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'Cause She Said I Wouldn't

Seven Things to Do Before I Die:

1. Go to Australia
2. Win a Grammy
3. Make a movie
4. Write a book
5. Travel to all 50 states
6. Own a house with a wrap around porch
7. Get married and have some kids

Seven Things I Cannot Do:

1. Backflips
2. Fly a plane
3. Play drums
4. Speak Japanese
5. Sleep
6. Get to work on time
7. Save money

Seven Things that Attract Me to My Spouse [romantic interest, best friend, whomever](not necessarily in this order!):

1. Her smile
2. Her patience
3. Her willingness to fly across the country to see me
4. Her sense of humor
5. The way I feel when she's around
6. How she is strong where I am weak
7. How she is weak where I am strong

Seven Things I Say (or write!) Most Often:

1. "This is what I'm saying!"
2. "She's moving here soon..."
3. "What the frick?"
4. "You're an idiot."
5. "You're a moron."
6. "You're a dumbass."
7. "Yes, Virginia, I am the best musician you know."

Seven Books I Love:

1. Wobegon Boy by Garrison Keillor
2. Blue Like Jazz by Don Miller
3. Couplehood by Paul Reiser
4. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
5. Prayer and the Art of Volkswagen Maintenance by Don Miller
6. Wind, Sand, and Stars by Antoine de Saint Expury
7. Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning

Seven Movies I Would Watch Over and Over Again:

1. About a Boy
2. Swingers
3. Lost in Translation
4. The Royal Tenenbaums
5. Amelie
6. You've Got Mail
7. Sabrina


Church Marketing Sucks: Part 1

It's true. From pamphlets to bulletins to posters, soccer moms using Microsoft Word and its native clip art have been committing font and layout crimes all over the country. To them and their churches I exclaim the following:

- No one likes Comic Sans Serif. It might make a kitschy comeback like moon boots and Tab cola, but I highly doubt it. There are tons of good, free fonts on the web, find them.

- Find that twenty-something in your church that knows Photoshop like the back of his hand and buy them a nice DSLR in exchange for some printwork. You'll be amazed at the results. Write up a contract if it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

- Re: clip art. Rarely is it good. I've yet to see anything native to Word or online that looked good and was worth using. There are lots of good vector illustrations online for purchase cheap. But don't overuse it. Photography can be very effective when it comes to conveying a message in your print piece, hence the recommendation above.

- Stop pandering to thirty-somethings. While yuppies are often the bread and butter when it comes to tithing, teens and twenty-somethings will probably do more for you in the long run with word of mouth and underground campaigns. The biggest companies in the world spend billions of dollars studying them, and for good reason. They can prove invaluable to any entity in ways that are admittedly hard to measure, mostly do to their energy and excitement and lack of responsibility. The downside is that they are often fickle and struggle with staying brand-loyal, so you have to adapt constantly.

To be continued...



So I think I'm going to get back to blogging. Stay tuned.



So after much consideration and after seeing the success Michaela had, I've decided to open my blog to guest bloggers. It's open to anyone who reads, simply email me you post(s) and I'll put them up. I obviously haven't posted in some time and probably won't for a while, due to trying to get sites done for others and brainstorming my own site design. Help me keep this blog alive! If only for Alisa!




I want one, too.



Our House, is a Very Very Very Fine House

So, one of my best friends and I found a great townhome to rent, for a really cheap price, and God totally orchestrated it for us. There is simply no other explanation. My friend opened an apartment book to a random entry, we visited, they cut us deal after deal after deal, and approved us without even requiring a deposit. My friend Benton mentioned last night while hanging out at the studio that he had been studying about God adopting us and choosing us as His children, and this experience has really made me feel like I'm being taken care of in ways I can't even see.

Galatians 4:1-7 Now I say that as long as the heir is a child, he differs in no way from a slave, though he is the owner of everything. Instead, he is under guardians and stewards until the time set by his father. In the same way we also, when we were children, were in slavery under the elemental forces of the world. But when the completion of the time came, God sent His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. And because you are sons, God has sent the Spirit of His Son into our hearts, crying, " Abba , Father!" So you are no longer a slave, but a son; and if a son, then an heir through God.

