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Sunday, August 26, 2007
Pointing the finger at Jesus?
I recently registered my blog at BlogCatalog, and in the process I stumbled upon A Penitent Atheist.
What's that? Is he okay, you ask?
No, no, no, silly -- it's a blog, not an actual penitent atheist. And besides, if I actually did trip over a penitent atheist, shouldn't you be asking ME if I'M okay? I mean, I'm the one who tripped, right?
Anyway, the guy behind the A Penitent Atheist blog (APAB) was once involved in pastoral ministry -- a fact that he seems to regret deeply:
Now, the puckish side of me wants to respond by saying, "Dude, what's with the guilt? Atheistic morality is all about human whimsy anyway. Embrace your worldview, man -- if it's true, feeling 'bad' about your past is a meaningless exercise."
For now, we won't go there (not in detail, anyway). I'm more interested in responding to a post on APAB asserting that Jesus didn't live up to his own teachings:
Interesting claim. Let's see how he backs it up:
Ugh. There are a number of problems with the way this example is presented and how APAB reasons from it:
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
I recently registered my blog at BlogCatalog, and in the process I stumbled upon A Penitent Atheist.
What's that? Is he okay, you ask?
No, no, no, silly -- it's a blog, not an actual penitent atheist. And besides, if I actually did trip over a penitent atheist, shouldn't you be asking ME if I'M okay? I mean, I'm the one who tripped, right?
Anyway, the guy behind the A Penitent Atheist blog (APAB) was once involved in pastoral ministry -- a fact that he seems to regret deeply:
The title of my blog, A Penitent Atheist, indicates a degree of regret, even remorse, that exists in me because of the things I taught and preached as a Christian minister.
Now, the puckish side of me wants to respond by saying, "Dude, what's with the guilt? Atheistic morality is all about human whimsy anyway. Embrace your worldview, man -- if it's true, feeling 'bad' about your past is a meaningless exercise."
For now, we won't go there (not in detail, anyway). I'm more interested in responding to a post on APAB asserting that Jesus didn't live up to his own teachings:
I submit to you that even Jesus, as portrayed in the Bible, could not live up to his own edicts.
Interesting claim. Let's see how he backs it up:
Luk 6:27-28 NASB "But I say to you who hear, love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, (28) bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.An admirable, if somewhat naive command. Did Jesus always obey it? According to the story, Jesus had some enemies. He had some folks who hated him, who cursed him. Who seemed to dog him at every turn. Did Jesus show them love? Did he do good to them? Did he bless them? Let's see.
Mat 23:33 NASB "You serpents, you brood of vipers, how will you escape the sentence of hell?Those words sound more like a curse than a blessing, do they not?
Ugh. There are a number of problems with the way this example is presented and how APAB reasons from it:
- He divorces Matthew 23:33 completely from its context. Note how APAB subtly frames Jesus' words as though they were were a random execration he just let fly with when his anger at detractors got the best of him. That's part of the luxury proof texting affords, but unfortunately it doesn't do anything to help us understand what Jesus really said or why he said it.
- He hasn't shown that this is actually a curse. Why couldn't Jesus have been openly telling the truth about the character of his adversaries? And if the condition of their hearts and eternal destinies really were at stake, wouldn't such truth telling actually be an act of "[doing] good to those who hate you?" APAB simply assumes instead that Jesus is throwing a hateful verbal fit that falls short of his own teaching. For all the derisive talk in his post about the assumptions Christians make, this seems a lot like the pot calling the kettle black.
- APAB's treatment of Luke 6:27-28 assumes (there's that nasty word again) that those verses exhaust the responses one could licitly have to one's enemies. Why couldn't Jesus' response in Matthew 23:33 be a non-contradictory complement to the prescriptions of Luke 6:27-28?
- Just because Jesus was angry with his enemies, does it necessarily follow that he ceased to love them? After all, we're talking about the same Jesus who prayed, "Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do," while being crucified as a direct result of the machinations of his enemies. Besides, how many of you out there have kids? You ever get angry with them? Do you stop loving them or doing good to them when they make you angry? Do you ever get angry with them because you love them?
