Now that we are back in the US of A it is time to do a little of DR08 in L-town. I am challenged to share with our community the good news of Jesus Christ. May God use the E85 FUEL mission team to impact our city.
E85 FUEL, what does it mean? E = evangelism team; 85 = well the only thing I can think of is that we “partying like it were 1985”, have our sights on the eternal as in “back to the future”, and are cheepy-cheepy like biofuel; FUEL = our student ministries. Quirky, I know.
What is in a nickname? A nickname is sometimes considered desirable, symbolising a form of acceptance, but can often be a form of ridicule. I have had my fair share of nicknames over the years. Some I enjoy, some are annoying, some are not worth repeating, and some are fighting words. Some of my most revered nicknames are:
tweedy [what ma called me as an infant because i had a big head and little hair]
Juice [what my ma and college girls called me]
JT [not after Justin Timberlake, but close friends who knew my middle name]
Hutts / Huttshead / Huttsinski / Huttsy / Huttster
Hut-hut-hutts [my 5th grade teacher Mr. Miller]
Hutts-is-nutts [dubbed Dave K.]
knuckle head [dubbed by Eric B.]
snuggle bear [what all the girls in high school called me]
moco [means “booger” in Spanish, dubbed by my chilean sister]
PJ [aka: pastor Justin]
peej [aka PJ]
padawan [pastor Kenny’s longtime name for me the newbie pastor]
the polish sausage [pastor Kenny’s newest name, which compliments my heritage]
This morning I awoke from my dreams to the shaking of my bed. I have never felt this sensation before. I went back to bed. It wasn’t until the morning that I realized from the news we had experienced an earthquake. In Indiana? You think of California or India, but not the Midwest.
The U.S. Geologic Survey reported that the first earthquake had a magnitude of 5.2 and shook for about 15 seconds as the temblor rumbled at about 5:37 a.m. The quake was centered about 40 miles north of Evansville, IN., along the Wabash Valley Fault Zone, which is north of the well-known New Madrid fault area. An aftershock came about 11:30am while I was in the office.
How cool? And what power!!
It was New Years Eve in the back lot of the church we had our first ever old men vs. young men football game. The field was perfect. Soggy and muddy. The teams were recruited ahead of time. The young men had an air of we-can-out-run-these-guys and the old men had an air of with-age-comes-experience.
The game became kind of lopsided with the old men taking the advantage behind their veteran QB, Pete Sr. I play defense mostly, trying to strip the flags from their belts and potential TD’s from their score. For the most part I did okay. Until Kyle Miller took the ball. Kyle Miller has thighs like a tree trunk, but cannot cut East to
West in the mucky terrain. Pastor Kenny and I were going after him at the same time. I reached for Kyle’s flag and snatched it out. I fell in the process right into Pastor K’s knee. CRACK. I knew it right away. It was broken. My nose didn’t bleed much nor did it hurt all that bad, but it was most certainly bent. Pastor K later took me to the ER in our muddy clothes. I have been down this road 4 other times:
1. baseball (chop hit to the face)
2. softball (flyball blocked by another glove)
3. frisbee (run in between 2 throwers)
4. basketball (elbow in the box)
5. football
So breaking the nose is nothing new. I suppose this Polish shnoze of mine is sort of like a magnet. I needs a little stick that says, “Caution, danger, will break if touched.”
I go to the doc next week to get it worked on. Been there before too. Hopefully this time they will make it a little straighter.
Oh, and the old guys won!
On Thursday night I was driving to some friends. On the way out frolicked a little deer onto the road. It was as if my car was a deer magnet! It hit my car hood and became instant venison before I could even slam on my breaks or swerve. Sorry all you animal lovers. So now I have a deer shaped dent on my car hood.
Some say I should get a new car…ha! Get rid of that station wagon are you crazy-sick? I just think this might be a good opportunity to pimp my ride! Yeah, maybe I’ll get a new hood with some exhaust scoops…and then some spinners for my dubs or subs with some kickin’ bass. Okay, maybe not!?
Anyone up for some deer jerky?
