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| Canadian River Run 2007 |
10.29.2007
We Survived
Well, another year and another Canadian River Run behind us. No damage to my Jeep; drove it to Dumas and back without any problems. It was a great time of getting caught up with two of my best friends, little sleep since my feet were freezing cold every night, and angles of approach and departure that would get any heart beating faster. There was no video this trip, just pictures as you can see for yourself...
10.26.2007
Off to the river...
I made it back from K.C., unpacked, repacked, double checked things on the Jeep, loaded 'er up, cleaned up, and am back on the road. Canadian River Run '07...here I come!
10.24.2007
Mmmmmmmmmm....
I have found a little slice of heaven in Kansas City.
Bravo! Cucina Italiana is a small chain of restaurants across the central and eastern parts of the U.S. of A. My friend/coworker had been talking this place up as one of the best places to eat that is close to our place of residence. We decided to partake in this culinary event this evening so that should anything go wrong, I would have a day to recover before having to board my flights back to the top o' the panhandle.
Two things to say: oh my goodness, it was meant to be.
First a disclaimer; I didn't have Italian food when I was there. The special for the evening was grilled trout over pan-fried red potatoes with fresh green beans. I was tired of "heavy foods" (such as all you can eat pork ribs and fried foods) and when the waitress said "trout", I was sold. By FAR, that had to be the best trout I have EVER had from a restaurant (in other words, 3c trout is still the best...you know - trout I caught, cleaned, and cooked or the 3c). Perfect flavor, perfect consistency (not too dry, not undercooked), perfect color. It was so perfect, the butter-lemon sauce did the trout injustice. The veggies were impeccable, the taters reminded me of the german-style taters my Oma would cook and the green beans were like those we would pick out of our garden and cook. I could have...no, should have stopped there...but I didn't
Bravo! Cucina Italiana is a small chain of restaurants across the central and eastern parts of the U.S. of A. My friend/coworker had been talking this place up as one of the best places to eat that is close to our place of residence. We decided to partake in this culinary event this evening so that should anything go wrong, I would have a day to recover before having to board my flights back to the top o' the panhandle.
Two things to say: oh my goodness, it was meant to be.
First a disclaimer; I didn't have Italian food when I was there. The special for the evening was grilled trout over pan-fried red potatoes with fresh green beans. I was tired of "heavy foods" (such as all you can eat pork ribs and fried foods) and when the waitress said "trout", I was sold. By FAR, that had to be the best trout I have EVER had from a restaurant (in other words, 3c trout is still the best...you know - trout I caught, cleaned, and cooked or the 3c). Perfect flavor, perfect consistency (not too dry, not undercooked), perfect color. It was so perfect, the butter-lemon sauce did the trout injustice. The veggies were impeccable, the taters reminded me of the german-style taters my Oma would cook and the green beans were like those we would pick out of our garden and cook. I could have...no, should have stopped there...but I didn't
The waitress came out and asked if we wanted any desert and once again when she said "chocolate cake", I was sold. 5 minutes later, the Torta Di Cioccolata arrived. As the menu states: "Rich chocolate cake with warm center topped with vanilla bean gelato". Oh no. That is NOT what this thing is. Try a chocolate torte with a warm, gooey dark chocolate center topped with what most Americans would call ice-cream but in fact actually is more of a custard made with raw eggs and flavored with aged/authentic vanilla beans. All I can say: heaven.
So here I am sitting on the couch watching the latest "storm chaser" show on Discovery. All I can think of is a line Homer Simpson said: "belly button going from innie...to...outie...". Even though I'm a bit stuffed, it was well worth it.
Food coma...here I come.
So here I am sitting on the couch watching the latest "storm chaser" show on Discovery. All I can think of is a line Homer Simpson said: "belly button going from innie...to...outie...". Even though I'm a bit stuffed, it was well worth it.
Food coma...here I come.
10.22.2007
More thoughts on KC
KC is definitely a different place. Different climate, different scenery, different people. Not in a bad way mind you, just different. I like the fact that it has rained twice in the last seven days as opposed to twice in the last three months. There is actually a change of seasons that results in the color of leaves changing to yellows, oranges, and reds as opposed from green straight to brown. There is terrain here, a gentle rolling of hills that makes for a pleasant drive around the outskirts of the metropolitan area. The people I have interacted with from KS/MO are friendly but not overly so; they won't stop and visit like folks back in the panhandle do. I'll definitely come back for classes and I might even try to visit a couple more times on my own. However, I don't think I could live out here.
