WARNING: This blog has very little spiritual content!

Snakes alive! In case you haven’t heard there’s a movie out called Snakes On A Plane. I read the producers didn’t screen the movie for critics so as to not give away the plot. Hahaha!!! Like we don’t know the entire plot from the title! Anyway, Friday night I preached a message out of Acts from Paul’s adventure on Malta entitled “Shipwrecked and Snakebit.” Here’s the sermon in two sentences:

When you’re shipwrecked you can still make it on broken pieces.

When you’re snakebit you can shake it off and suffer no harm.

I joked that I thought about calling the message “Snakes On A Ship” but that didn’t really work, so I stuck with “Shipwrecked and Snakebit.” I thought the message went well.

Last Night I was preaching for Pastor Mike Purkey at Lenexa Christian Center in Kansas City. I preached the “Shipwrecked and Snakebit” message. It was a barn-burner! (By the way: A shout out to all the Word of Lifers who showed up. It was great to see you there!)

This morning I was sitting on my deck (I’m still there) reading my Bible and going through emails. My phone cell phone rings. It’s Samuel L. Jackson. He calls me by name and tells me in no uncertain terms that I must go see his movie, Snakes On A Plane. He says if I don’t see his movie (which he claims is “the greatest movie ever”) he’s going to hunt me down or something like that. It really was Samuel L. Jackson…though I think some fancy technology was involved. It was hysterical.

Five minutes later…

Aaron and Philip are in the backyard. Guess what Philip sees? A snake. It slithers off into the woods. Philip runs into the woods after it…and comes out of the woods swinging it over his head and chasing his brother with it. You can’t make this stuff up!

Things have calmed down now. No phone calls from Hollywood movie stars and Philip hasn’t chased anyone with a snake for almost an hour now.

I’m still not going to go see Snakes On A Plane…I don’t care what Samuel L. Jackson says. And if he shows up at my house looking for trouble, I’ll just have Philip chase him off with a snake!



I just heard this song…

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing.
Distant ships sailing into the mist,
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

-Bob Dylan, Jokerman