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Labels: atheism, blessing, cursing, enemies, Jesus, sinlessness
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Jumping off the Blue Bridge
My beloved home town, Cumberland, MD, is a stone's throw away from West Virginia. In fact, a short walk across the Blue Bridge near downtown Cumberland will take you into not only the neighboring town of Ridgley, but also the next state. When I was a kid, my family used to cross the Blue Bridge all the time when we went to the Ridgley Dairy Queen; it's a familiar landmark of the city, and I saw it or traveled on it hundreds of times in the 20 years I lived there.
One of the bridge's striking features is a set of particularly nasty looking spikes near the bottom of each arch, designed to keep would-be climbers and jumpers away (you can see them in this large image of the bridge). The spikes looked extraordinarily sharp and threatening to me as a kid, so I always assumed that nobody would be crazy enough risk getting impaled by climbing on or jumping from the Blue Bridge.
So, you can imagine my shock at seeing two YouTube videos showing crazy people jumping from the Blue Bridge into the Potomac. I sat with my mouth agape as I watched these. People from other localities won't find these videos as surprising or interesting, but if you're familiar with the Cumberland area, you gotta see them.
Warning: The second one contains multiple expletives (why do people need to swear?).
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
My beloved home town, Cumberland, MD, is a stone's throw away from West Virginia. In fact, a short walk across the Blue Bridge near downtown Cumberland will take you into not only the neighboring town of Ridgley, but also the next state. When I was a kid, my family used to cross the Blue Bridge all the time when we went to the Ridgley Dairy Queen; it's a familiar landmark of the city, and I saw it or traveled on it hundreds of times in the 20 years I lived there.
One of the bridge's striking features is a set of particularly nasty looking spikes near the bottom of each arch, designed to keep would-be climbers and jumpers away (you can see them in this large image of the bridge). The spikes looked extraordinarily sharp and threatening to me as a kid, so I always assumed that nobody would be crazy enough risk getting impaled by climbing on or jumping from the Blue Bridge.
So, you can imagine my shock at seeing two YouTube videos showing crazy people jumping from the Blue Bridge into the Potomac. I sat with my mouth agape as I watched these. People from other localities won't find these videos as surprising or interesting, but if you're familiar with the Cumberland area, you gotta see them.
Warning: The second one contains multiple expletives (why do people need to swear?).
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Labels: Blue Bridge, Cumberland
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Wacky Wednesday News Digest #3
I have two words for you: moose flatulence. Doesn't that make you want to listen? No?
Okay, how about these two words: rogue helicopter. Now, you throw that in with moose flatulence, and you've got an unbeatable combo. And it's all delivered right to you, courtesy of The MonT-SteR REPORT's Wacky Wednesday News Digest.
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
I have two words for you: moose flatulence. Doesn't that make you want to listen? No?
Okay, how about these two words: rogue helicopter. Now, you throw that in with moose flatulence, and you've got an unbeatable combo. And it's all delivered right to you, courtesy of The MonT-SteR REPORT's Wacky Wednesday News Digest.
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Labels: humor, weird news
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
It must be genetic
Ever since I was a kid, I have been fascinated by thunderstorms. They are just too cool for words.
My wife has grown weary of my incessant whining about how wimpy our summer has been in terms of thunderstorms. Well, we finally got one tonight that scratched my itch in a big way. My three-year-old son and I went out on our balcony to enjoy the storm together, and he was as enthralled as I was -- it must be in the genes.
In fact, the storm was so loud that I got my video camera out to record it. Here are some highlights:
The video doesn't really do justice to the sheer volume of this storm. I was overwhelmed at times. Watch at around 2:32 for a lightning strike nearby that makes my camera wig out, and around 3:00 you can see some nasty looking green lightning.
Enjoy!
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Ever since I was a kid, I have been fascinated by thunderstorms. They are just too cool for words.
My wife has grown weary of my incessant whining about how wimpy our summer has been in terms of thunderstorms. Well, we finally got one tonight that scratched my itch in a big way. My three-year-old son and I went out on our balcony to enjoy the storm together, and he was as enthralled as I was -- it must be in the genes.
