some good listening

For the last two days I listened to, and thoroughly enjoyed a conversation podcast from Sovereign Grace Ministries called the "Sovereign Grace Interview Series".  It's been great and I would really promote it to anyone who asked.  Its juts this simple interview/conversation between Josh Harris, CJ Mahaney, and Jeff Purswell.  You can get them off of itunes for free. So, go do that.  No, seriously, go do it.  Just humour me if for no other reason.  I'm not gonna write anymore about anything else, so you can do that.  

let me know what you think.

Same job, new location... new name?

I've started working at the Hershey Red Robin this week (thank-you to everyone who kept my job searching in your prayers). Things are definitely much of the same there as they are at any other Red Robin, I'm sure.  I will say that i am really enjoying the company of the dayshift people a lot.  They're so friendly, so far, and have really gone out of their way to make my first couple of days there great.

I've even garnered a new nickname: Linus.  I know, what you're thinking.  Not the Charlie Brown Linus, named after the theologian... no no.  Two of them thought I looked like Linus from Lost, and so... I'm Linus.  It's cute, I think.  I mean, he is the weird character who controls the beast and kills people... but I imagine in my head they are calling me after the likes of my favourite Charlie Brown character and think nothing of it.  Anyway, please judge for yourself:

at the age of 29....

At the age of 29, I have my first two grey hairs. What in the world! And they're long, meaning that they have matriculated in with the rest of the growth. I have never imagined myself getting grey hairs. I knew it would happen, but I thought I'd just wake-up one morning and I'd have a distiguished grey head, showing age and wisdom. Instead, I feel as though I've been duped. As though I've been snuck upon in the midst of life and I was too busy to notice I'm almost 30! Hanging out with youth all day, I tend to forget this.

Woe, what a sobering reminder these two strands of white are.

I have not pulled them for fear they may multiply.

I have named them, though: Tithonus and Eos. But If I get more, I may have a whole pantheon on my head.

Why am I watching... this show?

This is my first monday night home in a very long time.  I finally do not have a class.  I had big plans... go to the dentist, come home, read, and watch the shows I wanted to watch... "How I Met Your Mother" being the primary.

Instead...

I watched "Dancing with the Stars" (Of which I think I only knew Christie Yamaguchi, so I'm kinda curious as to what "Stars" they are actually referring to) and "The Bachelor", the bane of my existence.  I hate these shows.  I just can not get into them... to say that they're dumb would be to discredit the actual true reasons for avoiding these shows, especially "The Bachelor", the bane of my existence.  Popularity contests, and a guy who can date, make-out, and disappear into a hotel room at their option before doing the exact same thing the next day... horrible.

My wife is over y shoulder reading this and tells me that I can change the channel... and with all the fibers in my right arm I really want to.. but I know that she would gnaw her arm off trying to figure out what happened... who did the Brit choose?  Did he really end up sleeping with both of them?  Or can the syphilis be maintained?

Seriously, can he say that he is falling in love with two different women at the same time?  It seems incredible to me that anyone would think that this acceptable behaviour.

Ok, so, he did just leave one of the girls alone in her room.  Good for him.  Good for her.  Good for America.

Who am I? The Mulch King

Today was a very productive day, and I am beat.  I weeded, and pulled, and got scared by a snake (I, then, chased the snake the whole way to the creek)... a very busy day.  

And my body is telling me never to do so much again.

But, my eyes just tell me to do more.  The rewards of such work are more than always pretty evident.  I think thats why I like yardwork so much.  

Sure, my ankles hurt, but that could be from my run this morning.  

Brent went to prom & I was encouraged

Brent, my brother, went to the prom.  His last prom, and the last of my siblings to go to CD's prom.  Its weird to think that the Fuller's time in Central Dauphin is drawing to a close.  Since I started kindergarten until Brent graduates, there has been a span of 23 years where the Fullers have marched through one school or another, several times overlapping.  I would like to think that it marks the end of an era, but I've been a sub long enough to realize that there are too many students to attribute so much too so short a span.  Class gifts get taken down, tiles get torn up, soon we're just passing faces who look back fondly on a building that never really cared that we were there.  

It's a shame, perhaps, but then how fond of ourselves are we to look back at the golden days and wonder what is wrong with the kids today?  If our lives are to make any kind of difference, I really think we m

ust be present; in minds and in our bodies.  Our actions must reflect a want to be with the present, not just as in a critique of where things went wrong.  

But I digress.  Brent and his gf, Sydney, looked great.  My brother is pretty funny and Sydney definitely very understanding. 

 They looked good, and from the sounds of it, they had a good time.  Awesome.

And after a week has gone by from my sermon at Devonshire, I can say that it went well.  Yes, it took a week, but I've been so encouraged by the feedback. I've had some wonderful conversations that have stemmed from my time upfront, and I've been so encouraged that I am pursuing God's Will.  

I hope that it is evident beyond me upfront that show that I am seeking hard after Him.