Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)
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"It is the spirit in a man..."
Elihu
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"May you live as long as you want to
and want to as long as you live."
Senior to 8th grader
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"I can do all things through Him who strengthens
me."
Paul
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"Prayer is an offering up of our desires unto God, for
things agreeable
to His will, in the name of Christ, with confession of our
sins,
and thankful acknowledgment of His mercies."
The Shorter Catechism of
1646
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I just got back
from another circuit ride to visit the inlaws (Wilkes-Barre) and outlaws
(Pittsburgh) in Pennsylvania.
Door to door from
Belvidere, Illinois, it's 500 miles to the outlaws and 800 miles to the inlaws;
and I have done the latter aboard Return and Return2 on several occasions in
about 14 hours.
I had never gone
more than 800 miles in a day...until July 3.
Avoiding Chicago
on the return from the inlaws by going waaaaaaay
south, I rode Return2 for just a shade over 18 hours and a new
personal record of 1054 miles.
My sister's
verdict was echoed by several other relatives: "That's ridiculous!
That's abnormal! You're nuts!"
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I've worn
contacts for about five years.
That's because
Lasik wore out after about ten years; annnnnnnd
that was not an experience that I wanted to repeat.
Why either?
My eyes are very,
very, very light sensitive; and without shades, migraines are triggered.
Prescription
sunglasses are very expensive; especially if you keep losing 'em.
Clip-ons don't
work on iron ponies.
Ergo, contacts.
As I struggled plugging
in my first set to the giggles of my wife and sons who haaaaaaad to be there for
the show, I heard the doctah whisper, "A lot of people his age can't make
the adjustment to contacts."
With some bad
words in mind, that was the only inspiration that I needed.
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My wife agrees
with my mom on something about me.
Actually, I think
it's something about me that bonds inlaws and outlaws.
Actually(2), they
have both said the same thing without knowing the other said it until now because I think
they're being pejorative not positive about, uh, moi: "Bobby, you're a
rebel."
That's not rebel as in that stupid
flag symbol that's so offensive to everyone but WASPs who've always felt
superior to everyone else; but rebel
as in consciously resisting any temptation to being normal.
When I
hear/think/see normal, I
think b-o-r-i-n-g.
Conventional
spells Revelation 3:1-6 to me.
I pray/try/want
to be more of a Matthew 9:17 kinda guy.
Kite.
Rebel.
Ridiculous.
Nuts.
Abnormal.
Excellent!!!
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Let me put it
another way.
I hang out with
lots of Special Olympians.
Normally
conventional people like to say "they" are mentally challenged.
Buuuuuuut have you ever
watched Special Olympians compete, worship, dance, and...?
I have; and ever
since, I have redefined/redesignated who are the really "challenged"
people of this world.
Special Olympians
don't lie and cheat, know how to party, and wanna make love not war.
Have you ever
watched those normally conventional people compete, worship, dance, and...?
C'mon, be honest.
Who looks
happier?
Who looks more
like they get this from The
Shorter Catechism of 1646: "Our chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy Him
forever!"
Case closed.
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When someone says
I don't look or talk or act like a pastor, I think, "Excellent!"
That's because
the definition of what a conventionally normal pastor should...
You know what I
mean; and if you don't, you may be as boring as...
BTW, considering
the attrition rate of the conventionally normal pastors these days and that
I've hung around nearly 14 years past AARP eligibility and will never retire to
the chagrin of people who hate me in
a Christian kinda way and hope I'm knocked off by an
Islamofascistnutball or get what I deserve for not wearing a helmet,...
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So what's this
all about?
Is this some
navel-gazing exercise in reckless narcissism?
Sure, if that's
what you wanna think.
Lots of people
like to write off people like moi as ridiculous, nuts, abnormal, and...
But before you
find yourself in the corner of some nursing home or something, think about it;
before you find yourself asking, "What have/haven't I done with my
life?"
Believe it or
not, this isn't about me.
It's about you.
Are you happy,
whole, joyful, and secure?
Nobody's looking
and listening.
Be honest.
Are you happy, whole, joyful,
and secure?
If so, honestly so, praise the
Lord!
If not, and you're still breathing, you've
still got time to enjoy what He created as "good" for everyone.
We choose to
be happy, whole, joyful, and secure...or not.
And from what I
see/hear in/from the conventionally normal, I'm all for the ridiculous,
abnormal, and nuts.
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Dr. Sweazey
always told us to preach each sermon as if it were the last that we'd ever
preach.
Kathie, KD's webmaster, goes on vacation in a few days.
Unless I'm
knocked off by a former member of the church who didn't want to be delivered
from the conventionally normal aka b-o-r-i-n-g or some Islamofascistnutball or
the prayers of my other enemies go unanswered, the next KD won't hit cyberspace until August 1.
That's assuming,
of course, that I learn how to use the new computer sitting next to this one by
then.
Of course(2), if
any of the preceding is true,...
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Blessings and Love!
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