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October 31, 2005
November is National Novel Writing Month...
posted by David Meigs at 10/31/2005 10:16:00 PM

I am afraid that new posts to my blog will be meager and spotty for the month of November. The reason for neglecting my sacred duties is the “national write a novel in a month contest” (NANO). The goal is to complete 50,000 or more words in the month of November.

Wish me luck!

 
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October 26, 2005
DARKSTAR by Creston Mapes
posted by David Meigs at 10/26/2005 01:53:00 PM



Come on admit it, you know you were. Back in the days of teen-hood, you (me too) dreamt of being a rock star. Screaming fans, stretch limos and all the trimmings. Burn white hot for a few years and then fall to earth like a shooting star. In this case, a DARKSTAR.

It happened on page 12. That’s where the highly-skilled author Creston Mapes set the hook. I got a big grin, nodded my head and noted the page. I was addicted. DARKSTAR took me on a wild ride from the ugly underbelly of stardom to the path to redemption.

This book gets five stars and both thumbs up. Rest assured that you are going to love it. I can't wait for FULL TILT, coming soon.

Get your copy here.


 
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October 25, 2005
It was one of THOSE days...
posted by David Meigs at 10/25/2005 05:18:00 PM

I learned something today; well actually two things:


1) Kill the bee instead of setting it free.

2) I need to start hitching my pants up higher.


I was driving to town, minding my own business when I saw the largest hornet I ever saw in my life. It was buzzing by the passenger window, so I put it down, but the dumb thing clung on with all it’s might. I tried to flick it out when I realized I was over the centerline.When I corrected my driving the bee was gone.

I rolled up my window, but before I’d gone very far I saw it buzzing the window next to my left arm. Again, the little beast refused to go. Like before,I was barreling down the wrong side of the road. I cranked on the wheel, apologized to the worried lady coming at me and looked for the bee.

Gone, woohoo! No such luck. As any plumber will tell you, there is a natural path down the backside of a man’s pants for a bee to travel.

“Yikes!” It stung me on the left cheek.

“Yelp!” It nailed me again. (This kind can nail ya multiple times)

I pulled the car over, raced for the other side of the van and started to drop my pants until I noticed the house with the dark windows. I could almost see a face pressed up against the window. As inconspicuously as I could, I stuffed a hand down my pants and searched for the little devil. Almost had it, but it went further south.

I jumped back in and raced up the road. I found an unpopulated spot, pulled off the road and positioned the van so that the traffic could not see me. I felt the bee on the move, so I had to work fast. I dropped my pants and then my undies, turning them inside out at break-neck speed. The bee buzzed off, and I thought I heard it laughing.

True story (except the bee laughing part). It has not been my day.

 
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October 24, 2005
Welcome home David...
posted by David Meigs at 10/24/2005 11:45:00 PM

Woohoo! My oldest son, David has returned home from Ft. Bragg NC. The Army is starting up a whole new unit not an hour from here, so mom and dad are mighty glad. The above picture was taken just after boot-camp, circa pre 9/11. It was during his third tour of Iraq that he “re-upped” a year ago for a second four years.

He has returned to us no longer the boy he was in this picture. The patch on his arm has a few more stripes and he has lost a little of the “gung-ho” attitude he began with, but there is much more to it.

I think the women of our church put it best, “he’s all man”, they said. It hit me that they were talking about more than the handsome man he’s become at twenty-five. He wears a “quality” that comes only from being tested by fire. It is the defining moment where a boy becomes a man. He learned about self sacrifice.

Jesus defined self-sacrifice on the cross. It is the point in time when one lays down their own life for the sake of others. In fact, I contend that a man cannot even “know” in his heart of hearts that he truly loves his wife until he’s been tested in the same fire. It’s the willingness to “lay down one’s life” that graduates a boy to true manhood.

Somewhere in those three trips to Iraq, he was purified in the crucible. Good for you son, I am proud!
 
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October 19, 2005
In our own image...
posted by David Meigs at 10/19/2005 01:58:00 PM
Husbands and wives do it; I do it, you do it (oh yes you do), we all do it. No matter which side of the tracks you come from, how much or little your education; you still do it. Even the Apostles did it.

What is this thing we all do? (I see you blushing)

We all are guilty of making God in our own image. Yep, you heard me right and no, I’m not advocating for some weird cult. I’m talking about seeing God through our own special-colored glasses.

Need an example? Let’s look at the way out world of denominations. Open up the yellow pages and in alphabetical order you’ll find enough different flavors to shame Baskins and Robbins. They can’t all be right.

Some worship on Saturdays, and others on Sundays. Some eat meat, and some don’t. Some dunk, while others sprinkle. One group stamps their feet and lifts their hands, while others are as quiet as a church mouse (sorry about that one). One group speaks Latin, and another with the tongues of Angels. Everyone has their own special take on the truth.

In Mark 8:32, Peter did it when he corrected Jesus about what was coming. Jesus said, “Get behind me Satan!” (Can you imagine what that felt like?) Paul did it when he persecuted the Church in the name of God.

We do it whenever we think that we can see clearly enough to judge someone else.
We do it when we define exactly how God can move today, and how He can’t.
We do it when we pray for things to be done our way, because after all, we know best.

“Oh Lord, forgive me for molding you into my own image.” Amen

 
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