A.) I went to Mexico this weekend to scout a family mission trip. After dozens of trips to border towns, not counting trips in my B.C. days, I have asked the Lord to strip me of pity. It's not pity that glorifies Christ; it's service. Serving those who are part of the same body, covered with the same grace and redeemed by the same Savior. Pity moves you to guilt for what you have and what they don't. Service directs you to humility. Pity drives you to an emotional reaction, while serving allows you to be the practical tool of an empathetic Creator.
B.) My folks were in town last week for my dad's yearly check-up to make sure his cancer is still in remission - which it is - praise God. I took them to the hospital and was sitting in the waiting room with my mom and she asked me why there is such hype over Amy Winehouse. My take is, even though she is a walking train wreck ,
she writes and performs her own music. I think people are nearing burnout on studio created music. Let me throw on my music snob hat, and instruct you to take a break from the heavy rotation of Fergie, T-pain, Sean Kingston and Beyonce and spend a few bucks and download a couple songs from people who write their own music:
out.
I have been told this since I was about ten years old. I'm not too sure exactly what it was about me when I was ten that brought about such 
Small mouth, weak handshake and middle management haircut. 
