Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Hang glider in Australia Gets Ride of Life


True story. A German woman was hang-gliding in Australia and a storm surge propelled her gliding craft up. Now, this isn't big news. I mean, up-drafts are what hang-gliders live to catch. But this one was different. It took her up to about 30,000 feet.

That's where airplanes fly, by the way. The woman passed out from lack of oxygen, which doctors said probably saved her life because her body went into a minimalist recovery state, and conserved precious oxygen in her blood. When she came to, she was covered in ice.

This is so going into a sermon. I don't know what the illustration is, but it's so going into a sermon. You can read the story here.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Donald Miller's Blog

So as you may know, one of my favorite authors out there is Donald Miller, author of "Blue Like Jazz" which was really good and "Searching for God Knows What" which I thought was even better.

So, he has a blog in which he responds (sort of) to a book I am reading called The God Delusion by famed athiest and evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins. Dawkins is a really powerful mind, and I first heard about his new book from an article in Wired magazine called The New Athiests .

But I first met Dawkins (yes, I said met) accidentally about 9 years ago at DePauw University. He came to speak about a new book he was writing called Unweaving the Rainbow which further advanced his theory that

    1. The idea of God is really dumb
    2. Humans are entirely motivated by the desire to reproduce (sex) and that the sheer force of that desire drives all human behavior and civilization.
    3. Religion is even dumber than the idea of God

By the way, if you've ever been on a college campus, the idea that humans are entirely driven by the desire to reproduce does seem to hold up. But even in the midst of that, I remember thinking during his presentation that when he posited his claim that the basic, foundational truth about humans is that we want to preserve our our life and that this is the most fundamental evolutionary trait - I remember thinking, "Yeah, that can't be right."

I could see how that might explain a mother's natural defensiveness. But how would it explain a fireman going into a burning building to rescue people, thereby sacrificing his life? Dawkins might say, "He is sacrificing his life for his community, which he believes will provide the best way for his seed to continue to have protection and resources." That seem unlikely. We know instinctively that's heroic, and even a higher form of action than inherent selfishness. We celebrate it. But it seems to go against every grain of our "evolutionary" genes. Maybe, I thought, that selfishness is our default mode, but there is something higher than that default mode which we all instinctively aspire to. And if that's true, then where did that come from?

The ideas of beauty and justice and truth are major questions that athiests and evolutionary biology can't figure out. They cause at least as much doubt in science as suffering causes of God.

At any point, here is MIller's post and his link to an astoundingly persuasive review of Dawkins' book.
warning: I seriously had to read the article with another browser window open linked to dictionary.com. About every other line I had to type in a word I didn't know. I haven't done that in about 3 years. Which probably tells you I'm not reading as academic material as I should. Fulminating? Never heard that word in my life. Going to use it often now.

    Marilyne Robinson has written a response to Richard Dawkin’s book "The God Delusion" that is worthy of a read. I’ve had problems with the arrogance of some scientists, not because these few deny God, but that they create a new God of Science and their own minds. They would accuse those of us who believe in God of doing the same with our Theology (and sadly, many do consider their ability to navigate theological concepts as evidence THEY are supreme) but there is a difference.

    In Theological matters, the study humbles itself to the greater mystery of God, while the ill-informed scientist like Dawkins elevates himself along with other accidental and improbable materials to the state of myth or God. Each, alike, sees the discipline through the lens of his own abilities, and trusts that those abilities are complete. They are not. This is why I appreciate the humble writings of John Calvin, who wrestles the arrogant theologian to the ground attempting to rid him or her of their arrogance, and have them acknowledge the otherness and mystery of God. Such an understanding is difficult, because it acknowledges there are realities greater than ourselves and our ability to understand. These are harsh words, but I believe they are accurate. Robinson speaks more pointedly, and perhaps with more grace. Here is that link:

    http://solutions.synearth.net/2006/10/20

Hail February!


Tell me this creature isn't horrifying.

I heard the most terrifying news today.

I only heard bits and pieces of it driving to work today, so I’ll try to make sense of it as information becomes available. But this is what I’ve been able to piece together through various wire reports and other media broadcasts.

Apparently, there is a groundhog - known only by the curiously anthropomorphic name of “Phil” - who emerged from his den the other day. Normally, this is not an event of particular news significance. After all, if the newscasters had to keep track of the hibernation patterns of every mammal in North America, they’d hardly have time to single-handedly decide the American Presidential race.

