The things they do with rope these days.

Unique Wedding March

THIS is what it's all about!

Beautiful

"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things." Philippians 4:8

Walk this way...

This short post is meant to be a gateway for the raging masses and adoring fans of Curtville, who, sadly, don't know where to find one of the most greatest preachers and Bible scholars in the world today.

People...may I introduce Pastor John MacArthur. Check out his ministries website www.gtycanada.org. I particularly like watching his TV episodes and listening to his sermons. His books are "pretty okay to!" - Mr Miyagi (if you have to ask who Mr Miyagi is may I suggest renting The Karate Kid). The Lord Jesus has, without a doubt, used this man (John MacArthur, not Mr Miyagi) in my life.

Enjoy the site y'all.

The 'net in the Deck

Here I sit. Madly typing away. I'm not typing quickly or in a fast way when I say "madly". I'm typing and I'm mad. Why? Because things in my little world are not how I want them to be. This is the kind of person I am - the reactor. I react to pretty much everything. So, what is the latest thing attracting my ire? The internet!

Out here in the outback know as Waldeck I have "high speed" internet. Of the many things I knew would change when we moved here from Calgary I thought the internet was not one of them. I have suddenly noticed within the last two weeks how crappy my internet connection has become. You see, I am a gamer. I love computer games! I am into one right now, Call of Duty 4, that I play online. Well I have been noticing lately that whenever I try to play I am not able to get onto a server because I have a high ping rate. When I say "high", that's exactly what it is. I surfed the net to get some answers about this and other gamers say their high ping rate is in the 150 to 200 zone. Well, that's my normal ping rate. My high has been 2500 to 3000, but mostly in the 1700 to 2300 range. What does this mean for poor ol' Curt? No winding down at night in my man cave destroying evil foes and bad guys. Why is this so? I pay for "high speed". Should I not get what I pay for? Are there different "high speeds"? Who determines what is high speed? Is there a range? I had high speed in Calgary and it was a rare exception that I could not get onto a game server to play. Out in Waldeck, forget about it!

So, this little tragedy plays out, and I am its mad victim. I don't mean that I'm going mad, I mean...you know!

*sigh*

The mirror

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? I mean REALLY looked? What do you see? Every single day I view a figure. Blue eyes, stubble of hair on my head and chin, a little bit of a crooked nose from a little "incident" in Grade 9, a little bit of a tire around the waist. It's all in passing though. Brief moments in the morning and at work in the bathroom. Fleeting. The mirror just reflects an image but doesn't get to the heart of that image - the "who" of it.

Who am I? Am I what I do? Am I a group I'm associated with? Am I the letters after my name (Okay, I know. I have no letters after my name. Gimme a break!) I have started to question this today. Why? It's because of my rampant sin. Weird, eh? I have discovered that I find it very easy to measure myself against other people - and I always come out on top. I see their garbage, their attitudes, their life and I measure it against mine. Of course, theirs is All bad (okay, I'm a nice guy so I sometimes give them little charities here and there in my assessment) and mine is all good (okay, I'm not ALL good so sometimes I back off on my greatness...just a little). It is in the times of being confronted with my sin, when I see what I do and how I go about doing it, that I realize what a tremendous hypocrite that I am. I can't even bring myself comfort by telling myself that others are this way as well because I see the lie in that - I'm still measuring myself by others. I realize how much (and I don't think I really realize HOW much) I have offended God and His Son, Jesus Christ, who bought me with his Life. When I measure myself against Him, I'm hooped! AND, it seems the only time I do a serious measure of myself against Him is when I am face to face with my sin.

I am me. I KNOW I am no better than anyone else, although right now I feel I am worse than everyone else. Inwardly so pious and all-knowing and then to have to see that I'm not, that I'm worse than the people I've measured myself against. I find in these moments that I am like the tax collector who could not even LOOK towards heaven but beat his chest saying, "Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner!" I'm no longer that Pharisee who looks down on the sinner and tsk tsk's at how bad he is.

I am the sinner that I look down on.