Monday, May 24, 2010
I am interested in the nicknames for sports teams. Some of the nicknames involve actual animals such as the “Eagles”, the “Panthers”, or the “Lions”.
Other nicknames relate to composite animals. One example is the “Bearcats”.
A bearcat is a combination of a cat and a bear. Another example is the “Bulldogs”. A bulldog is a combination of a dog and a bull. The final example is the “Bobcats”. A bobcat is a combination of a cat and a Bob!
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
fear of darkening sun
terror of blood red moon
turmoil of whirling wind
chaos of swirling mist
tongues of consecrating fire
pouring out of Holy Spirit
sons and daughters prophesy
young men see beyond the world
old men dream salvation’s bliss
all the people call the Lord
dawn of great and glorious day!
See Acts 2: 1-21
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Saturday, May 22, 2010
Ezekiel’s Rap
(A dramatization of Ezekiel 37: 1-14)
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom,
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
The Spirit of the Lord took Ezekiel’s hand
And led him down to a hot, dry land.
He felt despair and he felt cold dread
To find himself in the valley of the dead.
Dry bones by thousands was the thing he saw.
The terrible sight filled his mind with awe.
Nothing moved, not a sign of life…
The wind cut through like a long sharp knife.
Like a knife, like a knife, like a long sharp knife.
Like a knife, like a knife, like a long sharp knife.
The Lord said to Zeke, “Can these dry bones live?”
He said, “That’s an answer only you can give.”
“Then prophesy and give my Word.
Speak of the will of the living Lord.
These loose dry bones are still as death,
But they’ll come to life from my Spirit’s breath.
Tendons will form as they start to thrive.
Muscles will grow and the skin come alive.
Then you will know that I am the Lord.
You’ll know I speak with a powerful Word.”
Hear the Word, hear the Word, hear the powerful Word.
Hear the Word, hear the Word, hear the powerful Word.
So he prophesied and the Word was spread,
The message sent to the long, long dead.
It was silent there as he looked around.
No moving thing could then be found.
The air was still, the sky was black.
Then the earth was split by a mighty crack.
The noise Zeke heard was more than fright’ning.
The Spirit of the Lord hit the bones like lightning.
Crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, doom, doom.
Crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, doom, doom.
A rattlin’ sound came across the ground.
The hot dry bones slowly moved around.
The bones came together with a clickity clack.
Tendons formed and their muscles grew back.
Their bodies took shape but they had no breath.
They still had the look of eternal death.
Give us breath, give us breath, give us back our breath.
Give us breath, give us breath, give us back our breath.
Then the Lord said to Zeke, “Prophesy to the breath.
Bring these dry bones back from death.”
So he prophesied and obeyed the command.
The four winds came from across the land.
From north and south and east and west,
The wind filled the lungs in every breast.
Feel the wind, feel the wind, fill the Spirit in the wind.
Feel the wind, feel the wind, fill the Spirit in the wind.
Then the dry bones stirred and up they arose.
Their parts connected from their heads to their toes.
Their muscles stretched and their hot blood flowed.
Their bodies had strength and their clear eyes glowed.
Row after row, what a mighty throng.
A vast array, many thousands strong.
Take a breath, take a breath, and take a long, deep breath.
Take a breath, take a breath, and take a long, deep breath.
Ezekiel’s hair must’ve stood on end
To see those dry bones sway and bend.
It was very hot, but he felt a bad chill.
His body trembled with fearful thrill.
Then the Lord said to Zeke, “Now it’s time to explain.
These people have died with a bitter pain.
A thousand years in this place they have lain.
The spirit of the Lord raised them up again.
These are the people of the Israel band.
I will take them back to the Israel land.”
Take us back, take us back, take us to the Promised Land.
Take us back, take us back, take us to the Promised Land.
“Their hope was gone and they didn’t know why.
They had no strength; they were hung out to dry.
But their graves will open when the dead land shakes.
And they will rise up when the dry earth quakes.
I will raise them up, on their feet they’ll stand.
And they will return to the Promised Land.
Then you will know that I am the Lord.
You’ll know I speak with a powerful Word.
So prophesy to the end of strife.
And prophesy to abundant life.”
Live again, live again, come to life, and live again.
Live again, live again, come to life, and live again.
So all you people sing and dance.
Praise the Lord in a holy trance.
Say your prayers and then cry out.