But back to this “Phil.” Apparently, this groundhog saw his own shadow, was startled, and then retreated into his lair. Again, under normal circumstances, this would only reveal that said animal is dim-witted. But no! Apparently, this event has a far-reaching impact on many of the states of the USA and its citizens. This groundhog’s decision to retreat underground has apparently set in motion unalterable conditions which will disrupt the Earth’s natural seasonal pattern by prolonging the time that the Earth’s upper hemisphere is tilted away from the sun.

The horror!

That cursed, God-forsaken groundhog has brought upon the heartland another six weeks of freezing arctic temperatures. This raises serious concerns for me. Forget about that “Giant Asteroid Hitting the Earth” concern that I had in the summer of 1998. Now, the human race is faced with a new threat - rodents with the power to control Earth’s weather patterns.

The mere existence of this small, furry mammal in Pennsylvania who can affect the climate of America for nearly a month and a half forces us to ask ourselves many questions. How did he get that kind of power? What is the range of this evil rodent’s powers? Are there others like him. What happens if a badger in New Hampshire sees its reflection, or - and I shudder to think - if a wolverine in Vermont sees some other refraction of natural light. Does the sun black out for 12 days or something?

Yet, strangely, the newscasters are silent on all these issues. This is a definite plot, I say!

Regardless, the power of these creatures is unmistakable. Why just this morning, I saw frost on the windshield of my car. I fear that this “White Death” is just the beginning! I have read of the plague of the locusts. And the frogs. But the groundhogs?

The Apocalypse is now!

Yes, February is the strangest month of all. But, putting aside momentarily the all-encompassing fear about the omnipotent groundhogs that populate this Earth, at least we get a Federal Holiday or two this month. I am especially looking forward to President’s Day.

President’s Day rocks. First of all, the name of the holiday is a bit misleading. It’s not a day where we celebrate ALL the Presidents, as the nomenclature for the holiday would suggest. We only make a hoopla about two, really. Lincoln and Washington. This enrages me. What kind of message does this send to our children? I’ll tell you what message it sends. It says to them: Children. There’s no real reason to celebrate James K. Polk.

This is an outrage.

Personally, if I were an elementary school principal, I would change the spirit of the holiday to include those lesser-known heroes of American Politics. So, in the shameless tradition of stealing ideas I first came across while watching cartoons, I would have the grade-schoolers put on a musical production that pays homage to those statesmen who lay in the long-forgotten dust bin of history.

I would have the children dress up, and put on a darling and very informative musical production which I call:

The Inconsequential Presidents

The opening number would open with the fanfare appropriate for the highest elected officials of our nation.
    da, da, da, da, da, da

    We’re the inconsequential presidents,
    Our mark on history ain’t that great,
    Inconsequential presidents,
    We’re really second-rate!

    So celebrate the history,
    Our sub-par legacy!
    The only times you’ll hear our names
    Is if you watch Jeopardy!

    bum, bum, bum, bum - bum, bum, bum, bum
    Come meet the men who served our nation,
    Although you’d never know,
    For all intents and purposes,
    They were historical no-shows.

    They don’t have a monument,
    Their faces aren’t on our cash
    Because there really isn’t anything
    Noteworthy in their past
    brrrum bum bum bum… brrummm bum bum bum

    I’m Pierce! I’m Taft! I’m Fillmore!
    I’m Rutherford B. Hayes!
    I’m William Henry Harrison,
    I died in 30 days!

Conclude with patriotic drum roll and melodramatic third grader’s reading of some choice excepts from Chester A. Arthur’s inaugural address

A work of art, I say.

Ahh, February. If it’s not furry woodland creatures controlling the sun, it’s Warren G. Harding.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Two more funny, but more edgy, videos

Unnecessary Censorship:

This segment was featured on the show Jimmy Kimmel live. What they do is take actual quotes where people say things and then bleep out certain words to make it seem as though they are saying something they aren't.

For example, during SuperBowl XL, announcer Al Michaels, while commenting on long-haired Troy Polamalu, said this sentence:
With that flowing hair, he's going to be the easiet guy out there on the field to find.