In fact, the storm was so loud that I got my video camera out to record it. Here are some highlights:
The video doesn't really do justice to the sheer volume of this storm. I was overwhelmed at times. Watch at around 2:32 for a lightning strike nearby that makes my camera wig out, and around 3:00 you can see some nasty looking green lightning.
Enjoy!
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Labels: lightning, lightning strikes, thunder, thunderstorms
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Wacky Wednesday News Digest #2
Due to The MonT-SteR's schedule, the Manic Monday News Digest has now morphed into the Wacky Wednesday News Digest.
This week we have fugitive glass eaters, a karaoke rampage, and Chinese buns stuffed with cardboard. Enjoy!
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Due to The MonT-SteR's schedule, the Manic Monday News Digest has now morphed into the Wacky Wednesday News Digest.
This week we have fugitive glass eaters, a karaoke rampage, and Chinese buns stuffed with cardboard. Enjoy!
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
An Israelite's Reverie
The old man sat, back propped against a rock, eyes squinting as he turned his face upward to feel the sun's warmth.
There, near Hebron's border, at the foot of the rugged hills he loved, he rested from battle. For the first time in years, his sword lay idle on the ground.
His mind roved over forty-five years of memories, many of them harsh and bitter -- but none more so than that terrible day at Kadesh-Barnea, when his people turned in fear from their destiny.
On the edge of a land flowing with milk and honey, on the verge of inheriting all that God had promised them, they faltered. They chose to fear giants more than the God who delivered them so powerfully from the iron grasp of Egypt's unrelenting cruelty.
The old man remembered the heartache of watching an entire generation pay for its rebellion by perishing in the desert. He remembered years on end of sweltering heat and stinging sand. He remembered his anger at the foolishness and cowardice of his countrymen. How could they think that God would fail them after having shown them such wonders? He remembered the unfairness of sharing in his people's plight. Why should he have to suffer for their lack of faith? After all, he had believed God's promise to His people.
Anger, grief, and disappointment had nearly consumed him -- until the day when Moses fell prey to his frustration with Israel and forfeited his own destiny. The old man recalled how that shook him to the core. Moses was the only man on earth who spoke face to face with God; if Moses could lose the Promised Land, so could he.
He knew he had to repent. So he chose long ago to turn from bitterness and to cling to another promise God had made. The old man's faithfulness at Kadesh-Barnea had not gone unnoticed. He would not perish in the desert like so many of his countrymen. God would enable him to see the day when Israel would fulfill her destiny; and he himself would taste the fruit of the Promised Land.
That promise had been life and hope to the old man for decades. Now, the day had finally arrived. After years of waiting, after years of fighting wars to see other men claim their portion of the Promised Land, his time had come. Joshua had given his blessing, and God would soon bring His word to pass.
"Father?"
The old man gave a start, awakened from his reverie. His eldest son stood before him, hand outstretched.
"I think we had better get going, Father," he said. "The sun will set before long."
The old man smiled, grasped his son's hand, and stood to his feet.
"Thank you, Iru," he said. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the hillside. The shadows were getting long. It was time.
"Tell everyone that we need to make that outcropping on the next hill before nightfall," the old man said. "It will offer us a safe place to camp.
"We claim Hebron for God at daybreak; the men must sleep tonight with their swords unsheathed and close at hand."
Iru bowed and turned to carry out his father's instructions.
"Iru!" the old man called after him. "One more thing..."
"Yes, Father?"
A cold gleam came into the old man's eyes. He picked up his sword and smiled before speaking again.
"Tell your brothers," said Caleb, "the first giant is mine."
The old man sat, back propped against a rock, eyes squinting as he turned his face upward to feel the sun's warmth.
There, near Hebron's border, at the foot of the rugged hills he loved, he rested from battle. For the first time in years, his sword lay idle on the ground.
His mind roved over forty-five years of memories, many of them harsh and bitter -- but none more so than that terrible day at Kadesh-Barnea, when his people turned in fear from their destiny.
On the edge of a land flowing with milk and honey, on the verge of inheriting all that God had promised them, they faltered. They chose to fear giants more than the God who delivered them so powerfully from the iron grasp of Egypt's unrelenting cruelty.