I've grown accustom to the plains of the panhandle; where the land meets the sky. There was a beautiful "West Texas" sunset this evening but I couldn't truly enjoy it; there were buildings in the way and going outside of town still didn't allow that full-sky view of the colors. When I headed to the Kansas-side of town on Saturday to see where I briefly lived, the neighborhood was claustrophobic as the trees had formed a total canopy of the street, house, and yard. I couldn't handle not being able to look out the window and see the horizon or not being able to see what kind of weather would be moving towards me. Plus, that would be a LOT of leaves to clean up!
Then there is the traffic. Driving is once again an adventure as the sheer increase in the number of people on the road results in more idiots (you know, those who are driving 100 MPH talking on their cell phone while swerving in and out of traffic...) and random slowdowns as too many people try to merge into traffic. It is "too" busy here for me, people seem to be in a rush even outside of traffic. Stops at Cabela's, Chipotle, and Mimi's Restaurant had random people all in a hurry. People walking out because the wait was 10 minutes, people complaining their order of 16 soft or crispy tacos was taking too long (4 minutes !), people bumping into me as they pulled their kids behind them trying to cover the immense grounds of the Cabela's store. It just seems too fast-paced for me. I guess that's from having been in the top o' Texas for as long as I have.
When it is all said and done, I'll definitely look forward to coming back here. I've still got to get back to I.H.O.P. (poor scheduling on my part this trip), find the secret, hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint every good BBQ city has, and take in some of the more "nerdy" sites around town (a couple of science museums and historical sites). The rest of my evenings this week until I leave are booked so most of this will have to wait. As MacArthur said: "I shall Return."
I've grown accustom to the plains of the panhandle; where the land meets the sky. There was a beautiful "West Texas" sunset this evening but I couldn't truly enjoy it; there were buildings in the way and going outside of town still didn't allow that full-sky view of the colors. When I headed to the Kansas-side of town on Saturday to see where I briefly lived, the neighborhood was claustrophobic as the trees had formed a total canopy of the street, house, and yard. I couldn't handle not being able to look out the window and see the horizon or not being able to see what kind of weather would be moving towards me. Plus, that would be a LOT of leaves to clean up!
Then there is the traffic. Driving is once again an adventure as the sheer increase in the number of people on the road results in more idiots (you know, those who are driving 100 MPH talking on their cell phone while swerving in and out of traffic...) and random slowdowns as too many people try to merge into traffic. It is "too" busy here for me, people seem to be in a rush even outside of traffic. Stops at Cabela's, Chipotle, and Mimi's Restaurant had random people all in a hurry. People walking out because the wait was 10 minutes, people complaining their order of 16 soft or crispy tacos was taking too long (4 minutes !), people bumping into me as they pulled their kids behind them trying to cover the immense grounds of the Cabela's store. It just seems too fast-paced for me. I guess that's from having been in the top o' Texas for as long as I have.
When it is all said and done, I'll definitely look forward to coming back here. I've still got to get back to I.H.O.P. (poor scheduling on my part this trip), find the secret, hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint every good BBQ city has, and take in some of the more "nerdy" sites around town (a couple of science museums and historical sites). The rest of my evenings this week until I leave are booked so most of this will have to wait. As MacArthur said: "I shall Return."
10.19.2007
A recommended form of transportation
As I mentioned in my previous post, I could have driven to K.C. which would have given me a vehicle to drive around in and enjoy the sights. However, my primary vehicle has seen it's better days and has a tad under 150k miles and my go-anywhere vehicle definitely ISN'T fun to drive on a 10-hour road trip. Because the place where I'm staying is within walking distance of the training location, the guv'ment doesn't authorize a rental vehicle meaning it comes out of my pocket. I wanted to have transportation to enjoy some of the good food and to get me back to IHOP on Sunday, so I decided to rent a car.
Also mentioned in my previous post was the fact that I arrived LATE Monday night (or was it EARLY Tuesday morning) thanks to flight delays. Once all the paperwork was filled out, I had to walk out in the middle of the night being very tired and select my car. Walking up to the first one I found, I looked it over, loaded up my luggage, and was off. It was a nice ride but I was ready to get to my room and hit the sack.