But if you bleep him out, it seems as though he's saying something entirely different. Watch.
With that ***ing hair, he's going to be the easiest guy out there on the field to ****

I know it's a bit vulgar, and maybe I'll regret posting this, but man this made me laugh. The cookie monster bit at the end had me on the floor, and I'm not sure why.

Russian President Did What?
The other clip from the Daily Show that really made me laugh was this story about the Russian president Vladimir Putin, who is campaigning for re-election. Cameras caught him in this awkward moment.

It's bizarre, but what's funnier is Jon Stewart's reaction.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Funny Clips for Your Friday...

Okay, maybe it's just my mood today, but I found these videos really, really funny.

The first is a parody of the song Do I Make You Proud by American Idol's Taylor Hicks done by Weird Al, animation done by Jib Jab. You can watch it here

The second is a song that is totally confusing and yet hilarious. You might need Windows Media Player to view it. Bonus points for anyone who maps this out geneologically. You can download that one here

The third is a debate between Steve Carrel and Stephen Colbert from the Daily Show about religion. These two guys are just plain funny. You can watch the debate here.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Attack of the Vacuum Cleaner Salesmen...


This child is seriously considering buying the Kirby Sentria Vacuum Cleaner, but that is only because she has not yet developed the cognitive skills to make good decisions.

Now, before I get started with this story, I want to reveal something that I am not exactly proud of. Right before my senior year in college, I spent the majority of the summer in Myrtle Beach with my best friend Jon, working as a waiter and writing freelance for the Myrtle Beach Sun-News. When I returned home to Ohio in August, I still had two weeks until school started, so I decided to do whatever I could to earn some money.

One of the things I did, I am not proud of. I entered the direct sales market. For about two weeks, I went door to door and sold vacuum cleaners. Not only vacuum cleaners mind you, but Kirby vacuum cleaners. It was then that I realized I was not a salesman, and never could be.

It had been years since I have thought about Kirby, mainly thanks to counseling. But last Wednesday, I was sitting at home playing choo-choo train with Justus, when I got a knock on my door. It was from the Kirby people. Now, if you have never heard of Kirby Vacuum Cleaners, let me tell you their approach to sales, which I was unfortunately able to witness first-hand.

Kirby Method 1: It’s Tough to Say No to the Nice, Sweet College Girls
First, Kirby sends scouts to go out door-to-door to a neighborhood. Usually they use cute college girls who are very sweet. When you open the door – and I suggest that you don’t – they will tell you, with ribbons in their hair, that they work for a marketing company and that there is no obligation to buy anything, and that they are giving away free carpet cleanings. Who wouldn’t want a free carpet cleaning?

Now I was in a perfect situation. Mere weeks ago, I had a professional carpet cleaner come by and clean my carpet. Not only that, I vacuum once a week in preparation for my men’s bible study on Tuesday nights. My carpet is not just clean. It’s very clean. So you would think that I would be in a perfect position to say, “No thanks. I’m sorry.” Close the door. Done.

Oh, but these girls are as wily as they are sweet. The girl gave me puppy dog eyes and told me that she is working her way through college and that she gets 50 dollars for every single person who signs up for a free carpet cleaning. Could I please help her out?

“Please?” she said. “Come on, you’re the nicest person I’ve met in this whole neighborhood.”

The nicest person in the neighborhood? Really? So I actually thought to myself, “Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin my Christian witness.”

Seeing a hole of opportunity, this girl jumped through it.

“They will be done in like, 10 minutes,” she said.

So I agreed. After all, what’s10 minutes out of my day to help a nice girl go to college? 10 minutes. I would like you to remember that number.

Kirby Method 2: Kill Them With Flattery
A few minutes later, two guys showed up at my door, toting a few large boxes. They were both young. One of them was named Dan and the other was named Mark. Mark did all the talking at first. The first thing he said when Justus opened the door was “Oh my gosh. Your son is the cutest thing ever.” Then he stood up straight and said, “Jared McGuire. The human head weighs 8 pounds.”

I was like, “Jared?” You mean, “Jerry?” But I didn’t feel like correcting him. I looked at the clock. I was 5:21 p.m.

“So, we are here to clean your carpet,” Mark said, marching into my living room with the authority of a marine general. Dan began picking up all the toys off the floor and moving the coffee table. Justus and I sat down on the futon to watch. After all, this was only going to take 10 minutes.