Give your thanks, then jump and shout.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
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Thursday, May 20, 2010
Touchdown Nightmare
I have a recurring nightmare that I am about to score a touchdown in the Super Bowl.
In football a touchdown is worth six points. Scoring a touchdown is the single activity that produces the most points at once. Players are often very naturally excited about scoring a touchdown. Players will celebrate a touchdown with great enthusiasm.
Sometimes players get so excited that they get carried away after a touchdown.
Sometimes a player will deliberately call attention to himself in the act of celebrating a touchdown. Since football is a team sport, excessive individual celebrations have caused officials to penalize teams. Even ordinary spectators criticize players for the way they celebrate after reaching the end zone. They say things like this: “When a player scores a touchdown, he should act like he has been there before”. The idea is that a player should act nonchalant after scoring a touchdown. If the player is good enough to score many touchdowns, then he should not be particularly excited about scoring another one. It is just his job to score touchdowns. It should be a routine matter.
However, since scoring a touchdown is the most valuable action in football then every time a touchdown is scored it should be considered to be an important event. This is often demonstrated by football game broadcasters. Some of the broadcasters are hired by a team to announce the team’s games. It is natural for these broadcasters to get excited when the team that is paying for the broadcast scores a touchdown. Even when the opponents score a touchdown the announcers get excited because of the negative effect on their team.
It is a different circumstance when the broadcasters are paid by an independent company to announce a game. Because the announcers supposedly do not favor either team it seems that the announcers should not be very excited if either team scores a touchdown. These announcers will still act extremely excited in response to a touchdown. I suppose the announcers are trying to make the game interesting for fans of the teams as well as other viewers and listeners, but it does not make much sense to be enthusiastic after a touchdown if, for example, one team is leading 35 to 0 late in the fourth quarter.
One successful head football coach was recently quoted as saying, “It’s all about scoring points”. If coaches, team owners, fans, and broadcasters can get excited about touchdowns, then why must the players show restraint?
Why do I have a recurring nightmare that I am about to score a touchdown in the Super Bowl? If scoring a touchdown is the single most important activity in football and many people value it, then I should be excited about scoring a touchdown in front of a stadium crowd of tens of thousands and a television audience of millions of people. My coaches and fellow players would enthusiastically congratulate me and my fans would be extremely happy, but the idea of scoring a touchdown frightens me. I have never scored a touchdown in the Super Bowl (or anywhere) and if I did I would be embarrassed because I would not know how to act. I’ve never been there before!
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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Here is a story about Jerry West which may or may not be true:
In the 1956-57 season, several years before he became professional star with the Los Angeles Lakers, Jerry was a player on the freshman basketball team of the West Virginia University Mountaineers. He completed a successful season and he looked forward to the team banquet at the end of the season.
He was terribly shy and he struggled to get a date for the banquet. He finally had to settle for asking someone who didn’t know anything about basketball or his team mates.
While Jerry and his date were enjoying the meal Jerry was indicating the various coaches and players and telling her their names and talking about them.
Just as Jerry said, “and there’s Hot Rod Hundley”, his date exclaimed, “That looks like a panda to me!”
“It is a panda”, agreed Jerry, “but it is also Hot Rod Hundley”.
“How could a panda possibly be good at playing basketball?” asked his date.
“You might not expect it, explained Jerry, but that panda is a very talented basketball player. He is a senior and the team leader. We put him in a basketball uniform and do the best we can to make him look like a human being. To tell the truth the team wouldn’t be successful without him. He’s short and he’s slow, but he can dribble behind his back and between his legs. He often takes hook shots at the foul line and sometimes he hangs on the rim and waits for me to throw him a lob pass. He spins the ball on his fingers, rolls it down his arm, and even rolls it behind his back. In addition to all the daredevil maneuvers and antics he’s really a hot shooter so that’s why we call him ‘Hot Rod’.”
Jerry’s date did the best she could to accept what Jerry was saying about Hot Rod but she noticed what Hot Rod was eating and asked, “What is that strange stuff he is eating?”
“Since Hot Rod is a panda he requires a special diet, replied Jerry. It’s an especially difficult challenge to find food for him on team road trips because he just eats shoots and leaves.”
