The World According To Chris Brewer

This one’s for you Jason Brewer, being the big Halo fan that you are. Apparently someone fused together Super Mario and Halo and created an interesting game. I’d like to download it to try it for myself. Check this out, your life will never be the same. They call it Super Mario Fusion.

I promise.

We were studying as part of the LifeSpring home group tonight at Jason’s house, about how Jesus called the disciples and they immediately cast down everything they were doing to follow him. An example:

Matthew 4:18-22 “As he walked by the Sea of Galilee, how saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea - for they were fishermen. And he said to them, ‘Follow me, and I will make you fish for people.’ Immediately they left their nets and followed him. As he went from there, he saw two other brothers, James son of Zebedee and his brother John, in the boat with their father Zebedee, mending their nets, and he called them. Immediately they left the boat and their father, and followed him.”

Interesting to note, as our discussion provided the opportunity to touch base on tonight, that the disciples were already adept at their respective professions for quite some time — the medical field, tax collection, fishing, etc. — yet they dropped everything and went and followed a man who bucked tradition and turned conventional wisdom on its head. As such Jesus was hated by many, including the most prominent individuals in the religious community.

In Jewish custom, when a great rabbi chooses one of his students to mentor for life, he does so at a very young age, probably mid-teens or so. Yet Jesus called his disciples at a much older age. I wonder why.

Also, since Jesus was hated by so many, what would compel ordinary people who were already rejected by the religious order as being unable to be their disciples — to be the closest friends of someone who taught the law and the prophets, but riled up the religious leaders?

The Bible is full of mysteries, but I believe this goes not only to show that God’s calling is for everyone, but I think it has a deeper meaning. Jesus called people who were “past their prime” so to speak, to prove that not only is His calling for everyone regardless of age, ability, etc., but he did it to show that there are no classes, no titles, no one more important than the other in the kingdom of God. If some smelly fisherman can be Jesus’ best friend then he opens that opportunity for us as well.

Also an additional point to make: what compelled the disciples to drop everything and go? I believe it was the Holy Spirit. Now take into account that Jesus had not sent down the Holy Spirit as the comforter and guide yet (he wasn’t anywhere close to being nailed to the cross yet) but the Bible indicates the Holy Spirit was present with God in the beginning of the earth’s creation. I honestly believe the Spirit moved on their hearts to follow this man called Jesus, who would ultimately end up changing the world.

The way God works is interesting and it’s cool to find out little tidbits of why He does what He does.

Some good news couldn’t have come at a more opportune time.

After spending all of last night with a mystery illness that for the most part lasted the better part of two days, I received a call this morning informing me that I’ve been hired on as a field representative for AT&T Mobility here in Springfield. It’ll be part-time mainly weekend work, but the rate of pay is excellent and the job has a ton of advancement opportunities. I’m looking forward to it and I thank the Lord for this opportunity.

Onto other things…

- I absolutely love the game of basketball. So not only did it catch my attention to see an article in on the website of my hometown newspaper, The Daily News, this morning about a basketball player from my alma mater (Go Rainier Columbians!), but one thing about the article really impressed me. It’s about a girl who has only one eye, and she’s the second-leading scorer on the team. God bless her, that’s awesome. I can barely shoot with both eyes functioning perfectly, and I can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like — much less the game of basketball — with only one eye. What a great story about someone overcoming a tremendous disability.

- The MacBook Air is here. An ultra-thin laptop that just about trumps anything I’ve ever seen. It has an option for a 64GB solid state hard drive. Wow.

- I found a video on YouTube that shows the last two minutes or so of the Gonzaga-Florida game from the 1998 NCAA Tournament. Who from the Northwest can’t remember rooting on a bunch of white guys from a small Jesuit school as they beat the likes of Stanford and Florida and then succumbed to Connecticut by just three points??? The ‘98 Tournament was the best ever, as evidenced by the Kentucky-Duke regional final and the Valpo-Ole Miss first-round thriller. (Not to mention, Gus Johnson, the guy calling the Zags game, is my favorite broadcaster come tourney time.)

To all Cowboys fans:

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Long live Eli Manning.

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Also, this just in from the Red Cross. They have announced a new national symbol for choking. Please inform everyone in your OSHA and Safety Departments.

OLD SYMBOL

NEW SYMBOL

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You guys lost to the Giants. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

So our Internet connection has finally stopped freaking out and I can post something of value again. Sorry I’ve been gone lately. Howzit?

Today was interesting, well at least from the early evening onward. Interviewed for a job at 5, then worked 6-9. Work was, well, work. And on a Friday night, there wasn’t much to do. Only had a few customers, but that was about it. Booooooring.

I was able to salvage my post-work evening and turn it into something great. Evin and grabbed some coffee at Starbucks — initially all the tables were taken, including one by two females who were done already. We just sat in the car with our coffees for a bit until one of the tables cleared, then we ran back in, claimed the table and talked until they closed at 11. ‘Twas a grand old time.

Tomorrow’s gonna be pretty fun after about 1 PM. I work three hours (gotta love those productive work days), then I’ll go home for a few hours before I pick up Dustin and head to Omar and Misty’s house in Marshfield, where I spent Tornado Night, to watch our beloved Seattle Seahawks try to upend the Green Bay Packers in Cheese Country. I think they can do it.

Speaking of tornadoes, get a load of this. Thanks to Dan Browning for tipping me off to this in the comments section of a previous thread — an EF-1 tornado ripped through parts of Vancouver, Washington yesterday. Yeah, I know. Washington state. In the dead of winter. A tornado.

As if having a tornado in Missouri in January wasn’t weird enough, one decided to try to create a scene all by its lonesome. It apparently did a pretty decent job.

About now, I’m fighting to stay awake so let’s hope my head doesn’t hit the keyboard and I don’t fall asleep on it. Gooddfdjfkjdfksdmlfnlkdkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk