth down at the square and I'll (Dave) be MC'ing the whole day along with Jamie from BrantNOW.com so plan on coming down and hanging out to celebrate Brantford with us!

Then TODAY in the Expositor... Susan Gamble did a GREAT story about last Sunday's Church tagging fun! (Whole article here)
I simply LOVE that Freedom House is a church that is...


...involved in our community. Life together with each other and God is vibrant and full of life! The way it should be. See you tonight on the street. If you missed last week's story of what happend on the street, you should check out my (Dave) blog for the story.

Come on out... you never know what might happen!