"I've got to find that fire that defined me once so well." -GOOD RIDDANCE

Monday, March 31, 2008

one of the greatest men of all time

hey guys. check this link to see a funny song my grandpa always used to sing to his grandkids. he doesn't here, but he used to get out his guitar and get really animated when he sang this song to us. it might not mean much to most, but for those that knew him and his sense of humor, it is pretty hilarious that he sang this song to his grandkids.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

for the more "soccer-oriented" fans among us

michael jordan at his finest

if you turn down the music on your computer, this is so fun to watch. unless you love jay-z, like i do. then it is the greatest thing in the whole world. i miss michael jordan. no one compares to him when it comes to sports entertainment. can anyone think of any rivals?

Friday, March 28, 2008

the best day of my life

well, maybe that is exaggerating a little bit, but it comes in third at least. it looks to be becoming an annual occasion. we should put it on the calendar and celebrate every year at the end of March.


Bruins eliminate Leafs from playoff picture
The Canadian Press
3/28/2008 10:56:41 AM
BOSTON - While Boston improves its playoff chances, the once-proud Toronto Maple Leafs have fallen on hard times.

Tim Thomas made 30 saves, Phil Kessel and Peter Schaefer each had a goal and an assist and the Bruins eliminated Toronto from playoff contention with a 4-2 win Thursday night.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

you know you are in trouble when...

you know you are in trouble when sinbad, the comedian/terrible actor, is making fun of you...

Clinton's Bosnia gunfire claim untrue
By Jitendra Joshi in Washington
March 25, 2008 02:11pm
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DEMOCRAT Hillary Clinton has been forced to admit her dramatic account of coming under life-threatening sniper fire during a 1996 trip to Bosnia was inaccurate.

Senator Clinton's spokesman Howard Wolfson admitted the former first lady may have "misspoke" when she recounted the story on the campaign trail, as she tried to talk up her national security experience.

Senator Clinton had last week told of coming under sniper fire when she arrived at Bosnia's Tuzla airbase in March 1996.

"I remember landing under sniper fire. There was supposed to be some kind of a greeting ceremony at the airport, but instead we just ran with our heads down to get into the vehicles to get to our base," Senator Clinton had recounted.

But reporters who accompanied her on the 1996 trip have since produced TV footage that shows nothing of the sort, as Senator Clinton, accompanied by her daughter Chelsea, greeted wellwishers on their arrival and paused to chat.

Reruns of TV reports from the time showed Senator Clinton being welcomed by smiling officials on the tarmac at Tuzla, and listening as an eight-year-old Bosnian girl read out a poem.

Mr Wolfson insisted the Tuzla trip, designed as a morale-booster for US troops keeping the peace after Bosnia's civil war, took place in an atmosphere of danger.

But he admitted: "Now it is possible in the most recent instance in which she discussed this that she misspoke with regard to the exit from the plane".

The comedian Sinbad, who was also on the 1996 trip with Senator Clinton but is supporting her rival Barack Obama in the presidential campaign, said the most worrying part of the trip was deciding where to go for dinner.

And Senator Clinton's White House schedules - released last week and detailing her activities as first lady - confirm the ceremonial greeting she received in Tuzla.

Senator Obama's campaign has used the schedules to buttress its claim that the New York senator dishonestly inflates her resume to argue that she is ready to be commander-in-chief.

The schedules also fail to shed much light on Senator Clinton's assertions that as first lady to president Bill Clinton, she played an instrumental role in bringing peace to Northern Ireland or in opening Macedonia's borders to Kosovo refugees.


know when to hold em', know when to fold em', know when to walk away, know when to run.

Monday, March 24, 2008

gagging

i know people are going to cringe when i write this, but i don't care. i just can't pretend it's okay when it's not.

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- President Bush expressed sympathy Monday for the families of the 4,000 Americans killed in the war in Iraq, promising to make sure their loved ones "were not lost in vain." President Bush addresses the press with Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, Monday. "One day, people will look back at this moment in history and say, 'Thank God there were courageous people willing to serve, because they laid the foundations for peace for generations to come,' " Bush told reporters after a meeting at the State Department.

i am just trying to figure out when that day is going to come. according to them, it should have come sooner. after all, the mission was accomplished about 2 weeks into the war if my memory serves me correctly, at least according to the white house. so shouldn't the day already be here when people think these lives were not lost in vain? yet the war drags on and on with no real end in sight, and i wonder when that day will come. i hope it will. i don't have any criticism for the soldiers, and i have no disrespect for them or their families. but when the world is a more dangerous place 5 years after the war started, how is it possible to think these people have not died in vain? they died in service to their country, in service to something bigger than themselves. but for what? i'm past the point of screaming 'bush is evil' and 'it's all about the oil'. it might or might not be. i don't know. i'm just a schmuck from the prairies. but please tell me when the day is going to come when all of this is going to make sense, because right now, i can't see it.

