Interesting conversation at church...

Me & my wife were walking in the back after second service today & we were stopped by 2 couples. 1 we knew already & the other we met. We talked about the baby & all the normal hubub that usually gets said in that type of conversation. Then I was asked if I was going to film the birth. I quickly told them I was not & gave a stern look that they even asked. I will be staying away from the business end on the day of reckoning. The husbands gave me their nods of approval. Quickly the conversation took a turn for the interesting. One ladie began telling me about the birth of her first child & how relieved she was that she didn't poop on the table when she gave birth. I was like, "what?" She then informed me that after birthing her second, she said, "what's that smell?" Yep, she pooped on the table & was apologetic to the nurse who obviously didn't think it was a big deal. I thought it was a big deal.
It raised a question in my mind & also gave me a new phrase.
1. Would the nurse be bothered if the husband had sympathy poop? You've heard of sympathy weight, sympathy morning sickness, but why not sympathy poop? The husbands seemed to like this one. Just think the wife pops the baby out & the husband poops his pants...and it's all good. Thanks Helen for the stories...They were..interesting. My wife will be doing a sea salt cleanse the day before the birth. There's no way I'm pooping my pants again.

God told me to...

We went to Chili's last night for dinner. Buffalo Chicken Salad, no pico, extra bleu cheese crumbles & a side of wing sauce=greatness. While waiting for the food, in between conversations, I was watching the College World Series for womens softball. Those girls throw pretty hard. Anyway, while watching I was reminded of someone I knew several years ago who played softball. She was receiving scholarship offers from good D1 schools who wanted her to play, & in return, they would pay for her education. She quit softball. I asked her why, & she informed me that "God told her to quit." It didn't make sense to me then & it still doesn't. I began to process the events from the past with what I believe to be true now. My thought process was something like this:

Why would God tell you to stop doing something: 1. that he's gifted you to do, 2. that you enjoy 3. that would effectively remove you from your interactions/being Jesus to people who don't know him.

To me, it doesn't add up & it's been done by several people I have known personally.

A little different situation- A guy I went to highschool with told me, "God told me to quit soccer." I think the actual situation was that this guy realize his chances of making the team were slim & if he did, he probably wouldn't play much. But what is easier to say? "God told me to quit," or "I'm really not that good & don't want to waste my time trying." It bothers me when people blame it on God.

This can be broadened to situations where people put a God stamp on a decision they're making, when they may actually have good reason for doing what they are. But instead, it's "God told me to do it."

How do you respond to that anyway? Someone who says that, probably isn't going to ask for your opinion. I've found that people will play the God card because it gives no place for input from anyone, it takes away having to talk/think through difficult issues/situations. Pisses me off because people will use the mask of doing something religious to justify their own dysfunctional behavior.

God told me to break up with you?
God told me to move?
God told me to quit?
God told me...are you saying He's wrong?

Sorry Shontell...

Shontell, I'm sorry I've been neglecting my blog over the past 2 weeks. We've been moving in to our new casa & have pushed the blogger aside. I will make a better effort to provide a homework distraction for you & yours.