Uncle Iroh


This is part of the “Watching Avatar: The Last Airbender” series I have going.

Uncle Iroh is my favorite character. He is complex, wise, and flat-out funny. His relationship with the troubled Prince Zuko is one of my favorite things about the series. Their interaction is great and it gives Iroh many opportunities to show his nephew Zuko what it means to be a man. During Seasons 1 and 2 the character was voiced by the actor Mako – who I absolutely love – and the most recent episode, Tales of Ba Sing Se, had a short story dedicated to the actor who died before Season 2 aired. The character lives on, but the heart and soul of the character are gone. I hope that Mako’s replacement captures the magic that seemed to come to Mako so effortlessly.

Watching Avatar: The Last Airbender. Katara


I’m not going to go into detail about each of the characters. There are plenty of places online where you can find descriptions and detailed summaries about each of the characters in this show. I do want to post a few things about each of them and what they add to the overall value of the program.

Katara is a necessary voice of reason and compassion in the show. She is trusting and kind. She accepts Aang from the very beginning and she serves as one of his key motivators. So far, in Book 2, she has not been as utilized as she was in the Book 1, but the writers of the show have been busy introducing new characters and trying to develop Zuko a bit more. It has been fun to see her improve as a waterbender. I do hope they continue to develop the crush that Aang has on her, but I don’t want the show to spend too much time on that. It serves as good material for humor, but it also gives the characters more depth and believability.

I think my boys like her character, but since she is not very funny, and she doesn’t usually have the most action oriented scenes, I think they sort of take her for granted. They tend to enjoy the jokes and the humor the most and Aang and Sokka provide most of that. Still, I think they would miss her character if she was no longer around.

Doubting Faith


True or False: I believe in God.

Absolutely true. Every fragment that makes up the whole acknowledges this truth. The flesh, the soul, the body, the mind, the spirit: my entire existence accepts and proclaims that God is real.

True of False: I believe in the Truth as revealed by the Bible.

True. At least on most days. There are some days that I am bombarded with questions, and it is on those days that my confidence wavers. Those days are rare, but I would be dishonest if I did not admit they were as much a part of my life as the days where I accept every word of Scripture as inspired by God Himself.

True of False: I believe that Jesus is who He and the rest of Scripture say He is.

True. I believe that Scripture and history are in agreement. Jesus lived and breathed 2,000 years ago. He taught. He was followed by many. The Bible says that he died on a cross and rose again on the third day after his death. Awesome story there, and one that has moved my heart more times than I can recall, but it has also been the source of many sleepless nights and totally unproductive days. God in the flesh dead? God in the flesh raised to life again? Any adult that claims that those truths are easy to accept is a liar. Scripture speaks to it. History speaks to it. But sometimes, my mind cannot fathom it. Sometimes, my unbelief is too strong to ignore. It is at those times that I think about faith.

I have frequently wrestled with the idea of faith. There are times, frankly, too many times, that I get the impression that Christians are supposed to go through life with unwavering confidence in what we believe. And if we don’t we are not spiritual enough. Sure, you hear preachers and teachers say that it is ok to have doubts, but when they say that they are referring to things like uncertainty about God’s will for our lives or not understanding why God allowed a loved one to die. Those questions are acceptable. If we ask the wrong questions, like: Is Jesus really the only way? Is the Bible true? Well, let’s just say that questions of that nature are not only discouraged but they are labeled as weak and unspiritual. I am convinced this is why so many Christians live very frustrated, disappointed lives. We all know what the dirty, ugly, secret is. We all know about the giant elephant in the corner of the room but we refuse to admit it to ourselves and we definitely won’t admit it to anyone else: We doubt. Our belief is not complete. Or strong. Or perfect. It is flawed and deeply human. Our belief is easily shaken. At times, it is easily broken. There are times that my intellect, my emotions, and my heart are telling me that there is no way that Jesus fed 5,000 men with one child’s lunch. The Gospels say it happened. That means that God says it happened. If I doubt one part of that, I in effect doubt that the Bible is truly the inspired Word of God. If I doubt that, then what do I actually believe? If I have nothing authoritative to hold on to, then on what am I basing my religious beliefs?

