Wishy Washy Faith

I was one of these guys that went in and out.. Back and forth. Up and down.. Sort of a spritual Charlie Brown if you can dig it.. A wishy washy faith. I had strong beliefs yes.. But very little desire to apply those belefs. I believed but didn't trust. And didnt' submit.. If you understand what I am saying...

It took me quite a lot of catastropic events to realize that Christianity and crank don't mix very well. The dupont method of better living through chemistry instead of sprituality caused a lack of faith to implement obeidience.. And, in fact it took a good kick in the #$& to get my attention.

Now I just get high on the Most High..

Church Camp

I went to church camp it the 4th grade.. I remember some guys getting up on the Fri Nite talent show with Kiss make up. They were like jumping around on the stage and acting like complete idiots. One of the guys was from my neiborhood. I think he went on to prison later..

You know I had no idea what kiss was when I saw those kids. Then it was like the next year that I was totally into them.. Good grief. It's a good thing I wasn't the year before or I might had been up there acting a fool with those other dudes. You know it?
I never went to church camp again.

It wan't all in vain though.. Church is good for kids... Including church camp..IMHO!

Good Times

Whatever happened to the good ole days? You know when it used to be so much fun to hang out. Drink a few cold ones and holler out the window.. All good things must come to an end.. Or so they say.. But as I think back on things in my life. How crazy I was, I realize that the end was just the beginning of a new relationship...With this computer...

Naw, not really. I just know that without God's grace I wouldn't be typing this short blog. In fact I wouldn't be typing anything..
It is hard to type blogs in a coma you know..

Well I just wanted to talk a little here on my first BLOG.. Can you dig it? I am including these ramblings on my site in order to tell a bit about myself and maybe vent a few things that I have on my mind.
On this first issue I would like to give a basic story of what it was like before I "got religon"

I was born and raised by excellent parents. They taught me right from wrong and how to respect others. I can't really say enough good things about them. I could not have asked for any better. They always took me to church and showed me the reality of God's grace and stuff but as I got older I decided to check out other things..

I started to believe that maybe Chrisitanity and religion were just myths. I remember Dr MCcoy saying something about it on
'Star Trek" Another friend that I played music with simply asked me point blank."Do you believe in God?" Nobody had really challenged me like that and I was puzzled. Am I just assuming that God is real just because I was raised to believe it?


Well, by then I had my drivers license and was driving around the school smoking Mary Jane and listening to Led Zeppelin. I really thought that I was going somewhere in life. I felt that the pot and the music were inspiring me to be something great. I had big dreams, big thoughts and wild plans. Needless to say I was in fantasy land. Or is that island?

Whatever-Er, anyway I graduated and went to the University of Party were I earned my masters.. I developed a taste for Pilsner 3.2 beer and drank it daily.
(Except for sundays you know I didn't want to aggravate the man upstairs too much..) And I worked at a small family owned company to support my drinking. No harm done right?

Just a good ole boy with a 6 pack and a tattoo and an old pickup truck. I wasn't hurting no one and I was still a productive member of society. I mean heck, I always paid my "public drunk" fines. So I worked hard.. And I played hard.. I was a truck driver you know..
Truck drivers just drink a lot. Kind of like painters, salesmen, construction workers etc... And you know that drummers are always the biggest party animals in the band.. It's just a fact of life. Drummers get drunk! Period....

Well this was my mind set for quite a few years. As my friends were settling down I felt I needed to come around once in a while to make sure thier life's weren't too boring. I mean I had to share with them my adventures and bring a bit of excitement into thier lives..

But most of the time I just ran around looking for that next party situation that could allow me to relive those big dreams of my youth. They seemed to be getting few and far between so I decided that when I turned 30 I was going to settle down... In a quiet little town.. and forget about everything.

That's when I found Crank... That's right folks. I settled down in a quiet apartment community and discoverd lots of folks just like me.
Drug addicts. And we had a "Summer of Drugs". During that time I found those dreams again. I felt better. I looked better. Songer..
Faster...Shazaam!!!! All my problems were solved.

unfortunately the "Summer of Drugs" lasted about 2 years.. As it went by I started loosing jobs and friends and stuff. God in his mercy of course had another plan. He sent me a wake up call by giving me a baby girl. And so after moving to a strange city with very few friends, a low paying job, $18000 in bills, a toothache and pneumonia.. God brought me to my senses..

I am a walking miracle folks. I am redeemed. Saved... Changed.. and Forgiven. That feels pretty good.. ya know?

Gods grace.. Don't leave home without it..