Do you have people on your subscription list - or people that have subscribed to you - and when you see their screen name you have no idea who they are or why you're subscribed in the first place?

Or is it just me that does that?

Some of you will know what I'm about to say just from reading the title of this entry. 

Thankfully, the swelling is gone and all should be well. The bees are all gone too. Hail to the victors!

Yes, I did have surgery yesterday.No, I hadn't mentioned it on here beforehand. A complete heart, lung, kidney, spleen, spine and brain transplant is nothing to be taken lightly. Fortunately, they were able to do it arthroscopically and so I only have three stitches on my bicep.

Ok, everything except the three stitches on my bicep is a lie.  I had a sebaceous cyst removed from my arm. Nothing major. I've had them removed from my scalp before, but this was the first time I was able to watch the doctor do it.

What's funny is that we inadvertently scheduled Kaitie to have the same thing removed from her scalp at almost the same time in a different doctor's office. She had four taken out (she's an overachiever). We have all five of the cysts at home in jars. I guess we'll start a collection.

Then in the evening we had to pick Tara up at the airport in Philly. Quite a busy day!

Seeing my wife enjoying Facebook so much, I finally succumbed to the pressure and set up an account. If you're on Facebook, add me as a friend (Brian Volpone). I've only messed around on there for a few minutes, but it seems pretty well done and simple to keep in touch with people.

We'll see how this goes. Xanga still seems the best site for us blogging purists. (Actually, I haven't really checked out that many blogging sites, but Xanga is way better than MySpace anyway.)

Every notable advance in the saving work of God among men will, if
examined, be found to have two factors present: several converging
lines of providential circumstances and a person.

Let My People Go: The Life of Robert A. Jaffray, 50.

A. W. Tozer

Evangelism: The Desperate Personal Search

The average person in the world today, without faith and without God
and without hope, is engaged in a desperate personal search throughout
his lifetime. He does not really know where he has been. He does not
really know what he is doing here and now. He does not know where he is
going.

The sad commentary is that he is doing it all on borrowed time and
borrowed money and borrowed strength--and he already knows that in the
end he will surely die! It boils down to the bewildered confession of
many that "we have lost God somewhere along the way."...

Man, made more like God than any other creature, has become less like
God than any other creature. Created to reflect the glory of God, he
has retreated sullenly into his cave--reflecting only his own
sinfulness.

Certainly it is a tragedy above all tragedies in this world that man,
made with a soul to worship and praise and sing to God's glory, now
sulks silently in his cave. Love has gone from his heart. Light has
gone from his mind. Having lost God, he blindly stumbles on through
this dark world to find only a grave at the end. Whatever Happened to
Worship?, 65-66.

I've come to the conclusion that Jim Croce was a genius. It's a shame he died so young and right in his prime.