This isn't about entitlement or health-and-wealth, it's simply about knowing that if God can clothe the flowers of the field, then he will take care of those who are His.

That being said, I'm really excited to move in. Staying with my parents for the last year after being on my own since I was eighteen has been a nice little vacation, but I'm ready to get back to feeling like an adult. My relationship with them has grown, and I've managed to take care of a lot of debts and even had the financial stability to miss a month of work when I got really sick. I found a great new job in that time, which might not have happened if I had felt obligated to stay at my last job due to money restraints, and now I feel fully prepared and ready to tackle being a real adult again. This friend and I are really close and we've lived together before so I don't have to get used to the new roommate thing, and our townhome is really big and we intend to deck it out like nobody's business. I really really really can't wait. I keep calling the landlord to ask when we can get our keys and she tells me "July 30th" every single time but you never know. We're planning a cook-out to christen the new place as soon as possible, and I finally have a place that can house more than ten guests comfortably. You should visit. We have a couch for you to crash on if you'd like, unless you're a girl, in which case we'll find a place for you to stay. If you are a girl, incidentally, you should date my new roommate. Unless of course you are currently dating me, and then you shouldn't. Stay with the one you're with now, cause he likes you a whole lot.



On LDRs, Part Two

Last year, I wrote what I had learned so far about being in a long-distance relationship. In honor of those people embarking on this adventure we in the industry call Hell, I admit that I am not the person to ask.

I wish I could feign even for a moment that a long-distance relationship is easy and for everyone. It isn't easy and it certainly isn't for everyone. I'm not convinced it's for anyone, truth be told.

It certainly isn't for me. No, nothing's wrong, we're not breaking up, I just really hate it. I need a hand to hold and shoulders around which to put my arms. A small cellphone is not a worthy replacement.

It simply isn't natural. It doesn't feel like we've been dating a year. It feels more like a couple of months, due in large part to the distance and the limited amounts of time we've spent with each other. We learn something new about each other every visit. Sometimes those things are fun and good. Sometimes they suck. Worse yet, you learn new things about yourself, and they always suck. The new things I learn about Alisa are usually her likes and dislikes. The things I learn about myself are usually what an enormous bastard I am. Now, on any given day, I'd much rather find out that she really likes artichokes or dislikes handling raw chicken than to find out that I'm a sinner exploring dizzying new depths of my own depravity.

The advantage to this is that it confirms what I have always believed: that in order to fully understand grace, you have to fully understand the depths to which your brokenness descends. It's the law of contrasts. I only understand the grace my girlfriend gives me because I understand what a jerk I can be. To clarify, she has never made me feel like I am a jerk; I just do something and realize it later. God's grace works the same way. To call ourselves sinners saved by grace doesn't mean we live out the fallen nature from which we've been saved. It means that in order to most fully live by the grace of God, we have to acknowledge the depths from which He plucked us. In order to fully understand life, we have to understand death. Light is brighter when you know what dark looks like.

Receiving grace this way makes giving it a little easier to swallow. Grace can't come from you. You're fallible and incapable of something as selfless as unconditional grace. But when you receive it from God, and I mean really receive it, you hold it in your heart until such a time arises that you pour it back out on someone else. If you find yourself without the grace to give away, it's because you don't know how to receive it in the first place. Do you think God's grace is in limited supply and you're out simply because He's out? Certainly not. You're out because you dammed up the conduit.

While important in everyday life, this is essential in a relationship. You're going to screw up. You're going to be moody and frustrated and a pain in the ass. So is the person you're with. Sometimes grace means talking things out. Sometimes it means shutting up for now. Sometimes it means showing someone how to most effectively provide for you emotionally, and sometimes it means being selfless and ignoring your own needs. The trick is to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em.

So, spend whatever time you need storing up that grace inside yourself, because sooner than you expect, it will come time to pour it out. Be continuously filled, while continuously emptying yourself of it, and your relationship will thrive according to God's will.

Oh, and get a good cellphone plan.