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & street you grew up on) Budo Roberts 2. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your middle name) J Tho 4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Sage Retriever 5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Thomas Milwaukee 6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom’s maiden) Hutjoro 7. SUPERHERO NAME: (“The”, your favorite color, favorite drink) The Sage Dew 8. NASCAR NAME: (the first name of your grandfathers) Ronald Dale 9. FUTURISTIC NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne, the name of your favorite shoe brand) Polo Steve Madden 10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother & father’s middle name ) Keven Ann
Steve Irwin, lovingly known as the Crocodile Hunter, died on Monday doing what he loved; capturing wildlife on film in its own demain. While filming Stingrays in the Great Barrier Reef, Steve Irwin was slashed through the heart by one of the posionous barbs on a Stringray’s tail. He was paralized instantly and died later that day, leaving a loving wife and two children behind. If you ever watched The Crocodile Hunter, you’d know what an impact that Steve has made on the past decade of research. He bravely went where no man has gone, and he has done milestones in zoology and other forms of science. My favorite episode was when he was boating in a Croc infested swamp at night. His wife was clocked by a tree branch and fell into the swamp. Steve immediately yelled, “My wifey” and dove into save her. Surrounded by bobbing Croc eyes he pulled her into safety. What a guy! Kids, teens and adults alike will join in their mourning of this great, charismatic Australian. Remember Steve Irwin (the Chuck Norris of the Wild), loved by all. Remember our Crocodile Hunter.
hornets are nasssssty. I was mowing my law the other day, when I ran into my clothes line. All rattled and ticked a swarm of hornets came barrelling after me. [Oh, to be a neighbor peaking through a window.] I cartoon stepped accross the yard flalling my arms and screaming like a little girl. My glasses flew 20 feet west and my walkman flew 30 feet south. One stinkin hornet bit me in the ear and now it looks like I have a giant red frisbee hanging off the side of my face. I’ll teach those stupid hornets. Any ideas?
A few weeks ago I got a letter from my little siter Olivia. She is 6 and enjoying her second semester of kindergarden. The letter included a message from Flat Stanely, a book they read in class. I was to journal and send back a day in my life with Flat…I had a great day with Flat Stanley. I am so glad to have met this new friend.
In the morning, Flat and I went to the bank in West Lafayette. On our way we passed through Purdue University campus where about 40,000 students study mostly farming and engineering. It is a really big place. Many famous people studied here like Neil Armstrong and Amelia Earhart. Of course, I didn’t go to Purdue, but graduated from a college in West Virginia a few years ago.
After going to the bank we drove to my office. On our way to the office we drove through Prophetstown. This is a very historical town where the Battle of Tippecanoe took place in 1811. General William Henry Harrison fought against a group of Indians led by Tecumseh and his brother the Prophet. Many people lost their lives there. Today there is a really neat museum and park to visit.
The town next to Prophetstown is Battle Ground, which is where I live and work. I work at Battle Ground Bible Church. I am the assistant pastor and youth director of the church. I teach, counsel and plan a lot of events for our teenagers. We just got back from our Winter Retreat last weekend, even though there was no snow it was a blast. It is a lot of fun to meet with teenagers everyday. Like today we met Will and Joe. During the day Flat helped me answer the phone, check emails and prepare for the week. We got a lot done and Flat was a good boy!
I love my new home too…Indiana. Here is a few random things I love about INdiana: fresh corn on the cob, BGBC, bruno’s pizza, flatness, being a Hoosier (what is a Hoosier anyways?), indiana beach, the dunes, camp shakamak, FUEL, fiddlers gathering, Lafayette…the stop-light capital of the world, Tippecannoe, Gen. Harrison, Wild Cat Creek, elephant ears, midwestern pride, Indiana farmers feed the world, a little warmer than Wisconsin, Rrrrrrrohrrrrrmans!, my home, the church, the youth group, my church family, new friends
Things I miss about WISCONSIN…cheese curds, frozen custard, frozen tundra, green bay packers, badgers, hunting in presque isle, swimming and fishing on lake alma, my mom and dad, the lil’ squirts (aka…the sibs), deep snow, sledding down military road hill, skiing down rib mountain, noah’s ark water park, mosinee–the armpit of WI, schmidts sporting goods, WBC, the homies, lee’s chicken, ol’ greendale, waaaaauuuusssaaaaaauuuuu, fleet farm (aka…the mens mall), orvil and wilbur, sven and jorge, bloody and broken noses!?, and so much more…I have been lots of places and everywhere I have been has been home, but nothin’ close to the Holy Land known as Wisconsin.
spreading the fame 