I just found this wonderful site: Typealyzer. Basically, you feed it a URL for, say, a blog, and it tells you what personality type the writer’s persona is. This does not always reflect the writer’s actual personality (although it correctly pegged Lauren as an INFP). Here’s what it thought of a few of the major categories on my blog:

• front page: ENFJ
• Books: INTJ
• Cats: ESFJ
• Church: INTP
• Hijinks and Merriment: ISFJ (interesting…)
• Music: ISFJ
• Philosophy: INTP (YES!)
• Psychology: INTJ
• Spirituality: INTP
• Writing: ISTJ

Any of my fellow bloggers want to share their results?

Untitled Bill and Ted Project, due out in 2010. If this is a re-make, I am officially leaving earth.

I know Keanu has mused about doing a sequel now that Bill and Ted are grown up and the future has arrived. But this one is going straight to video. That worries me.

First, a few words from my personal hero, Soren Kierkegaard; then, some thoughts on worship leadership.

When a man turns his back upon someone and walks away, it is so easy to see that he walks away, but when a man hits upon a method of turning his face towards the one he is walking away from, hits upon a method of walking backwards while with appearance and glance and salutations he greets the person, giving assurances again and again that he is coming immediately, or incessantly saying, “Here I am”—although he gets farther and farther away by walking backwards—then it is not so easy to become aware. And so it is with the one who, rich in good intentions and quick to promise, retreats backwards farther and farther from the good. With the help of intentions and promises he maintains an orientation towards the good, he is turned towards the good, and with this orientation towards the good he moves backwards farther and farther away from it. With ever renewed intention and promise it seems as if he takes a step forward, and yet he not only remains standing still but really takes a step backward. The intention taken in vain, the unfulfilled promise leaves a residue of despondency, dejection, which perhaps soon again leave behind only greater languor. As a drunkard constantly requires stronger and stronger stimulation—in order to become intoxicated, likewise the one who has fallen into intentions and promises constantly requires more and more stimulation—in order to walk backward.

- Soren Kierkegaard, Works of Love

So what does this have to do with worship leadership? Let’s take a look back at an unorthodox, although very Biblical, definition of worship.

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So I didn’t realize that you had to be logged in to leave a comment on this site. I just found that setting. Now, you don’t have to log in—you just have to put in your name and e-mail address. So comment away!

So I went out after work and bought a shirt and some cat food, and I came home and Janelle was watching sports. It happened again! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to have a tea party with my cats.

Now that we’re moving back into warm weather, it’s prime time for parties. Here are some awesomer party ideas to get you started…

(Note: These are just food ideas. It’s up to you to plan a party around them.)

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There’s a term—basketball widow—that describes a woman whose husband completely disappears during basketball season, essentially leaving his wife a widow for basketball season. Well, I’m a basketball widower. My wife completely disappears whenever college basketball is on. This, of course, means she’s basically gone right now.

So today, rather than sit through a game of stomping and yelling at basketball, I decided to get out and go shopping for some books and clothes and things for my garden. It didn’t hit me until later how weird it was that I was looking at shirts and picking out little houseplants while my wife sat at home and watched sports. Just last week, Janelle and Landon sat down for the big game, and I made them sandwiches and got them crackers with crab dip.

I can’t let my manhood be threatened just because my wife likes sports and I know how to accessorize. But I know it won’t be long before Spring is in full swing and she’s out mowing the yard again while I’m in the kitchen making cranberry-brie puff pastries. I am slowly turning into a housewife. I need to go listen to some classic rock and look at cars. Now.

Before you get too mad, take a deep breath and realize that this is a joke. (Except for Melville. He’s right where he needs to be.)

All that talking about Chip and Dale’s Rescue Rangers a few posts back got me all nostalgic. I managed to find the entire pilot movie, which was released as five-part episode in season 2. So, here it is: To the Rescue! (That’s what it’s called.)

• Part 1 (1 of 2)
• Part 1 (2 of 2)
• Part 2 (1 of 2)
• Part 2 (2 of 2)
• Part 3 (1 of 2)
• Part 3 (2 of 2)
• Part 4 (1 of 2)
• Part 4 (2 of 2)
• Part 5 (1 of 2)
• Part 5 (2 of 2)

This is an idea Lauren and I were throwing around: starting a serial novel (well, in my case, more like a short story) and writing it in installments in our blogs. So, if you’ll notice, I created a new category for these installments. Later on, you’ll be able to browse that category and read everything I have to date. So, without further ado… “The Dismal and the Divine”:

I could start with the road trip or the two months of chaos that ensued, but this whole ordeal really started in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

I had just made my purchase: some frozen dinners and bargain DVDs. I’m not really what they call a “people person,” so I was looking forward to a night alone.

A wiry, wild-eyed, disheveled man was standing just outside the automatic doors of Wal-Mart. He had a few days’ worth of stubble on his face and his hair looked pretty dirty, but he was dressed in brown flannel slacks and a nice, although wrinkled, blue twill shirt. His shoes looked a bit worn, but were still in pretty good shape. So, obviously not homeless. He was stopping everybody as they left the store.

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