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Name: David D.
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Gender: Male
Interests: Investigating the Gospel in real life application, meeting with people, preaching, teaching, counseling, singing, playing instruments, playing sports, cooking, reading, and writing poetry. But I really like spending time with my wife Sonia. She enthralls me.
Expertise: None. I like to think. I think.
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Member Since:
12/5/2003
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| I Blow Dry My LawnI have an electric lawn mower. When I use it, it sounds like I'm blow drying my lawn. Or vacuuming it. I don't think it should be classified as a power lawn tool. More like lawn beauty supply, I guess.
It's kind of emasculating. I mean, if I were up against a Toro, or Snapper, or Craftsman, or Honda, I'll cut the grass just as well, but I won't sound as powerful. Of course, I'm also saving money by not using gas. And it's better for the environment because I have zero engine emissions. And it's lightweight, which means it's easier on me to move around, except for the extra long extension cord I use (it's not the rechargeable kind). And it's easier to start and stop since all I have to do is pull a handle. Ultra easy.
I guess I don't feel too unmanly. I mean, two other guys in my neighborhood use electric lawn mowers. Of course, they're each over 50 years old. Maybe I'm just old manly. Yeah, that makes me feel much better. | | |
| Unto us a son...God has blessed us with a son. Derek Jin Lee was born at 11:40AM on Monday, February 11, coming in at 8 lbs. 3.4 oz. and 21.5 inches. He looks like his father and mother and older sister.
God has blessed us with His Son. I hope my son follows His Son. Derek means "way" in Hebrew, as in "the Way of the Lord." | | |
| Last Friday I went to the Braves game with my dad, my first brother and his first son, my uncle and his son - six of us total ranging in age from about 4 to 73. I'd been wanting to do this outing with the men in my family here in Atlanta for a while, particularly to take my dad and his brother to a game. They're 20 years apart in age, the oldest and youngest in their family with eight children. Because their father died at an early age, my dad became the austere father figure of the family and wasn't much fun for my uncle to hang around. But my uncle did an excellent job of explaining the more subtle nuances of the game to my father, like the fact that John Smoltz had a no-hitter through seven innings and that Chipper Jones was a triple short of hitting for the cycle. Just being there with my dad was good; it was the first time we'd ever been to a Braves game together. We ate cotton candy together, enjoyed the game, persevered through the post-game fireworks, and all went to The Varsity afterwards. Awesome! So much better than watching the game at home and seeing my dad yell at the TV! It was funny when they started winning and he said it was because he was at the game. (Funny because we've all thought similar thoughts about our own power to affect the outcomes of games.) Here's a pic with me, my pops, my brother and his son.
Yes, I have my father's eyebrows. And his big head. My second brother was missing (he's on the West Coast). As my dad gets older, it's harder for him to enjoy adventures like this. I have to appreciate the time we have. Too many moments in my younger years were spent blinded by my youthful angst and pride; I didn't love my dad very much back then. God has graciously allowed me to grow to know him, serve him, and enjoy him much better these past six years that I've been back in Atlanta. Thank you, God.
(And thanks to my wife for letting me go and celebrate my birthday without her, at least for this part of the celebration. Maybe next year I can bring our son, too!)
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| Obstructed ViewLast night a group of us went to the Braves game. Barry Bonds got booed and hit a home run (1-4, 1 solo HR, 3 groundouts to right field). Braves won after a tense 9th inning. It was hot. And there were a few people who kept standing and blocking our view. Standing up from time-to-time isn't so bad. But if it's accompanied by an insensitivity to the enjoyment of the people around you, then it makes it bad.
As a Christian, I would hope to be sensitive to people around me. We may grade ourselves (and others) on general politeness. When someone cuts us off in their car, we curse. If they let us in when we need to change lanes, we may be grateful for their kindness. Women may grade men on chivalry - opening doors, offering coats, refilling drinks, etc. Nice things, yes.
But I think those things sometimes obstruct our view of the greater things. We may be "nice people" but fail to actually love those around us. If we do not care for their spiritual condition, if we do not recognize that the superficial things may only be the tip of the iceberg, and if we do not pray for the deeper matters of the heart in relationship to God, then we are looking at the wrong things.
If we get more bent out of shape at people who stand up in front of us at a baseball game than we do at the thought of people not knowing Jesus Christ, then our hearts are in the wrong place altogether.
A reminder to myself...and maybe to others. | | |
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