“Are you familiar with Kirby,” Mark asked. I was too ashamed to admit that I used to do exactly what he was doing, so I said, “Yeah, I’ve heard of them.”

“By the way, were you in the military, by any chance?” Mark asked, “Because you’re built like a guy who was in the military.”

Now you would think that this line wouldn’t work, but really it does. I don’t know if Mark learned it listening to girls hit on guys at a bar, or something, but it’s quite effective. It makes you feel kind of good. The only line that would be better might be,

    “Was your dad Indiana Jones, because you look like you’d be an excellent whip-wielding swashbuckling archeologist.”

Or perhaps,

    “Were you ever in a bathroom at your ex-wife’s Christmas party when terrorists came in to take over Nakatomi Plaza? Because you look like the kind of guy who single-handedly stop that kind of thing, even without your shoes.”

I replied that I used to be a sub-contractor for the Air Force, to which Mark said, “Yeah, I could kind of tell.”

What? You could tell by looking at me that I used to work for a consulting firm and that I wrote thousand-page technical manuals for the US Air Force?

At any rate, Mark continued to pour it on, about how cute my son was, and how lovely my home was, all the while, he is setting up a display of some sort, featuring the attachments of the Kirby vacuum cleaner. He then said, “I’m going to leave Dan with you, and he’ll do a real good job.”

What? Leave Dan with me? Where are you going?

Mark then left the house, closing the door behind him.

It was 5:38.

Kirby Method 3: Insult Your Cleanliness and Make You Feel like a Bad Person

The goal of the Kirby vacuum demonstration it to demonstrate how much dirt has been left within the carpet. A "Dirtmeter" attachment is used in place of a vacuum bag, while "dirt pads" are placed inside the attachment. When the vacuum is turned on, dirt lands on the pad, and is shown to the customer. The salesmen frequently replaces used dirt pads with new ones, leaving evidence of dirt around the vacuumed area.

The second goal of the demonstration is to show you how inferior your vacuum is.

At this point, Dan asked to see my own personal vacuum cleaner. “Oh, he said, the Eureka Boss Upright. Good machine,” he said. “Would you agree that it’s a good machine?”

I was taken aback by his question. Then I remembered my Kirby training from years and years ago. I was taught to ask questions – dozens and dozens of simple questions – that the customer would have to respond “yes” to. The idea is to get the customer to agree with your sales pitch internally, and then they would buy the vacuum cleaner. I knew that the goal of Dan was to get me to say the word “Yes” so I purposely avoided saying it.

Here are some of the questions Dan asked and I have included my responses:

“Have I vacuumed this with your machine about the way that you would have?”
It is acceptable what you have done.

“Now that I have used the Kirby, do you see all this dirt that was left in your carpet.”
I have the ocular proof.

“If you had a chance to get this remaining dirt out of your carpet, would that be something you’d be interested in doing.”
The remaining dirt is upsetting to me and its removal would be most welcome.

“Wouldn’t you feel better if your son wasn’t crawling around near all this dirt?”
That’s an affirmative.

“If your machine is missing this much dirt, and you bought it to do precisely that very job, to remove dirt, then don’t you think it’s time you fired it and got something that will do the job.”
Can one really fire an inanimate object?

Dan got frustrated with me at this point.

“You know what I mean. Get rid of it.”

Dan then leaned in for the final sales pitch. “Look, your machine isn’t getting the job done.” He then went on to talk about “superior suction power” and how the dirt in my carpet was going to destroy it by midnight unless I made some drastic changes, and that if I really, really loved my children, I would do this. For them. For their future.

Frankly, Dan had a point. I wondered "How much does this thing cost?"

It was now 6:29

Kirby Method 4: A substantial time investment + massive guilt trips = diminished sales resistance.

“Would you like this Kirby in your home,” Dan asked.

“It depends,” I said. “How much does it cost.”

Now I knew that Kirbys were expensive. But when Dan handed me the flyer telling me the price, I honestly had to keep myself from laughing out loud. Want to know what the price was?

$1,899.99

Almost nineteen hundred dollars. It was at this point that I knew I was going to have to turn rude on Dan.

Kirby Method 5: Tag Team the Potential Customer, again using guilt

The doorbell then rang. It was Mark. He was true to his word. He was back to get Dan.

“Did Dan do a good job for you,” he asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said.

