tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60481732011-04-21T19:19:52.207-05:00Thanks for stopping by.Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1159948805310671372006-10-04T02:56:00.000-05:002006-11-05T16:32:50.073-06:00

I have a hard time making blog commitments. Here are two of my others. I'll also be moving some posts over to this site as I have time.www.blakeewing.comor at www.mommasblog.com

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1122446670510998592005-07-27T01:26:00.000-05:002005-07-27T01:44:30.516-05:00

I played No Limit Texas Hold 'Em tonight. It was the first time I've ever really played it for money. I lost. You want to know why I lost (other than the obvious)? I lost because I can't keep from betting. I always bet. . . and I have no problem going "all in" even if I don't have the hand to justify it. I'm a gambler. . . in every sense of the word. That trait is not limited to poker matches.

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Hey you. I’ve missed you lately. It seems like forever since we spent any quality time together. I know we think of each other often, but the time spent just hanging out getting to know each other better is truly missed. I’m writing to you to let you know what I’ve been feeling lately. I fear that the current state of our relationship has caused some confusion about our expectations and I really

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I'm dying to have discussions with people who are asking the "what now?" questions. It's time to begin asking them and to begin searching for those answers. Here's what I know: I can't live without community. I long for fellow Christians with whom I can struggle and enjoy God. I also know that I can't live without meat to chew on that will challenge my intellect as well as my heart. Lastly, I

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1094616548920904272004-09-07T23:08:00.000-05:002004-10-18T00:08:47.580-05:00

I have some contemporaries that have a blog site. There are four of them, all very different, who use the site as an outlet for their thoughts, struggles, pains, etc. It has become a pretty popular site (I judge this by the number of comments their posts generate). I have enjoyed reading their posts and the comments that have followed. The theme, as I see it, is the corporate frustration they

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Garden State I saw Garden State last weekend. Since then I've been wanting to go back and watch it again. I want to feel the feeling I felt while I was in that movie. It's funny how a movie can inspire me. It makes me want to enjoy my relationships more than I do. It makes me want to stop taking them for granted. My love for my wife and my family and my friends seems like such an expected,

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1083827983039754922004-05-06T02:19:00.000-05:002006-10-04T03:11:00.810-05:00

This is an article from the January 2004 Esquire magazine :These are quote's that the devil supposedly said to David Katz (the author).-I prefer Mephisopheles. God calls me Satan.-These days, a lot of people overestimate what they can get for their souls. Frankly, it's a buyers market.-I'm not going to lie to you. Heaven is a nice place. All the harp music made me snap.-First sit through a David

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1083688002419164852004-05-04T11:26:00.000-05:002006-10-04T03:10:26.573-05:00

My recent posts about the church sign have generated some feedback. Consider those the appetizer. This, my friends, is the buffet. Pick whichever stupid church sign you like..As sure as God puts his children in the furnace, He will be in the furnace with them. God won't be looking for your medals, degrees or diplomas--, He'll be looking for your scars.Give God what's right--, not what's left!It's

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1083479309241358922004-05-02T01:28:00.000-05:002004-05-02T01:38:06.843-05:00

My silly website seems to be having an identity crisis. I just went back and read my old posts. Most of them have something to do with God, Christianity, or church. It has caused me to consider the reason my posts have shared this theme. Is it because I'm a zealous Christian activist? Is it because my mind is consumed with the issues within this particular theme? No. I think it's probably because

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1083311207468435652004-04-30T02:46:00.000-05:002004-04-30T02:51:05.076-05:00

I am watching the show on BBC called The Office. I absolutely love it. The Brittish are so much funnier than most of us on this side of the pond. They love to make people uncomfortable as a means of making them laugh. This show is completely uncomfortable. I find myself gritting my teeth as I watch it. . . and then I laugh. . . out loud. Ricky Gervais is a genius. He was a "bad guy" on Alias a

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I recently wrote this as a comment on the Real Live Preacher website. It was my contribution to an argument about Christian marketing. It seems to me that Christians as a whole have for some time subscribed to the notion that our only avenue of influence on the world around us is through silly "hooks." These "hooks" are designed to appeal to the individuals lost in the secular world, get them