So, what did I end up getting you ask? Here it is:
In the gleaming sunlight the next morning on the way to training was a 2007 Pontiac Grand Prix GT. Leather interior, Supercharged V-6 with traction control, XM radio, Sunroof, and digital information center. Did I mention supercharged V-6? Having driven SUVs of various sizes for the last 10 some-odd years, I had forgotten how much fun it is to be behind the wheel of a vehicle that has some actual getup-and-go when it is pedal-to-the-metal. Granted, the supercharged V-6 isn't as powerful as the V-8 Mustang Cobra I drove at the drag races (once) but it did bring back some fun memories. However, I also forgot how low to the ground these sporty cars are and I had to re-learn how to get out of a sports car...you can't just slide out of the Grand Prix like you can an SUV.
Unfortunately I will have to return the car in 4 more days so I won't be giving the rental car my arm and a leg. With that in mind, I'll definitely be taking the GP out for a leisurely drive tomorrow afternoon with the windows down and the sunroof open as I explore K.C. and it's suburbs. It will be nice knowing that I'll be able to get on the interstate with all the crazy drivers in KS/MO thanks to the getup and go the Grand Prix GT has.
If you are traveling and need a fun yet reasonable rental car, you can't go wrong with the Grand Prix! Just be sure to get the GT model...or better yet, the GXP!
Also mentioned in my previous post was the fact that I arrived LATE Monday night (or was it EARLY Tuesday morning) thanks to flight delays. Once all the paperwork was filled out, I had to walk out in the middle of the night being very tired and select my car. Walking up to the first one I found, I looked it over, loaded up my luggage, and was off. It was a nice ride but I was ready to get to my room and hit the sack.
So, what did I end up getting you ask? Here it is:
In the gleaming sunlight the next morning on the way to training was a 2007 Pontiac Grand Prix GT. Leather interior, Supercharged V-6 with traction control, XM radio, Sunroof, and digital information center. Did I mention supercharged V-6? Having driven SUVs of various sizes for the last 10 some-odd years, I had forgotten how much fun it is to be behind the wheel of a vehicle that has some actual getup-and-go when it is pedal-to-the-metal. Granted, the supercharged V-6 isn't as powerful as the V-8 Mustang Cobra I drove at the drag races (once) but it did bring back some fun memories. However, I also forgot how low to the ground these sporty cars are and I had to re-learn how to get out of a sports car...you can't just slide out of the Grand Prix like you can an SUV.
Unfortunately I will have to return the car in 4 more days so I won't be giving the rental car my arm and a leg. With that in mind, I'll definitely be taking the GP out for a leisurely drive tomorrow afternoon with the windows down and the sunroof open as I explore K.C. and it's suburbs. It will be nice knowing that I'll be able to get on the interstate with all the crazy drivers in KS/MO thanks to the getup and go the Grand Prix GT has.
If you are traveling and need a fun yet reasonable rental car, you can't go wrong with the Grand Prix! Just be sure to get the GT model...or better yet, the GXP!
10.16.2007
At the mercy of Mother Nature
Yes, believe it or not, once again I am writing to the two people who read this blog that I am back in Kansas City. It seems my unnamed employer once again decided to send me back to K.C. although this trip is not for testing software. This time I'm back in school taking a course on software support. Before your eyes start to glaze over as I try to explain what I'm learning, let's say that I'm learning how to work on the "engine" of our weather display software as opposed to testing how the "car" drives. However, I almost didn't make it.
Most people I visited with said that I should drive from the Panhandle to K.C. so I could have a vehicle to visit the sites and get around town. However, I've got our annual Canadian River Run that starts the day after my class ends. SO...I decided to fly. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal but my unnamed employer switched travel companies on October 1st and I was to be the guinea pig to see how this new agency works. Well, the folks are friendly but I had to fly the unfriendly skies...American Airlines.
In the past, I have had good luck with American but my luck ran out this trip. The plan was simple: leave at 9:30 in the AM and get to K.C. by 3 in the afternoon. A leisurely schedule in my eyes. Things fell apart before I even set foot on the grounds of the airport. My flight out was canceled as mother nature conspired to shut down DFW airport for two hours which pushed the EARLIEST time I could fly out to 4 pm. The travel agency said that EVERY flight out before then on EVERY carrier (except for Southwest as it turns out) was booked and I needed to take whatever flights American could get me on. Well, after some wrangling of schedules, I was going to be making it to K.C. at 8:30 as opposed to 3 pm which isn't bad. Or so I thought.
