Beat to Death Like a Dog

So, I think it's time that I break my steely silence and let you people into my summer world. It can be easily summed up in one word: hot. No, not like the kids use it to describe good music (etc.) but like the amigos would call, calor. That is Spanish for hot, like a hot day in the sun. Indeed, I am once again on the payroll of PESI, which is my cousin's landscape company. Each day I am constantly reminded of being a kid in day camp. I get sweaty and dirty and eat lunch out of a cooler under a shade tree. What is new since day camp is the sounds of broken Spanish and English between myself and the 4 amigos and the muscle strains and aches. In the words of the metal band, Rhinobucket, I feel "beat to death like a dog" by the end of most days.
Now, I know what your thinking, here's this guy that's supposed to be in urban missions, and while his wife is quoting scripture in every post, he's talking about Mexicans and quoting disgusting metal bands. Well, my friend, I do have some scripture for you, and it is a verse that I think about many days. In the book of I Thessalonians, Paul is writing to the church in Thessalonica to emplore them to keep the faith, and to continue to live lives worthy of the Risen Savior. In chapter 4 verse 11 and 12 he reminds them to "work with your hands, as we instructed you so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one." It seems that in the ancient Greek world, it had become less than fashionable to actually get dirt under your fingernails and do things yourself. Doesn't that sound a little familiar? It seems that we in this country are becoming more and more dependent on others, maybe people that we wouldn't normally be comfortable looking in the eye, to help us survive. Paul was telling the Thessalonians and us to not forget the positives of being blue collar! Well, I for one haven't and I say "Rock on Paul and rock on Rhinobucket."

Yardman out...