The old man remembered the heartache of watching an entire generation pay for its rebellion by perishing in the desert. He remembered years on end of sweltering heat and stinging sand. He remembered his anger at the foolishness and cowardice of his countrymen. How could they think that God would fail them after having shown them such wonders? He remembered the unfairness of sharing in his people's plight. Why should he have to suffer for their lack of faith? After all, he had believed God's promise to His people.
Anger, grief, and disappointment had nearly consumed him -- until the day when Moses fell prey to his frustration with Israel and forfeited his own destiny. The old man recalled how that shook him to the core. Moses was the only man on earth who spoke face to face with God; if Moses could lose the Promised Land, so could he.
He knew he had to repent. So he chose long ago to turn from bitterness and to cling to another promise God had made. The old man's faithfulness at Kadesh-Barnea had not gone unnoticed. He would not perish in the desert like so many of his countrymen. God would enable him to see the day when Israel would fulfill her destiny; and he himself would taste the fruit of the Promised Land.
That promise had been life and hope to the old man for decades. Now, the day had finally arrived. After years of waiting, after years of fighting wars to see other men claim their portion of the Promised Land, his time had come. Joshua had given his blessing, and God would soon bring His word to pass.
"Father?"
The old man gave a start, awakened from his reverie. His eldest son stood before him, hand outstretched.
"I think we had better get going, Father," he said. "The sun will set before long."
The old man smiled, grasped his son's hand, and stood to his feet.
"Thank you, Iru," he said. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the hillside. The shadows were getting long. It was time.
"Tell everyone that we need to make that outcropping on the next hill before nightfall," the old man said. "It will offer us a safe place to camp.
"We claim Hebron for God at daybreak; the men must sleep tonight with their swords unsheathed and close at hand."
Iru bowed and turned to carry out his father's instructions.
"Iru!" the old man called after him. "One more thing..."
"Yes, Father?"
A cold gleam came into the old man's eyes. He picked up his sword and smiled before speaking again.
"Tell your brothers," said Caleb, "the first giant is mine."
Labels: Caleb, giants, Moses, Promised Land
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Manic Monday News Digest #1
It's a new regular feature on tMR. It's big, it's bold, it's BODACIOUSLY funny (probably not, but "BODACIOUS" is an impressive word that allowed me to continue my clever alliteration. Aren't I clever? Hmm?) -- it's the Manic Monday News Digest, brought to you by your favorite, friendly neighborhood MonT-SteR.
What's that, you say?
Okay, smarty pants. I know that the date stamp for this post says WEDNESDAY, not Monday. What do you think I am, an idiot? (Don't answer that.)
Just suspend your SADOTWP (self-appointed day-of-the-week police) tendencies for a moment, go with the flow, and take a listen -- you'll understand what's going on, and hopefully you'll be amused.
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
It's a new regular feature on tMR. It's big, it's bold, it's BODACIOUSLY funny (probably not, but "BODACIOUS" is an impressive word that allowed me to continue my clever alliteration. Aren't I clever? Hmm?) -- it's the Manic Monday News Digest, brought to you by your favorite, friendly neighborhood MonT-SteR.
What's that, you say?
Okay, smarty pants. I know that the date stamp for this post says WEDNESDAY, not Monday. What do you think I am, an idiot? (Don't answer that.)
Just suspend your SADOTWP (self-appointed day-of-the-week police) tendencies for a moment, go with the flow, and take a listen -- you'll understand what's going on, and hopefully you'll be amused.
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Labels: weird news
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Pool scare and the Father's heart
On Friday evening, after a day of oppressive heat and frustrating office trials, I was very happy to meet my wife and son at the community pool for some relaxation.
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My son Robert has taken to the water quite well. He's dependent on a life jacket at the moment, but he has no fear about jumping in the deep end and moving around the pool on his own. I was a lifeguard and swim instructor for several years before college, so I've been planning to "graduate" him to another flotation device that would encourage him to be a more self-sufficient swimmer.
We had a grand time together. The late afternoon sun's low, hazy glow kept us warm, but not uncomfortable. The water's temperature was perfect. We engaged the pool attendant in friendly, light-hearted conversation. And, of course, there was plenty of playful splashing to go around.
