Check Thy Holy Underwear

Following rabbit trails has always been an amusing sport for me, and although I can't give my full attention to all of the rabbit trails I stumble over, I have recently found a very interesting one to which I will give some attention on this post. Recently, I started thinking about Paul's teaching about putting on the "armor of God" in Ephesians 6.

Waving hello

Just got my first personal preview with Google Wave. I hate jumping on bandwagons, especially for the sole reason that Google's name is pasted on it, but it seems to me that Wave is the only innovation to a system that has basically not changed since I first started using the internet. I don't think I have really seen much innovation on email other than being able to do it from my phone, but that really isn't any different from an email on my computer.

Anyway, I am excited to see what Google has cooked up, and I am also excited to see how everyone else is going to either copy or improve upon it, if Google does not stay ahead of the curve.

New layout, new blog

Instead of spending all my time writing today, I updated the look of my blog, and made some account changes to more effectively manage my blogging endeavors. So the result is that not only is Beating the Ho-Hum Drum much less humdrum, but the address is now hohumdrum.blogspot.com. All the posts are still available for my reader(s?), and at the old address (pdrobbins.blogspot.com) I have added a new blog that more aptly fits the address.

I have been writing conversations with God in a journal, and I am posting those conversations at the old blog address, and I will continue to post here, pulling largely from the ideas and meditations from living, journaling, reading, etc.

So, to those who stumble onto this blog, I hope you enjoy what I have posted.

Threading a Needle in a Haystack

Today, as I was spending time with the Lord, I heard Him tell me that I was like a mixed metaphor. At first, I thought it was silly of the Lord to tell me this using a simile, but then the severity of what He told me set in. Mixed metaphors can be funny, but are usually unacceptable form, and I really did not like the idea of being like something unacceptable.

Italian Tortilla

Tonight, I was faced with a typical daily problem for many people all throughout the world. I had no idea what to make for dinner. I looked into our fridge, and noticed the contents: leftover stew, leftover pot pie, leftover mashed potatoes, etc. All looked like viable options, but then my eyes settled on “the big one.”

Two Billion Jesuses

For the last several months, I have been leading small group discussions in an Alpha course at the local Episcopal church in town. Although I really dread classifying myself within a denomination, I recognize that in order for other people to understand my Christian experience, I usually have to classify myself as a charismatic. Tonight's discussion was centered around the question of "What does the Holy Spirit Do?" and during the discussion, we began to discuss spiritual gifts.

Happy Veteran's Day

Both sides of my family are military men. My grandfathers, both deceased, my father and some of my uncles all served in the military, specifically the Air Force. My father flew C-130 Hercules in Vietnam, a plane that saw many dangerous missions, and I am proud of my father and, of course, am happy that he made it back to the states, otherwise I would not be here.

So, Dad, thank you for your service, thank you for your bravery and willingness to fight for a free world. I am proud to be your son. I know the following fly-by does not do much justice to the real thing, but here is a tip of the wing to you. I love you Dad.

Watch me, Daddy!

Imagine a park, a playground bustling, the shrieks and shouts of children playing. Around the playground are the parents, minding their own business, reading, taking care of a baby or chatting with other parents, all the while keeping a watchful eye that their son or daughter does not swan dive off the monkey bars.  Almost invariably, a youngster will fling from the playground at some point in the scene, and run to their parent. It doesn't matter the activity in which the parent is engaged, the frantic youngster will make any and every effort to disrupt the parent's activity in order to get their parent's undivided attention.

Killer squirrels and dip cones...

I recently watched Marley and Me, a little begrudgingly, because I do not like to watch movies before I read the book. My dad mentioned the book to me a few years ago, and I remember really wanting to read it, but I just never got around to it.

Be vewy vewy quiet...

Be still, and know that I am God... (Psalm 46:10)

Being still is a learned skill, especially in these times we are living. Our eyes are bombarded with images on a constant basis with things to eat, do, watch, play, hear, whatever. On top of that, most of these things require money. To make money, you better be moving, especially in a slow economy.

The Purpose Crashed Life

Defining moments are not uncommon in any person’s life. Often, they can take a person by surprise, and if addressed, can radically change the course of that person’s life. I am in one of those moments.

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