Archive for October, 2006

Section Retreat 06

Hey gang, just got back from my weekend in Waco. Josh invited me to go on the section retreat with them, camping out Friday night at Mother Neff State Park, outside of McGregor, TX. Good times were indeed had. I’m actually STILL sore from the games we played Saturday afternoon. We played a round of Kamikaze, which is basically a four-team game where you have 4 chairs, an arc in front of them composed of bags of flour, and a central station of water balloons. In each chair sits one teams president. Each team has 2 defenders and two attackers. The attackers must run up and get a water balloon and hit another teams president with it. The defenders smack the attackers with the flour bags to get em out before that happens. The rest of the team sits in front of the bag-arc and blocks (if possible without standing up) water balloons. It was good fun. I took a serious dive tryin’ to hit Scott Spoede that I’m still sore from.

Anyway, after all that, we came back to Waco and went to a LeCrae concert at the church later that night. LeCrae is a Christian hip hop artist who performed at one of the Urban Ministry nights last year, he came back again. He’s pretty good stuff. He’s got 2 albums out, his first being “Real Talk” and his second and most recent is “After the Music Stops”. Good beats, good flow, and open and honest Truth. Can’t go wrong with that. Grab “Real Talk” if you don’t know where to start because it has the track “Represent” which is in my opinion his best. It’s definitely the most catchy. I was thinking about this on the way home, the way new music seems to diffuse among Antioch members, and I had some thoughts therein, but I’ll save them for later. Anyway, here’s some pics from the weekend. Photos are also availible on Facebook for those of you who are on that. And please, help me tag the things!

Church was darn good. They’ve been doing a character study series on David, and this week was a fairly blunt one, dealing with his sin with Bathsheba. No punches pulled, no niceties, just truth about sexual immorality and what it costs you and your soul. Wish Antioch would put their sermons online, because I’d definitely link to this one. Hmm…I need to suggest that. Maybe get an RSS feed set up.

Okay, so new music diffusion. I’m gonna make a generality here, one which I know is not true for a lot of people, but for the majority it seems to be the case based on my experience as a member of Antioch. Most, but not all, of the church seems to favor christian music on the level of contemporary accoustic artists or just praise/worship. Nothing wrong with that. Most of it would bore me to tears, but that’s just my taste. I can say that because I have TRIED it. I gave it a shot. So rewind a couple of years. The dance team performs, during Dwelling Place, a dance to a song by the Grits, “Ooh Aah”. Darn good song, no doubt about it. But suddenly it is the most overplayed song ever. Juarez dance teams used it, it gets played during DP all the time, back when lifegroup was held at my apartment, I’d play some music in the background until we got started. One day I get some other Grits songs going, and they ask me to play “Ooh Aah”. REPEATEDLY. Sigh.

Fast Forward to more recently. Scene is once again Dwelling Place. Dance Team, again. This time in anticipation of LeCrae’s first performance at the Church’s urban ministry night. Everyone’s goin’ nuts about LeCrae. Not that I can blame them, man’s got talent. Fast forward to this weekend. He’s back, and once again, it’s all anyone talks about. Interesting conversation comes up between me and Ashlie Kaim. She says something to the effect of how she’d never really gotten into this kind of music cause she’s been “overdoing the Shane and Shane”. Cue the Bmatt. I encourage her to expand her musical horizons, because there’s absolutely zero point to sticking with the same thing over and over again. There is plenty of other genres with Godly men and women performing that could just as easily edify, encourage, teach you. Sure, it might be a little outside your comfort. But newsflash people, comfort zones are the reason evangelical churches are so often, well, not evangelical. Ask my man David about my reaction the first time he tried to get me to listen to Demon Hunter. Or He is Legend. It will take some getting used to, but you might just find out you enjoy it. If you want ideas, I suggest you email me. I’m all too happy to do it.

Finally, Happy Halloween to everyone. Be in prayer for the teams goin out on the streets to just talk to people and share the Truth. Call it what you want, pagan holiday that we should shun or fun night to dress up in goofy costumes and get free candy, but the people are out there and we might as well just talk to em, yeah? Also, be in prayer for the families out there, for safety. Later!


He is enough.

“He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities–all things were created through him and for him.”
– Colossians 1: 15-16, emphasis added.