"He gets a report about every single soldier who passes away," Dana Perino, the white house press secretary said. "And he always pauses a moment to think about them and to offer a prayer for their loved ones and their family and friends."

what good are your prayers, mr. bush? i don't know much about prayer, and i don't claim to be an expert. my prayer life is broken at the best of times. but when God gives you the power to bring these men and women home and end the senseless deaths that are happening every day, and you refuse to do so, then you are ignoring God's answer to your prayers. he has given you the ability to make the call. so instead of praying for the soldiers and their families, ensure their safety and bring them home.

"No casualty is more or less significant than another; each soldier, Marine, airman and sailor is equally precious and their loss equally tragic," Rear Adm. Gregory Smith said.

i agree, mr. smith, but what about the 84, 000+ iraqi casualties that have occurred since March 19, 2003? do those count for anything? are american lives more valuable than these? i'll admit, he does not directly say this, and his obvious concern is for the american losses, but why aren't iraqi lives included in this statement? why do their lives hold less value than ours?

i know many are sick of this discussion. i know many don't think much of my views. i know the criticisms i face for saying this. but i can't handle this anymore. the news media has forgotten. we've been lulled into a sense of complacency. what has happened to us?

Sunday, March 23, 2008

the words i can't take back

so michael roberts and i have this thing. no, it's not romantic, at least most of the time. there was that one sunset on the vegas strip in 05'....

he likes the maple leafs. i like the canadiens. for those outside of canada or from canada who ignore what most people talk about in canada, these are hockey teams. now it is a pre-requisite for a montreal canadiens fan to hate the maple leafs, and in extreme cases, some of their fans. the same goes for toronto maple leafs fans. although, their hatred is a symptom of jealousy and not just pure, unbridled spite for the dumbest organization in pro sports, like me.

michael has this crazy idea in his head that toronto will make the playoffs. in my typical witty and talk before you think fashion, i told him that if they made the playoffs, i would eat poop stained underwear and post in on the internet. ha ha, all in good fun right? no. a bet is a bet. the bible teaches that we should let our yes be yes and our no be no. so i think jesus is telling me that if the maple leafs make the playoffs, i have to eat my poop stained underwear. after all, it's in the bible. stay tuned for the final result in a couple weeks.

just for the record, i don't actually have poop stained underwear.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

The most important political speech of our time

regardless of political stances, left or right, liberal or conservative, bigfoot or lochness monster...this is such an important message. and to hear it coming from the frontrunner for the white house is even more shocking. never have a i heard a politician speak so openly and honestly about one of the key issues of our time. no longer can we ignore this issue.

i pray for the good of the world that Barack Obama becomes president of the United States of America. i wasn't sold on him until i heard this speech. but now, i believe this is the only politician that can make a real difference. sure, hillary clinton could go and do some good things for health care. sure john mccain might make us feel the most secure as we sleep in our beds at night. neither of them would be bad presidents. my dog, hudson, would be a better president than george bush. but barack obama is a new breed that longs for change, that longs for the world to be a better place. and it isn't just rhetoric. he doesn't just toe the party line. take the time to listen to this speech. maybe you will think i am over exaggerating. i don't think so. it has made a deep impact on me.







Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Healing the Wounds of Race (by Jim Wallis)

