The Heavier Things of Life

...so we're watching "Are you Smarter than a Fifth Grader?" and the question was, "When was the Battle of the Bulge."

The right answer? World War 2.

My son Ryan: "I thought it was the Civil War, the one John McCain was in."

Oh, to be a kid again.

On another note, I started reading In My Place Condemned He Stood by Packer and Dever.

Holy cow.

I had to dig through about 1000 books that wanted to tell me how great I am and how much health, wealth, and happiness God wants to give me if I just believed in myself a little more. It's not the bookstore's fault. That's what people are buying.

But there is a gravity to this book that simply cannot be put into words. I bought the store's only copy (another tragedy in my mind), buried behind a few other solitary works on the atonement.

Don't get me wrong. It's heavy. But that doesn't mean its bad. Gold is heavy. My Vox amp is heavy. A Rolls-Royce is heavy.

Anyway, my wife was sick so I tried to help by taking the kids to the park and then McDonald's. I would have had an easier time herding 50 cats across the Plains, but it was fun nonetheless.

These activities, including the above comments, are written in light of the fact that my grandfather is in his final hours, and I will likely be travelling to Oregon in the next week to honor a man who has been a very signifncant part of my life.

So I'm trying to keep my mind on the heavier things, and capturing the moments that so quickly fade.