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I’m from New York but my driver’s license lists that my address is Ohio. My passport has a number of stamps in it. I’m the youngest of six, yet oldest son. I have a number after my initials, but not my name. I like music. I drink coffee at all times of the day. I am a follower of Jesus. I own my own business. I watch bonus features on DVD’s. For four months each year my wife and I are the same age. “I pledge allegiance to a country without borders, without politicians.” I am an ordained pastor. I’ve eaten raw horse meat. I’m fifteen inches taller than my wife, but I look up to her. I still prefer buying CDs to downloading music. I’m a night owl, who doesn’t mind getting up early. I like to shop, and my wife doesn’t. I like to play games. I moved to another country nine days after my wedding. I sometimes quote random lyrics. I believe in miracles. I prefer desktops to laptops. I like listening to audio books. I listen to hockey games on the internet. I have five sons. I'm living life mid sentence.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Disappointments in life, chugging back a glass and life in the middle of hickville.

Something has been bugging me on and off since last August. A number of my friends, some among my closest friends, said they were coming to my wedding but never showed. I'm sure they had good reasons for not showing, but it still bugs me that in most of their cases no explanation was ever given. They simply were no-shows, and in a couple cases I haven't heard from them at all since that time. While I realize there are transitions in life, and along with some transitions friends take different roads, I still am bothered at times that my friends--some whom I've known for 15+ years didn't take the time to pick up the phone and explain their absence.

The five weeks of "birthing class" are behind my wife and I, and the one major thing I learned from this experience is that just because a guy (or girl) is physically mature enough to procreate doesn't mean they are mentally mature enough to become parents. One teen, who we dubbed "Ian" served as a reminder that sometimes maturity is expressed the most by what we don't say.

And while I'm enjoying life in the country, I must say that it's a transition from working jobs with those who, for the most part, hold college degrees, to working with some who have, and others who haven't, finished high school. There are times when I find myself asking me a question that a customer recently asked me. Upon finding out that I had taught school, worked as a newscaster, and had a college degree, the gentleman asked me "what are you doing working here?" At times, usually when I am able to slow down enough to ponder life, I ask myself what God has for me to learn where I'm at now. So far I don't know what He has for e here, but part of me is hoping I find out sooner rather than later.