I like rats in my river.

The River Rats of Minnesota put on their weekly show this past Thursday. It was a magnificent effort of power, speed, strength, and poise as the teams of the River Rats took to the waters on their skis. I was amazed. Here's their website if you are interested> http://www.tcriverrats.com/

This was the first water show I had ever been to and it couldn’t have been more perfect. The temperature was perfect for sitting outside. There were hardly any bugs to be seen. The hillside we sat on was comfortable for at least the first 20 minutes of the show. And the Biff’s hand sanitizer was full. What more could we ask for than to be sitting right in front of the Mississippi River watching people perform stunts in the water while being pulled by boats with powerful engines?
Sadly, I do not have any proof that I was there other than an eyewitness. Emily Fischer came with me to the show after a sampling of the Fireside Restaurant in Rosemount where slivers are chunks so what happened to the rest of the apple?
Back to the River Rats: How can someone love a temporary high so much as to offer all of their time and energy to that one thing?

Trust

“But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.” Titus 3:4-7

Sometimes I just can’t express thoughts in words. I guess that’s why I’m a visual artist instead of a writer, but I wanted to share a story and song that I recently had the opportunity to hear. This young man (whose music I found through a convoluted, random search in myspace/facebook several months ago), put his hope and trust in God. He wrote a song, which is amazing, telling of his change, and he wrote about it on his blog. So, just go to the link at the bottom of this entry, read his blog, and follow his instructions to hear the song. It is very encouraging to hear about another person trusting in Christ.

 

http://www.vincepierri.blogspot.com/

Football? No futbol. So soccer.

Why are people so obsessed with watching a sporting event. Since football is the "American Past time" you'd think the summer would be a safe time to do the other American past time: eat food in the sun (picnic). But some people want to ruin that tradition because they have a problem. I see futbol rehab in store for them; although, living in the United States of America, this rehab facility would be called "Soccer rehab for the futbol fanatic."
You might be wondering why I'm bad mouthing the soccer lovers. I am not. I'm bad mouthing the "futbol fanatics." There is a major difference. I don't care if people love soccer, to play, watch, or cheer on their kids. But when people are so obsessed that they have to include a sport into whatever event they are attending, then it gets pretty sick. Not the Californian "that's totally sick!" rather, the "this person really needs mental therapy" sick. They can't even use their native tongue to speak of the sport. Instead they call it futbol as if they are from Europe or are speaking to Europeans.
It's only five days past Independence Day and people have forgotten to wave their American flag, call futbol soccer, and remember the Alamo. What has happened to our country?
As you can probably tell. I have not put too much thought into this. I have only put ranting hysteria into my posting today because that's all I got right now.