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I have the extreme honor today to be guest posting for Tor Constantino on his blog, The Daily ReTORt. Long time readers of this blog may recall that last year, I gave 6 Reasons Why I “Hate” Tor Constantino. Not that I, of course, really hate him–that piece was just a fun way for me to highlight Tor and his work.

Speaking of: for Tor, and his lovely wife, Kim, “work” is about to get a lot harder: they are soon welcoming a baby boy into their family. Please join me in both congratulations, and prayer. They’re gonna need it. 😉

All kidding aside, Tor is among the nicest people I’ve become acquainted with on the Internet; he always been there with a kind word, a timely comment, and a consistent “Follow Friday” on Twitter. He is, as they say, “good peoples.”

As such, he offered to host me in a guest spot. And I promptly went on hiatus, and forgot all about it. Recently, he gently reminded me of his offer, and the result is… different, perhaps from what you’re accustomed to reading around here:

Radagast the Brown For President

Being the better known one among the Maiar, and a war hero to boot, Gandalf was a shoe-in for the presidential nomination. Unfortunately, owing to the little fact of his departure from Middle Earth via the Grey Havens, he no longer met the rather stringent residency requirements. Which leads to the obvious question: how about Radagast the Brown? How about him?

You know what? If we can ever get Ralph Nader to stop running, old Raddie would be the ripest pick for
the Green ticket. That is if we can ever get him away from Tom Bombadil’s place–picking flowers, eating honey cakes, drinking Goldberry’s tea. Or something.

To read the rest, please click over to Tor’s blog, The Daily ReTORt.

Today’s guest post comes from new friend of the blog, Jamie Kocur. It deals with her feelings as an introvert worshipping/leading worship in an extroverted church culture.


For some time, I have felt that I was expected to worship a certain way. This way involves hand raising, loud singing, big arm movements and gesticulating, and often a general look of pain on your face. This should take place preferably on the first couple rows at church.

If I’m not worshipping in this way, I feel guilty, like I’m not doing it right. Modern, contemporary church services seem to have clearly communicated that this is the way to worship. Worship leaders stand at the front, loudly shouting instructions and demonstrating their own expression of discomfort. To properly love Jesus requires energy, shouting, and large speakers.

I am tired of feeling guilty.

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Today, I have the extreme honor of guest posting for Caleb Wilde on his blog, Confessions of a Funeral Director, on the need Embracing the Mystery.

I became acquainted with his work through Bryan Allain’s Killer Tribes.

Being a sixth generation funeral director, and a believer in Jesus Christ, Caleb has a unique take on “life at the crossroads of this world and the next.” By which I mean if you’re not reading his blog you should be. See to it. You’ll be glad you did.

While I have your “ear,” please keep Caleb and his wife, Nicole, in your prayers: they recently adopted a beautiful baby boy. And in addition to the needs and challenges of a new infant, Caleb–like me–has sleep apnea. Since I know what apnea is like, and with a sincere consideration for his line of work, I will refrain from making any “living dead” jokes.

But seriously, if you are the praying kind, send some up to the throne for Caleb. (Personally, I can’t imagine juggling the emotional toll of his job, caring for a new baby, and dealing with apnea).

Again, his blog is Confessions of a Funeral Director, and you can follow him on Twitter

Head on over to check out my guest post, and stick around to read some of Caleb’s work. Please leave him a comment, or two.

I have a confession to make. Are you ready? Alright. Here goes nothing.

I don’t think Tim Hawkins is funny.

I know, I know. What’s wrong with me? Everyone around me seems to think he’s hilarious. In particular, my buddy Chad Jones is a big fan. It’s caused more than our fair share of (friendly) disputes.

I feel like his stuff is a little corny, and cliché.

But here’s the thing: Just because I don’t get Hawkins’ brand of humor, doesn’t mean I need to hate on other people who love it.

A couple of years ago, this is a point on which I’d not have been willing to be flexible. I’ve always been a bit of an entertainment snob. If I think a movie, TV show, band or, in this case, comedian, is not high quality, I want the world to know.

To an extent, this is a trait that I’ve almost been proud of. I held to my character. Stuck to my guns.

Honorable, no?

The problem with that kind of cavalier attitude is that I was (and have been) alienating people I really love. They didn’t want to be around me. In retrospect, I don’t blame them.

It all really culminated a few days ago. My wife and I were pulling into the church parking lot when I made a comment (in the car) about a woman whom I saw was getting out of her car. I’d seen her be ugly to one of the parking lot attendants the previous Sunday. At the time we were pulling in, I witnessed her acting in a fashion that I believed to be “uppity,” which matched what I witnessed of her the weekend before.

I was disgusted with her behavior. I was disgusted with her.

But I took things to the next level. I called her an ugly name. Now, we were still in the car. The woman didn’t hear me and will never know I said it. But I know. And my wife knows.

And she called me a jerk.

Ok, so she didn’t say it exactly like that. But, later in the day, she let me know how upset she was at what I’d said. In fact, she’d been feeling like talking to me for a while about my negativity.

