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New posts are up Monday - Friday on most weeks, with each day of the week having the various themes: Ministerial Mon. - Lessons and insights from the ministry front Teaching Tue. - Current thoughts from messages that I am preparing Whining Wed. - Complaints and rants about the way things are Thankful Thurs. - Things that I am truly thankful for in this world Forgotten Fri. - How to savor life, memories and relax.

Mario Cart


OK, so not every Wednesday will I have something to whine about that everyone can relate to nor will it always seem of weighty importance in the scheme of our lives. Today is one of those Wednesdays.

Any Wii Mario Cart lovers out there? I have a serious love/hate relationship with this game and by that I mean 5% love, 95% hate. The play of the game has the ability to push the exact button in my personality that causes me to yell and grunt at the screen. My wife and 2 boys beat me almost every single time and not just by a little. It does not matter if I make it to 1st place for 2 laps, inevitably, someone will hit me with a series of red shell, green shell, bomb and then I'll hit a banana and watch everyone pass me to the finish line. This does not just happen on rare occasion, this almost every game. I feel like Charlie Brown on Christmas when he did not receive any cards and he tells Linus "I don't know why we have to celebrate Christmas. I already know no one like me, why we do have to have a holiday to emphasise it?" I already doubt my abilities when it comes to many competitions, why do I have to keep playing a game to emphasise it?

I am convinced the game is satanic. It's purpose is to show me that no matter how far ahead I get in life, someone is just waiting to clobber me and spin me into confusion, leaving me alone and in the dust. My conclusion after every game is; 'to try is useless.' And yet, I keep coming back for more like an addict, like I need to prove to myself that I just had a bad day the last game. This game will be different.

Get thee behind me Mario. I will not succumb to your crushing blows. You will no longer make me doubt my judgement and abilities. I will not play your evil game again. At least not until Thursday.

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