As a child of the 80’s and 90’s I was introduced to a fairly new concept while in elementary school.
I’m pretty sure the idea of recycling had been around for a while; heck, I vaguely remember taking aluminum cans to some place and getting money for them.
I remember special school assemblies where they would teach us the value of recycling.
Recycle Rex taught us to be mindful of our resources and do our best to recycle the things we could.
At my sixth grade camp after each meal they would have all the campers and the chaperons (thanks for coming along dad) chant this simple refrain, “ZERO… Waste! ZERO Waste! ZERO Waste!”
We yelled it together while making an O above our heads then quickly putting our hands on our waist. Clever huh?
I hate push notifications.
You know what they are right?
Push notifications are those alerts, indicator lights, bubbles and sounds your phone displays to tell you something is happening somewhere and you might want to know about it.
Sorry that was my definition, here is a real official definition:
Push notification, also called server push notification, is the delivery of information from a software application to a computing device without a specific request from the client.
For instance, someone comments on your amazing picture of what you’re having for lunch that you posted on Facebook.
Then it’s “ALERT, bing-bong, buzz-buzz, banner message, indicator bubble…”
Grandma has commented on your status.
I don’t like them in essence because I feel like push notifications are just flat out pushy.
It was a rough weekend.
From Friday’s horrific events in Paris to the lesser known but equally appalling events in Beirut and Baghdad; words fail when trying to make sense of it all.
Bloodshed. Lives destroyed. Families left to mourn.
Sometimes it all seems hopeless. Like it will never get better.
Then comes Sunday in the local church.
What are we to do when people come to church unsettled and searching for answers?
We watch the news and wonder if God is watching too.
Ever go through those times in life when nothing seems to be going right?
You miss every yellowish / red light.
The bus pulls away from the stop as you’re hustling towards it.
There’s a pop quiz the one day you forgot to do the required reading.
There’s enough in this check to pay most, but not all of the bills.
You’re passed up for the promotion. Again.
A couple weeks ago I had a fun opportunity to spend Sunday with our elementary-aged kid’s ministry for their services, which run during our main services at 9:30, 11 & 5.
Kid’s Life is a place for 2nd through 6th grade students to laugh, play, and worship. Kid’s Life mission is to make their service, “the best hour of every kid’s week.”
Every week in kid’s church students have an opportunity to make Jesus their “forever friend.”
These kids are tons of fun.