Not Single

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So I got a girlfriend the other day. That was a good day.

I want to save you all the sappy “new love” stuff, so let’s just skip straight to the relationship gripes.

The worst thing about having a girlfriend is that my entire repertoire of sad, creepy, single man humour is lost to me. I’d been developing that for years. Now all I have is inadequate, newbie boyfriend humour, and that won’t last long. Then I have inadequate medium/long-term boyfriend humour, and that’s pretty much every non-single man’s joke bread-and-butter.

They say relationships are about sacrifice, but I totally forgot to count the cost to my comedy routines.

If you’re wondering, the best thing about having a girlfriend is she’s awesome. I would have liked to have been able to add that the best thing is also that we get to sync calendars, but she uses a paper diary and you can’t sync them with anyone. Still it’s probably for the best. It’s way too early to be syncing calendars. That’s a level of intimacy our relationship is not yet ready for. I think syncing calendars is probably up there with pet names, hosting dinner parties, and public fights in the shops, and we’re not ready for any of them.

Spiders, Tsunamis and My Ego

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Not being funny when I’m trying to be
Spiders
Missing the will of God
My sin
Tsunamis
Police cars that drive behind me
Looking like I don’t know what I’m doing
Failure
My Ego
Doing things I’ve never done before
Having children who go feral
Getting married then stuffing it up
People who look like they’re going to beat me up
Plane crashes
Turning into a creepy middle-aged man
Thinking I might have gotten it all wrong
Parties
Parties where I don’t know anyone
My car breaking down in peak-hour traffic
Being in countries where I don’t know the language
Dying, but not death

These are some things that scare me.

This is post is part of the Blogging by Request series. To make your suggestion of what I should blog about, go here.

Half plus Seven

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There’s been a lull in my blogging by request fulfilment, but it has not gone forgotten.

The question posed by Tamie was “Is your age divided by 2 plus 7 the optimum maximum age difference for a couple or is there more to it than that?”

There’s a theory that goes, if you want to know what the maximum age boundaries are for dating, you take a guy’s age, divide it by two and then add seven. That’s the youngest allowable age for a guy to date. For a girl you minus seven from her age, then times it by two and that the oldest guys she’s allowed to date.

So for me the youngest person I’m technically allowed to date is 22. (30/2)+7=22

If you’re a 17 year-old girl the oldest guy you can can date is 20. (17-7)x2=20

Now that might all seem fairly reasonable, but things get strange at some points. For instance if you’re a 12-year-old boy the youngest girl you can date is 13. Which means he has to find an older woman. Or if you’re a 12-year-old girl the oldest man you can date is 10.

And then if you are, say 70-year-old woman, the oldest man you can date is 126, which is probably impossible. If you are a 70-year-old man the youngest woman you can date is 42. This is not outside the realms of possibility. And in fact, I if am still single at 70, I shall be cruising the dance-floors looking for 42-year-old babes. Chances are they’ll be in those retro clubs that play music from their teenage years, you know hits of the 30s and 40s? The 2030s and 2040s. If I do date a 42-year-old when I’m 70 then she was born in 2011. She is 2 right now. But seeing as it’s not preferable, or appropriate, in any sense, for me to be planning my love-life for when I’m 70 now, I shall wait till I’m 70 before I assess the partner potential of available ladies. Besides, a lot can happen in 40 years, someone who may seem future-compatible now may be completely different when they’re 42. Actually I may start sussing out 40-year-olds when I’m 68, so as to have a proper dating strategy in place when I am 70. Some things require at least a little planning. Gonna get my retro dance moves sorted at the very least.

So I think my conclusion is this, the half plus seven formula is probably the only way to establish the maximum age difference between a guy and a girl. There are no problems with the formula at all. Also it rules out any need for wisdom and discernment, because when it comes to dating, those things are pretty superfluous anyway. The world doesn’t need more careful, wise navigation of human relationships, it needs more rules. And the half plus seven formula will give us that. It is perfect.

