Concerts,
Music Corner 
Saturday, May 19, 2012 at 8:54PM I just got back from the Grant-Lee Phillips concert in downtown Santa Barbara. Not only did I get to see one of best concerts I've ever seen in my life up close in an intimate venue, but I got to meet him! Here's a pic of me and Grant-Lee Phillips, one of my biggest musical heroes. It's like a Beatles fan getting to meet Paul McCartney and hang out with him for a few minutes. Woohoo!!!! One of the funnest nights I've ever had! What a wonderful ending to a really tough week. I needed a night like this. What a blessing from God. I still can't believe I met him. We even chatted about one of my favorite songs of his, "Hickory Wind," and we also joked about me having met Jonathan Winters. Grant-Lee said he wanted my autograph because I had met Jonathan Winters, and he joked that it would be signed, "the guy who met Jonathan Winters." Haha!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012 at 4:48PM You left me, sweet, two legacies,--
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
(Emily Dickinson)
Poetry
Wednesday, March 28, 2012 at 4:38PM There's something to be said for taking time away from a book. I recently opened up the pages of something I wrote awhile ago, and it was enlightening. I saw things I didn't see before and found ways to improve it. It also encouraged me because I thought, "Hey, this isn't half as bad as my overly critical memory made it out to be."
So if you're an author going through a frustrating season of writing, sometimes it's a good idea to shelve the book and go out for some fresh air. Let the book be for awhile, and then come back to it.
It might refresh your creative energies.

Novel Craft
Wednesday, February 22, 2012 at 2:27PM Thanks to the geniuses over at Big Bang Theory and nathanthenerd.tumblr.com, here is a joyfully awesome augmentation of rock, paper, scissors:

Funny Stuff
Friday, February 10, 2012 at 3:41PM In possibly only a week or two, God willing, I will be a proud new father of a baby girl named Lucy. The thought makes me nervous and joyfully excited all at once. One of the things I am eagerly anticipating is reading to her. They say even infants enjoy hearing the voice of a parent read something lengthy to them (like novels). Obviously, they don't understand the words yet, but they like all of the little inflections and the constant soothing sounds and rhythms of the mom or dad reading to them for long periods of time. Besides short little baby books, I plan to begin reading the Chronicles of Narnia to her, beginning with The Magician's Nephew.
There is much to be thankful for in this beautiful suffering world. Even in the pain, there are things that can fill us with gratitude.


Friday, February 10, 2012 at 3:34PM I got a standard Kindle for Christmas (not the touch screen one, just the normal one) and I love it. I love how the screen is made to look like the physical page of a book. It doesn't cause any eye strain like a bright back-lit screen often does with other devices or computers. There are these nifty little buttons on the sides that allow you to turn the pages with such understated ease that you don't even realize the pages are flipping by. My favorite feature by far is the way you can instantly (through Wi-Fi) "share" a passage that you highlight in your book and have it posted to your social network of your choice (i.e. the Facebook status update). I've shared many great passages with friends all over the world. And no I don't work for Amazon. I just appreciate great technology.

