Click to enlarge and read.If you've read my posts for very long you know that I am not an uncritical supporter of Israel. But I'm also not on board with the international outrage over the suffering of the Palestinians living in Gaza in the face of Israel's military action against Hamas. Israel acted against Hamas because that Palestinian group broke a six-month cease fire by repeatedly launching rockets into Israeli towns from locations within Gaza. Even now, with Israeli forces in Gaza, the rocket attacks continue. Hello! Stop the rockets and the Israeli army goes home. Not all that tricky.
You've probably heard the reports of the Palestinians killed in the attacks. I don't understand how that happens when Israel literally calls ahead, telling the people in or near the target that the attack is coming and they should get out of the area. Over the weekend a Hamas leader and eight members in his family stayed in their house after they got the call telling them it would be destroyed in an hour. Huh??
And I'm sorry if this sounds totally cynical, but have you seen the footage of Palestinians running through the streets after Israeli shelling, carrying young children in their arms, presumably heading for a hospital? Have you noticed that those kids show no visible wounds? Do you suppose they would stage that dash for the news cameras?
A man was walking through the hills and dales of Scotland and stopped to get a drink out of a stream.
A shepherd came up to him and said, "Dinna take a draught oot of the riffle, laddie; 'tis poorly wi' the dregs o ma cattle."
(Translation: "don't dring the water from that stream, sir; it's full of cow dung.")
The man indignantly replied: "I'll have you know I'm English. Please address me with the English language, you heathen."
The Scot replied, "I said, 'use both hands, sir. You'll get more in your mouth.'"
We had a good morning at Pathway. Stuff happening. It's fun to see God at work in hearts and minds. Birth imminent?
This morning was also our first birthday. Four families plus Pam and I met in Josh & Aubri's family room for the first time on January 6th, 2008, the first Sunday of the new year. God has certainly blessed!
In the second hour we covered the Babylonian, Medo-Persian, Greek and Roman Empires. I know, that sounds like WAY too much to work through in one lesson, but this is a pretty sharp group and they take it in as fast as I can give it out. Next week they'll be able to tell me the methodology each empire used to maintain control, the founder of each, its capital and the impact of that empire on the flow of God's plan. (They're going to get an exam, but don't tell them that. It's a surprise.)
Tomorrow morning I'm going into Scotsdale to do the demolition on a new job at a rental condo unit, now empty. A leak behind the front wall of a tile tub surround has turned the drywall into mush, and the tile is collapsing into the wall as a result. I'll rip out all of the tile and drywall in the entire surround. Then I'll replace all of the plumbing, fixing the leak in the process, put up cement board and finish off with new tile.
But here's where it gets interesting. When they built this complex in the 70's they didn't put in individual shut-offs for each unit. Once a month, on a Thursday (I don't yet know which Thursday) they shut off the water to the entire complex for three hours so any plumbing repairs can be made. That means that I have three hours to cut out the existing plumbing - the old manifold and faucets - and install a new manifold and faucets. I can't check for leaks; when they turn the water back on at the end of the three hour window it's on for the next 30 days. If I have a leak at any point in the assembly....
My dad had a good idea: step one is to install a shut-off valve on the water lines upstream of the manifold. That way I can shut off the water if the manifold or faucets leak. I don't yet know if there will be room for those valves, but I will after tomorrow's demolition is done and the wall is opened up.
Matt asked me this morning if I was "all better" after my surgery. The answer is a definite yes. The incision site is fully healed and no longer tender. But more importantly, I'm feeling a whole lot better on the inside. I knew my attitude, my disposition was in the toilet, but I didn't realize how much. I have my sense of humor back. OK, maybe that part isn't an improvement.
CNN.com has an article titled, "True Love Can Last a Lifetime."
My immediate reaction was, true love does last a lifetime. If it doesn't, it wasn't ever true love.
Then I read the article. They did brain scans on some couples together for decades and found that a small percentage of them respond to each other with the same passion that is typically found only in couples together for less than two years.