It has simmered throughout this campaign, and now race has exploded into the center of the media debate about the presidential race. Just when a black political leader is calling us all to a new level of responsibility, hope, and unity, the old and divisive rhetoric of race from both blacks and whites is rearing its ugly head to bring down the best chance we have had for years of finally moving forward.
And that is indeed the real issue here. A black man is closer to possibly becoming president than ever before in U.S. history. And this black man is not even running as "a black man," but as a new kind of political leader who believes the country is ready for a new kind of politics. But a new kind of politics and a new face for political leadership is deeply threatening to all the forces that represent the old kind of politics in the U.S. And all the rising focus on race in this election campaign has one purpose and one purpose alone—to stop Barack Obama from becoming president of the United States.
Barack Obama should win or lose his party's nomination or the presidency based on the positions he takes regarding the great issues of our time and his capacity to lead the country and the U.S.'s role in the world. He must not win or lose because of the old politics of race in the U.S. That would be a tragedy for all of us.
The cable news stations and talk radio are playing carefully selected excerpts of the most potentially incendiary statements from Rev. Jeremiah Wright's fiery sermons. Wright is the retiring pastor of Barack Obama and his family's home Trinity Church in Chicago. Obama, while affirming the tremendous work his church has done in his city and around the nation, has condemned the most controversial remarks of his pastor. But the whole controversy points to the enormous gap in understanding between the mainstream black community in the U.S. and the experience of many white Americans. And that is what we are going to have to heal if we are ever to move forward.
Here is what I mean.
There is a deep well of both frustration and anger in the African-American community in the U.S. And those feelings are borne of the concrete experience of real oppression, discrimination, and blocked opportunities that most of America's white citizens take for granted. African Americans across the spectrum of income and success will speak personally to those feelings of frustration and anger, when white people are willing to listen. But usually we are not. In 2008, to still not comprehend or seek to understand the reality of black frustration and anger is to be in a state of white denial - which, very sadly, is where many white Americans are.
The black church pulpit has historically been a place of prophetic truth-telling about the realities that black people experience in their own country. Indeed, the black church has often been the only place where such truths are ever told. And, black preachers have had the pastoral task of nurturing the spirits of people who feel beaten down week after week. Strong and prophetic words from black church pulpits are often a source of comfort and affirmation for black congregations. The truth is that many white Americans would indeed feel uncomfortable with the rhetoric of many black preachers from many black churches all across the country.
But if you look beyond the grainy black-and-white clips of the dashiki-clad Rev. Wright and the angry black male voice (all designed to provoke stereotypes and fear), and actually listen to what his words are saying about the U.S. being run by "rich white people" while blacks have cabs speeding by them, and about the U.S.'s misdeeds around the world, it's hard to disagree with many of the facts presented. It's rather the angry tone of Wright's comments that provides the offense and the controversy.
Ironically, a new generation of black Americans is now eager and ready to move beyond the frustration and anger to a new experience of opportunity and hope. And nobody represents that shift more than Barack Obama. There is a generational shift occurring within the black community itself. This shift is between an older generation that is sometimes perceived to be stuck in the politics of victimization and grievance, and a younger generation that believes that opportunity and progress are now possible—not by ignoring, but by being committed to actually changing the facts of oppression and discrimination.
Barack Obama represents that hope of dealing with the substance of the issues of injustice while at the same time articulating the politics of hope, and even the possibility of racial unity. Obama's attraction to many who are white, especially a new generation, demonstrates the promise of a new racial politics in the U.S. But to be a leader for a new generation of black Americans, Barack Obama had to be firmly rooted in the black church tradition, where the critique of white America, the sustenance of the African-American community, and God's promise for the future are all clearly articulated. That's why he began attending Trinity Church, where he was converted to Jesus Christ in the black liberationist tradition of, among others, Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.
So it would be a great tragedy if the old rhetoric of black frustration and anger were to now hurt Barack Obama, who has become the best hope of beginning to heal that very frustration and anger. Obama has never chosen to talk about race in the way that Rev. Jeremiah Wright does on the video clips that keep playing, and indeed has never played "the race card" at any time in this election. It's been his opponents that have, especially the right-wing conservative media machine that wants the U.S. to believe he is secretly a Muslim and from a "racist" church.
This most recent controversy over race just demonstrates how enormous the gap still is between whites and blacks in the U.S. - in our experience and our capacity to understand one another. May God help us to heal that divide and truly bless America.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

everything must change

hey everyone. i know many of you are from other cities and countries, but i wanted to share this with you. dave turner suggested doing this book, "Everything Must Change" by Brian Mclaren, as a study with some people from our church here at glen elm, and i was thinking that was a good idea. maybe if any of you out of our area want to be involved we could start a discussion group online through our blogs of some sort. anyhow, i know some people are sick of the emergent talk. i kind of understand that. but i don't think this book has anything to do with emergent vs. evangelical or whatever. it has to do with important issues facing our world and our church, and i think this book really could bring about some much needed change in our communities. let me know what you think, whether you are from regina and want to be involved in a weekly meeting, or from elsewhere and want to join in an online study. e-mail me, or post your response on here, and we will move on from there. thanks guys.

the life and times of one of the greatest

my first memory of grandpa peterson is fishing.
fishing at white lake next to salmon arm. i have a vivid memory, being out in the boat. i leaned over and looked into the water. it was clear as can be. you could see all the way to the bottom, and i thought it was the most amazing thing ever. you could see the fish swimming beneath you and you could watch as they took your hook. i remember grandpa helping me reel the fish in because i wasn't strong enough. i laughed so hard and was so excited to see the fish come out of the water. as we pulled the boat back onto the trailer, there was a dead turtle in the middle of the road that had been run over. i got really sad because i hate death. i remember grandpa giving me a hug and telling me it was okay. i don't remember the words, but i remember with grandpa, everything seemed like it was going to be okay.