Tech Stuff
Tuesday, January 17, 2012 at 1:42PM The following is the text of a speech I am giving this Friday at Westmont College's chapel:
"One of my favorite song lyrics of all time comes from the hymn “Blessed Assurance,” where the chorus declares, “This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior, all the day long.” The story of Fanny Crosby, the woman who wrote “Blessed Assurance,” is living proof that the Author of Life is busy writing remarkable stories using the conflicts, characters, and events from each of our lives.
Fanny Crosby was born on March 24th, 1820 in a village north of New York City. Like many stories, her life began with great conflict. When she was six weeks old, she caught a cold that caused inflammation in her eyes. The doctor who treated her used questionable methods, and when his treatment destroyed Fanny’s eyes and blinded her for life, he left town. It was later discovered that he was an unqualified physician who had deceived her parents. Despite this tragedy, Fanny was not a bitter girl. At the age of eight when doctors in New York City confirmed that her sight was irreparable, she wrote the following words in her diary: “Oh what a happy soul I am, although I cannot see, I am resolved that in this world, contented I will be.” Fanny had a perfect auditory memory and was able to memorize entire books simply by hearing them read aloud. Despite her genius, her school teachers did not know how to teach her, so they covered up their inadequacies by calling her stupid and ignoring her in class. When she was fifteen, she was accepted into the New York Institute for the Blind where she quickly excelled as a scholar and became the resident poet of the school. Notable officials often visited the institute, and Fanny was always asked to read a poem for them. Over the course of her time there, Fanny read to twenty-two American Presidents from John-Quincy Adams to Woodrow Wilson, and one of them, James Polk, became a close friend. At the age of twenty-two, she was hired onto the school's faculty. A year later, she became the first woman in US history to be invited to speak before the US Congress and Senate to advocate for the rights of disabled citizens. Up until this time, she had pursued secular poetry only, until tragedy struck again. When a cholera epidemic ravaged the school, she lost many close friends and almost died herself. This experience shook her to the core, and she surrendered her life to Christ wholeheartedly. An unquenchable passion for the Lord was birthed from her broken-heartedness, and she began to write hymns, often writing six hymns a day. By the time she died in 1915, she had written over 10,000 hymns.
One of those hymns, "Blessed Assurance," swept across the nation after it became an anthem for revival meetings. According to Fanny, the hymn was written as a meditation on Hebrews 10:22, which says, "Let us draw near with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience…” Each verse of the hymn describes a different element in the experience of surrendering to God. The chorus shows us the end result of that surrender: a life story written by God Himself and a heart that praises Him daily. This hymn urges us to lay the pen on the table in surrender and let God write our story, beginning first with surrendering our hearts to the cleansing blood of Christ, and then surrendering everything else to His Authorship.
Whether it is movies, novels, or TV shows, stories only interest us if the characters experience great conflict that transforms their world within and without. If Fanny had written her own story, she would not have chosen to be blind from infancy. And yet, that tragedy was the twist in her story that led her to her destiny, which included everything from befriending presidents to writing hymns to advocating for the rights of the disabled before Congress. This hymn reminds me that it is much better if I stop trying to write my own story. It is better if God writes my story, even if that means I will face great conflict. As we see in the Cross, God can take the most painful moments in our lives and turn them into our greatest victories. In the face of great tragedy and conflict, Christ is indeed our “blessed assurance.” As we sing this hymn, I encourage you to surrender everything in your life to Christ and let the Author and Finisher of your faith write your story."
Friday, January 13, 2012 at 10:09AM In an age of spoiled superstars and professional athletes who are arrogant, self-serving, and habitually carrying guns, someone like Tim Tebow is just plain refreshing.
Saturday night's game against the Patriots and the Broncos is going to be so much fun to watch. For one thing, I am also a Tom Brady fan because he is one of the greatest, if not THE greatest quarterback to ever play the game, and he is always a joy to watch. Like watching Monet pain. He's done more with so little than any quarterback in history. He can take a scrub squad of receivers that no one's ever heard of and make them look like Hall of Famers. Unlike many other great quarterbacks, Brady has never had a Jerry Rice or a Reggie Wayne or a Marvin Harrison or a Calvin Johnson or a Greg Jennings -- with the one exception of the season when Randy Moss came to town, and in that season Brady broke many NFL all-time records and he almost achieved a perfect undefeated season.
So I'm not a Brady hater, in other words. That's not with this post is about. I'm just overjoyed to finally see such a classy athlete like Tim Tebow in the spotlight for once. Just sick of reading about whiny professional athletes or thugs who shoot themselves in the leg at nightclubs.
So, I just can't help myself, I will be cheering for Tim Tebow on Saturday night.

Sports
Thursday, January 12, 2012 at 4:23PM Tonight will be a good night: Bible Study and then some R & R with my favorite shows: Parks and Rec, The Big Bang Theory, and The Office. I don't watch much TV, so this is a rare treat.
Here's a book I'd like to read someday:

Wednesday, January 11, 2012 at 9:27AM My friend Todd Pulliam took this:
