Just shake your head and smile

Found myself in an uncomfortable situation Friday night. I was hosting our weekend guest groups and chatting with a few of them when there arose a debate between an ex-nun turned pentecostal intercessor and a claimed 'non-denominational' but actually conservative type of Plymouth Brethren pastor from India on the importance of miraculous signs in a believers life. I'm not a huge fan of debates, or "dialogue" as EMU so endearingly referred to them, so this was one of those moments I just wanted to sink into the trap cushion of the couch and disappear. Since that was not an option, I tried to add to the discussion in such a way as to emphasize the points they did agree on. The conversation came to a somewhat peaceful end with them agreeing that the main thing is to love one another and non-believers and I exited the scene as quickly as possible. Thankfully, the rest of the weekend was devoid of such conversations.

One of the groups was families of Indian decent. I had never really interacted with people of India before and I must say I really enjoyed connecting with them. I've heard a saying that whatever you've heard about China is true somewhere in China because it is so huge and diverse. I bet the same is true about India, though I can't say I've heard much. For what seems like a long time I've felt a call to Asia. I have a natural draw to China because of visiting it but in comparison to the friendliness of Indians, Chinese are somewhat awkward. Think I'll stop there with the stereotyping...

A calling to Asia is so vague and obviously I don't know what the future holds. All I know is WHO holds the future. So maybe this weekend was the tip of the iceburg of where my future may go. At the very least, I'm thankful for the opportunity to interact with another culture and see the beauty of the family of God.

Dancing is not something I can do when another human being is around. My brain spins in wild circles telling me to MOVE! but my eyes glaze over and avert everything but the ground, my hips suddenly gunk up with rust, my feet fill with lead and if a boy touches my hands, my face burns red. Its actually quite sad. I watch movies like Take the Lead & Dirty Dancing making mental notes I'll only use in my dreams. However, if no one else is around, I can bust a move or two, watch out. Jack Johnson croned as I danced all over the kitchen the other night preparing dinner. It was simply wonderful.

Random fart story... it was around 11:30 pm and I was on my way to turn off lights in a building before heading to bed. There was an older man a little ways ahead of me on the path. I guess he didn't hear me coming up behind him because out of nowhere there was this juicy, quite audible squeak. It wasn't me which left just one other soul -- busted! Immediately after the gastric expulsion his head spins around to check the scene. Of course I was looking right at him but tried the ole look-to-the-left-and-act-like-nothing-happened, gaze up at the night sky and DON'T LAUGH. For a few seconds I just starred at the back of his head and enjoyed the moment with a huge grin on my face. I caught up to and passed him and casually said, "Time for bed, huh?"

Some wedding shots

A few shots of my brother Greggy and his bride Stephanie's wedding.


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welcome to me!

Online blogging seems silly, especially for one who is not particular to opening up and being vulnerable. There are plenty of times I want to share more about myself with someone - not unlike the simple game of catch- but wait to be asked... only to be disappointed that they didn't appear to care enough to delve a little deeper. Time Out: this little save now blue bar that moves as I'm typing is quasi annoying. Its like I'm being watched. Okay, enough with the paranoia.

The reason I scampered into this world of online-ness is to allow others into my life as they please. I put it out there, they can tune in to the life of K-dog as they remember or want to. This is my response of sorts to friends who share their life with me via mass email updates and their own online journaling. I realized that as I read their junk I felt more connected and appreciative of them but there was no corresponding way for them, should they choose, to feel connected to me. Secretly (tho not so secret now!) I hope this saves my wrists from the carpal tunnel woes of tapping away for hours in front of the compy to the pile of unanswered emails I am getting worse at replying to.

If you read up on my life and feel connected to me in a new way, let me know. I'm assuming that if you are reading this its 'cause you know me. Or want to. This picture shows me in a public speaking setting... I can do it but I just don't feel comfortable doing so. Currently, that parallels this adventure into cyberspace.