all my memories of grandpa were like that. whether it was gopher hunting, feeding the squirrels, helping him build his trailer, taking apart old computers, or going to mcdonald's, you always felt like you meant the world to him. you felt like you were the most important person in the world at that very moment. i know his favorite story he liked to tell about me was when i was a small boy, he came to visit us at silver creek in salmon arm. as he pulled out of the drive way to leave, i ran to my room crying my eyes out. when mom asked what was wrong, i said "i already miss grandpa!!!" grandpa peterson meant the world to me. he modeled to me what it meant to love family with all your heart. it didn't matter how tired he was, or how sore he got, or how old he got, he always took you on an adventure. 

i loved his passion for learning as i grew older. i remember finding out that one of his favorite movies was "Bowling for Columbine". love or hate michael moore, that movie brings up important issues that touch us all deeply and grandpa cared about the world in this way. i loved listening to him talk about issues that affected the world. jason bandura said that before he even knew him, he had heard that him and grandma had done regular mission trips to africa, and it had impacted him to see someone in their older age give their life so freely for the good of Christ and the world. it did the same for me. what kind of man does that? most grow old and settle into a comfortable life of retirement. but not my grandparents. they gave themselves for the good of the world. 

i have another vivid memory of grandpa. i think it was christmas about 4 years ago. most of the peterson clan had gathered at grandma and grandpa's house in weyburn, and we decided to have a serious devotional and talk about our lives. so we all gathered in the living room in a large circle. we were led in a devotional that i remember nothing about. after, we started sharing things about our lives that were important and the mood was melancholy. some were crying as they talked. grandpa wouldn't stand for that! he brought out joke after joke in a beautiful fashion that only my grandpa can! you could tell the mood was a little awkward because we all felt the need to be serious. but grandpa hated for us to be so sad. and so he spent about 20 minutes cracking one liners until we all lightened up and started enjoying ourselves. 

that was my grandpa. a beautiful man. a beautiful mind. a beautiful life. 
i will miss you grandpa. thank you for giving your life to something bigger than yourself and teaching me how to be a bigger person. 

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

can i have my snake back?

if you haven't seen the darjheeling limited, you should. 

the weeks are passing by like my moxie's brownie at autumn challenge in 01'. kris o. & aaron friesen know what's up. one time, we went out to moxie's with john close and some others and after we got back to the church, i threw up in the parking lot. then me and kris were saying bye to some people, and we watched a girl slip in it. it was the happiest moment of my life, i think.

melissa's grandma passed away march 1. we have been back and forth from regina to winnipeg more times than i can count. well, actually only 4 times, but that's pretty high. it's been a rough few weeks for the wiebe family. i hate seeing people go through pain. you wish you could take it away and just wrestle it down and tell it to quit hurting people. like pain is a bully, and you are showing him who is the boss. like tony danza. king of the small screen. in the 80's. 

i feel very disconnected from life right now. like i am an observer watching myself do things. no i'm not on drugs. it just seems like i'm having trouble living in the moment. i'm always looking back to how things were or looking ahead to how i hope things will be. i don't even know what that means, but it makes sense in my brain somehow. but i want to be present. i want to be aware of what's going on around me. i struggle with knowing what to say or how to be there with someone. i know i don't need the perfect words, but somehow i feel like everything good in my life is being missed because of this. 

allow me to be abstract for awhile, as if i'm not already. i used to drive around regina and see so much beauty in the faces of the people i passed. not only the people, but the old rundown buildings, and the trees, and everything. i could see it. i could taste it. it was real to me. i'm struggling with that today.

allow me to be specific for a moment. i look in the face of my beautiful wife and feel like there is no way i deserve her grace and beauty. i look into the face of my 2 year old beautiful girl and marvel at the perfection of God in her smile and in her cry. i see my wife's belly and am amazed that i am a part of something so wonderful and bigger than myself that my mind can barely comprehend it (she is pregnant by the way, just so you don't think i have a weird obsession with my wife's belly). 

the things around me that are real are so beautiful. so perfect. so much better than what i deserve. i want to feel that way about everyone and everything. and today i don't. today i feel like sleeping. like going to bed and dreaming of my family. but why can't my love be bigger than that? i've told myself and others that it can be, that as a follower of Jesus it has to be bigger than that. if we only love those who love us, then what good is that? i believe that, but i'm wrestling today with loving the abstract. because when you love the abstract, it isn't abstract anymore. it becomes the real. it becomes the very thing that you have been looking for. i don't know if i'm ready to jump into that. but as a follower of Jesus, do i have any choice? no, i don't. it is what we are called to, and i am admitting that i fail miserably at loving what doesn't love me back. i am trying, and i will try again tomorrow. but i just want to be honest about how i feel at 11:30 pm on a wednesday night when i am alone without my family. so, for the two of you out there that this might have made sense to, thanks for reading and call me for coffee so we can be abstract and irreverent together. for the rest of you, sorry for wasting your time.

maybe i'm just ornery because the riders traded kerry joseph. has the whole world gone mad?