What Do These Stones Mean?

I wish I had gotten this quote in my Inbox yesterday, instead of today…

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
� Antoine de Saint-Exupery � Aviator, Author

What Do These Stones Mean?

I wish I had gotten this quote in my Inbox yesterday, instead of today…

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
� Antoine de Saint-Exupery � Aviator, Author

Sunday Night Unwind, 08.28.05…

I first heard this music late-late one night last week, while watching the movie Unfaithful. I tracked down the group, and it’s been on my playlist almost every day since. You may recognize the tune “Nara” if you watch Cold Case on CBS. It’s the opening theme.

Cool stuff…just what you need on a Sunday night…

Sunday Night Unwind, 08.28.05…

I first heard this music late-late one night last week, while watching the movie Unfaithful. I tracked down the group, and it’s been on my playlist almost every day since. You may recognize the tune “Nara” if you watch Cold Case on CBS. It’s the opening theme.

Cool stuff…just what you need on a Sunday night…

Pray for the Big Un-Easy…

See that street? Yep, that’s the world-famous – or infamous – Rue Bourbon in the Vieux Carre, New Orleans, Louisiana. Now, imagine that street with anywhere from 8-20 feet of water standing there. That’s what might happen in the next twelve hours when Hurricane Katrina blasts through the Gulf Coast.

We spent two years in N’awlins. For a city that we hated the first four months, it sure has grown on us since then. My professors told stories of live fish in the lobbies of on-campus apartment buildings when one Category 3 storm came through in the 1960s. Local lore holds that a little boy drowned while riding his bicycle. “Drowned while riding his bike? Well, that’s tragic, but not highly out of the ordinary, right?” Well, the boy was riding his bike on a railroad bridge. The bridge is over US Hwy. 90 in front of the Seminary. Lots and lots of water.

Now I know some folks would say that the best thing that could ever happen would be that New Orleans just washed away. I say pray for the safety of the people there. Pray for those who’ll go in to help out in the aftermath. I say pray that God will be glorified in the middle of a difficult and stressful time. I say pray that Jesus would be lifted up in the Crescent City.

Customer Service…

…the way it should be!

Yesterday, the lovely and gracious “Mrs. Just Charlie” and I went to Atlanta on a quest to buy her a dress. (No, that’s not her! The lovely and gracious “Mrs. Just Charlie” makes the dress look much, much better!) We ended up at the Talbots store in the Peachtree Battle Promenade.

A great woman named Kathy helped us. So many times, “customer service” is a misnomer. Not with Kathy. She knew her stuff and more importantly, she knew people!

Thanks, Kathy! And thanks, Talbots!

Pray for the Big Un-Easy…

See that street? Yep, that’s the world-famous – or infamous – Rue Bourbon in the Vieux Carre, New Orleans, Louisiana. Now, imagine that street with anywhere from 8-20 feet of water standing there. That’s what might happen in the next twelve hours when Hurricane Katrina blasts through the Gulf Coast.

We spent two years in N’awlins. For a city that we hated the first four months, it sure has grown on us since then. My professors told stories of live fish in the lobbies of on-campus apartment buildings when one Category 3 storm came through in the 1960s. Local lore holds that a little boy drowned while riding his bicycle. “Drowned while riding his bike? Well, that’s tragic, but not highly out of the ordinary, right?” Well, the boy was riding his bike on a railroad bridge. The bridge is over US Hwy. 90 in front of the Seminary. Lots and lots of water.

Now I know some folks would say that the best thing that could ever happen would be that New Orleans just washed away. I say pray for the safety of the people there. Pray for those who’ll go in to help out in the aftermath. I say pray that God will be glorified in the middle of a difficult and stressful time. I say pray that Jesus would be lifted up in the Crescent City.

It’s Just About That Time…

In my South, there’s just one true Sport…(and it ain’t hockey!)

Customer Service…

…the way it should be!

Yesterday, the lovely and gracious “Mrs. Just Charlie” and I went to Atlanta on a quest to buy her a dress. (No, that’s not her! The lovely and gracious “Mrs. Just Charlie” makes the dress look much, much better!) We ended up at the Talbots store in the Peachtree Battle Promenade.

A great woman named Kathy helped us. So many times, “customer service” is a misnomer. Not with Kathy. She knew her stuff and more importantly, she knew people!

Thanks, Kathy! And thanks, Talbots!

It’s Just About That Time…

In my South, there’s just one true Sport…(and it ain’t hockey!)