Well friends, I have made the leap back to blogger. Check out my newest post at:
franloch.blogspot.com
Am I Fickle? March 16, 2008
I truly can’t decide if I should switch back to my blogspot account or continue on with wordpress… what to do?
My son – the Guitar Hero February 20, 2008
I know that I have said that I mainly want to use this blog to talk about my faith and my thoughts, but I just have to tell the world this story. Tonight we had a couple of the boys from our youth group come over and they brought with them the game RockBand. For those who don’t know what that is, it’s like GuitarHero, but it also has a bass guitar, drums and a microphone (in fact I just did a rendition of Bon Jovi’s “Dead or Alive” and got 91% right). For those of you who don’t know what GuitarHero is, you need to enter the new millenium (or look it up on Google or something).
Back to my story: Finnan plays air guitar on his belly all the time because that’s what Jon does every time he hears a song he likes. So when the boys started playing this evening he was getting right into it with them having a blast. Then I went and found his Elmo guitar (it’s a little guitar that used to make noise before we took the batteries out) and it’s a lot like the guitars used in the game and it made Finn’s rocking out that much more hard core. He played with the boys for about an hour and then it was bed time. He actually wasn’t all that upset about going up and brushing his teeth, but after I changed his bum, I took the guitar away and that was the end of the world. Low and behold, tonight my son is sleeping with his teddy, Kezwick, and his Elmo guitar. Oh boy! What a cutie! This is certainly one night that I won’t forget and will probably tell Finnan’s girlfriends! 
I’m at a loss for words… January 17, 2008
I feel like I should post something here and yet I really have nothing coming to my mind that would make any kind of sense to anyone but me… check back in about a week, maybe then it will all make sense in my brain and I’ll be able to put it down here…
What’s the deal with Santa Claus? He’s creeping me out! December 22, 2007
So here’s how it works: A sleigh, pulled by flying reindeer (one of which had a red light-emitting nose), lands on your roof. An obese, pipe-smoking old man with way too much facial hair climbs out. He’s wearing a fur-lined velvet suit – a pimptastic red velvet suit, mind you, with a matching hat – and he’s lugging around a big sack. He makes sure you’re asleep and then sneaks into your house. Supposedly having kept track of your behaviour over the past year, he rewards you by depositing gifts into oversized socks. Then he heads to the next house, the next city, the next province, the next country and does the same thing for every child in the world. Over a period of 24 hours. And everyone’s pretty much cool with the whole scenario.
I, on the other hand, have come to the conclusion that Santa must be the Boogyman.
However, my real issue is the fact that Santa and Jesus have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with one another. I think that maybe, when Finn’s a little bigger, we’ll celebrate Jesus’ birth at a different time of year that hasn’t been corrupted by an OBESE PIMPTASTIC BOOGYMAN IN A RED VELVET SUIT!
Today is one of those days December 14, 2007
Since we’ve been living in Oxford, there have been a few (or more than a few) times that I’ve just had this overwhelming urge to go to Ontario. There are days when it’s really hard to remember that we’re living here because this is where God has called us. Sometimes I’m just really selfish and I want to go home. Today is one of those days.
To tell you the truth, it really blows my mind how much I love my family in Ontario, and how much I long to be with them, especially since having Finnan. I get jealous when I hear about my parents and my brother and his family spending time together. I get jealous when all of my extended family get together for different holidays and I can’t be there with them. I’m sad that many of my Aunts, Uncles and cousins have yet to meet my son and he’s already 1 year old. I have fears that my son will be afraid of our families because he doesn’t know them well.
Sometimes following God can be really hard for my heart… and yet, I do know with everything that I am, that this is where we’re meant to be right now. It just hurts a little…
Argh… LAZY! December 12, 2007
So, here’s the issue at hand… I don’t read my Bible enough. You know how it is suggested that you have a daily devotional every day… that does not happen in my life. Nor has it ever. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I haven’t tried, and in fact even been successful for periods of time, but that’s about it. But then again it’s the same with every other thing in my life… I do the dishes everyday, for a period of time, then they build up on me and I get overwhelmed and I don’t want to do them ever again. I do laundry at least once a week, for a period of time, and then it builds up on me and I get overwhelmed and I don’t want to do it ever again. I keep my entire house clean (minus toys) for a period of time, but then it somehow builds up to a gigantic heaping mess and I decide that I will never really be able to get it all clean. I can eat healthy for a period of time, but then it takes too much work and I give in to eating crap again… etc, etc, etc… and so on it goes…
Here’s the kicker: it all stems from LAZINESS. So now that I know the origin of the problem, what the freak am I supposed to do? I don’t know. Because every time I try, I’m successful for only A PERIOD OF TIME!
Jon preached a message a while back and I think that it applies here. The gist of it is this: resisting temptation (like laziness, in this example) is like weight lifting. If you picture a person lifting weights, there are only so many reps that a person can do, and then ultimately, the weights win and the person fails. And yet we don’t normally view it that way. We instead say, the weight lifter is now stronger and can probably do more reps the next time. So rather then feeling like each time you give into a temptation as a failure, if you see it as lasting so much longer then the last time, and having gained strength to last longer the next time, it’s much more positive.
I guess I’m preaching to myself… here’s hoping the message has sunk in this time…
Okay… BLAHHHHHHHHHHHH! November 28, 2007
What does it mean to be a Christian? Does it mean that I have to hate Halloween, and make sure that my kid never believes in Santa, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy? Does it mean that I have to go to church every Sunday and make sure that I look spiffy enough? Does it mean that I have to dislike people who don’t believe the same things as me? Does it mean that I have to look down on others as “the lost” and feel bad for their lostness and do nothing about it?
The best compliment that I have ever received in my life was when a couple of my co-workers told me that I was nothing like what they thought Christians were like. I DO NOT want to be that retarded stereotypical Christian person. First and foremost I want to be a person, then on top of that have my faith not define me, but direct me. I want to be accepting of other people and not dislike or choose not to be friends with someone just because they don’t believe the same things as me.
My choice is to believe in one Creator God. This satisfies me because I can’t imagine living this life believing that there was no greater being in some semblance of control… I do in fact believe in Jesus, and that he was God’s son. After having my own son it is both harder and easier to believe that God would make such a sacrifice.
It is my choice that I don’t generally swear (except, seriously, I don’t think “ass” is a swear word), it is also my choice however to not care that other people swear… I mean, really, what’s that going to do for me? Other people swearing is not my problem…
I have no idea what I’m rambling about out here, I think that I’m just trying to get some perspective… ultimately, I want to go deeper into what do I believe and why do I believe it? If you have comments, go for it, but really, this post is mostly just rambling (obviously).
Welcome to WordPress November 21, 2007
Welcome to my new blog! Hope that you like it. There will still be info about Finn, but I’m hoping to use this page to find out who I really am, hence the title.