After the dinner it was the Mountaineer tradition to go to the gym and play a game of HORSE before the awards ceremony. Even though Hot Rod only took hook shots from the three point range he won the HORSE game. Later as they were moving back to the dining area Jerry’s date noticed Hot Rod shuffling down the hall on the way to the exit. She asked Jerry, “Isn’t Hot Rod going to stay for the awards ceremony?” “Oh no”, answered Jerry, “It’s Hot Rod’s tradition to never stay for the awards ceremony. He just eats, shoots, and leaves.”
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Monday, May 17, 2010
A Unified Field Theory
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:
“In physics, a unified field theory is a type of field theory that allows all that is usually thought of as fundamental forces and elementary particles to be written in terms of a single field. There is no accepted unified field theory. It remains an open line of research. The term was coined by Einstein who attempted to unify the general theory of relativity with electromagnetism, hoping to recover an approximation for quantum theory. A "theory of everything" is closely related to unified field theory, but differs by not requiring the basis of nature to be fields, and also attempts to explain all physical constants of nature.”
For many years I have also striven to discover the unified field theory and now I have discovered it at last.
The Pauli exclusion principle is a quantum mechanical principle proposed by the Austrian physicist Wolfgang Pauli in 1925. The Pauli exlusion principle, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows “When in doubt, leave it out”.
In 1927 Werner Heisenberg published the uncertainty principle of quantum physics which he formulated in Niels Bohr's institute at Copenhagen while working on the mathematical foundations of quantum mechanics. The Heisenberg uncertainty principle, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows: “If you don’t know what to do then do nothing” or is it “If you don’t know what to do then do something even if it is wrong”? I don’t know which it is. I am uncertain.
The forgiveness principle is of unknown origin and, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows: “It is better to beg forgiveness than it is to ask permission”.
Finally, the pleasure principle is a psychoanalytic concept originated by Sigmund Freud. The pleasure principle, if I understand it correctly, can be summarized as follows: “If it feels good then do it”.
Here’s how the principles are unified: the exclusion principle gets you to first base, the uncertainty principle gets you to second base, the forgiveness principle gets you to third base and then the pleasure principle gets you home free.
So there you have it: the unified baseball field theory!
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Sunday, May 16, 2010
God Loved the World
(Sing to LONESOME ROAD, folk song)
God loved the world.
He gave us Jesus, not to condemn, but save.
Our Lord was born to bring redemption, if we believe in him.
And on the Cross our Lord was lifted, he sacrificed his life.
He bore our grief; he bore our sadness, hung on the Cross to die.
“My God”, he cried, “Why did you leave me?”
He suffered and he died.
And then he rose, to life eternal.
From sin he made us free.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
He died and rose for us.
By faith through grace, we have salvation.
Alleluia! Amen.
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Saturday, May 15, 2010
Frustration
I’ve been beaten up so I can be knocked down.
I feel like I’ve been run into the ground.
My home is so old that I can’t beat the mold.
Life should be better or so I’ve been told.
Stuff in my home is so easily lost.
I just can’t recall what I kept or I tossed.
Everything I own is rusted or busted.
There’s a short list of folks that I think can be trusted.
I worked like a fool, now it seems such a waste.
I’ve been pushed, I’ve been pulled, I’ve been hounded and chased.
I’m left with no strength and I’ve lost all my might.
Berated and stifled ‘til my mind is not right.
Bullied, belittled, and broken, and bound.
Bewildered, confused ‘til I’m lost more than found.
Harassed and distressed ‘til I finally foundered.
Baited and cheated: no wonder I floundered.
Dastardly folks tried to hold my head under.
Over and over I was blamed for their blunder.
I’ve been done wrong and done in and left out.
I feel it’s not right that I lose every bout.
I’ve been trampled by “winners” on their way to the trough.
I’ve been poked, I’ve been prodded and put on and put off.
I’ve been tossed back and forth and then forth and back.
I get to see the sky when I land on my back.
I’ve been rode hard and put away wet.
Them that did it didn’t even break a sweat.
In spite of my trouble I hope now and then.
Things will get better? I’d like to know when.
I’ve been suppressed, oppressed, repressed, and depressed.
There’s nothing I’d like more than years of deep rest.
Fall down seven times and get up eight?
I think I’ll just lie here and wait.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Keep your eyes open and maybe you’ll see:
A bird will take flight from its perch on a tree.
A bird on the wing is a wonderful thing.
Think what it’s like to fly high and be free.
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