I hope Steve Jobs is already negotiating licensing with this kid.

Caught this on John’s blog: One Step Closer to ‘Minority Report’ – ChurchCrunch.

You’re dying for me to explain.

So I’m sitting for WAY too long in the Wendy’s drive through (Barrett and 120, for those who care). After I FINALLY get my food, I pull into a parking spot to scarf it down way faster than I should have. But when I pull out my sandwich, I realize they gave me the wrong order. No huge deal…just inconvenient.

So I hop out of my truck and start walking back into the restaurant. A car passes as I begin to cross the lane. As I start to walk, I see a little silver Honda Civic whipping down the lane past the drive-thru. There’s a 20-something girl driving. She’s not texting or talking on the phone. She’s not even trying to wolf down a burger. She has both hands on the wheel and is looking right at me.

She’s still far enough away to stop, so I exploit my inalienable right as a pedestrian to cross.

But she doesn’t stop.

She doesn’t even slow down!

I yell like a frightened toddler and jump up in the air. Honda Civics ride low to the ground, so I figure I have a good chance of avoiding broken tibias if I step onto the hood.

Next thing I know, I’m laying on this woman’s car hood… A single with cheese in my left hand, and car keys in my right. My keys scraped across her hood. But I’m not feeling so bad about that, to be honest.

I look her in the eye…probably with a look on my face that I’d be very embarrassed to see myself. She yells out the window, “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Are you alright!?”

I step off of the car and back onto blessed asphalt. The only words I could get out were, “I’m fine.” At that point, I didn’t know for sure that I really was fine. But it’s all that came to mind. All I notice is that my left side is sore, and I am already trembling like a claustrophobic in a matchbox.

I walk inside the Wendy’s, wait my turn, and exchange my sandwich.

God only knows what the people who saw this thing happen were thinking while I was standing in line.

My wife has shed tears multiple times over this today… But not one tear has fallen out of sorrow or concern. I think she’s probably set a world record for laughing so hard.

Please pray for my safety. Apparently someone wants me dead.

Have a nice weekend.

Yep.

Then today Annette gets a call from our pediatrician’s office and is told that there’s a lady from a Wal-Mart in North Carolina on the line who says she has her purse and has been calling every number she could find in Annette’s day-planner ever since, but no one would give her Annette’s phone number. Makes me feel good about Annette’s ‘contacts’ that they wouldn’t randomly give away her number. But also make me feel good that someone out there would be diligent enough to track her down for three months.

So she’s putting it in a box and shipping it our way.

Go figure.

PORT ANGELES, Wash. – An athletic shoe containing a human foot was found on a Washington state beach, and authorities are investigating whether it may be linked to a series of human feet found in shoes along the coast of British Columbia.

Read more here.

It followed a weekend of over 3000 people serving through more than 250 service projects throughout the area. Click Here to see all of my posts from Community Makeover. Also visit the Engage Atlanta website.

[Sidenote... 5000 people at this one event. That is more people in one Sam's Club parking lot worshiping together than the total population of all the churches in Paulding county when West Ridge Church opened its doors in 1996.]

[Sidenote 2... I'm still waiting for some more photos from a 'real photographer'...so hopefully I'll have more shots to show soon.]

The gallery’s pages don’t work seemlessly when you click “next” at the last photo of each page. So be sure to view all the pages. there are about 60 photos here.

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This was a gas station near our house until early this morning. I guess if a storm is gonna keep me up all night, it might as well be a good one.

She wrote this post a little bit ago, and it is PROFOUND. Read through to the end… You’re looking for the punchline.

She’s mine, guys. Sorry.