The flight out left an hour late as American was still trying to get caught up on flights but I made it to DFW with what was supposed to be a 1.5 hour layover. That's when things fell apart. The flight out to K.C. was delayed an hour. Then two hours. And then the plane arrives to take us to K.C. only to be grounded due to mechanical problems. Never once did American give us a straight answer; it was always "Your plane is still at the maintenance hangar and will be here in 15 minutes." Well, to make a long story short: after TWELVE "15 more minutes" (in other words...THREE HOURS), American found a plane, got it to the gate, prepped it for the flight and boarded us, and then took off. When it was all said and done, I didn't arrive to K.C. until 12:45 AM and wasn't asleep until 1:30. Oh, I had to get up for my class at 7 am also.
SO, what lessons have I learned? I'm driving to K.C. in the future even if it means 10 hours on the road. American needs to learn how to use multiple airports as hubs (such as Southwest) as opposed to one BIG hub at one airport. That way if your one BIG airport has weather and is shut down for two hours, you just reroute people around the weather (which Southwest can do to some extent...but they still have problems as well).
But I made it back to K.C. I'm here for a while and will be able to go back to some favorite places and spend an extended time back at I.H.O.P. on Sunday. That is after I get done with homework and a couple of take-home exams for this class I'm attending...
Most people I visited with said that I should drive from the Panhandle to K.C. so I could have a vehicle to visit the sites and get around town. However, I've got our annual Canadian River Run that starts the day after my class ends. SO...I decided to fly. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal but my unnamed employer switched travel companies on October 1st and I was to be the guinea pig to see how this new agency works. Well, the folks are friendly but I had to fly the unfriendly skies...American Airlines.
In the past, I have had good luck with American but my luck ran out this trip. The plan was simple: leave at 9:30 in the AM and get to K.C. by 3 in the afternoon. A leisurely schedule in my eyes. Things fell apart before I even set foot on the grounds of the airport. My flight out was canceled as mother nature conspired to shut down DFW airport for two hours which pushed the EARLIEST time I could fly out to 4 pm. The travel agency said that EVERY flight out before then on EVERY carrier (except for Southwest as it turns out) was booked and I needed to take whatever flights American could get me on. Well, after some wrangling of schedules, I was going to be making it to K.C. at 8:30 as opposed to 3 pm which isn't bad. Or so I thought.
The flight out left an hour late as American was still trying to get caught up on flights but I made it to DFW with what was supposed to be a 1.5 hour layover. That's when things fell apart. The flight out to K.C. was delayed an hour. Then two hours. And then the plane arrives to take us to K.C. only to be grounded due to mechanical problems. Never once did American give us a straight answer; it was always "Your plane is still at the maintenance hangar and will be here in 15 minutes." Well, to make a long story short: after TWELVE "15 more minutes" (in other words...THREE HOURS), American found a plane, got it to the gate, prepped it for the flight and boarded us, and then took off. When it was all said and done, I didn't arrive to K.C. until 12:45 AM and wasn't asleep until 1:30. Oh, I had to get up for my class at 7 am also.
SO, what lessons have I learned? I'm driving to K.C. in the future even if it means 10 hours on the road. American needs to learn how to use multiple airports as hubs (such as Southwest) as opposed to one BIG hub at one airport. That way if your one BIG airport has weather and is shut down for two hours, you just reroute people around the weather (which Southwest can do to some extent...but they still have problems as well).
But I made it back to K.C. I'm here for a while and will be able to go back to some favorite places and spend an extended time back at I.H.O.P. on Sunday. That is after I get done with homework and a couple of take-home exams for this class I'm attending...
9.20.2007
I.H.O.P., K.C.-Style
Some folks might say that I was a bit harsh on something associated with Kansas City in my previous post...that was the B.B.Q. issue. Well, I decided to try something else that some folks associate with Kansas City, and that is I.H.O.P.
No, I'm talking about the International House of Prayer.
To save you from reading a dissertation, check this link out to get a better understanding of what IHOP is about and I'll leave you with this long post. IHOP houses a 24/7 prayer service that is come-and-go as you like, and several other things that support ministry that IHOP performs not only in K.C. but across the globe in some cases. I initially heard about IHOP while working at the Wesley Foundation after we had a mission trip group come back from K.C. Other folks had mentioned it in passing about paying a visit through the years. Then a co-worker of mine mentioned he visited IHOP while there for his daughter's gymnastics competition and a couple of friends from church mentioned they had heard amazing things about it, but had never been either. Well, since I was already in K.C., I decided Thursday would be my night to do what I want and set out to find this place called I.H.O.P.
