TREVOR'S WRITING

(especially your off arm) Tie shoes Put on socks Get your keys out of your right hand pocket Light matches Type Put peanut butter on toast Chop vegetables Wash dishes Carry anything large, like a laundry basket Open pill bottles Preach (a small music stand, a large Bible and a fan blowing papers around all become huge factors) Dress a two year old Change a two year old's crappy diaper I was able to accomplish all of the above at least once. Cut meat (my friend Colin did this for me once at a restaurant - we got some interesting looks) Grind pepper Hold a new born baby Shake hands properly I was unable to accomplish any of the above.

I have been absent from posting for a few weeks mostly for one reason. I broke my hand. I know, I know it is possible to type with one hand...but I found it incredibly frustrating to do so, I can't stand hunting and pecking! Especially with my left hand. How did I injure my hand? I am glad you asked, since I have only told the story about 1000 times in the last two weeks, so you are lucky number 1001. I was in Pinawa at some natural waterslides close to the old Pinawa Dam(n!). I was there with a bunch of youth leaders as part of a leadership retreat that we were doing. We were having a great time going down the rapids on the (relatively?!) smooth rocks for about 45 minutes. My friend Jason and I decided that it would be a great idea to go down on a tube, together. My friend Matt held the tube for us as we got on and released us down the rapids (I mention names here because there is a pending lawsuit, and I am still not sure who is at fault...Jason for rolling off the tube

Folklorama is an event in Winnipeg where you will come to learn that there are basically four parts to a culture - music, food, alcohol and dancing. There could be a little more to culture then that, but since I have now been indoctrinated into Folklorama-ism, that is what I have now come to believe. The last couple of days I have been attending with Nicky and then with Owen and Hannah last night. It is a great festival where countries or cultures put on a show in various pavilions around Winnipeg. Each evening, you could go to 3 different pavilions and take in their culture for an hour. If I were to label myself a specific culture, I would call myself a Mennonite - of course my Dad would say that Mennonite is "not a culture, it is a denomination." Anyway, in the Mennonite "culture" we have great music, the best food (hello wareneki, sausage and schmaunt fat or roll kuchen and watermelon...mmmm...), but we have no alcohol or dancing - both lead to sex, which is th

I was reading my friend Phil's blog on the news and what is going on these days...the bridge in Minneapolis...Floods in India, Bangladesh and Nepal...and Christian aid workers taken hostage in Korea. I was convicted, because my post on the news ( Minneapolis - Cambodia ) was more critical of the media and the response to all the situations as opposed to caring about people. Sometimes I get too caught up in how things are done instead of how I care about people. These are horrible things that are going on that are affecting real people. I don't know how to respond to these things, but I want the first response to be care for the people. One day Jesus saw a huge crowd, they were a crowd that was not doing well, many were sick, many needed help, "When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, 'The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the har

This week I was struck by two news stories, one that received a lot of attention, another that will/has received very little. There's the incredible (awful!) story of the bridge that fell in Minneapolis where 5 have been confirmed dead and 8 are still missing. Then there is the story of the trials in Cambodia where they are trying the men who are responsible for the death nearly 2 million people in the late 70's. I don't mean to devalue the tragedy that went on in Minneapolis, but I would assume that many times the news coverage, and many times the financial resources will go to helping the victims and to help with the rebuilding, then has gone to the situation in Cambodia (or to other situations in Africa or Southeast Asia). I know that the USA is the power in the world today and they will, of course, look after their own first, I just wish that there was a little more equality. What can we do to make things a little more equal?

I preached today at Church. I was talking about questioning God...I wound up looking up a bunch of stupid questions just for fun, I picked a few that I liked that I was unable to use. I hope you enjoy the questions: You know the signs on restaurant doors? No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service? what if someone goes in with No Pants? Would the restaurant still have to serve them? Why do we sing "Rock a bye baby" to lull our little ones to sleep when the song is about putting your baby in a tree and letting the wind crash the cradle to the ground? Why do sleeping pills have warning labels that state :'Caution: May Cause Drowsiness? Do nudists have pin-ups of people with clothes on? Do people who use sign language see little hands in their head when they think about what somebody said, or do they hear the words in their head? Why are the adjectives 'fast as' and 'slow as' often used in conjunction with hell, is hell slow or fast? Could someone be addicted to

Earlier this week I had some good discussions with some friends about what people put on the internet, and how it seems that people are willing to put some really private and personal information out there for people to read. It is kind of an odd thing, this internet world, we put our diaries online and call them blogs, we put our personal conversations for all to see on our wall's on facebook. I've read about people talking about how they got away with slacking off at work, and you can see many pictures of people that do not portray them in a positive light. Today, I read a story about Facebook that I thought brings this all to a new level. We can get this false sense of security and suppose that our information is safe, but according to this story, after a glitch in Facebook's programming "some users said that after logging on to their Facebook accounts they could access other people's accounts as well as their mail. As well, some people said they were getting me