All things. Everything. All the stars out there in that vast realm we perhaps pridefully call “Outer Space”. The water that blankets so much of our earth. The House you live in. Money. Every animal that walks, swims, crawls, slithers, whatever. That includes you. All created FOR Jesus. It’s about him. Period.

“And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent
Colossians 1: 17-18, emphasis added

There’s nothing else created to gain. What it’s all about. Not wealth, not stuff, none of that.

Following Jesus is no guarantee of a “good life”!! The message of the gospel, of Scripture, is not that following Jesus is equal to “everything goes right, and he lived happily (and wealth-ily) ever after, it’s ALL GONNA BE OKAY!!!”

It’s simply this. No matter what happens, Jesus is enough.

To believe the “everything will be ok” philosophy, is to completely ignore Scripture and Christian history. Check the Apostles. Killed. Horrifically. The fruit of the gospel in their lives? Beatings. Execution. Christianity was built and carried through the numerous generations up to the now, and will continue through the future, on the blood and bones of men. Not their wealth or their stuff. That makes Christ no longer preeminent, but the gifts of Christ.

He is enough. Whether we get what we want or not. We pursue healing. Maybe we get it. Maybe not. He gives it to some. “Where, O death, is your sting?” Death means we don’t have to struggle with it anymore. This is why we eagerly await Christ’s return, why we scream “COME GET US!!!”

This is a wildly unpopular belief. In our society, we want to believe that health and wealth will follow Christ. Desperately. But where’s the basis for that? You find it, show it to me. When it doesn’t come, adherents of this will heap guilt on you for not having enough faith. Somebody line THAT one up for me.

He is enough.

“For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.

And you, who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him, if indeed you continue in the faith, stable and steadfast, not shifting from the hope of the gospel that you heard, which has been proclaimed in all creation under heaven, and of which I, Paul, became a minister. “
Colossians 1: 19-23, emphasis added

The gospel promises enough strength to wake up and face each day. Rooted in the hope that we have, that we are presented “holy and blameless and above reproach” before God. Which is freaking amazing. Because, you see, I know me. I can’t lie to myself. The rest of you? Heck yes. Easily. But not me. I know who I am. And I also know what those words mean. And they don’t exactly line up there. Yet, there I am. Presented before God, holy, and blameless, and above reproach. If indeed I continue in the faith. There’s where the daily strength comes from.

He is enough.

Take some note of new stuff around here

SUPERGIANT IMPORTANT NEWS: My Baylor Email will cease to function as of October 24th. You have until then to change your address books to my gmail address ( Any email sent to my Baylor account after that, I will never see.

Okay, so I’ve made a few changes around the place.

First of all, the blog will now stretch to fill your entire screen, as opposed to just occupying a small portion of it.

Secondly, you might notice the pic of me on the upper right corner is gone. That’s because I put together a simple little “About the Author” page, which you can view by clicking the link over there, complete with pics, contact info, and other random stuff.

Finally, there’s some random little thingies over on the right. “Yoda says” features a cool Yoda quote, or a random thing I feel like saying, but in Yoda’s quirky sentence structure. “My recent tracks” lets you view what your favorite Bmatt’s been listening to at his compy. Also, I’ve added and subtracted some various links. Check em’ out. I highly recommend anything I’m willing to link to on my blog.

The Emperors Die

The Temple of Ahn’Qiraj. You will never find a more wretched hive. No, “scum and villiany” isn’t missing, trust me, this place is a hive all on it’s own. Home to the insectoid silithid and their evolutionary apex and masters, the Qiraji, they threaten all those who would live and survive in the World of Warcraft.

Few know the true being who created the intelligent Qiraji from the near-mindless Silithid. Few know who powers the golem-like Anubisath guardians who destroy all who would oppose them. Few know what dark foul power lies at the center of the Temple.

Dahkar and his fellow guildmates of Shattered Legacy have dared to raid the temple, seeking to end the threat of the Qiraji once and for all. After a long and hard fought series of battles, they ended up in the throne room of the Twin Qiraji Emperors. Emperor Vek’lor and Emperor Vek’nilash

And they slaughtered them.

But their death did not guarantee the demise of the Silithid. For in the dark heart of the temple, a fell voice whispered lies and threats to the noble Horde warriors. To their utter horror, Shattered Legacy discovered what true power was behind the evolution of the silithid into the Qiraji all along.

The dread Old God, C’Thun.