After running an hour behind thanks to some work-related software testing that ran long, I set out for IHOP and arrived around 7 pm. It was a bit of a drive on unknown roads and an uneasy feeling of not knowing what to expect didn't help. However, I arrived only a few minutes after I wanted to and headed into the 24/7 Prayer Room. It wasn't an earth-shattering event. There wasn't a feeling of "Yeah, this is the place". It at first was like walking into any church service after worship had started. I wandered to the back of the room and found a place to stand and watch for a bit while and not be in the way.
I wish I could give you times but I deliberately decided not to look at a watch so I didn't feel rushed. The room was set up like a worship center. Chairs, a stage, T.V.'s for words, cameras, and smaller, enclosed prayer rooms for specific purposes around the periphery of the room. The worship song initially wasn't something I knew and I felt distracted. IHOP allows "free" prayer and worship; you can sit, kneel, walk, or stand and the layout is conducive for that. I wasn't accustomed to having random people walk by me whispering prayers under their breath almost continuously. After a while though, you could start to feel that the Prayer Room was something different.
Some amount of time passed by and then I started to feel amazed that there were people in that room 24/7 all praying for various things, people, causes, or whatever was on their mind and heart. I didn't want to pray for things on my mind, I wanted to pray for them - these people who are taking time out of their day to go to a specific place with a specific purpose and meet with God. There were people of every age, color, creed, and nationality. From the guy close to my age there with his 3-5 year-old son, to the middle-aged Asian lady, to the grandfather walking slowly through the aisles hunched over but still praying to Jesus, to the countless high-school or college-aged kids; these people were lifting up their minds and hearts to the Lord. They didn't mind me standing at the back watching, soaking in all that was going on around me.
The worship team had been playing songs that I didn't know and were doing a bit of intercessory prayer via the words they were singing which was a distraction to me. Somewhere at some time, the person leading worship somehow indicated that they were going to start a new song and it was quiet for a bit. You could hear the soft voices of at least 50 people praying. Then they started a worship song that I know and love and it was like a switch. I was able to start worshiping and somewhere in that song I was able to feel at peace in the room, standing in the back and leaning against the wall. For many months, I have had a really hard time being able to worship at my home church and this was the first time I could actually worship. By this I mean I could feel my heart in the worship; I wasn't just going through the motions or trying to ignore the fact that the song didn't need to be sung with harmony or exactly like it is on a C.D. The words or name to the song escape me right now but it was the perfect thing at the perfect moment for me. Unfortunately, the worship team progressed into songs I didn't know and I went back to observing, but with my eyes more open than before.
After another while longer, I felt it was time to go and I slowly headed towards the door. When I got back in my rental car, almost an hour had passed yet it didn't feel that long. This wasn't a "mountain top" experience; one of those times where I feel like I could conquer the world for Jesus when I left IHOP. There is still much processing I need to do to develop how I feel. Initially, I will say that I ended up praying more for the people in that room; for Jesus to bless them for taking time out of their day to spend it in prayer and worship. However, I'm not sure why I am not completely comfortable with telling folks IHOP is a place to go.
Having developed my relationship with Jesus within a small group structure throughout my walk might have constrained my comfort zone considerably and this is perhaps part of the problem. I would much rather spend a full 24 hour day in fellowship, worship, and prayer with my close friends as I feel that they can experience Jesus with me and relate to what/where/how I've been as opposed to experiencing Jesus with a complete group of strangers with no relationship that allows me to share my experience with them. How would you feel if a complete stranger came up and said "I've had an awesome time with Jesus at this place called IHOP. Let me share this with you" (and no, that didn't happen). I came to IHOP after hearing close friends relate or relay experiences to me that opened my heart to the possibility of going and wish that they could have been there to help me with "processing". A person who didn't have the small-group background might walk into the Prayer Room and feel overwhelmed by the presence of the Holy Spirit and instantly know that Jesus' hands are over that place.
There likely are great things taking place there, but an hour is nowhere near the amount of time I need. My heart and mind probably need to spend a full 12-hour day there to get the full experience and even more time to process it. Heck, I probably need more than one day because Jesus has his own schedule and I can't constrain that. There will be other opportunities for me to head back to IHOP as the training center for my employer is located here in K.C. I'll just need to come better prepared spiritually next time and continue to let Jesus show me what he wants me to see when I'm there.