Now I’m going to find some 42-year-old single women and introduce them to some 70-year-old single men. It will be my contribution to the world. They’ll call me the love doctor.

This is post is part of the Blogging by Request series. To make your suggestion of what I should blog about, go here.

Rise of Gotham

Gotham First Sunday

Gotham City Church, the church plant I’m co-pastoring, had it’s first Sunday meeting last Sunday. Since I first felt called to planting in 2009, this day has been a long time coming. And finally it arrived.

It was most exciting and most terrifying. Actually tsunamis and giant spiders are terrifying. Starting a church feels more akin to what I suspect taking a group trekking up Everest feels like. It’s going to be a great success or a terrible failure. Although less people die church planting and you don’t need to be nearly as fit.

Still it was wonderful to take our next step as a church together. We sang, studied the Bible, ate, and prayed. It was pretty much what church is meant to be. I love the people we’re doing it with, and I love that we’re on the road to something new and exciting. I love that with this God and with this team we could make a church worth being part of. We’ve got potential. We’re on the way!

And that for me is also the problem. Now that we’re meeting on Sundays, and I’ve moved out to the area and lots of things are slotting into place, it’s time for things to happen. Seeing as there is still so much that has to happen, we’re definitely not ready to begin, we’re just on the way to beginning. But from this point on we have to grow, we have to build, we can’t just stay as we are. God has to deliver now*, and we’ve gotta be faithful.

I’ve spent the week since last Sunday, swinging between excitement and fear. This could be a good sign. I’m not sure life with Jesus was meant to be comfortable. I’d be worried if this whole adventure felt easy. But discomfort doesn’t necessarily mean you’re doing the right thing. I can wear women’s undies and the discomfort wouldn’t prove the correctness of my actions.

And so we’re another step down the road and the way forward is the same as the way we’ve come. It was trust that God wants to build his kingdom that got us to where we are, and it’s trust that God will build his kingdom that will keep us moving forward. We have nothing but trust. God will build his church and he’ll even use me to do it.

It’s a good thing he knows what he’s doing.

*If he wants to, obviously.

Scav Hunting

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Scav Hunt Underwater

Less than 85 minutes and the 2013 March Photo Scavenger Hunt begins again. I’m very excited.

At this point we have 47 players registered which is 10 more than last year. We have a much better category list, and we have a better way of running it. At least, at this stage it looks like it’s better.

And this year I’m a tiny bit more planned in my approach than last year. At very least, I’ve got a calendar going. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what I’m gonna take a photo of tomorrow. Probably the moon, or something else I can do around midnight.

I’m planning on posting my photos here, as well as on Facebook, and on Flickr, and on the actual site. So you can see my photos at all of them.

But I recommend hanging out at the actual site, then you’ll get to see every photo posted. And that’ll be super fun.

Anyway, if you want to play, it’s not too late. You can sign up here.

Right now, I’m going to sleep. I don’t envisage there’ll be much of that over the next month.

The 4.5 Star Hunger Games

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I went on a short holiday to Caloundra this weekend. I’d tell you more but I’m freaking hungry.

I’m staying the the Brisbane Airport Novotel because I’m flying out at 5:30am tomorrow morning. I treated myself to room service as a, well, treat. It was roast lamb and vegies with added posh. It was for the low-low price of $32. But it came to my door with a silver lid on top. So that was exciting.

It tasted great. For about 3 mouthfuls, then it was finished, and now I’m freakin’ hungry. I’m even more hungry than before. I’m thinking maybe they didn’t even feed me a meal, just a phantasm of a meal, to make me order another meal. Then I’ll eat that too, and be hungry, and order another, and another. Before the night is up I will have sold everything I have, and mortgaged my parents’ house, to eat thousands of their room service, un-meals. The more you eat, the hungrier you get. This place is cursed.

Anyway, right now I’m trying to work out if I should spend another exorbitant amount on a meal that will probably not satisfy me. It’ll surely come under a silver lid, but that might be all the joy it holds. I think perhaps I know how Jesus felt in the wilderness after 40 days of fasting.

