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This story is about someone you’ve heard of…

In a supermarket, Kurtis the stock boy, was busily working when a new voice
came over the loud speaker asking for a carry out at register 4.  Kurtis was
almost finished, and wanted to get some fresh air, and decided to answer the
call. As he approached the check-out stand a distant smile caught his eye, the
new check-out girl was beautiful. She was an older woman (maybe 26, and he
was only 22) and he fell in love.

Later that day, after his shift was over, he waited by the punch clock to find
out her name. She came into the break room, smiled  softly at him, took her card
and punched out, then left.  He looked at her card, BRENDA.  He walked out only to
see her start walking up the road.  Next day, he waited outside as she left the supermarket,
and offered her a ride home. He looked harmless enough, and she accepted. When he
dropped her off, he asked if maybe he could see her again, outside of work.  She simply
said it wasn’t possible.  He pressed and she explained she had two children and she couldn’t afford a
baby-sitter, so he offered to pay for the baby-sitter  Reluctantly she accepted
his offer for a date for the following Saturday.  That Saturday night he arrived
at her door only to have her tell him that she was unable to go with him. The
baby-sitter had called and canceled. To which Kurtis simply said, “Well,
let’s take the kids with us.”

She tried to explain that taking the children was not an option, but again not
taking no for an answer, he pressed.  Finally Brenda, brought him inside to meet
her children.  She had an older daughter who was just as cute as a bug, Kurtis
thought, then Brenda brought out her son, in a wheelchair.  He was born a
paraplegic with Down Syndrome.

Kurtis asked Brenda, “I still don’t understand why the kids can’t
come with us?”  Brenda was amazed. Most men would run away from a woman
with two kids, especially if one had disabilities – just like her first husband
and father of her children had done.  Kurtis was not ordinary – - – he had a
different mindset.

That evening Kurtis and Brenda loaded up the kids, went to dinner and the
movies. When her son needed anything Kurtis would take care of him.  When he
needed to use the restroom, he picked him up out of his wheelchair, took him and
brought him back.  The kids loved Kurtis.  At the end of the evening, Brenda
knew this was the man she was going to marry and spend the rest of her life
with.  A year later, they were married and Kurtis adopted both of her children.
Since then they have added two more kids.

So what happened to Kurtis the stock boy and Brenda the check-out girl?  Well,
Mr. & Mrs. Kurt Warner now live in Arizona , where he is currently employed
as the quarterback of the National Football League Arizona Cardinals and has his
Cardinals in the hunt for a possible appearance in the Super Bowl.  Is this a
surprise ending or could you have guessed that he was not an ordinary person.

It should be noted that he also quarterbacked the Rams in Super Bowl XXXVI.
He has also been the NLF’s Most Valuable Player twice and the Super Bowl’s Most Valuable Player.


Today at church our minister mentioned that when Kurt, his wife and 7 children go out to eat he
has one of his children pick out a family eating at the restaurant. Kurt then tells the wait staff he is
picking up the tab for that family’s dinner anonymously. He remembers the days he was working nights
in the grocery store and feeding his family on food stamps.

Interesting article from one of our neighbors to the North.

Tribute To The United States
From a Canadian newspaper
America: The Good Neighbor
Widespread but only partial news coverage was given recently to a remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator.  What follows is the text of his trenchant remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:
“This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth.  Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions on debts..  None of these countries is, today, paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States.
When the Franc was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris.  I was there.  I saw it.
When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help.  This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes.  Nobody helped.  The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries.  Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, warmongering Americans.
I’d like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the united States dollar build its own airplane.  Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC 10?  If so, why don’t they fly them?  Why do all the international lines except Russia fly American planes?
Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man on woman on the moon?  You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios.  You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles.  You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon – not once, but several times – and safely home again.
You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at.  Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded.  They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting AmericanDollars form ma and pa at home to spend here.
When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them.  When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose.  Both are still broke.
I can name you 5000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble.  Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble?  I don’t think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.  Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I’m one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around.  They will come out of this thing with their flag high.  And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles.  I hope Canada is not one of those.”
Stand proud, Americans

This time for a church retreat for our simple church network, Ancient
Paths Church Network

From a 10 mo old African American baby to a 65 year old Native
American woman, with yuppie Caucasians like me in between, it was a
celebration of the unity from diversity in God’s family

Posted by brianrants at 1:29 am

Walking around the (incredibly busy) Cherry Creek mall, I'm struck by
a dissonanace in the American views of beauty and physical health.

On the one hand we are the heaviest nation in the world. As Dr. Oz on
Oprah discussed, the generation of children today is predicted to be
the first in our history to have a shorter lifespan than their

As a nation we are dangerously overweight, consuming foods that could
best be described as sh*#. Over processed, sodium laden, high fructose
corn syrup infused crap. Like our addiction to instant gratification,
we like foods which give an immediate rush. Overtime, that leads to
HBP, diabetes, and more

On the other hand we have uber-skinny models. The .5% skiiniest women
in America all seem to have made their way to New York's runways. It
is wonderful if a woman has a small frame for her to be thin, but that
is not the only kind of beautiful.

What a dissonance…there is much confusion I our society about what
beauty is, this is just one example on my mind…

Brian Rants

"Love never fails."
St. Paul
1 Cor 13

Posted by brianrants at 5:22 am

As I entered the line at the Target checkout counter, I finally put my finger on what is most disturbing about the visual assault of too-perfect scantily clad women popping out from magazine covers.

These magazine show women with flawless figures, glistening with spray on their bared chests, shimmering hair floating from the fans turned up at them, full lips pursed, eyes seductively turned, inviting the wanting stares of passerbys. Surrounding their tiny waists and shapely hips are “Sex tips,” “Instant Sexiness,” “The best sex you’ve ever had,” distracting us from our mundane existence with the exotic and erotic.

Now let me pause to mention that the female body is the most beautiful of God’s creation, with no challenger that is remotely close. And the celebration of that in a respectful way is a beautiful thing.

But the only thing these magazines celebrate is the unholy god of our culture’s sexual lust. A base sexuality, one that uses and discards like an empty pizza box. One that celebrates a woman’s body parts at the expense of her self-esteem, at the cost of her soul.

I do not place blame on them as if they are inherently evil, and we are passive recepients to the message. Rather I see a nation who does not see the components of a healthy psyche. The cost, I fear, is a generation of young girls who increasingly turn to destructive patterns such as eating disorders in a desparate attempt to achieve an unreachable image.

Each of them, to me, is a shrine to an unholy god.