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***WARNING***Today’s blog is random!!!!!!

BTW - Wouldn’t the title of this post be either a great band name or an album title?

As a pastor - but not a real one, I just play one on TV - I realize that I am expected to act, speak and appear a certain way…and I pretty much fail in every one of those areas.

Met a new family at Grace last week, wonderful family, very friendly. As I am giving them the 50 cent tour of Grace, I look at their oldest and say - “what grade you in? 10th?”

No, 9th - but the 10th comment makes him feel cool so that is good. The dad says - “So you volunteer in the youth here?”

No - I get paid. I’m actually the student pastor.

Oh.

How much white space in a blog constitues a long pause??

You know, I never thought an earring or facial hair was that big of deal. It could of been my Ron Jon T-shirt…or was I wearing my Memphis Hard Rock Tee? Love All, Serve All, baby. That’s my motto.

It’s not a big deal - the long pauses - but it’s funny. And I’m sure in the South it’s a strange church that has a former bar band guy as their worship leader, a rebel with a cause as their student pastor. We all just a bunch of loved misfits.

On the other hand - stupid people, particularly those working in the Little Rock Public School System, are not just an annoyance to our world but they are consuming precious oxygen.

Coop threw up at school today. We get a call - come get him. I get there - the school secretary is filling out a pass for a kid and says wait. I’m slightly annoyed but figure if there is no ambulance or EMT crew - Coop can make it another 2 minutes.

I tell who I am, who my kid is. She leaves, she comes back. He’s not sick sir. Yes, he is.

Well he isn’t with the nurse.

Great - I get a call saying my kids is throwing up and the nurse doesn’t know about it.

I finally got Coop - he was with his teacher - but the whole thing angered me because the secretary had this aura of “If I don’t know about it, it doesn’t exist.” She also insisted that I filled out the paperwork correctly to get Coop out of school.

I didn’t. On purpose. I put my name where Cooper’s name should be, I put daughter as my relationship to Coop and Dominoes Pizza’s number as our home phone. Okay, I didn’t put the Dominioes number down, but I did the rest.

I am glad we have anal retentive, up tight people in the world. Let them do our paychecks, taxes, and bridge designs. But get ‘em out of the elementary schools…