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1082955394909773552004-04-25T23:56:00.000-05:002004-04-26T00:00:46.716-05:00

I drove by a church that had this sign posted: "The only thing better than a Christian Heart is a Christian Liver." I wanted to pull over and remove the sign. . . It causes me to question logic. Someone thought that sign would do something positive for someone. Unless the person with the authority to make decisions regarding that sign is truly evil, the intentions were likely good ones. What

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Kill Bill vol 2 is a fine fine fine movie. I notice that for some reason, every time I suspected that a kick ass kung fu fight was about to break out. . . it didn't. That would be my only disappointment. Quintin T. is a dirty tease. Every other aspect of the film was rock solid. Go see it.

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I play softball. . . men's E league softball. I am the pitcher. I pitch so I have to don't have to field the ball very often. When you're the pitcher, even if someone hits the ball at you, you're so close to the batter that your teammates understand if you just move out of the way and let the ball go by. I'm just there to pitch. Anything else I do is bonus. A few games ago I hit a homerun. We

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1080200555199073832004-03-25T01:42:00.000-06:002004-05-02T01:42:07.530-05:00

Apparently I've had nothing banal to say since November. . . . or perhaps no diatribes. How time flies. . . I just went back and read my old posts. Isn't it funny how we humans are a forever changing lot? I look at the things I wrote and I know that they must have been so real to me 4 months ago. Now, a memory. Passions have faded and new ones have come to replace them. It's odd to me that I've

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Today I picked up Christ in Lebanon Missouri and drove him to Tulsa. He's at the John 3:16 Mission right now. . . with himself. Just as I was to pull my car on to interstate 44 on my way home from my in-laws, I saw a man standing in a tuxedo with his thumb in the air. He was holding one of those old plastic suitcases. I didn't even really think about it. I didn't have time to drive by slowly and

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1068707561732991132003-11-13T01:12:00.000-06:002003-11-13T01:12:46.990-06:00

Today has been a fascinating day. One of those that seems like two were crammed in to one. In my world of video games and slack, it seems that I often find myself at the end of the day wondering if I accomplished even one mildly notable thing. If you've cared to read my previous posts (God bless you if you have and are still reading), you've learned that my wife and I are engaged in this stupid

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1068625050815850882003-11-12T02:17:00.000-06:002003-11-12T02:17:35.763-06:00

I had a really cool conversation this evening with a likehearted friend (his page). We were discussing our thoughts and feelings on the future of "the church." It seems that I've been stumbling in to more and more conversations about this lately. I'd guess that if there are people out there reading these posts, they are probably assuming I'm a bit obsessed with the issue. Please know that I'm not

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1068487212795146142003-11-10T12:00:00.000-06:002003-11-10T12:02:41.963-06:00

I walked out of church early yesterday. Then I went to lunch. My church is doing this campaign. . . Why is that the word "campaign" is only used in relation to politics and fundraising? The church is doing a fundraising campain. . . They are shooting for 2.5 million. We were told that the 2.5 was the "sacrificial goal" meaning it was going to take some sacrifice to get there. Awesome. The

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I just watched the movie entitled "Elf." It was one of the more hilarious movies I've seen in a while. . . and just when I was beginning to wonder if Hollywood was capable of causing me to laugh more than once a year. While at dinner this evening with my parents, I was fortunate to have had the opportunity to engage in a memorable conversation with my parents. My Dad and I began talking about

Blake Ewingnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6048173.post-1068229987432034112003-11-07T12:33:00.000-06:002003-11-07T12:33:11.070-06:00

Greetings world. I suppose by writing this here I am presuming two things: 1. Somone cares 2. It's someone other than me Perhaps I'm wrong on both accounts. . . simultaneously. This is either my way of creating an avenue by which I change the world one bored internet surfer at a time, or simply my way of articulating the mess of things that fill the back corner of my brain. Regardless, if

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