“Did you like the Kirby machine?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. And believe me, if it were one-sixth the price, I would seriously consider not buying one.”

“But I thought you said that you liked the Kirby?” Mark said, confused.

“Look, I don’t mean to be a snob, but about a year ago, I was at Bed, bath and Beyond and I saw a display model of a vacuum cleaner manufactured by Dyson. And it was cool. And it seemed to really pick up the dirt. And it cost 600 dollars, and I started laughing out loud. 600 dollars for a vacuum? Are you kidding me? I got a baby on the way, and taxes due in April and I got to get my backyard toddler ready. It would be fiscally and morally irresponsible for me to spend that much on a vacuum cleaner.”

It was now 6:41

Kirby Method 6: Make you realize that by not buying a Kirby, you’re choosing to sacrifice your family’s health and safety because you’re a cheapskate.”

That’s when Mark started to get desperate.

“Well, let me see if I can do something for you. Dan is in a sales contest right now, and he needs to sell 12 of these things do go on a weekend getaway to San Francisco. That contest means a lot to him, so what if we took his commission off the top, and passed that savings along to you.”

So let me get this right. You’re trying to make me feel good about buying this $1900 machine by letting me know that I’d be the one responsible for Dan not getting paid anything.

“At least you’d have the Kirby,” Dan said, like a true vacuum martyr.

Meanwhile, I had to get to FCC because I had a class I had to teach starting at 7. So I shook Mark and Dan’s hand and said, “I am sorry to disappoint you, but I simply cannot afford to pay that kind of money for a vacuum cleaner. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

They were nice enough, and I packed up my things and left Nicole to deal with them.

She was far less polite than me.

“I can’t believe you’re still here,” I heard her say as I walked out of the door.

This is when Mark tried one last sales pitch. These were his actual words, as reported to me by my wife.

“Ma’am, I understand, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. I saw your cute little boy and I could not allow him to continue to live in all this filth.”

To which Nicole said,

“Quick bit of advice. It’s not good to come to a woman’s home and tell her you are concerned about how filthy it is.”

To which Mark said,

“What I meant was…”

To which Nicole said,

“Yeah, we’re done here.”

So Mark and Dan, the Kirby guys packed up their things and left.

It was now 7:01.

Lessons Learned

So I want all of you to learn from my mistakes. So I put together a brief list of things I learned from this experience.

First of all, I will never open the front door of my house ever again. If I have to be rude, I will be rude. I will pretend I am deaf. I am even willing to pretend that I am an overgrown grade school kid with a pituitary disorder and that mom and dad told me not to open the door for strangers. But I simply cannot be allowed to open the door for sales calls.

Second of all, never trust sweet, pretty college girls. The next day after the cleaning debacle, I was walking around our neighborhood with Justus in the wagon, and I saw the same nice, sweet girl canvassing the houses around the bend. She got into a van with a guy and lit up a cigarette and began cussing.

Third of all, Kirby is a fine product. But $1900 is worth more than my car. So. Yeah.

Monday, February 12, 2007

The Curse of the Penguins



The other day, I was at the grocery store with Justus picking up a few items. I am now going to list the items I was sent to get. See if you can discern something about the Tieche household simply by examining the contents of my shopping list:

1. Milk
2. Orange Juice
3. Cereal
4. Dimetapp
5. Robitussin
6. Tylenol Extreme Cold Relief
7. Afrin Severe Congestion Nasal Spray
8. Children’s Tylenol
9. Vicks Vapor Rub
10. Children’s Nyquil Cough Syrup
11. Children’s PediaCare Long-Acting Cough Syrup
12. Kleenex
13. 7-up

Yes, that’s right. The Tieche household has been turned into an infirmary. Both Nicole and Justus are sick. For a while, Justus had a fever of 104, but that went away and morphed into a full-throated cough. Then Nicole got sick.

It is not good when a pregnant woman gets sick, for a variety of reasons. First of all, they already kind of don’t feel good. Pregnant women are tired all the time and being sick just makes them more tired.

Secondly, apparently when you are pregnant, your body stops caring about you. Women’s bodies work with the single-minded determination of Storm Troopers frantically trying to complete the Death Star before the emperor comes for a surprise inspection.

    “We shall double our efforts!”
    "For your sake Admiral, I should hope so."

