dave dack

This morning I bought a bluetooth headset. Partly it’s because I just wanted one, but mostly it’s because come July 1 the law will require me to use one if I want to talk on my phone in the car. Which I do sometimes. I’m not sure what the law is in Pennsylvania.

Don’t worry, I refuse to become one of those people walking around talking to myself pretending I’m in an episode of Star Trek.

It’s hard to imagine that one day the acoustic-guitar-wielding worship leader could go out of “style.”

But I’ve been wondering lately, what will twenty-year-olds be saying about us when we’re 40, 50, even 60 years old; when we’re stubbornly clinging to what we know, what we like, what helps us to really sing and pray?

What will they like? Will I feel able to pour my heart out to God through their sounds and words?

And when it comes to the subject of worship style preferences, what pleases God most? I don’t mean what style pleases God most - that’s silly. But when I come to worship, when I lead in worship, what pleases God most?

Love God. If there is anything inside of you getting in the way of that, tell it to shut up.

On Sunday Melody and I were walking out to the parking lot after church, when Chet came up to us and said, “So is today the day that you take her for a spin?”

Then he holds out the keys to his Mini Cooper S.

I was stunned, so I didn’t take the keys right away.  Chet walked over to his Mini, opened the doors and stuck the key in the ignition.

“Get in you two,” he said.

That was the most fun I’ve ever had driving.  200hp in a tiny, tiny car.  I hit 50mph in second without even stressing the engine.

I want one.

It took ten of us, but we tamed the legendary Aspen Burger at the Colorado Grill this afternoon.

Three 3 lbs. patties.

Nine pounds of cooked beef.

It’s hard not to stare…

I watched The Forbidden Kingdom on Sunday afternoon with Shawn, and have managed to convince myself that I can become a kung fu master.

That’s why I love kung fu movies.  Every time I come away a martial arts expert.

I found out this morning that my second grade teacher, Mrs. Hannel, passed away earlier this week. You know how everyone has that one special teacher that was their all-time favorite in every way? That was Mrs. Hannel.  She always told me I had “the gift of gab.”  I got more time-outs in that class than in all my other classes, in any grade, combined.

Want to drive yourself crazy?  Just go and play the world’s hardest game.

Wait until level 10…

I was up until 12:30 last night listening to the sounds of karaoke next door.

12:30am.  Are you freakin’ kidding me…

What are they singing?

Weezer.

Sometimes I get the feeling that security and protection are being turned into gods in the U.S.  More and more often it sounds like people are trying desperately to achieve total and perfect safety from any and every threat no matter what the cost.  I’m sure it’s not everyone, of course, and I won’t try and label anyone.  But I don’t think there is such a thing as total and perfect safety.  Ultimately it’s a myth, like the proverbial utopia.

Whether or not my feeling is right, it’s not good for us to strive for security above all else.  I don’t think it’s very Christian.  It’s not very American, either.

You know, the Constitution and the Bible are not the same thing.

That’s why I don’t think the U.S. is a “Christian Nation.”  It never really was.

I’d make a terrible President.  I would either try and uphold the Constitution and feel like a sell-out, or I’d try and make things look like the Bible’s picture of good government (the way Israel was supposed to work; or the way God’s kingdom will work someday) and ruin the country.

Because the Constitution and the Bible are not the same thing.  I just don’t think you can uphold both.  Not very often, anyway.