Do you see the problem? They've equated passion with love! Is this not too typical of the western mind-set? Sex, physical attraction, and love have become synonymous.
Shallow, and doomed to failure.
Come up with a brain scan that traces commitment and we'll talk about love.
You've probably heard the reports of the Palestinians killed in the attacks. I don't understand how that happens when Israel literally calls ahead, telling the people in or near the target that the attack is coming and they should get out of the area. Over the weekend a Hamas leader and eight members in his family stayed in their house after they got the call telling them it would be destroyed in an hour. Huh??
And I'm sorry if this sounds totally cynical, but have you seen the footage of Palestinians running through the streets after Israeli shelling, carrying young children in their arms, presumably heading for a hospital? Have you noticed that those kids show no visible wounds? Do you suppose they would stage that dash for the news cameras?
A man was walking through the hills and dales of Scotland and stopped to get a drink out of a stream.
A shepherd came up to him and said, "Dinna take a draught oot of the riffle, laddie; 'tis poorly wi' the dregs o ma cattle."
(Translation: "don't dring the water from that stream, sir; it's full of cow dung.")
The man indignantly replied: "I'll have you know I'm English. Please address me with the English language, you heathen."
The Scot replied, "I said, 'use both hands, sir. You'll get more in your mouth.'"
We had a good morning at Pathway. Stuff happening. It's fun to see God at work in hearts and minds. Birth imminent?
This morning was also our first birthday. Four families plus Pam and I met in Josh & Aubri's family room for the first time on January 6th, 2008, the first Sunday of the new year. God has certainly blessed!
In the second hour we covered the Babylonian, Medo-Persian, Greek and Roman Empires. I know, that sounds like WAY too much to work through in one lesson, but this is a pretty sharp group and they take it in as fast as I can give it out. Next week they'll be able to tell me the methodology each empire used to maintain control, the founder of each, its capital and the impact of that empire on the flow of God's plan. (They're going to get an exam, but don't tell them that. It's a surprise.)
Tomorrow morning I'm going into Scotsdale to do the demolition on a new job at a rental condo unit, now empty. A leak behind the front wall of a tile tub surround has turned the drywall into mush, and the tile is collapsing into the wall as a result. I'll rip out all of the tile and drywall in the entire surround. Then I'll replace all of the plumbing, fixing the leak in the process, put up cement board and finish off with new tile.
But here's where it gets interesting. When they built this complex in the 70's they didn't put in individual shut-offs for each unit. Once a month, on a Thursday (I don't yet know which Thursday) they shut off the water to the entire complex for three hours so any plumbing repairs can be made. That means that I have three hours to cut out the existing plumbing - the old manifold and faucets - and install a new manifold and faucets. I can't check for leaks; when they turn the water back on at the end of the three hour window it's on for the next 30 days. If I have a leak at any point in the assembly....
My dad had a good idea: step one is to install a shut-off valve on the water lines upstream of the manifold. That way I can shut off the water if the manifold or faucets leak. I don't yet know if there will be room for those valves, but I will after tomorrow's demolition is done and the wall is opened up.
Matt asked me this morning if I was "all better" after my surgery. The answer is a definite yes. The incision site is fully healed and no longer tender. But more importantly, I'm feeling a whole lot better on the inside. I knew my attitude, my disposition was in the toilet, but I didn't realize how much. I have my sense of humor back. OK, maybe that part isn't an improvement.
CNN.com has an article titled, "True Love Can Last a Lifetime."
My immediate reaction was, true love does last a lifetime. If it doesn't, it wasn't ever true love.
Then I read the article. They did brain scans on some couples together for decades and found that a small percentage of them respond to each other with the same passion that is typically found only in couples together for less than two years.
Do you see the problem? They've equated passion with love! Is this not too typical of the western mind-set? Sex, physical attraction, and love have become synonymous.
Shallow, and doomed to failure.
Come up with a brain scan that traces commitment and we'll talk about love.
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