I’ll tell you how my holiday was later perhaps. Right now I’m trawling E-bay looking for a Brisbane local who is willing to come buy a kidney off me in the next twenty minutes.

Suddenly 30

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Suddenly 30

I woke up last Sunday and I was suddenly 30. Actually, not that sudden. There’d been indications it was going to happen for a while. Since I was born really. But I realised to cope with this momentous event, I need to see what popular culture has to offer me in my adjustment. I remembered there was that film, Suddenly 30 where Jennifer Garner is 13, but wishes she was 30. Then one day she wakes up and she’s 30. This is the perfect film to help me adjust to being 30. So I’ve decided to watch the film and blog it as I go and look for the ways my life might line up, see what wisdom I can glean. This post gonna be long, full of spoilers, and probably only interesting if you’ve seen the film. My apologies in advance.

So without further ado, here’s the Suddenly 30 live blog!

Columbia

It’s the Columbia intro. That Columbia lady is super-pretty. She’s probably 30. Actually, she’s probably dead. :(

Revolution Studios and pianos.

Sparkly credits, this film could be about barbies.

Mark Ruffelo is in it, he’s such a babe.

It opens at the school photos in 1987. Our heroine, get’s a bad photo. Poor thing. At least she looks better than I did at 13.

Title card! It’s called “13 going on 30”, what? I thought this was “Suddenly 30”? This going to ruin the entire premise of this blog post. Because I am defs not 13 going on 30.

Oh wow, Andy Serkis is in this. Freakin’ Gollum is in Suddenly 30! Yes!

Jenna just got her photo taken in the school hall by Tom, the creepy fat guy with the camera. Oh, that’s still me. I should stop taking photos in school corridors. Last week they called the police.

S30 Sixers

Jenna, the heroine, is talking to the cool girls. She wants to be like them. So do I.

Oh, I just found out that the Tom guy is actually called Matty. And he lives next door to Jenna. I bet they’re gonna get together. I lived next door to Ben and Paul when I was 13. Not sure I’m gonna hook up with either of them. That would be much more disturbing for me.

It’s Jenna’s 13th birthday! She expresses a wish to her Mum that she was thirty, right after her mother has pulled tissues out of her bra. You should totally wish for that Jenna! 30 is hella better than 13, and my mum didn’t even pull tissues out of my bra when I was 13. She let me keep them in.

Matt just sprinkled Jenna with wishing dust for her birthday, and the cool girls turned up at her party. They’re called the Sixers. They’re pretty cool and intimidating. They handed her their jackets at the door. And so they should. She’s not cool, she deserves to hold jackets.

S30 Closet

Jenna just got put in the closet by the cool girls to play “7 minutes in heaven”. Is that a youth group game about heaven? We should play it during “Eschatology Week”. Oh, it’s a kissing game. I bet they leave her there.

Oh they have. The fat kid has just tried to make out with her, but he’s not the hot guy she’ though he was, so Jenna shouts at him and locks herself in the cupboard. She’s wishing to be “thirty, flirty, and thriving.” Yes! That’s freakin’ me! I hope the moral to the story is it’s good to be thirty, flirty and thriving, because I am.

found her boobs

The magic dust did something magical because Jenna just woke up as Jennifer Garner. She’s crawling around her house, trying to figure out why she’s so old. A naked guy just walked out of the bathroom and she’s discovered her boobs. Sounds like most of my mornings this week. I hate being thirty.

It turns out she’s “Jenna Rink, big time magazine editor!”, I learnt that from a bit of exposition from her best friend, who we shall call, Blondy, who has taken her to work.

They’ve walked into the office and it turns out Gollum is her boss! He has more hair in this.

She works in a magazine called Poise. We’re in a staff meeting for Poise and the bad news is it’s being scooped every month by another magazine called Sparkle. They’re trying to work out how they keep getting scooped. I bet this film turns out to be one of those gritty journalism films like “All the President’s Men” or, um, that other one.

