For a total change of pace from the last really serious post… My friends Rhett and Link (I think they’d be OK with me calling them friends even though I went to UNC) have done it again. Excellent vid.
Benjamin’s Haircut. He did really well. The key, as with everything else, is to keep shoving Cheerios in his mouth.
Desperation.
Hey folks. Most of the time the blog is a one-way line of communication. I say things, and others just listen, with the occasional comment. This time, I’d love some more interaction.
Our plan for this summer (as previously mentioned) is to go to Santa Cruz, California. We’ll be gone from May 10th through August 5th. We had some subleasers lined up to stay at our place while we were gone.
As of yesterday, the people that were staying here fell through. Now we desperately need somebody (or bodies) to stay here, mainly because our dog needs somebody to keep her company while we’re gone. We were going to charge folks around 500 bucks per month to stay here, but now that it’s getting down to the wire we are willing to waive the fee if you can keep the dog. We’d love it if you could pay for any utilities that you use, but beyond that we will let you stay for free.
So, whaddaya say? Would you like a mountain home for the summer, complete with a very loveable dog? Pass this along to any(trustworthy)one you know. Thanks!
The other Judas.
I just want to give you a heads up. When you get to heaven, and you’re waiting in line for the all-you-can-eat crab legs, you’re going to introduce yourself to the guy in front of you in line. (Since it’s heaven, and there’s no sin, lines are just an indicator of the most popular dish. And let’s be honest, anything involving cream of mushroom soup will take a back seat to the crab legs.) The guy in line will just be chatting it up, and slip into conversation with you that he is one of the original twelve Apostles.
You are going to be compelled to ask him his name. And unless he is Peter, James, John, Matthew, or Thomas, you are going to need to get your poker face ready to pretend like you remember him being mentioned in the Bible. I’ll default to the fact that my English translation of the scriptures probably spelled their name differently… “Oh, Bartholomew, huh? Yeah, my translation must’ve just called you ‘not Peter’…”
Today I want to warn you of a second problem you might run into. Our crab leg-anticipating friend might turn, look you in the eyes, and say “my name is Judas.”
There’s no reason to panic. You didn’t take a wrong turn on the way to the buffet and somehow end up waiting in line for a side-order of eternal torment. There’s no need to duck if Judas leans in to try and kiss you on the cheek.
There was another Judas in the “top 12.” Talk about getting a bum deal. Every time he is even mentioned in Scripture it says “Judas (not Iscariot).” That’s like introducing myself as Benjamin (not Franklin or Button) each time I talked to someone. Or like a friend of ours whose dad is named “Johnny Cash.” Welcome to the same conversation every time you ever meet someone.
But at least for Johnny its an association with a famous-in-a-good-way person. Having the name Judas in heaven is like wearing a “Hello, my name is Adolph Hitler” sticker at the world’s largest Bar-Mitzvah.
So cut the guy a little slack, and try desperately to think of another conversation you can have with him. He’s tired of pointing people to Luke 6:14-16 and having to highlight that his name shows up right before the more famous Judas.
Oh, and avoid calling him “the other Judas.” After all, I think Iscariot earned exclusive rights to being second in any list of Judases.
What a song. Check out more and download free tracks (including this video) at TheAutumnFilm.com