Your son is seed - where you going to plant him?

So I had a thought today about the parable of the weeds. Then I asked myself what kind of soil am I in? Typically I see myself as the seed and that's all I see in the parable. The soil is secondary. I don't know why I've never thought of this before. Maybe I have, but now God is bringing it to my attention again. Anyway, this leads me to think of my life. Can I choose the type of soil I am in by the moral choices that I have. Is it by what I watch on television, the amount of stuff I let myself buy, and the music I listen to fertilizing my soil or totally messing up the PH spiritual balance in it.

So this leads me to think of Cam and within the context of the parable I see Cam as a seed and I see that I can decide where to plant him. Since I make all the choices for him, for the most part, currently, I can choose to plant him in the good soil or not. This definitely is a trickle down effect from my life so unless I'm in the good soil there is no way for Cam to be as well. At least, while I'm making the choices for him.

I'm reminded of Colossians right now. It's the part where we choose to dress in love, kindness, gentleness and self-discipline. We need to choose to put on Christ, it does not happen automatically. If we spend our days saying we are working on things in a counseling setting and expect to heal and get better that way it will be as Joe Stowell calls a "functional disconnect", because we may get there. We may get to that point of being healed and fixing this one area of our life, but it will be without Christ. Instead of using it as an opportunity for Christ to come in and fill it we will develop a stubborn will and learn to rely on ourselves in this area instead of Jesus. We need to come as infants to God.

Night Crawler Heart...

So I was at work on Friday and felt like my heart was going to pump out of my body and do a jig on the table. I felt that way, Friday, since 7am. Around 11am I went down to the nurses station. Yes, at Motorola we have nurses on staff. Nice huh? Anyway, I had the nurse take a look at my heart and/or pulse. She wasn't able to get a good reading through my wrist so she took it with the stethoscope. It was at a whopping 136 bbm! Can you believe it people! Anyway, she felt it necessary to call the ambulance. So she called and a bunch of dudes showed up. They ran an I.V. line and gave me some medicine that starts with a 'C' to slow down my heart. They hooked this monitor up too and said I was in A. Fib. A fib? What the heck is that? Anyway, it sounded semi-serious so they got everything ready and I got on the stretcher. It was around lunchtime and the nurses station is right around the cafe so they wheeled me out and I had a bunch of people that had to stop and watch me get wheeled out. It was embarrassing. I saw some people that I knew. It was weird. I felt embarrassed, I think, because here I am a 29 year old guy having a heart issue.

Anyway, they took me to the hospital. I came out of A. Fib a couple hours after being there. Whew. A. Fib is an interesting thing to be in. A little scary and a little funny. Funny in the "could this lead to other serious types of things" sense. The hospitalaticians wanted to observe me overnight so I stayed.

So I had a heart specialist visit me to explain what was going on with me. He said that when you are in A. Fib the heart is not beating right. If you were to look at your valve it would look like a a night crawler wiggling around. Maybe my next tattoo should be a night crawler on my heart? Hmm... things to ponder.
Well I made it through the night. I had some ultra sound done on my heart and got to see my valves dance. They really do look like they are dancing. It's pretty cool and nervous to see, because it's something that you don't want to see stop. It seems fragile to me.
So I was released on Saturday. No drugs or anything to take. I just have to go back to my doc in a couple weeks to have him interpret the EKG results. We will see.

More to come. Signing off now. Oh, I was thinking I should have a part at my house and have a big fire in the backyard. I was thinking I could call it the "I'm not dead yet" or "It's still ticking" party?

We'll see.