S30 Fat Matt

Jenna seems to not know how to do a meeting, probably because she’s actually 13. But she’s got her assistant to find fat Matt for her. And she’s now run off to his house. Oh wow! He’s not fat, he’s hot which is another three letter word, but it’s a better one to be. Unless you’re a chip then it’s good to be fat and hot.

We’re finding out that Jenna was mean to Matt in high school and they’re no longer best friends. But they’re totally gonna fall in love. Then out of love because of some complication. Then back in love. Then she’s gonna become 13 again and be nice to Matt. That’s the plot of this film. I’m just calling it now.

Jenna seems to have figured out that her wish to be 30 has come true. And she just flirted with less-porky-Matt in the hall. I hope she’s not leading him on like she did when they were kids.

Shoes montage

OHMIGOODNESS! We’ve just moved into a getting-ready-for-a-party montage. Jenna is doing her own make up. I bet she comes out looking like she’s dressed for an 80’s fancy dress. Oops, nope, she comes out looking like she’s in the year 2004. Funny she’s missed 17 years of fashion but she can still figure out how to do her makeup in the right style.

At the party she just saw some girls with their g-strings showing out the top of their low-rise, hipster jeans. Remember that fashion. I feel like I spent a lot of the mid-2000s avoiding sing girls underwear coming out of their jeans. I’m so glad 2004 is over. I think these days girls have graduated to showing as much bra as possible. I’m not sure if that’s more or less respectable.

This party that she’s at, everyone is leaving and Boss Gollum is upset. Jenna is gonna put on some music and do an awesome dance I bet. Oh look she just stuck on Thriller by MJ. This was 2004 before MJ was dead and cool and before irony was fashionable. Suddenly formerly-fat Matt has turned up. He’s gonna help her do the dance. Flip! It’s going off! These two are totally falling in love!

thriller dance

Gollum just started doing Thriller! Amazing, this movie is the best!

Oh now it’s time for a I’m-being-30 montage! She’s going shopping, eating ice cream, and watching movies in bed and eating chips. Yep! She’s doing everything that I do. I’m not even joking this time. I’ve done all those things in the last 24 hours. My life is a 30-year-old’s montage! Sick one!

Jenna and Blondy have gone out for a drink and she’s run into no-chub-no-tubb-Matt in the street. Jenna has just met Matt’s fiance! There’s the complication. Not to mention that Jenna is dating a hockey player.

S30 Awkward

Jenna’s gone home with hockey player boyfriend. This is gonna be HA-lar-rious! She wants to play Battleship but he wants to do a striptease for her. She thinks it’s gross. It is.

Jenna has made friends with a 13-year-old. They totally get each other. And Jenna has chopsticks in her hair. Remember that fashion? So handy for emergency rice!

Jenna is in a meeting about her magazine. Everyone is pitching ideas for the magazine. They’re all about sex. I bet Jenna has an idea that’s amazing that she could only have because she’s actually 13 and it saves the magazine from the evil Sparkle! Oh yep! She just suggested a redesign.

Jenna’s getting messages from her assistant, and we’re finding out that Jenna is actually horrible. Oh, and she’s having an affair with Tracy’s husband. Oh and she just heard people bitching about her. She is a terrible person!

I’m so glad I didn’t wake up one day and find out I was a horrible person. That’s been a gradual process. It’s easier to handle when you realise it slowly.

She’s sad, so she’s gone to see went-on-a-diet-Matt. Now they’re going for a walk. They’re totally gonna fall in love! Which just makes her more terrible, because he’s got a fiance. But Matt’s kind and has just filled her in on her life as a terrible person. Thanks for the back-story bro.

She’s gone back to her parents place. It’s time for another montage. It’s the I’m-sad-I’m-old-I’m-a-horrible-person-and-I’m-in-my-parents’-house montage. You know that one. I think Rocky 5 had that montage. Such a cliche. Oh she just hopped in bed with her parents because she’s sad. Gotta try that sometime. I’m sure they’ll think it’s sweet.

Jenna and her mum are having a heart-to-heart. Heroes journey. Jenna’s met her Yoda! She’s just learnt not to regret her mistakes.

She’s back in the office looking at her old yearbooks. Every good photo is by formerly-fat-Matt. I think he’s gonna be integral to the redesign for the magazine.

She’s having a meeting with blubber-free-Matt in a park to hire him to do a photoshoot. They’re falling in love. Don’t do it Jenna! He’s got a lady.

S30 In Love Montage

Oh it’s ANOTHER montage! It’s the photoshoot-and-we’re-falling-in-love montage. Most affairs start at work! Bad. Bad. Bad. How is less-fat-Matt’s lady friend gonna feel now that Jenna is up to her old tricks.

Yep. They’re going for a walk by the harbour. It’s night. It’s dark. Now they’re looking at each other’s tongues after eating coloured lollies! They’re gonna kiss! And then he’s going to say, “I shouldn’t have done that I’m sorry!” And run away.

S30 Park

Now, they fell off some swings and they’re lying on top of each other in a park!

THEY JUST KISSED!

He hasn’t run away, but he’s feeling regretful I think.

Jenna’s having a sleepover with her 13-year-old friends. I wonder why their parent’s let them go and have sleep overs at the 30-year-old lady’s house. Bad parents. Everyone is bad in this film. I watched Django Unchained today about slave traders and bounty hunters. This is almost as bad.

Used-to-be-rotund-Matt’s fiance just turned out at his studio. He’s distracted and thinking of Jenna. Bad, Plumpy.

Jenna is back in the office and Gollum just did a speech about his balls. That should be in the next Hobbit.

S30 Pitch

Jenna is about to do her redesign presentation. This is her pitch, she’s questioning who the models in their magazines are. She’s saying the magazine should be about real people, as opposed to models. She’s saying, “I want to know about real people. Let’s put fun into the magazine. We need to remember what used to be good.” I have no idea what’s she’s talking about. She has literally hasn’t said anything whatsoever. The magazine’s redesign is about… um… nothing. But she got a huge round of applause from all the staff! It’s very moving and inspiring. This makes no sense at all.

Jenna has run out of the office in happiness. Gravy-free-Matt has come into the office, just missing Jenna. Jenna’s best friend, Blondy, has walked into Jenna’s actual office. Matt’s gonna walk in and Blondy is gonna sabotage the relationship. She’ll probably steal some ideas too.

Oh yep. That just happened. We also found out Jenna is the leak to Sparkle! Shock! Twist! This is like Sixth Sense and Seven rolled into one (Oh wow, that adds up to 13!) And Matt’s left the office sad because Jenna didn’t like his photos.

Jenna has turned up to Matt’s house, met his fiance, and found out he’s getting married tomorrow!

Oh, what’s this, actually it turns out Blondy has defected to Sparkle. Twist again! Jenna’s best friend has totally betrayed her! But Jenna was horrible as well. Jenna is realising that she’s the mole, and that’s she’s a cow. Will, my housemate, just told me this movie is pretty much like the Bourne films when Bourne learns about who he is. I think he’s right.

Jenna, has decided to race over to Matt’s house and win him back. Jenna, you so bad! Wrecking this poor, other girl’s wedding!

She’s arrived at Matt’s house. She’s walked into his room. “I’m not the awful person that I know that I was.” Yhat’s her opening line. But I think she is. She just said “If you knew that, you’d be marrying me right now” or something like that. Rubbish! You’re still mean. You’re ruining a wedding.

Now Matt is making a speech. He said “I realised these past few days, you can’t turn back time.” He’s telling her he can’t be with her! Go Matt. Stick to your guns.

Don’t worry, you’ll be ok, Jenna, you’ll wake up as a 13 year old again soon.

Matt has just given Jenna the present he made for her when she was 13 again, he’s kept it all these years. even though she smashed it at her party. It was a dollshouse of her perfect house, or something like that, made by Fat Matt.

Jenna has just accepted that she can’t have Matt, and she’s leaving with the present. Lucky there’s gonna be some wishing dust in there.

S30 Sparkle

Oh, the wind is blowing and, just like I said, there happens to be wishing dust on the dollshouse! She’s wishing! She’s 13 again! I knew it!

