Monday, May 30, 2011


I moved a canon into my front yard yesterday.  

I will admit, there have been times when I have been MORE popular with my neighbors than I am right now but...whatever.  It's one reason I rent.  

I love my canon.  It's hard to miss.  Hard to forget it's there. My canon and me have become a helpful landmark in my neighborhood: "Go to the light, turn right, at the big canon in the middle of the crazy Preacher's yard, go left..."

My Motto:

"Remember BIG 
or just forget the whole thing".

Today's a day I remember BIG.  

My canon helps me remember.

Life has a way of getting away from us.  It's been that way since the beginning.  Soccer practice, rodeo exhibitions, foraging for nuts and berries, fighting off dinosaurs by brandishing a burning stick at 'em - it can get nuts. 

I believe that's one reason the Bible is filled with all those big feasts and festivals.  You see, the Lord knew that sometimes we need help remembering to remember.  He also knew we love bar-b-que which is why so many Bible festivals include a sacrifice or two. And I know I'm not the only one who sits up at night looking at pictures of a particularly good steak.  For me: 1999, Mary Willard's house, mid-rare. 

Combine a good bar-b-cue with a big, 'ole canon in your yard and brother, you've got yourself a day to do some rememberin'. 

And a chance to say "Thanks" to the ones who made it possible.

Next year I'm goin' "tank".


1 comment:

  1. This just means you have a lot of caliber.

    Awoooooooooooooooooooooo! (plop)