Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Yo Blogger

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Monday, June 06, 2011

Lol Blogger

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Monday, November 28, 2005

Rethinking Peter

For an exegesis on John, I picked chapter 21, Peter's reinstatement by Jesus after the resurrection.  Some of the sources that I used made me think about the nature of our understanding of Peter as the rock of the early church.  2 gospels clearly mark Peter as the rock (Matt. and Luke), but the other 2 seem to indicate that Peter didn't really get it until after Jesus died.  Mark, considered by many to be Peter's gospel told through John Mark, indicates that noone "got it," save the centurion at the cross, before the resurrection.  John, thought by most to be John the Apostle's gospel, seems to suggest that Peter's full call didn't come until the reinstatement.  The language referring to Peter in John 1 is different than the language used in the call of the disciples, but John 21's language reinstating Peter parallels the language used in the call statements in John 1.  It strikes me as curious that the 2 gospels ascribed to the Apostles in the "inner-circle" describe Peter as rock-headed rather than as the rock of the church.  What's going on here? Do we see self-deprecation and envy? Do we see the perspective of insiders experienceing humanity's uncertain nature? And are Matt & Luke the perspective of the on-lookers?  I'm starting to think there might be some of that going on.  If that is what's going on, and Jesus is pronouncing  Peter's calling proper, who is the antecedant of allos (another) that will lead him where he does not want to go?   I used to think it referred to the guards leading Peter to the execution given verse 19, but if chapter 21 is the call of Peter, is Jesus suggesting that Peter is now ready to be led, and it is another that will lead him, namely the Holy Spirit, even to his death?  I don't know the answer.  I'm still wrestling with this, but I thought I give fodder for debate.

From my exegesis conclusion:

More importantly, though, the text of chapter twenty-one provides important insight into one of the leaders, possibly the primary leader, of the early church.  The text shows us that Peter’s contrition was actually the power to follow Jesus.  When he was younger he did, but in his contrition it was done.  I think this thought is reflected in chapter six at Peter’s confession.  Peter is remaining because of his belief, but Jesus says that he chose the twelve.  Peter is willing to do, but it is done because Jesus wills it, and it is not until Peter falls in his own power that he discovers his inability.  This is a good lesson for every Christ follower.  We can do many things in our own power, but we will eventually fall flat, but it is in the falling that we see the need for help, and it is when we are face down on the ground that we are most capable of being lifted and used.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

I'm giving wordpress a try. For the next week or so I'll be posting exclusively there. Check it out at:

http://tobytaff.wordpress.com

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

The Thrill of Victory...The Thrill of Defeat

I must make confession. I took a great deal of pleasure in the unfortunate endings of the Astro's games this past week. Don't get me wrong, I'm a Texas guy so I want the 'stros to win, but the agony of the Astros' fans last week was ecstasy for me. Let me set the picture... I had a crappy week last week and when it all seemed horridly bad and I was reading a boring theology book enjoying a pint of Guiness (even bad weeks have a bright side or two) the Astros were seemingly winning the game to send them to the World Series. I was at a local food and beverage establishment surrounded by Astros fan and they were all energized and standing up, tense. You could feel the electricity in the room. Then, just when the win was in hand Albert Pujols called down the angel of death with a bottom of the ninth 3 run shot that defeats the Astros. I felt like a solar cell on a bright sunny day. I just absorbed the energy release of Astro Fan as his hopes were dashed. It made me feel good. I smiled, grinned, laughed. I probably enjoyed it too much, but it brought light to my gloom.
My second bright spot came on Saturday when my Alma mater won the big rivalry game, and then came my final uplifting. On Sunday night, I went to the same establishment because I saw the opportunity to soak in more Astro fan misery. My gut was right, not once but twice. Houston was up two and gave up a Grand Slam...release of energy one. Houston then ties it and the tension builds again only to have Astro fan's hopes and dreams crushed by yet another walk-off Homerun. Like I said, before I want the Astro's to win but with the way my week went I'll take the ecstasy where I can get it. Go 'stros...thanks Cards and White Sox

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Much Ado About Everything...