So yeah, I was around for Shattered Legacy’s second kill on the Twin Emperors. It was a dang hard fight. See, one of them is a powerful spellcaster, but he’s immune to any physical attacks. The other one has a huge sword and hits really hard with it, but he’s immune to any kind of spell damage. Plus if they get too close to each other, they’ll heal each other for ridiculous amounts. And every 10 seconds, they switch places. And if that wasn’t bad enough, they mutate these little bugs into giant insects which either start attacking people, or just explode.

Basically it’s a big cat and mouse game where you have to constantly run back and forth to be sure you’re attacking the “right” emperor every time they switch places, and make sure they stay away from each other. And have some people waiting for the giant bugs to make sure they die very quickly.

Very hard, but as you can see, immensely satisfying.

C’Thun….don’t even ask. He’s on a whole other level of ridiculously hard.

Enjoy the screenshots!

Since I seem to get more comments when I actually post about myself and how I’m feeling, I’ll do an entry like that later.

Still wondering now.

For those of you who read this, which I have no way of really knowing because I have no hit trackers and despite several of you claiming to read this thing, very few leave me any comments, most of you are probably already aware of the reasoning for me posting the lyrics to “Say Goodbye”.

I made a mistake, frankly. I thought a very good friend of mine had feelings for me. I certainly had them for her. She didn’t feel the same way. And on top of that, she felt that she had become an obstacle between me and God healing my heart from Anne’s breakup with me. As such, she is no longer speaking to me.

It hurts bad enough that she’s probably right, but losing her friendship in the process makes it worse.

Thank God He was right there to catch me.

The question remains as always, though, “Now what?” I swear, if God will point me in the direction, I will run to it with unbounded enthusiasm. But then again, maybe that’s the problem. I want to DO something. I want to take charge.

What I need is to be led, daily. Because if I’m not, inevitably I WILL go off track.

So here I sit, waiting for it. That quiet voice I know so well, that I’m really freaking desperate to hear from again. All I can do in the meantime is try to enjoy life from the place I am in.

I think this is most introspective entry I’ve done in a long damn time. There’s only one thing that can cap off and entry on how the Bmatt is feeling.

Random. Thought. Blitz.

Fig Newtons, after all these years, are still freaking delicious.

This is a recent satellite photo taken at night over the Korean Peninsula. This is yet another result of North Korea’s oppresive and evil government.

I have a phone that can send and receive picture messages now. Send me some if you also posess said capabilities. They make me smile.

It’s Friday the 13th. I’m not really sure why we’re supposedly scared of something like that. It’s probably due to my abject hatred of horror movies.

I will never EVER be able to eat beef jerky (kind of like now) without thinking of Ben Walz and his beef jerky song. The sad part is, I can’t even remember how it goes.

If you haven’t poked a Chris today, what ARE you waiting for?

"Say Goodbye" – Skillet

Things are changing
It seems strange and
I need to figure this out
You’ve got your life
I got mine
But you’re all I cared about
Yesterday we were laughing
Today I’m left here asking
Where has all the time gone now
I’m left alone somehow
Growing up and getting older
I don’t want to believe it’s over

don’t say goodbye
cause I don’t wanna hear those words tonight
cause maybe it’s not the end for you and I
and although we knew
this time would come for me and you
don’t say anything tonight
if you’re gonna say goodbye

do you remember
in December
how we swore we’d never change
even though you’re leaving
that our feelings
would always stay the same
I wish we could be laughing
instead I’m standing here asking
Do we have to end this now
Can we make it last somehow
We both know what we’ve gotta say, not today
Cause I don’t wanna leave this way

And if it’s over
It hurts but I’m giving you my word
I hope that you’re always
Happy like we were
Happy like we were

yesterday we were laughing (if you’re gonna say goodbye)
today i’m left here asking(if you’re gonna say goodbye)
and although we knew this time would come for me and you
don’t say anything tonight
if you’re gonna say goodbye

Some crazy stinkin’ hats

You know, your favorite troll, and mine, has worn a lot of crazy hats throughout his storied advenuring career. Most of the weirder ones, though, have come to him in his higher levels of adventuring. Click to view bigger screenshots, as always.

First there was the pimp hat.

Then came the turban.

And then there’s the most recent, and in my opinion the coolest, the WOODEN MASK.

Here’s a side shot so you can see it from a different angle.

It’s hilarious and very cool.

Going to bed now!