Sidekicks

Recently I had one of the strangest dreams I have ever experienced. While most everyone at times has those dreams that when you wake up you are disappointed to find out were only dreams, this dream was not one of them. I cant recall many details about the dream itself all I know is that in my dream I was the sidekick. I was not the hero. I did not get the girl. And I received little or no glory for the accomplishments that were made. I woke up from this dreams pissed off. I mean I was there working my but off so that someone else could receive the glory because lets face it, sidekicks are the peons in the superhero world. Think about poor robin. First of all while batman got to be fully clothed Robin was force to prance around in his green underwear. They always forced Robin to say the stupidest things like, "Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods!" (and I am not making that one up.) And probably worst of all his nickname, "The Boy Wonder!" How would you like that nickname to stick with you when you are 24 and fighting crime. Ladies you can go on a date with, Iron Man, Batman, Spider Man, Superman, or The Boy Wonder!! It got so bad that in the comic books he actually had to leave batman and after going through a serious super hero identity crisis reinventing himself as Nighthawk. I don't have to much left to say on the matter so I will leave you with one more thought followed by a few more Robin quotes. It flat out sucks to be the sidekick.


Holy bill of rights, Batman!

Holy haberdashery, Batman!

Holy atomic pile, Batman!

The way we get into these scrapes and get out of them, it's almost as though someone was dreaming up these situations; guiding our destiny.

The opposite of a girl is a boy!

Scrubs

The one break between school and work that I enjoy in my everyday life are the two episodes of Scrubs that my Tivo shares with me. I don't know if it is the witty writing, actors, or the fact that I can connect with the main character J.D. (Zach Braff). J.D. is a nerdy, emotional, needy character who is a constant search of how to better his life while trying to do the best job he can at his job. His constant daydreaming and life narration in his head hit close to home. There hasn't been a show that has ever made me laugh more. The hundreds of inside jokes that continually run through the episodes (and pop up when you least expect them to) leave the faithful views on the floor in stitches and the occasional viewer confused as to why something is funny. Though there were rumors that Scrubs was to be canceled the executive producers at NBC have signed the show for one final season, running eighteen episodes. This is truly a show that I never get tired of watching. Though I have seen most every episode I still look forward to watching them and laughing all over again. Scrubs is my source of humor on days when i am tired from work, stressed out over money, or just need a good laugh.

TPCC

TPCC

I can remember the day very vividly. I was sixteen and it was my a junior at Trinity Christian High School and I drove a 1998 green Ford Ranger. I walked through the rear entrance of the Science Spectrum and quickly turned right into the large exhibit room. At the front of the room there was a stage that had been erected holding several musical instruments waiting for a band to begin playing. Flowing from the left and right of the stage large white curtains were raised to the ceiling spaced about two feet apart each. On two of theses curtains (one on each side of the stage) the logo of Turning Point Community Church was being broadcast by beams of light. As I made my way through the rows of chairs to the front of the sanctuary the air of excitement could be felt as several people busied themselves, getting ready for the beginning a celebration that is the climax of months of preparation. As the group of near fifteen made a circle each taking a short moment to ask for the blessing of the Lord on a church. Not a building, for we had none of our own, not an organization for it was much more than that, but a community but one question still remained in our hearts and minds, who will take part in this community? That morning two hundred people chose to be a part of our community.

Sunday, I had the privilege once again into a building that our community occupies. Once again, stage erected. Once again, instruments waiting. Once again, curtains hung. And once again, the feeling of excitement in the air. On Sunday July, 22nd 2007 at the intersection of 114th St. and Quaker, Turning Point Community Church, itself, achieved a turning point, when six hundred people entered a building but it was not the building that was the church but those who occupied it. The same community that had occupied the science spectrum four and a half years previous had now grown but the community of our church remained, not in a rented or temporarily occupied space but one we could finally call our own. One we could finally call home. Welcome Home Turning Point Community Church.