She’s back in the closet at her party and just looked down and discovered she doesn’t have boobs, and she’s happy! Oh and she just kissed Tubby Matt! Oh-oh. 13-year-old’s relationships don’t last.

S30 Wedding

But the movie just proved me wrong. They’re married now, because she’s 30 again. They’ve been dating for 17 years! Freakin’ heck Matt, should’ve gotten your act together. You can’t date a girl for 17 years before you marry her! That’s so mean!

But they seem happy. And the movie is over. And I’m thirty.

Well there you have it. The whole movie. I think I learnt nothing about being thirty but I did manage to predict pretty much the whole thing. Thanks Hollywood!

Dude, Where’s My Car?

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We have an Aldi that has opened up next to us at work.

In the past, I have a had a general hatred of Aldi. Partly because the word balding contains the word Aldi, but mostly because they have oversized barcodes. I find it difficult finding joy in packing that is 60% barcode. It doesn’t say “We care about taste, flavour, and happiness for all people”. It says “We care about scanning things quickly – chances are this food tastes like barcode and we don’t care.” So I have a hatred of Aldi.

But the fact that Aldi, its barcode overshare, and its ridiculously cheap imitation brands are within about 50 metres of my desk, they’ve swayed me. I’ve been shopping there rather regularly.

Another ridiculous Aldism has been the discovery that they have a car park underneath that is free, all-day. This seems too good to be true. There are no signs, no restrictions, just pure, unfettered, free parking. Yesterday, feeling a little guilty to get such an extravagant gift in an area that’s all 1 or 2 hour parking, I parked my car in the Aldi car park and headed off to work. I didn’t feel too guilty because I was planning on buying $1.50 worth of rice later in the day, so I was technically a customer. It wasn’t as if I was ripping them off. Who knows, it could take me 8 and a half hours to find a packet of rice. There are three isles in Aldi, it’s very complex.

As it turned out I didn’t buy my rice, one of my work friends did. Thanks Rin!

After work I headed down to Aldi to get my car out, I walked into the car park, walked to my car space, and there was no car. In fact almost the entire car park was empty. I wondered if perhaps I had misplaced my car, but no, the car park only had about 50 spots in it. When there are only 50 spaces it’s pretty easy to tell that your car is not where you left it.

My first thought was “I knew this was too good to be true, they’ve towed my car because I was here all day.” My second thought was “I better go buy something from Aldi so I have a receipt to show for my shopping when I try and get my car back.” Finally I thought “Maybe my car has been stolen. At least the Police Station is a short walk away.” So I headed up to Aldi and bought myself a frozen dinner. Frozen dinners aren’t really the best thing to have on hand when you’re facing hours of looking for a missing car. Probably some sort of trail mix, scroggan perhaps, would be best. Keep the energy levels up in case of possible hand-to-hand combat. But that’s just the point. Buy a frozen meal and you’re obviously just some shopper who happens to have been caught up in the vicious world of supermarket bureaucratic rules, regulations and punishments. Much like a refugee caught in Australian off-shore processing I suspect. Perhaps they should buy more frozen meals before they leave to establish the refugee bona fides.

But I’m getting distracted. Once I bought my meal, I headed back to the car park, searching all 50 spaces, just in case. I made sure I had an innocent, bewildered shopper look on my face for any watching security cameras. Still no car was found. I headed back out of the car park up the travelators, ready to find a shop assistant to ask where my car had gone. At the top of the first travelators I saw some women coming out of a door I hadn’t seen before. “What’s behind that door?” I thought “Narnia, perhaps.” Car or no-car I’m always up for a trip to Narnia. I looked through the door and there was no Narnia. What I did find was another car park that looked exactly like the car park I had been in, only this one contained my car. It was like I’d been in some alternative universe, where my car didn’t exist, and now I found the one where my car did exist.

Turns out the car park has two levels, yet no signs indicating what level you’re on, and, as far as I could tell, no signs in the shopping centre indicating where the car parks actually are. But despite the lack of adequate signage, I felt dumb. It seems I’m the sort of person who loses their car in a 100 space car park.