However, I will be telling all my friends now to go and check out the International House Of Prayer so that they can determine for themselves if that is someplace Jesus is waiting to meet them.
-Weatherman
P.S. It was definitely God who pulled me out of IHOP when he did. I headed back to the Zara Rosa open-air mall to find a place for dinner. Earlier today, I ran into a former co-worker, stormchasing partner, and good friend at the training center. Well, when I was walking into the restaurant for dinner, guess who pulled right in front of me! I'm not sure if he loves Jesus or not so I didn't share my IHOP experience with him, but we did spend a good two hours enjoying getting caught up on life, sharing a good local-brew Bock, all while I enjoyed one of the best Cuban sandwiches I have had since being in Key West's Little Havana.
No, I'm talking about the International House of Prayer.
To save you from reading a dissertation, check this link out to get a better understanding of what IHOP is about and I'll leave you with this long post. IHOP houses a 24/7 prayer service that is come-and-go as you like, and several other things that support ministry that IHOP performs not only in K.C. but across the globe in some cases. I initially heard about IHOP while working at the Wesley Foundation after we had a mission trip group come back from K.C. Other folks had mentioned it in passing about paying a visit through the years. Then a co-worker of mine mentioned he visited IHOP while there for his daughter's gymnastics competition and a couple of friends from church mentioned they had heard amazing things about it, but had never been either. Well, since I was already in K.C., I decided Thursday would be my night to do what I want and set out to find this place called I.H.O.P.
After running an hour behind thanks to some work-related software testing that ran long, I set out for IHOP and arrived around 7 pm. It was a bit of a drive on unknown roads and an uneasy feeling of not knowing what to expect didn't help. However, I arrived only a few minutes after I wanted to and headed into the 24/7 Prayer Room. It wasn't an earth-shattering event. There wasn't a feeling of "Yeah, this is the place". It at first was like walking into any church service after worship had started. I wandered to the back of the room and found a place to stand and watch for a bit while and not be in the way.
I wish I could give you times but I deliberately decided not to look at a watch so I didn't feel rushed. The room was set up like a worship center. Chairs, a stage, T.V.'s for words, cameras, and smaller, enclosed prayer rooms for specific purposes around the periphery of the room. The worship song initially wasn't something I knew and I felt distracted. IHOP allows "free" prayer and worship; you can sit, kneel, walk, or stand and the layout is conducive for that. I wasn't accustomed to having random people walk by me whispering prayers under their breath almost continuously. After a while though, you could start to feel that the Prayer Room was something different.
Some amount of time passed by and then I started to feel amazed that there were people in that room 24/7 all praying for various things, people, causes, or whatever was on their mind and heart. I didn't want to pray for things on my mind, I wanted to pray for them - these people who are taking time out of their day to go to a specific place with a specific purpose and meet with God. There were people of every age, color, creed, and nationality. From the guy close to my age there with his 3-5 year-old son, to the middle-aged Asian lady, to the grandfather walking slowly through the aisles hunched over but still praying to Jesus, to the countless high-school or college-aged kids; these people were lifting up their minds and hearts to the Lord. They didn't mind me standing at the back watching, soaking in all that was going on around me.
The worship team had been playing songs that I didn't know and were doing a bit of intercessory prayer via the words they were singing which was a distraction to me. Somewhere at some time, the person leading worship somehow indicated that they were going to start a new song and it was quiet for a bit. You could hear the soft voices of at least 50 people praying. Then they started a worship song that I know and love and it was like a switch. I was able to start worshiping and somewhere in that song I was able to feel at peace in the room, standing in the back and leaning against the wall. For many months, I have had a really hard time being able to worship at my home church and this was the first time I could actually worship. By this I mean I could feel my heart in the worship; I wasn't just going through the motions or trying to ignore the fact that the song didn't need to be sung with harmony or exactly like it is on a C.D. The words or name to the song escape me right now but it was the perfect thing at the perfect moment for me. Unfortunately, the worship team progressed into songs I didn't know and I went back to observing, but with my eyes more open than before.
After another while longer, I felt it was time to go and I slowly headed towards the door. When I got back in my rental car, almost an hour had passed yet it didn't feel that long. This wasn't a "mountain top" experience; one of those times where I feel like I could conquer the world for Jesus when I left IHOP. There is still much processing I need to do to develop how I feel. Initially, I will say that I ended up praying more for the people in that room; for Jesus to bless them for taking time out of their day to spend it in prayer and worship. However, I'm not sure why I am not completely comfortable with telling folks IHOP is a place to go.
