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Name:Daniel
Home: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
About Me: I used to believe that evolution was reasonable, that homosexuality was genetic, and that people became Christians because they couldn't deal with the 'reality' that this life was all there was. I used to believe, that if there was a heaven - I could get there by being good - and I used to think I was more or less a good person. I was wrong on all counts. One day I finally had my eyes opened and I saw that I was not going to go to heaven, but that I was certainly going to suffer the wrath of God for all my sin. I saw myself as a treasonous rebel at heart - I hated God for creating me just to send me to Hell - and I was wretched beyond my own comprehension. Into this spiritual vacuum Jesus Christ came and he opened my understanding - delivering me from God's wrath into God's grace. I was "saved" as an adult, and now my life is hid in Christ. I am by no means sinless, but by God's grace I am a repenting believer - a born again Christian.
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Daniel's posts are almost always pastoral and God centered. I appreciate and am challenged by them frequently. He has a great sense of humor as well.
- Marc Heinrich
His posts are either funny or challenging. He is very friendly and nice.
- Rose Cole
[He has] good posts, both the serious like this one, and the humorous like yesterday. [He is] the reason that I have restrained myself from making Canadian jokes in my posts.
- C-Train
This post contains nothing that is of any use to me. What were you thinking? Anyway, it's probably the best I've read all day.
- David Kjos
Daniel, nicely done and much more original than Frank the Turk.
- Jonathan Moorhead
There are some people who are smart, deep, or funny. There are not very many people that are all 3. Daniel is one of those people. His opinion, insight and humor have kept me coming back to his blog since I first visited earlier this year.
- Carla Rolfe
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A few months back I had the pleasure of going out for lunch with one of my co-workers. As it turns out, a local proprietorship was going out of business and in perusing the sale items I came across some dental tools - those wonderfully ornate and twisted metal picks that dentists use to fiddle with your teeth? They were on sale for a ridiculous price - like a dollar or two, and I determined to purchase them for the novelty of it - thinking to myself at the time - why should I pay someone else to clean my teeth?
Well, as it turned out, home dentistry is not really my forté, so they have been sitting in my desk at work doing nothing since that day - that is, sitting and doing nothing until this morning!
This morning one of my co-workers (who happens to be a highschool friend of my wife's) came to my desk in a frustrated state because she had wanted to take her watch band apart to see how it worked (or something like that) and now could not put it back together.
You can imagine my joy (well, if you knew my quirky sense of humor, you could imagine my joy) when I looked soberly at her problem, and silently, and with professional dignity, reached into my desk and pulled out an assorted collection picks and whatnot - then selecting an appropriate one from the bunch, nonchalantly and with profound celerity, repaired her wayward watchband.
I don't know if most people can appreciate this sort of humor, but I just find it funny when someone comes to you with some obscure task that has given them so much grief and frustration that they actually approach you about it to enlist your help (not unlike searching the whole house over for your keys or wallet - and then, in frustrated hysteria, opening the fridge to make sure that you didn't somehow put it in there - that is the extreme frustration I am speaking of). Now when this flustered person came to my desk, it was apparent that she was resigned already to her fate - her watch band was broken and really, she was asking for help out of that sort of desperation that doesn't honestly anticipate deliverance.
So as she begins to tell the tale to my expressionless facade, I meekly reach over and pull out the perfect tools for the job, and in seconds fix her problem, never once cracking any sort of 'this is so out of the ordinary" expression or explaining why it is that a computer programmer has dental tools on hand, and is apparently skilled in their use.
Such humor, to me is like a word spoken well at an appropriate time - it is just sweet. |
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