Update:And a picture of a duckie!!!!

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been staying out in a hotel in Northville for my Pet Trainer training. And let me tell you, my job must mean a lot to them… The first week, I walked into my room to see a big television, a king sized bed and enough room to run around in, if you do that sort of thing. I went down to the “concierge” (get a dictionary) to explain how much I would love to go for a dip in the pool, but I’m picky as to who I swim with. No women folk, and any dudes in there need to be in something larger then dental floss.
Without a frown they agreed to let me swim alone, and gave me a whole hour slot at 7am to swim in. Which was awesome, but I never did figure out why the gave me a bottle of chlorine and a large squeegee though.
The second week was just a great but with an added hot tub bonus. That’s right a three person bubbling pool of hot relaxation just for yours truly. Of course I shared it with one of my closest friends. Well two…..

But one early morning I was aroused by a large screech and a flashing light. Were it not for the flashing light, the alarm clock would have become just another notch on my belt. I couldn’t see a thing. I try to make a room as dark as possible when I sleep in it, no light whatsoever if possible. I find it more comfortable that way, but in the middle of a fire alarm that’s not as cool. Save for the flashing light I had no way of seeing, in a panic I tried to find my pants, and the door. In that order of course. I could only see in those brief moments of light, glimpses that I couldn’t be sure of until the next flash. I had to remember in the dark, what I had seen when the alarm on the wall lit up just a moment ago. It seemed like I took forever to get to the door, I got into the hallway and there were people just like me looking back and forth trying to see what was going on.
Turns out it was just some guy burning something in the microwave and the smoke turned on the alarm.
Sitting at breakfast later that morning I was thinking about it and I remember thinking to myself, “That would have been hilarious, had I known I was going to live through it.”
And it put me to mind about all the things happening in my life.
A new job


A wedding coming up to fast
A few financial things that are slowly getting fixed.
The Nehemiah book I’ve been writing
Life, where I’m going to live, my future with Belle, Studying, and trying to be a witness.

It’s odd how all of those things can be affected by sin. I’m walking in the light, when suddenly I choose sin and it plunges me into that darkness. It seems sometimes when I do things, like I don’t have any sense. I’ll work at something, and find myself blowing it all away by one click of the remote, or in a moment of weakness.
I like what Paul said when he wrote “I know whom I have believed.” He got to the end of his life and he knew who it was that all of his life, he had put his belief in. I’m waiting for that time, when I’m up in Heaven and I can truly say that I know who it was I believed. And relied on Him all the way.
I don’t know about you but sometimes my faith is as weak as that light that led me to the hallway last week. Rare flashes and I’m forced to move closer to the Lord, with only what I can remember of what I saw, when I was close enough to see in the light. And I’m so glad that no matter how many times I let Him down, and no matter how many times, I let His people down, I can still move into the light. And I know full well that I don’t deserve it. I know perfectly well, that I ought to be cast into the burning darkness. And I don’t know why He chose me for this, and I don’t care why He chose me, I’m just glad He did.
So I’m going to work, and I’m going to plan, and I’m going to pray. I’ll fail from time to time, I’ll make the wrong calls, but one day we’ll be free from our ignorance, and our selfish desires, and be home, right where we ought to be.

So what's the last five minutes at work for you like?

On Training,Studying,Working and Preachamacations?

For those of you paying attention I got that job at PetsMart. No longer am I shuttling foreign car parts to foreign people, with no change, and no english speaking ability whatsoever.
My new job is awesome, I get to spend most of my time, talking to folks, selling fun things that no one in the world needs, but most importantly reading about how to train animals. For some reason it always makes the people in the classes laugh to find out that I'm in training to be a trainer. I've heard it over a dozen times so its lost its potency, actually I never found it all that funny, but they pay me large sums of money to laugh at anything that even seems funny so.....hehehe.
They gave me two books to go through, hundreds of pages each, I have to work through them and even have some of them memorized before camp.
The sermons are almost finished, I just have to go through the long and torturous process of pushing the print button. Hmm.... Button, Button whose got the button, Oh well maybe later.
You ever study so much you think your head is bigger? I'm not sure, but I think my hat is getting smaller. Maybe a bigger hat? Extendable stretchy elastic band? I dont even look good in a hat. Oh well.
I won't be updating until after camp, so pray for us. Its a lot of fun stepping out on the limb God lays out, you never know what He is going to do while you are out there.

Work,work,work................

Its been a few days since the poll that I posted expired, and either I actually have 12 viewers and they all like the idea, or my mom voted 12 times,(I voted for myself) But either way there is work to do. I've finished the introduction, and I have most of the first chapter done. What I wouldnt mind now is that if there would be two or three people who would volunteer to edit and evaluate my finished work, and help be throught the editing phase. As always you can leave a comment, send an email. preacherboym@hotmail.com Or you can come up to me. But please, I say this hoping that you will understand that I may tell you no. Do not take it personally. But when I'm not working on that I'm working on my sermons for camp. Which I'm both excited and very nervous about. But so far I'm please with the progress I've made so far. And theres the work on the Bible Study on the Unseen World. Sundays at 5:30 at church. I am so sorry I spoke so quickly, nerves have a tendancy to make me talk fast. Hopefully I won't do that again. The Thompsons are out of town, so I'm dogsitting Lucy Then of course theres the myriad of chores around the house, working full time, and the hand ful that I lovingly refer to as "Bindy". And as much fun as I am having, With all this work its enough to make you crazy. I mean you, not me, I'm crazy already....
But what a life it is.....................

But it seems that no matter how busy life gets, there is always fun in everything. Provided the attitude is right.

Strike!!!!

ALright I've had enough. I mean there is only so much we can take. I'm done with hearing who's fault it is, I'm finished arguing over how to improve gas mileage. I'm on strike!
Ok granted it will do almost nothing to their bottom line. However it will greatly improve mine. I've decided only to buy gas once every 2 weeks. From there I've devoted whats left of my fertile mind to finding wasy around having to buy more gas. These ideas include....



* Catching a ride up to Mom's work and bike riding to mine from there.
* Not coming home before church
*Get roller blades and have Bindy pull me about.
* Car pool with anyone that will have me.
* Keep a track of how much I have saved per week and record it.

If you have any more ideas, leave a comment below or email me at preacherboym@hotmail.com

A Psalm 77 kind of day

I've often spoken of the importance of a "Scripture Break" as opposed to the worlds "Smoke Break". Yesterday deffinately merited three or four such breaks. Not to go to much into the details, I was having a bad day at work, and I was dealing with some sin in my life. I'd love to tell you what that sin was, but I wont make the job of the Detective investigating that bank robbery, any easier.
But a passage grabbed a hold of me. So much so that before I went home Wednesday I had to make a stop to look at it more closely.


Psalm 77
1 I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.
2 In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
3 I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.
4 Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
5 I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.
6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.
7 Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more?
8 Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore?
9 Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.
10 And I said, This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most High.
11 I will remember the works of the LORD: surely I will remember thy wonders of old.
12 I will meditate also of all thy work, and talk of thy doings.
13 Thy way, O God, is in the sanctuary: who is so great a God as our God?
14 Thou art the God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy strength among the people.
15 Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah.
16 The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee; they were afraid: the depths also were troubled.
17 The clouds poured out water: the skies sent out a sound: thine arrows also went abroad.
18 The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven: the lightnings lightened the world: the earth trembled and shook.
19 Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters, and thy footsteps are not known.
20 Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

What a great God we serve.