i'm baaaaack.............................

If I was just a bit more self-absorbed, I would have started this entry saying something like, "greetings, my faithful followers. i, the 8th wonder of the world, am back. i know, my little ones, that you have long awaited my return to the land of the blogs, for i have been absent for the past couple months. but, fear not. i have not abandoned you. here i am."

Dude, I really should stop making myself sound like I'm a god or something.
God should seriously send down a bolt a lightning an end me now.
No, He shouldn't.
I don't want to die.
There are so many things that I've never had the chance to do.
Like, going to NY and coming back with a Bah-stin accent...
Or figuring out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop...
Or becoming an alcoholic... a dream I share with my little sister...

Speaking of dreams, I know that MLK day passed a couple days ago...
So, I would like to share a story, a true story, that I heard on This Am Life:

There was this father who had a little daughter who was curious about everything.
One day, she asked her father about Jesus.
She wanted to know who He was, what He did, what kind of person He was, everything.
So, the father told her everything about Jesus, how He often preached about love, doing unto others as you would have them do onto you, and read her parts of the bible.
Then, one day, they passed by a church and at the top of the church was a cross and on the cross was Jesus.
So, the daughter asked her father, why is Jesus on the cross?
What the father failed to tell his young daughter was that many people were angry at Jesus because of the things he preached and they killed him because of it, so the father proceeded to explain this to his daughter, and she was silent.

Then, months later when the daughter entered school, she had the day off to celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr.
Being a curious little girl, she asked her father who he was, what he did, what kind of person he was, everything.
So, the father told her everything about MLK, how he preached about love and equality.
So, the daughter said, it sounds like the same things Jesus talked about.
The father thought about it and said, yeah, I guess you're right.
And the daughter asked, did they kill him, too?