Depression in Big Blue Nation

Patrick Patterson is out for the rest of the season with a stress fracture. I guess there is always next year.
The Trav

Text Messaging and Face Book: The downfall of Society

In recent months I have observed a conflict between two friends of mine. The main problem in this conflict is the fact that they have not actually discussed the problem. The whole conversation has taken place between Face Book and text messaging. These two means of communication are taking the place of all one on one communication in modern society. People have no ability to confront and deal with problems and conflict. This approach to conflict resolution seems to be gutless, ineffective, and unbiblical. I partake in both of these things, and I pray that I will never loose the ability to deal with conflict.
The Trav

New Years Resolutions?

How're they coming?

I took this at the subway in NYC, shortly after making a few. I've got some work to do on mine. Anybody else?
Peace,
BSS

Abe Unplugged II

Unbelievable.

Abe Unplugged

Honest--Part III

After a few months of silence, I thought it was time to finish the 3 part series on the family. I like my family because they're honest. The most challenging things any person has ever said to me have come from my family. They're honest about the condition of their soul, their failures, their successes, their dreams, their hurts, and their joys. And, especially important to me, they are unafraid to be honestly critical. I've, no doubt, been confronted more by my family than any other friend or group of friends I've ever had. There is not even a close second. Their confrontations are not overbearing (usually) because they come from a compassionate heart.

How grateful!! My heart, blinded to the parts of its own decay, is made aware of its sinful rot by my family's caring cries of alarm. With tears, they warn. Terrified at the imagination of their son's and their brother's self-corruption, they call out, "Sin no more." And in the voice of my family, I hear the voice of Jesus, whose words resuscitate the dead, dark corners of my heart and revivify the will. Preach to me, Family, and in the power of the Spirit, help me live.

Much Love.

Ps. The pic is of St. George. The image is particularly inspiring to me. Probably a post or two on it later, but it does not have much to do with this post except, if I am able to thrust a spear into the throat of the dragon, it will be because my family has seated me on the horse (and b/c my parents probably paid for the spear).