Near and Far Faith

We've officially gone too long without car trouble. You see, car trouble has been a Hibbs household staple for many years - we've learned a lot about repairs, AAA, and the reason that Hyundai's have such good warranties.

Tonight I was on my way to worship practice and there's a portion of the road that floods a bit when it rains. Well, it was POURING. I tip toed up to that spot in the road in picturesque Freemansburg (which I now know thanks to a lovely gentleman at the towing dispatch center is in fact part of the Main St. extension and not main street - I've just taken over apart of your brain with useless info!) and watched another car off similar stature traverse the flooded area without a problem. Not to be out done, I figured I'd do it with a little gumption (reasoning of course that it was so I'd not get stuck). Bad idea. I stalled. No, not in the 16" deep water, just right on the other side. I said it was pouring, right?

Here's the cool part (at least to me), some students stopped to help me push. They were barely 16 or so and were quick to help. It was a bright spot in my day.

My personal slave came to rescue (I hope Justin knows how truly invaluable he is to Carpenter's and Ignite and how "slave" is a very loving term) and we pushed to car to a safe spot. I returned later with Steven to try some fixes - mainly pulling the spark plugs to try to blow out some of the water. To my severe dismay (I know enough about engines to be dismayed) one of the plugs was coated with oil. Oil good. Spark plugs good. Oil on spark plugs BAD. Oil's supposed to stay in the lower part of the engine while the sparks plugs are at home above (draw your own spiritual reference HERE).

All that to say... I don't know. I hope the fix is as easy as the AAA tow truck driver said, but I dropped it at the service center I use without being able to let them know as it was 11pm. I feel a bit awkward about that, by the way. Kind of like "hey, I'm coming over, OK?", as opposed to "Can I come over?". They're good guys there and I'm hopeful that they can repair the Neon (I know, you were expecting the pastoral '84 Skylark. NO no no - I am well taken care of. Seriously it's the nicest car we've ever owned).

I'm sure God teaching us faith and reliance again. We'll learn it again. I'll keep you updated on His progress.

Ok so I'm a hairy ogre. Well, maybe just hairy - ogre's are rather large in size and quality, and I'm just a little guy (but with a big heart). 72 hours after Bic-ing - this is what I get. I loved the sensation of a smooth skull but it lasted only about 12 hours. After that, I could sand down a decent-sized oak table. See, it's rather sharp - my hair. They don't tell you that putting on a shirt gets harder due the the Velcro like material now atop your head. So I won't be doing that regularly. I won't say never - I've learned that ones with my personality should not say never - we get bored too quickly and never seems interesting again. However, if I did decide to make it my regular do (I do long for my hawk back), Tally sent me this interesting web site for "Headblade". For $15 you can own this radical, wheel-toting gadget designed to make shaving head "Headblading" rather than Bic-ing. Well... it's cheaper than the Mach 3! And I've gotten more comments on this post than any in a while... what should I cut next? The tattoo is coming as soon as I have the cash. I'm sure pastors-with-tattoos anonymous will come to my aid.

Anyway... we're rolling out part 2 of Chase the Lion tonight for Ignite at which we'll be showing our interview with Bob Matyus. Bob lives across the street from Carpenter's and has a large collection of dead things. I can't come remotely close to doing it justice - with either "large" or "dead". We'll post the video to my you tube site tonight and you can check it out there.

Ok, so I haven't blogged in like 3 weeks so this should probably be something deep... nope. I've been shaving my head for a few months now. By shaving I mean the lowest setting on the clippers with no attachment. It's a great feeling. I mean, I love my hair and as soon as Tate has the resources we'll sport matching faux-hawks, but to never have to worry about how your hair looks is a nifty treat. I have a friend who bics his and I've always wanted to ("bic" translation: with a razor typically used on your face. Derived from the cheap disposable razors by "Bic") do the same. This morning in a random, wasn't-planning-on-doing-this-quite-yet sort of what the heck moment, I took the plunge. Now I love Tim -he smeared me on the greens yesterday by like 10 shots- my bic-ing friend, but yesterday on the course when I asked for any advise in my future prospective smoothness endeavor, he simply said "Mach 3". Now I use the M3 (recently I upgraded to the turbo so I could spend 20 bucks on replacement razors) so that base was covered. What Tim should have pointed out, and what I am delivering to you all listening free of charge, is that gravity forces the shaving cream into your eyes and that burns a bit. Trying to get a smooth skull can be seriously compromised by a lack of sight. So make a note.

I like it though - the smoothness, not the retinal burning. You've never felt that sensation in that area. It may look weird (Cher actually used the word snake), but you've got to try it at least once. Don't let what people think keep you from an entertaining life full of potency.

This is the best picture of my son Tate thus far in our never ending digital picture rampage. It embodies all my fear of being caught doing... something. Thus my title: Oh Crap.