I threw my back out on Friday night lunging for Elijah who needed to be saved from some sort of eminent danger. I save his life hundreds of times a day.

My back is better today. I’ve tried a chiropractor in the past with decent results, but I eventually stopped going. I may have to go back and give it another try. My dad has a bad back too. I’m afraid I may have inherited his bum vertebrae.

Here’s one for all my fellow thirtysomethings.

You Won’t Believe What Happens at Age 30

The new age of adulthood: 30. Our extended adolescence has really, well, extended. But according to Josh Albertson, Lockhart Steele, and Jonathan Van Gieson, authors of the new “Book of Ages 30,” life begins at 30. Thirty is cool. Party on, dude!

Tonight I’m wrapping up my class on the Kingdom of God by unpacking the Lord’s prayer. I take it to be the single best summary of Jesus’ Kingdom message we have in the gospels. If we prayed it slowly and sincerely on a daily basis, rather than mindlessly flying through it, it would change the way we see the world, ourselves, and most importantly, God.

I didn’t preach this past Sunday. Instead, I worked in the 2-year-old nursery. Our assembly lasts about an hour and a half. The first hour the kids were great. In the last thirty minutes meltdowns started to happen. I was really glad to see the parents start showing up to pick up their kids. Afterwards I vowed that in as much as it depends on me, I will never contribute to having our assembly go longer than usual. When it does, there are nursery workers paying the price!

I don’t think Will Johnson liked Revolutions very much.
Review in Thunderstruck:

“I would not be exaggerating if I said that this film is by far the most anticlimactic and disappointing film experience of my entire life. My whole body was drained of energy, I walked out slumped over and wanting to wring the Wachowski brother’s necks. So much promise! So much potential! Maybe I watch too many movies. “