After enjoying the water for a couple of hours, we decided to head home for a late pizza dinner. We climbed out of the pool and began stowing the myriad pool paraphernalia (noodles, kick boards, goggles, beach balls, inner tubes, etc.) for the walk home. As I busied myself with deflating a beach ball, I heard Robert making sounds as though he was struggling with something.
I turned around and, to my horror, I saw him in the pool -- sans life jacket -- thrashing frantically in an attempt to keep his nose and mouth above water. He wasn't succeeding.
It was one of those moments when time freezes; in fact, the memory of that sight has yet to leave my mind's eye. The abject fear and panic in his eyes is what I can't forget. When I saw him, he was already looking at me; his wild gaze screamed, "Daddy, I'm going to die! Rescue me!"
How long he had to wait in frenzied agony before I noticed his predicament, I don't know. That's something else that still haunts me. If I had been in his shoes, the thought, "If he doesn't see me, I'm going to perish," would have been looping mercilessly in my mind.
"Robert!" I cried, and jumped in to grab him. I hoisted him out of the water, and he coughed for so long and with such force that he vomited on me. As I held him and patted his back, I heaved a sigh of relief. Thank God, he was okay. I handed him off to his mom so she could comfort him, and climbed out of the pool to get cleaned up.
Apart from being a bit shaken up immediately after his ordeal, he recovered admirably. He showed no fear during a visit to the pool the next day. I, on the other hand, broke down in tears after we got home that evening. That's as close as we've ever come to losing Robert. And I was haunted by the memory of his eyes, wild with fear as they were fixed upon me.
The odd thing was that God's voice unmistakably broke through in the wake of all that chaos and upset at the pool. In an instant, I remembered the story of Jehoshaphat in 2 Chronicles 20, when a huge army was arrayed against Judah -- one they had no hope of defeating.
Jehoshaphat proclaimed a fast and called upon the people of Judah to seek God for help. They gathered in Jerusalem to pray to the Lord, and they ended their prayer by saying, "God, we are powerless, and we do not know what to do, but our eyes are on You."
Just like Robert. He was powerless to stay afloat or to save himself. He didn't know what to do. But his eyes were upon his daddy.
And this was how God spoke to me: "You ran to your son's rescue without a second's hesitation. How much more will I rescue you when you get in over your own head? Am I any less moved by your trouble when you look to me deliverance? Will I not come to your rescue, and quickly?"
A teachable moment, to be sure, and right in line with the a fortiori reasoning that Jesus applies to the Father in his teachings (Matt 7:11, Lk 12:24-28). Do I think God arranged for Robert to almost drown just to teach me something? No way. But I serve a God "who causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" (Rom. 8:38). In other words, nobody can make the best of a less than ideal situation like God can. Isaiah puts it this way: He exchanges the ash-heaps of our lives for beauty (Is 61:3).
And nobody does rescue like He does.
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
On Friday evening, after a day of oppressive heat and frustrating office trials, I was very happy to meet my wife and son at the community pool for some relaxation.
My son Robert has taken to the water quite well. He's dependent on a life jacket at the moment, but he has no fear about jumping in the deep end and moving around the pool on his own. I was a lifeguard and swim instructor for several years before college, so I've been planning to "graduate" him to another flotation device that would encourage him to be a more self-sufficient swimmer.We had a grand time together. The late afternoon sun's low, hazy glow kept us warm, but not uncomfortable. The water's temperature was perfect. We engaged the pool attendant in friendly, light-hearted conversation. And, of course, there was plenty of playful splashing to go around.
After enjoying the water for a couple of hours, we decided to head home for a late pizza dinner. We climbed out of the pool and began stowing the myriad pool paraphernalia (noodles, kick boards, goggles, beach balls, inner tubes, etc.) for the walk home. As I busied myself with deflating a beach ball, I heard Robert making sounds as though he was struggling with something.
I turned around and, to my horror, I saw him in the pool -- sans life jacket -- thrashing frantically in an attempt to keep his nose and mouth above water. He wasn't succeeding.