They say things happen in threes. I don't know if three is the proper number, but I'm sure that when the doodoo start flying it usually comes in bunches!

This week has been horrible. It started with my German prof getting rushed to the emergency room and class being canceled. The latter half would generally not be bad, but it is probably my favorite class, at the very least near the top. The first half is most heinous because Frau McAullife is great. She's ok, probably somehow stress related (dissertations are like that). Tuesday was fairly normal, but the family left because Rhi Rhi had a neurology appointment Wednesday. Wednesday was suck day #2 for the week. Leadership meeting ran longer than expected so I missed a luncheon and went to lunch with Jerry, John, Lex, Phillip, and Walt. When I got home, I got a phone call from my sister-in law, Rhi had had 1 seizure that morning and was having another right then. Laura took her to the ER and the whole story is a jumbled mess.

Laura went to the ER because Rhi was still seizing, but a nurse told her the seizure was over so they headed for neurology and her appt. A doctor at the elevator said she was still seizing and sent them back to the ER where they administered meds, just after she stopped. Once she was semi-conscious, they went to neuro and saw the doctor. We have to go back in two weeks for a new EEG and a reevaluation of Rhi's condition. Laura is now considering a crusade to bring a pediNeurologist to Abilene.

So instead of coming home Wednesday, they came home Thursday morning. Between Hamilton and Comanche Laura had a flat. I spent a great deal of time on the phone working out how to get here a tire in Comanche. A man stopped and helped her change to the spare and then followed her to Comanche. After that she made it home incident free, but I missed class because I was manning the phone.

And then came today. This was truly one of the worst delivery days I've ever had. Only 10 deliveries on a Friday, and then to top that off, I got stiffed on a tip 6 times. I usually make 40+ on a friday day shift. I made 26.50 because 4 people dug deep. May the rest of you cheapskates have to work for tips someday and go home broke! Well, not really, but that tells you how I feel right now about it. My brother used to tell me that there is such a thing as tip Karma. i don't know if there is, but if so some people lost big points today. Oh and to top off the day, my daughters Betta, Beethoven, died. It was her first pet, and we found it nose down in the gravel floating side ways. NOT GOOD! She seemed to take it ok, a little sad but ok. The 3 year old, however, cried.

So there it is, a group of three. Maybe now the euphoria can set in and it will be a great football weekend. MHB over HSU, Texas over Tech. That would dull the pain of the week. i guess we'll find out tomorrow

Friday, October 07, 2005

I stand amazed!!!
(or my weekend in Stamford Texas)

I'm in Stamford this weekend, serving as overseer for a group of college students doing missions work. Most people don't know anything about Stamford, so let me tell you about what's going on here. A few months back, heavy rains caused lake levels to rise and flood a large number of homes near the lake. These are not palacial lake homes, these are mobile homes and cottages. The home I'm working in belongs to an 82 year old woman with no ability to replace her home and no financial help coming. Today we worked on demolitions and we'll do more tomorrow. It's too bad people are so tied up with KATRINA and RITA victims that they have missed the people who don't get government aid.
Anyway, it has been an interesting (read her funny/entertaining) night. At dinner, one of the girls at the table had a wave of vapidity wash over her and proclaimed, "THIS BUTTER MIGHT COME FROM REAL COWS!" I about fell out. She caught herself mid-sentence but couldn't hold back the words. It was beautiful. Better yet, the girl next too me didn't get why it was funny and tried to comfort the other girl saying, "Yeah, it could be from real cows." After a long laugh and some difficult linguistic work, she finally got it. Then during Bible Study, another girl just about split her head open trying to see someone who was speaking. She leaned left and hit the corner of the table with the back of her head. It wasn't one of those painful hits either, but the embarassing type that leaves you laughing uncontrolably because you know what you did was stupid. She laughed so hard she stopped breathing. Truly a funny moment. You just never know what'll happen when you get around college students.

Trying Something New

Trying Something New…

I am trying a new plugin, Blogger for Word.  I don’t know how well it will work, but if does work it will be mighty convenient.  So blahblahblahbliggity here we go.  TEST TEST TEST.