I grow frustrated when I hear other Christians sigh and postulate why more people don’t embrace our beliefs. As if it is easy to embrace what Christians believe. Unfortunately, many Christians do feel that our belief system is easily understood and that it should make perfect sense to everyone, all of the time. Let me be blunt: That is insane! Scripture is full of examples of people of faith struggling with their desire to believe and their inability to actually do so. The disciples weren’t completely convinced that Jesus was the Messiah until they saw Him in His resurrected form. It is not as if they spent 3 years traveling with Him and watching Him raise people from the dead, heal the blind, lame, and diseased, feed thousands with one small meal, and control the elements. Oh wait! They did see all of that and yet they doubted. When was the last time you saw Jesus raise someone from the dead? How about heal a cripple? Yeah, it has been like…never. Yes, we have the Biblical accounts. Yes, we have the historical record and tradition. Yes, we have the previous 2,000 years of human history to show us the power of Jesus’ life and message. But to expect Christians, from any age or generation, to live without doubts is unrealistic and damaging. It is damaging because it implies that to have doubts is to sin. So, when we doubt, and we all do, we feel guilty and defeated, which of course leads to even more doubting and more guilt. You see the pattern there? It is vicious and it is unforgiving. That is not the life that Scripture speaks to. That is not the life that Jesus calls us to.

Where does all of this leave us? I’m not entirely sure. I do know a few things that have given me great comfort, though. First, questions are acceptable ways of interacting with God. Scripture is full of questions, many of them unanswered. Questions don’t make us sinful, or immature, or even unspiritual. Questions make us human and they show that we are actively engaging our beliefs in a way that is healthy and God ordained. Lastly, sincere doubt can lead the way to a fuller and more vibrant faith. True faith isn’t the act of believing in something that we already know to be true. True faith is believing in something that defies our experience. True faith is believing when all evidence points to the opposite conclusion. True faith is living a life that makes no sense from a human perspective, but is exactly what Jesus instructed us to do. True faith has all sorts of room for doubts. If it didn’t it wouldn’t be faith. We aren’t saved by assurances and truths. We are saved by grace, through faith. So, I believe, albeit hesitantly at times. And when I cannot believe completely, I cry out to God, “I believe, help me overcome my unbelief!”

Kids are funny and sometimes not funny at all.

I have three kids. All boys. The oldest is 7 years old and he just started 2nd grade. He is a great kid: Loving, intelligent, thoughtful, obedient (most of the time), and full of energy. My kids are three of the most important things in my life. I love them completely and they have helped me become a better man. I need to say those things on the outset because what I am about to write might come across as a bit negative and I don’t want it to be taken in the wrong way.

2nd grade humor is awful. Truly awful. When a second grade boy tries to make you laugh, it usually fails. Miserably. When they are just being themselves, though, they can be the funniest people in the world. I know that I don’t have to laugh at everything my son says and does when he is trying to be funny, but it would be great if I didn’t have to force myself to smile when he is telling me about the joke he cracked in the middle of the school day for his friends. By the way, the joke totally killed at school. His classmates ate it up like it was classic Bill Cosby. Which I guess proves my point that 2nd graders are rarely intentionally funny. I’m glad his friends laughed but when he repeated the joke to me I was like……I had one of those really painful, awkward smiles plastered on my face. I tried so hard to say something congratulatory but all I could come up with was, “That’s…great…” (There is an implied question mark at the end of that sentence.)

I know I don’t have to laugh at all his jokes, but I am eagerly awaiting the day where I can honestly laugh at some of them. That day will come, right? RIGHT?

7 Reasons Fridays are the coolest.


Even thought it is Friday the 13th, nothing, not even that superstitious numerical connection can dampen my spirit. Fridays are the best. Friday is the day that just about everyone looks forward to. So, in honor of this great day, I am going to list 7 reasons why I love Fridays. Just so you know, these aren’t universal, but some of them might apply to you as well. (Why 7? No reason other than it is the number that represents perfection.)

  1.  It’s the last day of the work week.
  2.  It’s the start of the weekend.
  3.  You never hear anyone at work say, “It looks like someone has a case of the Fridays.”
  4.  The very word, Friday, sounds much cooler than stupid Thursday. How lame does Thursday sound anyway?
  5.  New movies come out on Fridays.
  6.  You never hear anyone say, “Thank God it’s Monday!” On the other hand, you do hear people say, “Thank God it’s not Monday!”
  7.  When I hear the word Friday it makes me think of fried food, Fry from Futurama, and Robinson Crusoe’s friend and helper. All of those things, taken on their own, are pretty cool. Taken together they form a trifecta of awesomeness. Or should I say, “Frifecta”? Yes. Yes I should.

