Monthly Archive for January, 2009

SOFA Super Bowl Tribute Game Tomorrow, 1 PM

I was overruled by Jerome yesterday — last Sunday I had announced post-game that we wouldn’t be playing flag football this weekend due to the Super Bowl.

Well, enough people wanted to play, so we’re on again. Tomorrow we will gather for a Super Bowl Tribute Game at 1 p.m. We’re holding it an hour early so everyone can get home, shower up, etc. and then settle down to watch the Big Game at their respective houses, places of employment or worship, etc.

Besides, it’ll be pushing 50 degrees tomorrow. That’ll be the best football weather we’ve had in a while.

It makes perfect sense that the flags I own are both red and yellow, so pick the color of the team you want to win and we will play as the Cardinals and Steelers in a hopeful attempt to guess the winner of the Super Bowl.

If I QB anything like I have the past few weeks, you can just go right ahead and call me Kurt Warner. :)

The game starts tomorrow at 1 p.m. at Kickapoo High School’s practice field, and everyone is invited!

Seen In The Circuit City Parking Lot

Well someone has an opinion to share, and they’ve made it plaaainly known.

(Dave Coonrod is Greene County’s presiding commissioner.)

The 54321, Whistle While You Work Edition

As I sit here at work, there are five notable tunes I’ve been cycling through all day and I feel compelled to share them with you.

Video editing is a rough thing when 65 real-time effects do not process and need to be re-rendered.

Enjoy!

Apathy Versus Realism

Apathy…it’s a word we all hate to hear because it generally means a lack of passion or excitement. When that word has been used to describe a current state of being at a place of worship, it’s definitely not good.

The church I attend has had a serious battle with apathy attacking some or all people in the congregation. There’s reason for it too — attendance is dwindling, we’re running out of money, and the building is falling apart around us. Literally and figuratively, our church could collapse at any moment.

But as much as there is room for apathy, there’s room for hope. The bus ministry has helped us reach an audience of up to thirty young people each Wednesday night. People are coming to know Christ, and there is a set vision for the church in place.

So why is the apathy there?

Well, it was documented that in the last prayer meeting, the Holy Spirit spoke through a message in tongues and interpretation, saying plainly that the apathy was a spirit and we needed to rebuke it.

I can buy that for a dollar, even with my misgivings about tongues and interpretations in my church.

But I don’t know if the line has been clearly drawn between someone being apathetic and simply being a realist.

Let me put it this way:

A good real-life scenario is that the church is losing money each month and does not have the funds nor personnel to fix a building that is crumbling around us.

The spiritualist in this instance says God is going to provide, not knowing how but he’s going to do it…and they wait for the Lord to provide a solution.

The realist in this instance says there is no way given our current situation that we can stay here in this building…let’s sell it to the highest bidder and go rent a place to worship. They want a solution now before the situation becomes insurmountable.

The spiritualist and realist in this instance butt heads. But see, this is where a healthy dose is needed of both spiritualism and realism. Me being more of the realist, I’m sure there is a happy medium so I’ll let the more spiritually attuned people chime in.

I also think apathy could be linked in with introversion. Our church has a large number of introverts as opposed to extroverts when it comes to regular attendees, and that poses a simple problem. When people don’t get out and don’t make efforts to communicate with everyone, you’ve got the breeding ground for an apathetic spirit among the introvert (never tries to reach out), the extrovert (reaching out and fruitlessly trying to get the introverts to reach out as well) and the new people (“why are only a few people talking to me?”) right there.

The best way to beat apathy here is to get involved — get in the Word and stay in it, and get out of the comfort zones so easily built. That’s it.

But if someone is a realist, on the other hand…you’re not going to easily shake their points of view.

Because I’m a realist, I tend to think we are over-spiritualizing our problems at times. If we all looked at practical solutions to the situations facing our church, put our heads together and started thinking instead of waiting for God to say something that has a good chance of getting lost in translation, the apathy will go away and good things will start happening.

Personally I’d like to see the apathy disposed of, and ultimately my church move onto a place physically and spiritually conducive to everyone being benefited in equal fashion.

Now since I’m a realist, does that make me apathetic in your view? And how can we better distinguish between apathy and realism in the church?

Your thoughts are most certainly entertained and welcome.

Fun Times In The Ice And Snow

It’s amazing what can happen when you get two inches of sleet and then Ma Nature decides to dump five inches of snow on you in less than three hours.

That’s exactly what happened last night here in Springfield as my drive home from work — which normally takes 20 minutes max — took upwards of an hour. And even then I had trouble even nudging my car into a parking spot at my apartment complex.

Let’s start around 5:30. Jerome, Ian and I met over at the Steak ‘n’ Shake on National and St. Louis to grab a bite to eat, then suddenly the sleet stopped and it changed over to snow that fell fast and furious.

By the time we left there at 6 or so, already over an inch of snow coated our windshields and the roads. Despite my driving troubles earlier in the day, spinning my wheels repeatedly in nearly every intersection in town (especially left turns), I made it to my apartment complex okay, but that’s where things got dicey.

I live at the end of a seemingly never-ending road that takes you past rows and rows of apartments. About halfway to my destination, I saw a car in the parking lot spinning its wheels so I went over and asked the driver if she needed help. Of course she said yes, so myself and a couple other guys spent about 20 minutes freeing her from her predicament. The poor woman had spent 30 minutes revving her engine and trying to dig out before I got there — I wonder if anyone in my apartment complex even pays attention to the world around them?

