Imagine No Religion

I huge billboard has appeared in downtown Denver near the capitol, that says "Imagine No Religion". It is sponsored by the freedom from religion foundation. My first reaction was "If 85% of Americans believe in some sort of religion, then why do we let such a minority constantly have such a big voice?" I thought we should put 8 billboards around their billboard that are "Pro Religion". Then as I was sitting in church on Sunday I was thinking about those people who put up that billboard. Most likely they had a negative experience with Christianity or people who claimed to be Christians at any rate. You don't just take up a fight with someone who hasn't done anything to you. If we as Christians treat them with love and show that we love them no matter what they do maybe that will trun their hearts. I think putting up other billboards would just fuel their fire and hate and make them want to do even more.

I hear that today there is a call to have Christians go and take communiion on the steps of all the capitol buildings. I have mixed feelings about that. Won't it just make the anti-religion people more angry? Doesn't it just say, "Here's what I think about your separation of church and state, I'm practicing religion at this state government building." Yet, don't we need to let the government officials know how we feel. Maybe we could do so less publicly though.

Things that go bump in the night

At 5:30am this morning I heard a Thump, Thump noise. I ignored it at first, but I kept hearing it, so I sat up. Anthony said "It must be Tyler". So I got up prepared to tell Tyler to go back to bed. I stood over the stair railing and listening and kept hearing the thumping, so I walked into Tyler's room to see if Tyler was up. Tyler was sound asleep in his bed! I panicked! Was someone in the house? I told Anthony it's not Tyler and grabbed the phone! We walked back out to the stairwell and I realized that someone was trying to get in the front door! Anthony walked down to the door and peered out the window and saw a young guy, maybe 21. Anthony said "Can I help you? I think you have the wrong house." The guy just glanced at him with a glazed over look and continued to try to get in! By this time Anthony had realized this guy was pretty drunk. He only had one shoe on and the other one was nowhere to be seen. His zipper was down and he could barely stand upright. The guy wasn't very big, maybe 5'9" and 170 lbs. Anthony finally opened the door and said "Do you know who you are or where you are going?" He got a blank stare in return. Anthony said "Do I need to call someone to come get you?" The guy stared at him for the longest time and finally said No, and walked off. There was no car around and the guy obviously couldn't opeate a vehicle so we figured he must have just walked to a different house, hopefully the correct one. Well, then we tried to go back to bed, but of course we couldn't so we just laid there. Then about a half an hour later I hear another thump and someone saying "Let me in!" I couldn't believe it! We both head back downstairs and this time I don't see him at the front door. I say, "Hmmm, maybe he is at the neighbors now," but no, he's at the back door! He went around the house, through the gate and climbed our deck stairs and was standing at the back door. He said something like "Greg, let me in, it's cold out here." Crazy! Anthony said "Call the cops." So I dialed 911 while Anthony again tried to talk to the guy. He said "Where do you live?" The guy said "Denver Colorado". Anthony said, "Addresses typically have numbers and street names and such, so where do you live?" The guy again said "Denver Colorado". So Anthony is like "Look dude, you've got to go. This isn't where you need to be." So the guy walks off back to the front of the house and Anthony watches him leave. The police are on their way though. They get here and don't see the guy anywhere at first, so they go to look around. Apparently they find him across the street at another house. That was apparently the house he was supposed to be at, so they let him go. The guy wasn't very old, so I hope they left him in the care of his parents or something. We have no idea who he was. That was pretty scary. Things like that aren't supposed to happen in nice neighborhoods. Anthony says "Things like that happen everywhere." Well, I can't go back to bed now, so I'm up typing at 6am. Anthony went to work, but before he left he said, "Don't let any drunk guys in while I'm gone."

Evan's Birthday

Evan turned one today. We got him a cupcake cake. He had icing from ear to ear of course. He needed a lot of help opening his presents. He didn't really seem to get the concept, or maybe was just a bit overwhelmed. He got a school bus that has alphabet letters and sounds on it and he got a pull around train from Grandma and Grandpa. He likes to play with that. Things with strings go over well. Tyler is learning to respect Evan's toys and not try to hog them. He plays with them, but only if Evan is playing with something else. When Tyler saw the gift from Grandpa and Grandma all wrapped he said "That's a train!" He knew it before it was opened! He couldn't wait to have Evan's birthday party.

Bizarro World

I'm pretty sure I've entered some sort of bizarro world. My 4 year old son, Tyler has started to put himself down for naps! All of a sudden, I'll think, "Where did Tyler go?" Then I'll find him curled up in his bed with his blanket (or what's left of it). How did this happen? What did I do to deserve such a wonderful phenomenon? He used to cry and whine when I suggested a nap. It was torture everyday! Then we finally gave up on them and just decided he should go to bed earlier instead. But now, he has decided he would like to go back to taking naps all on his own. It's a wonderful thing! Although, it could be a bizarro world I've stumbled into where nothing is really as it seems right? Oh wait, no, Evan is still sleeping very poorly. I guess it's not a bizarro backwards world. It's a blessing from God! Praise Him! Praise Him! (insert halleuiah chorus here)!

Father's Day

It's Father's Day again,but I'll never top last year's gift. My son Evan was born on Father's Day last year. What a special gift for Daddy! So every year on Father's Day I'll think about my son and how he is growing up so fast. Evan has been a Daddy's boy since day one. How fitting for a Father's Day baby. As soon as Daddy walks in the door when he comes home from work he better pick up Evan or he will cry until he does. Daddy is his hero. He barely says Mama, but he talks about Dada all day long. Since I have another son who is a Mama's boy, I don't mind having one be a Daddy's boy. It's really something special. I asked my husband if he was glad I didn't get him the same thing as last year. Ha! As much as we love little Evan, I think having another baby again already would be a little bit too much for us.