The boys of summer

The Night Writer family, plus Uncle Ben, went to the Stearns County Boy Scout camp recently to minister at their evening service for the 6 to 11 year olds. The Mall Diva, Tiger Lilly and Ben lead the group in some action songs and I delivered a short message which included fire, but no brimstone. At one point during the message I actually got applause! The best response to any message I’ve ever preached, however, was afterward when one father was overheard saying to his son “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” High praise indeed!

During our stay with the scouts we had great opportunities to shoot BB guns and arrows, eat camp food and sit around the campfire. No scary stories, though — they don’t want Cub Scouts having nightmares. We’re planning on going back again!


Pointy-end goes in bullseye?


Our aim is true.


“Trigger” Lilly


Singing and juggling: “‘Orange’ you glad you love Jesus…”


Object lesson: how hard is it to keep the Commandments? The blindfolded scouts had to try and catch Ben.


Fire, no brimstone: flash paper shows what happens to our sin when God forgives us. Poof, it’s gone!

Context is everything

Via The Kool-Aid Report, I’ve been able to determine the Motion Picture Association of America rating for this blog:

Online Dating

This is kind of problematic, since a 13-year-old is a regular contributor to this site. Analysis provided by the evaluation tool indicates:

This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:

gay (7x) dead (6x) punch (2x) breast (1x)

Hmmm…most of those “gay” words probably came in a post I did a few weeks ago about certain cars now being perceived as “gay.” Similarly, “dead” was no doubt prominent in my last post about cockroaches (Heavens – it’s a good thing that word didn’t appear on the “restricted” list). I have no idea where “punch” might have been used, but I know I used the word “breast” in a poem posted for Mother’s Day — and it was used in its maternal sense. There can be no question of this fact, because I don’t use the word “breast” here; I typically prefer terms such as “gazongas” or “ba-ZOOMS”. (Just kidding, Mom).
Just to be safe I think I need to announce that no one can read this blog unless accompanied by a sense of humor.