The Rodeo

I got woken up at 10:45 last night by the sound of someone screaming my name from the other end of the house. Matty could hardly breathe and so we ended up rushing down to the hospital to get him sorted out.

By the time we were 5 minutes down the road, his breathing was much better, but still a bit wheezy. We debated turning around, but figured we may as well take him to the hospital and just make sure everything was OK.

Turns out he has croup, and the doctor said it was a good thing we brought him in. After a quick dose of steroids, we brought him back home. Tucked into bed at 2:30am. And back out at 6:15… ah well, he seems happy enough now.

It’s a bit awe-inspiring how a disease considered a killer not so long ago is now just a minor irritation, that can be sorted out with a quick swig of a clear liquid.

Many thanks to God for letting our kids have access to such healthcare.

RodeoClown: tired.

Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) writes a song.
Johnny Cash covers it.
Reznor says “I haven’t listened to my version since then.”

Cash’s version is pretty awesome. I think it’s the video that makes it.
By changing the tone just a little, he turns it from a song about heroin addiction to a song about the whole of life.

It’s a little depressing. But that’s not a bad thing.

RodeoClown: also hurt. But different.

When I say ‘God‘, I don’t mean a nameless, impersonal ‘god’, or ‘the force’, or ‘the universe’, or ‘mother nature’, or Allah, or Krishna, or anything or anyone else that is worshipped by men.

When I say ‘God‘, I am referring to Yahweh, the God of the Bible, the father of Jesus, the creator and sustainer of everything that is. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. The God who sent his son to die in my place.

When I say ‘God‘, that is who I am talking about.

“I am Yahweh; that is my name!”

- Yahweh, [Isaiah 42:8a]

RodeoClown: clearing things up.