Elsewhere on the Web…

Our church prints a magazine-like thing once a month in lieu of the traditional church bulletin, and Brian wrote an article that was published back in November–good stuff! It was also posted on IBC’s online forum, and you can read it at www.tableandfire.com.

Under “Life and Community” it says, “James and the Miniature Juicemaker” by: Brian Rhea. And there ya go!

Another really cool article is “Born Again” by our dear friend Susan Robinson, and it is found a couple below Brian’s. It chronicles her birth experience as she brought Kyla Blythe into the world (but don’t worry guys–nothing graphic! ;)).

Those Awake

Some of my buddies and I have joined forces to create a community blog called “Those Awake“. Shaun describes it better than I could hope to by writing, “Thoseawake.com is a community of 4 bloggers, thinking, speaking, and writing together, in hopes of an even broader dialogue with others. Among, perhaps, many other parallel values, the most common thread running through these bloggers is the awareness, desire, respect, dependancy, and growing commitment toward, of and for, the idea of “awakening.” We hope this blog comes as near as possible to that gracious growth, and exists as a meaningful encouragement among all those awake.”

I’ll still be posting a lot here about family-related goings-on, but I wanted to give you all the heads up on the other site in case you’re interested.

Now, a few quick notes. Laura and I did the ultimate in New Year’s Resolutions: we joined a gym. So far, we’ve been very committed and we’re feeling great. For the record, this is a resolution that I hope sees the other side of March. Stay tuned.

Also, between the years of 1994 and 2001 I didn’t eat a single bowl of cereal because it just grossed me out. People would ask me, “What is it about it that bothers you?” My answer would be, “Everything. How it gets soggy if you don’t eat it fast enough. How messy it is if you eat it too fast. The sound of the spoon tink-tink-tinking on the ceramic bowl.” I could go on and on, but there’s no need now. The point is that those days are behind me because I conquered that quirk and have left it in my past like the speck of cosmological debris that it is. What? So, anyway, this is all to say that I’ve bested another distaste that has owned me for over a decade: Nuts. Walnuts, peanuts, almonds, all of ’em. With the exception of peanut butter – which doesn’t even count if we’re going to be serious here – I’ve never wanted anything to do with them. But, something happened over the past few weeks and now not only do I not mind them, but I actually have cravings for a handful of almonds. In the spirit of full disclosure (listening to the Alito hearings is rubbing off on me I suppose) I have to confess that I still think there’s no better way to ruin a dessert than to throw some nuts on it, but that’s a matter of texture and not taste. I continue to be amazed at how much I am in the minority on this one. If I’m munching on a wonderfully gooey, mushy, warm chocolate brownie, the last thing I want is to deal with a random crunch. It just throws me off my game.