Author: Jonathan Blundell

I'm a husband, father of three, blogger, podcaster, author and media geek who is hoping to live a simple life and follow The Way.

Mr Penguin comes for a visit

Driving home Tuesday night, I looked down the road and was sure there was a small penguin standing in the road.
No I hadn’t been drinking and I don’t think it was a Billy Maddison Flashback, but I was certain I was about to run over a small penguin, a block from my house, on the second night of a Texas August.
But as I drove closer to the penguin, my eyes cleared and Mr. Penguin spotted me as well. It plopped back down on all fours and the black and white cat, skitted off across my neighbors lawn.
Mr Penguin reminded me of how easily deceived we can be sometimes. We trust clients, friends or family members, when they know all along they’re not being upfront and honest with us.
Many times we put our trust in men of God, only to discover they’re actually men of gods.
But why should we be surprised? Scripture tells us that Satan is the king of deception. He will use people and everything he can to deceive us.
He’ll even do his best to tell you, “You’re not good enough. God doesn’t want you. You’re full of sin and mistakes and failures. You’ll never measure up. God can’t use you and doesn’t want anything to do with you.”
But scripture also reminds us that God doesn’t care about what we’ve done in the past. God cares about today and the present. He cares about right now. What are you doing right now to get yourself on the right track.
Because when you ask, He forgives and forgets what you did instantly. He doesn’t write your mistakes down, He erases His records and puts them down at the deepest point of the sea, and moves them as far away as the East is from the West.
I was reminded this Sunday of God’s faithfulness to the Israelites, even after they forgot their commitment with Him.
Joshua 10 tells the story of how despite the Isrealites lack of commitment, God stopped the earth from spinning to keep His commitment to them.
“Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.”

Xanga is Spanish for…

I think I’ve finally figured out what Xanga means. It’s Spanish for “Why I stopped myself from jumping off the bridge” – or something like that.
All but one Xanga site I’ve read in the last few days is depressing as heck.
I don’t know what it is. But man – depressing. Every talks about how their life sucks, is lame and pathetic so on and so on.
Maybe I’m reading the wrong ones, but please, someone with a happy Xanga point me in your direction. Give me some hope.
Is my generation doomed to gloom and writing about it on Xanga? I feel like I’m listening to an Avril Lavigne record played over and over again in my head, while someone scratches their nails down a chalkboard or rubs styrophoam against itself.
Help us all.
Post Script: Boy – that was one depressing post. Maybe I should move my blog to Xanga.

I’m a freakin genius

I’m a freakin genius.
In high school I took an art class and we had to design a package and make a commercial for the product.
I designed a box, approximately 6″x6″x6″ with a speaker in the side, a play control and a disk drive to insert the music into and play.
It was called a Digi-Cube.
Now look what Wal-Mart’s selling for $99
DANG!
Granted there’s is a little smaller and I’m sure it uses new USB technology and not 3.5″ disks – but dang. If only I pursued it.
I wonder if Steve Jobs saw my commercial somehow.
I also used to try and sell singles for my band, All Natural on 3.5″ disks. They were in low quality WAV files, before MP3’s were big. And my band thought I was a nut. Granted we only sold 3, but people thought they were cool. I wonder if I can find them somewhere?
Maybe they’re in the stack of disks I found in my office the other day.