Later I went home and ate my alibi, Aldi meal. It tasted like barcode.

Thanks Aldi.

Not Fat Tom

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Photo from photolibrarian.

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We had a Staff Connection Day with work today which means the whole of the organisations staff get together.

Seeing as I get my travel paid for by my work, I was assigned to drive some of the staff for the day. As is my usual style, I got a car full of ladies. The only difference was I was driving ladies around for work rather than just as my normal Saturday night woman cruzin’ (this was me last Saturday for instance).

On our trip home we stopped in at Maccas, and I ducked across to the petrol station to grab an energy drink so I didn’t fall asleep driving home – nothing ruins cruzin’ like snoozin’. I bought myself a sugarfree V.

When we were a few kms down the road one of the girls asked if I was on a diet and pointed out the sugar-freeness of my drink. A perfectly reasonable question but one which has caused me quite a lot of angst lately.

In the last 18 months or so, I’ve noticed that I’m fatter than I used to be. I’m developing love handles and my belly wobbles a small bit when I poke it. My metabolism is slowing down. For the past decade or so when people in my family have remarked on my skinniness, someone will often point out that one of my close relatives (who shall remain nameless) was skinny as a rake until he hit 30, and then he blew up.

Now I’m not fat. But I am vain. And I don’t want to be fat. So with the dire predictions ringing in my ears, and my fear of too much abundant, belly blessings, I have begun to cut back on my sugary drink intake. Now, instead of drinking normal energy drinks, whenever possible I drink sugar-free. This doesn’t bother me too much as they all taste pretty gross anyway, so I don’t really notice.

But much more horrific to my psyche is that I’ve also switched about 80% of my Coke drinking to Coke Zero. I love Coke. I LOVE Coke. You all know that. And Coke Zero is an abomination. I imagine the difference between Coke and Coke Zero is like being married and then replacing your wife with a life size, replica doll. One is worthy of your love, the other looks the same but is actually a lifeless parody that will leave a stain on your soul. Never having been married, to a woman or a doll, I can’t verify the correctness of this analogy, but I assume it’s the same. I can’t believe I would betray the drink I love, but such is my pride.

I explained this to my passengers who took it upon themselves to sing to me so that I might be ok with my body image. “That’s what makes you beautiful” became “That’s what makes you Not Fat Tom”. I also had “Skinny Love” played in my honour. You can tell they work with teenagers, they must sing to insecure teenage girls all the time. I’m pretty sure it works too because I came home and ate a cupcake. The youth of the world are in good hands. I’m not sure they cured my pride issues, but I certainly enjoyed the cupcake. Isn’t it good the ministry Christians can give to one another?

Leaving… Again

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I left my church last night.

It was almost four years since I’d arrived (3 years and 52 weeks to be precise).

I’m not leaving because I’m angry. Or bored. Or disenfranchised. Or even because I just feel like something different. I left because it’s time to move on to the next part of the church planting journey.

It was sad to go, because I love that church. I loved being part of a community where I could just be another guy at church. I could volunteer and not get paid, and not have to go to staff meetings, and always be able to pass the buck.

But more than that I just love being part of the community. I have so many good friends. People who are willing to seek Jesus and help others meet him. I’ve been so blessed to have gone to a church where they let me run the youth group for three years. I’ve been blessed to be able to hang out with a bunch of great youth. I’ve loved seeing people become Christians. I’ve loved that there were so many ways that I got to see people grow in their faith. I’ve loved being in a church with leadership who are easy to respect and follow.

Plus they’ve been incredibly supportive of the church plant. Last night we got prayed for and sent out, and it felt great to be surrounded by a bunch of people who love us and want to see us do what God has called us to.

God is so good to have put me in a church like that. I’m sad to be leaving. But I’m pleased to know they’ll still be around changing lives for Jesus.

I hate leaving churches. And I hate leaving youth groups. Hopefully I don’t have to leave another for many, many years.

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