Therefore, if the mom gets sick, the body is like, “You think I’m sending help your way? I’ve got two kidneys to make today, and part of a gall bladder. I don’t have time for your sinus inflammation.”

So poor Nicole has been suffering. And in case you don’t know my wife, she’s not one who rests well. Lying around and doing nothing might sound like a vacation to some, but to Nicole, it’s the third circle of hell, right below “not having enough time to organize the receipts.”

So, in an attempt to give her some rest, I took Justus to the store. But then a weird thing happened. We were in the cereal aisle, and all of a sudden, my son got really excited.

“Happy Feet!” he yelled out. “Happy Feet!”

Now, to give you the back story: my son adores penguins. A few months ago, Nicole thought it would be fun to take Justus to go see the movie “Happy Feet” an animated movie about penguins. We didn’t think much about it until a few weeks later, when I happened to flip by on a documentary on the Discovery Channel about penguins. Justus got all excited, ran to the TV and said, “Happy Feet!” We weren’t even sure he remembered the movie, since he seemed so much more interested in the straw in my drink. Then, a few weeks later, we took him to the Monterey Bay aquarium and every time he saw a penguin, he would happily exclaim, “Happy Feet.” I ended up buying him a small penguin plush doll at the aquarium gift store, which only cost 80 dollars.

And so, now, every night, Justus sleeps with “Happy Feet.” It is his favorite toy. In fact, his first real sentence involved penguins. He was holding his sippy cup filled with juice in one hand and his plush penguin toy in the other. He brought them together and said, very clearly, “Happy Feet drink Apple Juice.”

Indeed.

There’s only one thing that penguins love more than mackerel, and that’s Motts.

At any rate, there in the cereal aisle was a box of cereal that featured the movie “Happy Feet” on the front. I am not sure how Justus even saw it, it was tucked in between the brightly colored Sugar Smacks Frog and the bright yellow Honeycomb box. But there it was.

Chocolate Lucky Charms, featuring a miniature toy from Happy Feet.

Chocolate Lucky Charms.

As if adding marshmallows to your sugary breakfast cereal were not enough, General Mills decided to up the ante and make the cereal chocolate as well.

But Justus is so into penguins and he so wanted to hold the box, that I let him. And then I kind of caved and actually bought the box of cereal. I am not going to let him eat any of it, but I since I had to open the bag to dig through the cereal to get the toy, I figured I would try it.

After all, it only had 37 grams of sugar per serving.

So this is my report of what my sophisticated adult taste buds had to say about this breakfast cereal.

First of all, I am not a big fan of the regular, non-chocolate Lucky Charms. I think the freeze-dried marshmallows taste like bits of Styrofoam. And I don’t know about you, but I prefer non-styrofoam cereals.

Second of all, the bits of chocolate turned my milk into a dark grey color that was tinted slightly green from the green clovers which seemed to contain more food coloring than say, the yellow stars or orange moons. Regardless, green-grey milk is not as appetizing as it may sound.

Thirdly, I don’t care how bold of lettering General Mills uses on the cereal box, eating that much sugar early in the morning can’t be a part of a complete breakfast. What are the other parts of this so-called “complete breakfast.” Snicker Bits smothered in Maple Syrup?

So what exactly is the moral of this story? I think we can all agree that the cautionary tale to be gleaned from this episode is that if you take your child to see a movie about dancing penguins, don’t be surprised when you find drinking green-grey milk out of a bowl.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Etymological Origin of a Phrase Causes Confusion

Editor's Note: Cultural Context means so much. See the letter below - an actual email I sent.

Dear Staff

The other day in a planning meeting for our next sermon series, I made mention that Nehemiah really went "balls out." And I was given some looks because the phrase, at first glance, seems rather crude and vulgar. The phrase does not mean what you think it means.

The phrase came about in reference to the governor on old steam engines. These machines had two steel balls that rotated across one another, restricting air flow which in turn controlled speed.

When the conductor was ready to pick up speed, he'd yell "Balls out!", signaling the help to do just that. You think I am making this up, but I am not. That being said, because of the possibility that people could possibly confuse that colloquial expression with a reference to male genitalia, I have removed all references in this sermon series to Nehemiah going "balls out."

So the sermon title for week 3 "Nehemiah Goes Balls Out" has been changed to "Nehemiah: Passionately Pursuing God"

Thank you,
DAT