How can this be?

Three men check into a hotel room.
The bell hop says "That will be $30."
Each man gladly pays $10.
The bell hop reports to the hotel manager with the fee for the night.
The hotel manger says, "This is a mistake. Today is Tuesday, and the fee is only $25."
The hotel manager gives the bell hop 5 one dollar bills and tells him to return it to the gentlemen.
On the way back to the room the bell hop decides that he can not split the refund evenly 3 ways.
So, he keeps two dollars for himself and gives each of the men a dollar bill.
So, each man paid $9 for his stay. Three times 9 is 27. The bell hop kept 2 dollars for himself which equals 29.
There is a dollar missing.
HOW CAN THIS BE?

You can all thanks John Dukes for this one!

I miss Kevin.

I have sat down many times to start this blog, but didn’t know where to start. So, I guess I’ll just write what comes to mind. I miss Kevin.

Kevin Lawyer left this earth on March 21, 2008. But like Jordan told me on the night that he passed, with tears rolling down my face, “Dad, even though you can’t see Mr. Kevin, he will always be in your heart.” She is so right.

Kevin was a wonderful man, an extraordinary husband, and an awesome Dad, and above all, an example of Jesus Christ.

When I first heard of the accident, my heart broke. I couldn’t catch my breath and the tears flowed. My thoughts went out immediately to his wife Suzie and his six kids who he loved more than life. The news came to me as I was wrapping up an evening with my high school kids at our weekly YFC meeting. They all watched as the biggest guy they know wept like a baby.

The days that followed have not been easy. Images of Kevin in the different rolls he played in life played in my mind like clips from a movie. Professor wonder, Myth buster, Jordan’s orthodontist, coach. I would see glimpses of him worshiping at church with hands raised, or rapping at our Break Away retreat, or smiling as I took a snap shot on our trip to Chicago.

I miss Kevin. I miss his smile. But I KNOW, I will see him again one day. As Dawn drove the girls to church on the Sunday after the accident, a song by Audio Adrenaline was playing. Big Big House. The songs talks about heaven and how great it will be. It talks about ……..”a big big yard, where we can play football…….” Jordan called from the back seat, “Mom, I bet Mr. Kevin is playing football right now.” Once again the tears flowed as Dawn retold the story to me. I can’t wait till the day, when I can lay down a block for Kevin, as he runs in for a touchdown. But until then, I will continue to look at the good that has and will come from this tragedy.

Romans 8:28
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.

Come on Spring!

Come on Spring! Is it too early to be wishing spring would arrive? I am so ready for nice days on the boat!

Iggys

So I get an email from my eldest daughter Monday.

hi dad

i woke up with a good idea on my mind. i want a iguana for a pet. I tell mom, and she said maybe. What do you think? I will name him Fred and I will pick up his poop and feed him. I promise! Can I please have one?

Love Jordan

I'm thinking, "here we go again!"

Little over a year ago, the same daughter, approached me with the incredable desire for a dog. Pretty much the same plea, of "I will pick up his pooop and feed him. I promise! Can I have one please?" Do I even need to go into an explaination of who takes care of our beloved Pudge the pug?

Now she wants an Iguana! Another pet, that I KNOW I will be taking care of in less than a year.

All night long all I hear is, "Can we Dad, can we?"

I said,"Let me do some research and we will see?"

So off to the internet highway I go for an education about Iguanas. It didn't take long on the road to higher learning, that I discovered that these critters are not something I am interested in. Change of "bath water" everyday, fresh salad everyday, habbitat that would accomodate a 5-6 ft adult male, a tail that can break a human arm if hit just right....on and on and on. So I tell Jordan all this and as her eyes widen, I can tell she is starting to have second thoughts.

Now it's time to go in for the kill.

"Jordan love," I say in the most delicate way, "it gets worse. Do you know what they eat for protein? Crickets!"

Jordan hates crickets. We get them in our basement in the summer and she will not go down there if one is heard muchless spotted. Oh that was the clincher.

"Dad, " she said, "I think I'll just be happy with Pudge. Can he sleep with me tonight?"

"You bet baby. Anything for you!"