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Random Church Thoughts

I've been hearing some new names of churches lately.  I don't like any of them.  Why is it that we have to have fancy new names?  Will it make people come?  I won't name them here so as not to offend anyone, but I'm sure you can think of a few yourself.  If I could choose a name for a church, I would simply name it "Church".  Then it would make it easy to answer.  Where do you go to church?  I go to "Church".  But now we have to say silly things like, "I go to Washing Stone." or "I go to River Flowing".  And make sure you have a coffee shop in your church if you really want to be progressive. OK, our church doesn't have a funny or catchy name.  Maybe we should change it.  But for now it is what it is.  We meet in a hotel conference room.  Sometimes the electricity goes out.  Yesterday the powerpoint worked during practice time but almost at the beginning of the service it stopped working.  The poor song l...

Angry City

Last week there was a horrific gang rape in the city.  Actually, every rape or gang rape is horrific, but this one has caught the attention of the city.  So people are protesting and causing problems.  The men themselves who committed the crime would like to be killed.  The poor girl is fighting for her life in the hospital.  And the city is angry. The girl and a guy friend were not out super late.  I think it was around 9PM.  They boarded a bus which is like a tour bus.  These buses go around the city at night because there are too few city buses.  On the bus were six guys.  They beat the guy friend and took turns raping the girl.  The driver kept driving.  Then they did pure evil which I won't go into.   Finally,  they stripped the pair and through them out of the bus.  The girl has had her lower intestines removed and is fighting infection in her body.  She is 23 years old.  There are rapes...

Christmas Parties

This year I have been invited to a lot of Christmas parties.  Well, not exactly invited, but I have a lot of parties to go to.  And not like I am crashing the parties that I wasn't invited to either.  These are parties like, the school functions, the home that I work at has a party, and church parties.  But I am only going to a few of the parties that I could go to.  The reason being.... okay, i have a list of reasons. 1.  Potlucks - Many of the parties are the kind that you are suppose to bring a delicious dish to share.  I don't cook.  I don't bake.  I don't make delicious dishes.  So I have this dilemma of going if I'm not going to make something.  If it is a big group, then I don't feel bad not bringing something.  But a small gathering would notice that I didn't bring anything. 2.  Crowds - I am socially awkward most of the time, but trying to get better.  I can only take so much on one day.  So if I ha...

Giving

Another area in life where I am not perfect in is in giving.  Giving my offering at church is no problem, but it is giving to others that I have a problem with.  Especially when the person asks. Steve is a kind person.  He is much kinder than I am.  That is one of the things I love about him.  We have a friend who borrowed money a few years ago.  He said he would pay us back in 3 days.  He then said he would pay it back in a month.  Six months later he still promised to pay it back.  He doesn't have an education to enable him to get a good job, so he has had to work hard to make money.  Since he never paid us back, I told myself that I wouldn't loan him money again and if he ever asked, I would let him know that it was because he never paid us back that I was not going to help him. Last week this friend came to us.  We knew he had been trying to find a job for a while.  He is now married and has a child to take care of, ...

Lacking

I have been found lacking.  Or more accurately, I find myself lacking.  I am lacking in patience.  I guess I have known this for a long time, but even more now that our nephew is staying with us.  He is a wonderful 19 year old who is full of life.  He is very talented in many different ways.  I have tried to learn how to play the drums from him when we had a drum set at the house.  I try to be funny like him.  I try to do tricks like him.  He has taught me many things.  But maybe the hardest lesson I have had to learn is to be patient.  Out of all the Weightmans I know, my nephew may be the slowest at leaving the house.  It really is a close race though.  His grandfather is pretty slow.  I don't know how many times I have been rushed to leave the house by Steve's dad only to end up sitting in the car waiting for him to finally come out.  And every Sunday morning Steve says, "Let's go!" and I end up standing ou...