So I hopped back in my car and made the final turn to my section of parking lot, and lo and behold, I got stuck too. One of the same guys that helped me get the prior victim unstuck, accompanied by a neighbor of mine, helped me as I rocked the car back and forth and eventually made it into a parking spot where I pulled off the worst parking angle in history.

Fast-forward to today…I tried to get out of the parking lot but it is no go. Had to pull right back into my parking spot, so I’ll be editing from home for the next few hours at least.

Apartment managers, can we get a little help down on the south end of the complex? Thanks.

To The Idiot Who Tailed Me All The Way To Work

Dear Young Man In The Subaru Impreza —

YOU ARE BEING CALLED OUT!!! I am sure you won’t even read this, but I just want to let you know that tailing someone on pure ice is the most retarded thing you can do during winter weather.

I want to let you know that I am the man in the pearl Acura that you followed so closely behind for five miles, from Chestnut Expressway, all the way down Trafficway to Jefferson.

Remember me?

I’m the guy who reached up onto his roof with his left hand, grabbed ice chunks and started throwing them in your direction in an effort to make you stop tailing him, shortly after he had fishtailed by Hammons Field.

I am a good driver, but you wouldn’t have known that I was going to correct my skid. What if I had spun out? Your dumb driving techniques would have led you straight into my vehicle, at which point I would have jumped out of my car and started throwing wild punches at you instead of asking you if you were okay.

About those ice chunks, they seemed to have done something because you finally backed off around the Kimbrough intersection. Or maybe that was just because there is a police substation in the area.

At any rate, I hope that if you continue to tail people that you crash into something and learn your lesson. So don’t tail people, and stay safe. You very nearly got us both killed out there this morning with your idiotic driving.

Unfortunately, there’s more people out there in Springfield who don’t know how do drive in winter weather, so I implore you to back off vehicles in front of you and lead by example.

All the best, and I hope you got the scare of your life today,

Chris Brewer

P.S. This is totally not a Christian letter to write, but I’m so steamed right now I had to post it. Cheers!

Who’s This Guy With A Nose For The Camera?

This isn’t Cocoa, for sure. His coat’s a little dark and he looks a bit tiny to be Coke, but there is a new guy in the Brewer household…

Meet Chance, a dog that my parents adopted from a shelter in Bolivar on Saturday (actually the shelter had brought a bunch of pups down to Petsmart for their Saturday adoption program). He appears to be a sort of terrier/lab mix.

Chance is so named because he’s a rescue dog, and Mom and Dad gave him a second chance, so there ya go.

He warmed right up to Mom and he follows her everywhere she goes. I spent Saturday and Sunday evenings with Mom and Dad while Dad was in town for the weekend, and got acquainted with the new little guy just a little bit.

Cocoa’s having a bit of a time adjusting, but friendly of a guy as he is, tries to get Chance to play and expend some energy. Only Chance sees that Coke is infinitely bigger than he is and he’s a bit scared…which results in some bared-teeth growls every now and then. They’ll warm up to each other in due time.

Here’s one instance where they did, though…they sacked out right next to each other. I caught this before Coke fell asleep.

So now Mom has two dogs to keep her company for a bit, and Coke now has a playmate as soon as they warm up to each other.

I have a few more photos here…check ‘em out.

The Winter Storm Has Ferociously Arrived

It’s the 6 PM hour, and up here north of Springfield at my apartment we have a thin coat of ice on cars and it’s sleeting HARD.

The worst is expected to come our way tonight. God knows if I’ll be able to even make it off my hill tomorrow.

Anyhoo, here are a couple good links I plan to keep up with throughout the night:

National Weather Service Watches & Warnings
KSPR 24/7 Weather

Be good and stay safe out there folks!

SOFA Week 17: Yellow 43, Red 22

Well, I now know that after a string of four losses, the last two of which I was wearing red flags, the ultimate remedy was just to wear yellow and that would take care of it all.

For the second straight week, Yellow posted a mercy-rule victory — although the teams were a little different. I threw the game’s first two touchdowns to Jerome and then Jerome hit Ian for one after Yellow scored on a toss from Larry to Kurk to make it an 18-7 game at halftime.

I think this was the best game in which a team blocked effectively — Jerome had a kickoff return late in the second half in which Ian and I threw some nifty blocks, and he sprung for the touchdown. After that return that made it 37-14, Yellow struck gold when David hit Larry with an awesome pass in the endzone to bring it to 37-22.

Let me back up for a second here. Remember the play last week in which Ian tipped a pass and Kurk caught the deflection? Well, Ian’s second touchdown on the day was just payback for that last week — Larry had an interception there, but it popped up and Ian came down with it for the TD. It was a good recompense.

I made a boneheaded play late in the game when I thought Matt was Jerome and I lateraled to him — I thought it worked well until I saw him run the other way. Ugh.

The game-sealing touchdown was a play on which David (we only had 7 today so David played offense full-time) threw a short pass to me — Jerome threw a nice block and I followed it to the left, ran about 20 yards and Ian threw another block in front of Kurk and I was gone. Game over, 43-22.

Today eclipsed last week as the biggest margin of victory for one team over another in SOFA play so far with 21 points. Last week’s margin was 20.

My personal thanks to everyone who came out to play today…it was 21 degrees outside and those who joined us — Ian, Jerome, Matt, Larry, Kurk and David — braved some nasty cold to play. Thanks, everyone!

All Glory To The Chewbacca Door

:)