It was one of those moments when time freezes; in fact, the memory of that sight has yet to leave my mind's eye. The abject fear and panic in his eyes is what I can't forget. When I saw him, he was already looking at me; his wild gaze screamed, "Daddy, I'm going to die! Rescue me!"
How long he had to wait in frenzied agony before I noticed his predicament, I don't know. That's something else that still haunts me. If I had been in his shoes, the thought, "If he doesn't see me, I'm going to perish," would have been looping mercilessly in my mind.
"Robert!" I cried, and jumped in to grab him. I hoisted him out of the water, and he coughed for so long and with such force that he vomited on me. As I held him and patted his back, I heaved a sigh of relief. Thank God, he was okay. I handed him off to his mom so she could comfort him, and climbed out of the pool to get cleaned up.
Apart from being a bit shaken up immediately after his ordeal, he recovered admirably. He showed no fear during a visit to the pool the next day. I, on the other hand, broke down in tears after we got home that evening. That's as close as we've ever come to losing Robert. And I was haunted by the memory of his eyes, wild with fear as they were fixed upon me.
The odd thing was that God's voice unmistakably broke through in the wake of all that chaos and upset at the pool. In an instant, I remembered the story of Jehoshaphat in 2 Chronicles 20, when a huge army was arrayed against Judah -- one they had no hope of defeating.
Jehoshaphat proclaimed a fast and called upon the people of Judah to seek God for help. They gathered in Jerusalem to pray to the Lord, and they ended their prayer by saying, "God, we are powerless, and we do not know what to do, but our eyes are on You."
Just like Robert. He was powerless to stay afloat or to save himself. He didn't know what to do. But his eyes were upon his daddy.
And this was how God spoke to me: "You ran to your son's rescue without a second's hesitation. How much more will I rescue you when you get in over your own head? Am I any less moved by your trouble when you look to me deliverance? Will I not come to your rescue, and quickly?"
A teachable moment, to be sure, and right in line with the a fortiori reasoning that Jesus applies to the Father in his teachings (Matt 7:11, Lk 12:24-28). Do I think God arranged for Robert to almost drown just to teach me something? No way. But I serve a God "who causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose" (Rom. 8:38). In other words, nobody can make the best of a less than ideal situation like God can. Isaiah puts it this way: He exchanges the ash-heaps of our lives for beauty (Is 61:3).
And nobody does rescue like He does.
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Never get on a bear's bad side
I haven't worked out the theology on whether or not there will be animals in heaven, or if everyone's dearly departed Fido will be waiting for them at the pearly gates with tails a-wagging. Until I know otherwise, I certainly hope so on both counts. But I'm specifically hoping that there will be grizzly bears and tigers in abundance. for two reasons:
So now my prayer is two-fold: Lord, let me hug a grizzly in heaven, and please, PLEASE don't EVER let me be on the wrong end of a grizzly's paw!
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
I haven't worked out the theology on whether or not there will be animals in heaven, or if everyone's dearly departed Fido will be waiting for them at the pearly gates with tails a-wagging. Until I know otherwise, I certainly hope so on both counts. But I'm specifically hoping that there will be grizzly bears and tigers in abundance. for two reasons:
- They are magnificent, awe-inspiring animals.
- My long-held secret hope has been to run up to a grizzly bear, give it the biggest bear hug I can muster, and bury my face deeply in its fur.
So now my prayer is two-fold: Lord, let me hug a grizzly in heaven, and please, PLEASE don't EVER let me be on the wrong end of a grizzly's paw!
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Disaster on Fairview Lake
Well, friends, I'm finally getting around to breaking my month-long silence. It's been a busy time, with some vacation thrown in the mix around Independence Day.
While on vacation, I experienced what can only be described as a misadventure. Don't worry, it was a comical one, as you'll discover if you listen to the audio below.
Enjoy a hearty laugh on me. :)
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
Well, friends, I'm finally getting around to breaking my month-long silence. It's been a busy time, with some vacation thrown in the mix around Independence Day.
While on vacation, I experienced what can only be described as a misadventure. Don't worry, it was a comical one, as you'll discover if you listen to the audio below.
Enjoy a hearty laugh on me. :)
Blessings,
Rob
aka The MonT-SteR
