Crazy Baseball Stat

The Cubs just swept the Dodgers, which brings the all-time record between the two ballclubs to....1010-1010. Are you kidding me? How do you play baseball for over a century (they've been playing since 1890), and you have a .500 record against each other?

Oh, an even crazier baseball stat? The Cubs lead the Central Division... (sorry bum)

Going All In

At the lindy exchange last weekend, a friend of mine had an interesting conversation with a dancer who has a reputation as being somewhat of a player. Currently, the guy is in what he called an "open relationship." In defense of that, he asked the question: Would you prefer getting from your partner 10 out of the 10 units of love he can give, or get 500 of the 1000 units of love he can give?

Now, my first instinct would be to shrug off the question as being stupid. How would one person be able to give 10 units of love, compared to 1000 units of love for another person? But my friend completely skipped that, going to the heart of the question anyway--she said she would take the guy giving 10 out of 10. And she answered without hesitation. That answer kind of took him back.

Numbers aside, that's clearly the right answer. Whoever I take as a wife (God willing), I want her 100% committed to me, even if she "only" have 10 "love units" to give me. What does it say about me, though, that my first instinct was to nit-pick the question?

The more I thought about it, the more similarities I see about the question and our relationship with God. Now, it's not like God is giving us 500 of His 1000 love units, or anything like that--He loves us completely. But comparitively, the love we show Him is incredibly small. But, what does He want? He wants all 10 of our love units to go to Him.


Anyway, on a completely unrelated note, I got a hit from Marghita this morning, so it's cool to know that Kelsey is checking out my blog!

Oh Yeah

Because of my crazy business this year, I had forgotten how much I enjoy swing dancing. Thanks to some Indy friends, we took a spur-of-the-moment trip to the lindy exchange (think: non-stop dancing for like 10 hours a night for multiple days in a row) in Columbus (Ohio). Now, I need to commend the exchange: there were some really good dancers there. Better than any other I've ever been to. It's so much fun to dance with a bunch of really good swing dancers, to the point where I don't really worry about asking a new person to dance because they're sure to be good. It was a ton of fun--I had a blast. I'm exhausted (only slept from about 3am until 8:30am, and that's getting awoken multiple times), but it was really natural and right in a lot of ways to be dancing again. Good stuff. Other good stuff? Sleep...

Sitting On the Dock by the Bay

Not quite the lyrics, but whatever. For those of you concerned about my little deck over the water, it was almost completely out of water about three days ago. Then the rain came, and now it's completely under water once again. Probably more covered than it's ever been. So, no sitting on, or using, the dock for quite some time...

Tough Track Meet

Friday I got to work as the assistant starter for a conference meet down south. It was fun, and easy money...at least, so I thought. Tons of things went wrong. First of all, it was stinkin' cold--nothing says "middle of May" like seeing your breath...oh wait. Secondly, one of the teams is on central time, so the starting time got pushed back an hour, making for a long night: field events started at 6pm, but trials didn't start until 7:30, and the regular events were supposed to start at 8:30. Of course, the automatic timing system wasn't working, so everything was handheld and human operated. Which, among others things, means things go a lot slower--the running events didn't start until after 9pm. Then, we missed a violation (neither I nor the head starter saw the supposed violation happen, although I think I heard them talking about it afterwards) that may have actually determined who won the meet. All in all, I left at just a little before midnight, which means I didn't get home until well after 1am. It's Sunday now, and I'm still trying to get my sleep schedule "reset."

Not So Bad After All

So, this was going to be my week from....well, let's say a busy week. But, two rained out golf matches later, the week has become a lot easier to handle. Now, if rain washed out my track meet in Mitchell tomorrow, my week will become ridiculously easy.

One nice thing about free nights (what to do with all this time???) is the reentry of my guitar into my life. It's been too long--my fingers hurt. But, I'm finding a little worship does a wonderful job of refocusing and reenergizing me. Long-time struggles seem to go away in the presence of God. Amazing what a sovereign Creator can do. :)

Anyway, it's been great to refocus on God some at a time when I was going through somewhat of a dry spell. And a couple of cool insites came out of a CD sermon I listened to today out of Matthew (13, I think)--the parable about selling everything you own to buy that one amazing, most-precious jewel. In particular, the typical roles in the parable were reversed. Jesus was the buyer, and I was the pearl. How crazy is that?!? But he did--he gave his life to buy...me. I can picture Jesus there, just holding a pearl like a baby with a goofy grin on his face. So content and happy that he's got me. That is an amazing picture.