Why do you love Fridays? Or, why do you hate Fridays? Feel free to comment below.

Becoming a kid while getting older.

My oldest son started 2nd grade this week. My middle son started Kindergarten today. Should that make me feel old? It doesn’t. While I don’t exactly feel young – think: college young – I don’t feel remotely old. In fact, I don’t really feel that much different than I did 10 years ago. Well, that is not exactly true. In some ways I do feel different than I did 10 years ago. 10 years ago, I was a recent college graduate that had most things in life figured out. When I say most things, I mean just that. I was very smart. I knew a lot of stuff. I was all sorts of awesome. And then real life happened. Marriage. A real job. Kids. All those things. What did all of that cumulative responsibility do to me? It made me realize that I don’t have most of the answers. It made me realize that I am not very smart and that I don’t know that much stuff. And you know what? That is ok with me. I’m not excusing ignorance or lack of knowledge. Not at all. I actively try to learn new things. Lazy minds are wasted and wasteful and I want no part of that. No, this isn’t about ignorance, or naiveté, or anything else of the sort. This is about proper self-perception. This is about humility. This is about knowing that I don’t know everything and being willing to admit that, not only to others, but to myself.

There are lots of things my kids don’t understand, yet they accept my word as the truth in those situations. And that is ok with them. They fully trust that I have their best interest at heart. How much more can that be said about my relationship with God. He wants what is best for me at all times yet I continually “know” better and fight Him. I am doing my best to get back to the faith of my childhood. Getting back to accepting His Word as Truth. So, while I am getting older – in physical terms – I am doing my best to get younger mentally and spiritually.

Watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with my boys.

If you don’t know who that precocious and happy looking boy is, then you need to rectify that as soon as possible. For those that don’t know, that is Aang from the Nickelodeon TV series Avatar: The Last Airbender. Aang is the Avatar and the last Airbender…that much was probably obvious…sorry about that.

Anyway…I started watching this show with my two boys a little while back. (For the record, my boys are 7 and 5.) They absolutely love it. While the show is aimed directly at 7-12 year olds, I have enjoyed it immensely as well. It is exciting, well written, funny, heartfelt, and action packed. The story line is simple enough for a child to follow but complex enough to keep adults interested. We just finished Book 1 (Season 1 in other words) and are preparing to tackle Book 2 soon.

I’ve decided that I am going to post some thoughts about the show once in a while as we watch it. Obviously I won’t be commenting on Book 1 much since we have already finished it, but I will be referencing it from time to time. Hopefully I can make this a weekly thing.

If you have children – especially young boys – or even if you don’t, give this show a try. I think most people will find something to enjoy. And for what it’s worth, don’t judge the show on the recent film adaptation. From everything I have heard and read, they don’t compare at all. Stick with the show.

Rant of the day: Public Bathroom Etiquette


I’m going to keep this one short and to the point, because, quite frankly, I just don’t want to dwell on it too much. (As a side note: This rant is aimed at men and men alone since I have no experience with how women behave in public bathrooms.)

If you are using the toilet, dropping a deuce, taking a dump, going number 2, etc… then please, for the love of all that is good and pure, do not talk on your cell phone. If I was on the phone with a friend and I found out he was in the process of expelling waste from his body, I would hang up immediately. Then I would never speak to him on the phone again. What does this behavior say to the person you are calling? “You are so very unimportant to me that I rate talking on the phone with you on the same level as crapping.” A phone call with you = Crap. That’s insulting and disgusting. Stop it. Stop it now. Never do it again and all will be forgiven.

I’ve been away for a little while…

Not literally. I just haven’t had the time or the energy to write anything new in the past few weeks. I will try to do better in the future. Life continues to move too fast, leaving me little time to think or contemplate the direction I am headed. But in all honesty, my life is pretty stress free compared to many, so hopefully I don’t sound like I am complaining. I look around and see a lot of people who seem to be very stressed, and I am thankful that my life is different – for now. Sure, I am busy. I have one wife. Three kids. Two jobs. One church. Many friends. But even with all those commitments, I feel like my life is very balanced right now. I pray that it stays that way for a long, long time.

I’ve got a few things I am working on to post, so hopefully those will be ready in the next few days or weeks. Until then, be excellent to each other.