A Return to My First Love

A crazy thing happened this week...

I got a job!

The Country Club of Little Rock is allowing me to subject its patrons to pain and torture through personal training. My first client is tomorrow at 6:30 a.m. So all those days of working for free in the Arkansas Razorback weight room finally lead to a paycheck.

God is good. He always provides. And he allowed me to dodge a bullet...a few weeks ago I was ready to take another sales job. Training sweet old ladies and deep-pocketed golfers suites me much better, I think.

So for those enjoying the unemployment journal, sorry I won't be adding to that anymore. I am once again a contributor to society.

Men's Retreat With Cedar Heights Baptist Church

This weekend has been anticipated for quite a while.

Mike Reading

and I are getting to teach at a men's retreat for Cedar Heights Baptist Church of North Little Rock. This is the church where

Joel

serves as worship pastor. This is cool for a couple of reasons. First, because it seems like only a short time ago Mike and I were praying for a vision of how to do ministry together. Second, Cedar Heights is in the beginning stages of building a men's ministry

Here's a brief overview of the weekend:

Friday Night: The Story of God--An overview of the world's Creator and his pursuit of a relationship with mankind

Saturday Morning: The Story of Self--A look at the life of Jacob and how God transformed him from a deceiving coward to the identity he was created for

Saturday Afternoon: The Story of Community--Why community is important for man

Sunday Morning: Overall summary of the weekend plus the importance of each member in the Church playing his or her role

Eye of the Tiger

This smaller picture picture is me and my brother when we were 4 and 7, respectively.

No, no its not. But it easily could be. The similarities of these two to me and my brother are uncanny. This was a common scene at the McPherson household. We'd put on the gloves. Dad would referee. Daniel would cry. A vicious cycle that occurred almost every Sunday.

The top picture actually is my brother and I this past Christmas. Since I had the opportunity to train as a boxer for that Toughman contest last year, Douglas asked if I would take him through a session. After an hour and a half of punching each other in the face, we stopped to pose for this picture.

Boys will be boys.