Having developed my relationship with Jesus within a small group structure throughout my walk might have constrained my comfort zone considerably and this is perhaps part of the problem. I would much rather spend a full 24 hour day in fellowship, worship, and prayer with my close friends as I feel that they can experience Jesus with me and relate to what/where/how I've been as opposed to experiencing Jesus with a complete group of strangers with no relationship that allows me to share my experience with them. How would you feel if a complete stranger came up and said "I've had an awesome time with Jesus at this place called IHOP. Let me share this with you" (and no, that didn't happen). I came to IHOP after hearing close friends relate or relay experiences to me that opened my heart to the possibility of going and wish that they could have been there to help me with "processing". A person who didn't have the small-group background might walk into the Prayer Room and feel overwhelmed by the presence of the Holy Spirit and instantly know that Jesus' hands are over that place.
There likely are great things taking place there, but an hour is nowhere near the amount of time I need. My heart and mind probably need to spend a full 12-hour day there to get the full experience and even more time to process it. Heck, I probably need more than one day because Jesus has his own schedule and I can't constrain that. There will be other opportunities for me to head back to IHOP as the training center for my employer is located here in K.C. I'll just need to come better prepared spiritually next time and continue to let Jesus show me what he wants me to see when I'm there.
However, I will be telling all my friends now to go and check out the International House Of Prayer so that they can determine for themselves if that is someplace Jesus is waiting to meet them.
-Weatherman
P.S. It was definitely God who pulled me out of IHOP when he did. I headed back to the Zara Rosa open-air mall to find a place for dinner. Earlier today, I ran into a former co-worker, stormchasing partner, and good friend at the training center. Well, when I was walking into the restaurant for dinner, guess who pulled right in front of me! I'm not sure if he loves Jesus or not so I didn't share my IHOP experience with him, but we did spend a good two hours enjoying getting caught up on life, sharing a good local-brew Bock, all while I enjoyed one of the best Cuban sandwiches I have had since being in Key West's Little Havana.
9.19.2007
K.C. Style B.B.Q.
Quick note before I head off to bed. I am officially not much of a fan of Kansas City style barbeque. For those who are "culinarily-challenged", KC-style is more of a tomato-based sauce (either from ketchup, tomato sauce, etc.) that is thick and sweet as compared to Texas-style which is also tomato-based but more tangy, saltier, and is much thinner (almost liquid), and lest I forget Memphis style which is usually pork (KC and Tejas both use beef...for good reason - it's better!) that typically cooked with a dry rub meaning no sauce at all or only after the cooking is done.
Well, I'm here in the heart of KC-style land, Kansas City itself, and after two BBQ places (one hole-in-the-wall, one chain) and I need my Texas-style BBQ. KC-style brisket is not smoked as much as Texas-style and is more of a roast which also lends to less flavor. Overall though, the sauce kills it for me. I'm not much for sweet sauces on beef and they try to add some smoke flavor into the sauce. The cuts of meat were also a bit smaller than the hefty portions you can get in Texas as well.
I don't want to get those who are on the level of The Food Network expertise mad...I'll reserve final judgment for a couple more BBQ restaurants on other trips as I might need to find that one magic spot that has the right combination of beef, flavor, and sauce.
P.S. Tonight was Irish pub night with Shepherd's Pie for dinner (Corned beef and Cabbage, and Fish and Chips were also had by friends from work), a frosty Fat Tire from the tap (they had Guinness on tap as well that came in Imperial Pint's), and Bread and Butter Pudding for dessert. Yeah...that bread and butter pudding was
O U T S T A N D I N G!
Well, I'm here in the heart of KC-style land, Kansas City itself, and after two BBQ places (one hole-in-the-wall, one chain) and I need my Texas-style BBQ. KC-style brisket is not smoked as much as Texas-style and is more of a roast which also lends to less flavor. Overall though, the sauce kills it for me. I'm not much for sweet sauces on beef and they try to add some smoke flavor into the sauce. The cuts of meat were also a bit smaller than the hefty portions you can get in Texas as well.
I don't want to get those who are on the level of The Food Network expertise mad...I'll reserve final judgment for a couple more BBQ restaurants on other trips as I might need to find that one magic spot that has the right combination of beef, flavor, and sauce.
