Bag of Randomness for Tuesday, June 28, 2022

  • I read a quote yesterday, “Stop analyzing life and start living it.” That spoke to me. I just wish I knew how to do both the former and the latter. Perhaps if I can master one I will master the other.
  • I saw an orthopedic yesterday about an ongoing knee problem. I’ll be fine. The exam room I waited in had two televisions, both showing medical ads. That felt weird. But, upon further inspection, one of the screens was interactive and allowed me to look up diagrams of the knee and different conditions and remedies. It was actually kinda cool. When the doctor came in, he used the larger screen to display my x-rays, which was also cool.
  • Matthew 6:6 has always meant a lot to me. It says, per the NIV, “But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” It’s one reason I’m uncomfortable with that coach who prayed on the field and recently had a Supreme Court go in his favor. To sound like an old man, when I played football in junior high and high school, we always prayed in the locker room, in private, and didn’t make a spectacle about it. If praying on the field is the best way for you to evangelize, then you have bigger issues.
  • I was reading about Robert Wadlow, the tallest person in recorded history for whom there is irrefutable evidence. Wadlow’s height was 8 ft 11 in while his weight reached 439 lb at his death at age 22. I was curious what he sounded like and was lucky to find this recorded voice interview. In it, he talks about playing basketball. While he wasn’t a good at shooting the ball, he said he was good at getting close to the basket and literally dropping it in.
  • My older brother of seven years was a great high school football running back. I attended all his games. Before every Friday night home game, a local pastor would say a prayer either before or after the national anthem was played. I remember asking Dad how to pray when I hear someone lead us in prayer, should I repeat all the words in my head and also make it an additional prayer, or should I just listen and let his one prayer represent all of us?
  • Just writing about that brings back lots of memories, and right now I can remember the special aroma of a Friday night in Miller Stadium.
  • I haven’t spoken or heard from my brother since our mother’s death back in 2006. The last thing he ever communicated to me was a comment on this blog which ended with, “You’re dead to me.” As far as I know, he and my adopted sister still haven’t spoken to each other either. I think Dad wouldn’t be surprised at this, but I think my mother would weep, though she saw it all coming.
  • iPhone lost in a river for 10 months reunited with owner, and it still works

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