She called me out. She had every right to. I needed to hear it. As a Christian, I really do need to make more of an effort to love people who grind my gears. I’ve always made excuses and said things like, “That’s just how I talk when I’m driving. I’m not really like that.”

Aren’t I?

Is it okay to be hateful anywhere? Am I really capable of keeping that vitriol from oozing into other aspects of my life?

The truth is: that has happened. I’ve noticed that my anger rears its ugly head at times where it has no business being. It’s embarrassing. It really is.

So, I’m committing to work on it. I’m trying to learn how to hold on to what makes me – me, while letting go of the ugliness. I can be a jerk, but I don’t have to be.

I don’t enjoy Tim Hawkins or his comedy…but…it’s totally cool if you do.

Has God ever spoken to you through a spouse or loved one about something you need to change?

Tim says, “Thanks, Kevin! I think.”

Folks, you can connect with Kevin on Twitter @KevinRHaggerty, and his blog is The Isle of Man. Please join me in congratulating Kevin, and his wife Kim, on the impending arrival of their son. Please also be on prayer for Kevin as he recently learned that his teaching contract will not be renewed next school year. He is trusting God to provide through his writing. Let’s join with Kevin on this, ok?

20120331-225839.jpg Hey, Random Readers! I have the extreme honor to bring you a guest post today from the witty, hard-working Knox McCoy. Knox is known for his brilliant, hilarious recaps of the Bachelor/ette and the Walking Dead. He has also recently launched The My Bad Project as a way for Christians to apologize for the way(s) we’ve douched up our witness. He lives in a Tennessee with his wife and two young children.


You guys! What with the Killer Tribes conference this week, and all, I almost didn’t get this post writ. But a promise is a promise, right? Least I could do for blogging buddy, Chad. How I roll.

You know how I wrote about my my only thing with The Hunger Games? Well, I’ve got one thing about that new Tarsem Singh movie, I LOVED it! For serious. It was visually stunning (remember Immortals from last Fall? Same guy directed this fresh take on the Snow White story).

Everything from the dialogue to the set direction to the visuals were just lush. And stunning.


Gotcha, didn’t I?

April Fool’s!

The movie was terrible. It was the cinematic equivalent of a high colonic, but the thing is–the thing is–somehow you don’t feel cleaned out after. How does that happen?

It’s style over substance, people.

You almost get the sense that Singh’s vision–whatever that was–was, shall we say, a little hampered by the studio. Or a lot. You decide. Or don’t. Remember, I went there for you.

Impactful it was not.

Anyway, Julia Roberts was in it. At least I think she was. Either that, or someone that looked just like her somnambulated through the movie. Can we say “paycheck player” three times fast?

Ditto for Nathan Lane. I haven’t liked him since Mousetrap. Ok, that’s not true–since ever. (Best part of his “performance?” He got turned into a cockroach, and was “violated” by a grasshopper!) <--too bad that was off-camera.You guys, YOU GUYS! Remember 80's Bratpacker Mare Winningham. She's in this movie--as "Baker Lady." Boy, has she gone out to pasture. Nuff said.Anybody remember that great show on Animal Planet, Pit Boss? The one about the dude, Shorty, who has a soft spot for pit bulls? Well, two of his former crew have bit parts in this movie. That’s right–Sebastian and Ronald are Chuckles, and Wolf, respectively. Yep, they play dwarves. Must be method acting–because I believed them. They filled out those parts nicely.

I know, I know–you’re asking yourself: “What about the leads? What about Lily Collins and Armie Hammer?”

I’ll you what: after seeing Armie in The Social Network as the Winklevoss twins (that’s right, he played two parts), I was willing to forgive his ridiculous name. But not anymore. In this turgid turd he turns in the performance of a box of baking soda. (Seriously, what were his parents thinking, naming him “Armand Hammer?” “Arm & Hammer.” Get it?).

And then there’s poor Lily Collins. She of the unstoppable brows. Seriously, those things could give Jon Acuff’s uni a serious, serious run. They don’t quit! They must be why there was no palpable chemistry between her and baking soda boy. In my head, I could hear her dad’s (Phil Collins) song, In The Air Tonight: “I can hear it growing in the air tonight…”

Speaking of: the ending of course occurred in the night: a dark forest. And the beast? The scary creature, who we’d see glimpses of? Looked like nothing so much as an overgrown kitty cat in need of a tummy rub.

Turns out, that wasn’t far wrong:

The big twist was befanged, and betailed, kitty was none other than the long-thought-dead king, Sean Bean. Poor Sean, he looked befuddled. So confused–maybe concussed. I guess being turned into a kitty cat for eighteen years will do that to a man. Anyway, he sure looked like he would much rather have been anywhere else (what with those eyebrows practically stabbing him in his eyes). In fact:

He looked like he would much rather have been back in Westeros, getting his head chopped off all over again.


Somewhere in there, I think we were supposed so see some sort of feminist coming of age tale, but I couldn’t see past the brows. Or the forest for the trees. Whatever. I went there for you, people.

I went there for you.

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