P.S. Tonight was Irish pub night with Shepherd's Pie for dinner (Corned beef and Cabbage, and Fish and Chips were also had by friends from work), a frosty Fat Tire from the tap (they had Guinness on tap as well that came in Imperial Pint's), and Bread and Butter Pudding for dessert. Yeah...that bread and butter pudding was
O U T S T A N D I N G!
9.10.2007
Changing of the Seasons
I had the day off today thanks to my "normally" scheduled rotation and it was a day I have been anticipating for quite a while. Beside providing a chance to sleep in and get caught up on never-ending household chores, I knew a pretty significant change to the weather was going to take place. The first major cold front of the season was due to arrive.
Around 4 pm this afternoon the skies darkened, the wind started to swing around from the east to the north, a big gust came through blowing leaves through the street, and then the temperature started to fall. As in 20 degrees in 30 minutes. It was glorious! The air had that sweet clean smell of rain-washed goodness and there is an invigorating coolness that wakes one up just standing around.
Don't get me wrong, I will miss the warm weather of summer. I am a solar-powered person; I need sunshine to be in a good mood and it is hard to do that in the winter (at least here in the top o' Texas). There is also something about sitting in a chair outside in the summer with a cold glass of ice tea, smelling the scent of a freshly mowed lawn while cooling down, and soaking in the sun before going into the unnatural fluorescently lit office. Summer is also the season to drive with the top of the Jeep off and enjoy the outdoors while driving to work, church, small group, or home.
Winter brings it's own set of joys though. It NEVER ceases to amaze me that the air behind a cool front has made it all the way from the Pacific, or that the REALLY cold air made it all the way down here from the Arctic. The Pacific, Canadian, or Arctic cold front is an amazing creation that brings us an airmass from locations thousands of miles away. Cooler weather also brings out a deep blue in the sky that is typically only seen in the mountains at altitude. Don't forget the sweet smoky smell of oak, mesquite, cedar, or elm that floats through the air as people get the fire places fired up. I also enjoy whenever we see snowfall which was a rarity down in the Metromess (but only if I'm not working...forecasting snow around these parts is H A R D). Just as the grass turning green in the spring implies baseball is just around the corner, falling temperatures and cooler air means college football and NHL hockey is around the corner. And last but not least: Snow Skiing.
It might be a bit premature, but adios summer and hello fall.
Around 4 pm this afternoon the skies darkened, the wind started to swing around from the east to the north, a big gust came through blowing leaves through the street, and then the temperature started to fall. As in 20 degrees in 30 minutes. It was glorious! The air had that sweet clean smell of rain-washed goodness and there is an invigorating coolness that wakes one up just standing around.
Don't get me wrong, I will miss the warm weather of summer. I am a solar-powered person; I need sunshine to be in a good mood and it is hard to do that in the winter (at least here in the top o' Texas). There is also something about sitting in a chair outside in the summer with a cold glass of ice tea, smelling the scent of a freshly mowed lawn while cooling down, and soaking in the sun before going into the unnatural fluorescently lit office. Summer is also the season to drive with the top of the Jeep off and enjoy the outdoors while driving to work, church, small group, or home.
Winter brings it's own set of joys though. It NEVER ceases to amaze me that the air behind a cool front has made it all the way from the Pacific, or that the REALLY cold air made it all the way down here from the Arctic. The Pacific, Canadian, or Arctic cold front is an amazing creation that brings us an airmass from locations thousands of miles away. Cooler weather also brings out a deep blue in the sky that is typically only seen in the mountains at altitude. Don't forget the sweet smoky smell of oak, mesquite, cedar, or elm that floats through the air as people get the fire places fired up. I also enjoy whenever we see snowfall which was a rarity down in the Metromess (but only if I'm not working...forecasting snow around these parts is H A R D). Just as the grass turning green in the spring implies baseball is just around the corner, falling temperatures and cooler air means college football and NHL hockey is around the corner. And last but not least: Snow Skiing.
It might be a bit premature, but adios summer and hello fall.
9.04.2007
Back to the Grind
I leave you with two photographs from my trip home this weekend:
Canon Digital Rebel XT, ISO 100, AE/AF
The grass was the greenest I've ever seen it AND about knee-high at times!
Canon Digital Rebel XT, ISO 100, AE/AF
The grass was the greenest I've ever seen it AND about knee-high at times!
Canon Digital Rebel XT, ISO 100 AE/Manual Focus
Sunset over the stock pond, the most water it has seen in a LONG time...
Back to the grind of work...
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