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I will always remember Sunday afternoons after church. I’d always get to see my friends at church, then came the inevitable, “Mom can _____ come over and play?”
I was one of the few times that we’d get to spend quality time with each other, because none of us went to the same elementary school.
Matt, Marshall and I were the 3 amigos. We had known each other since kindergarten and had grown up at the same church. Marshall lived only about 2 miles away so we got to see each other more, but Matt was around a good portion of the time.
One memory that sticks out, (correct me if I’m wrong Matt) was one Sunday after church I convinced my mom to let Marshall and Matt come over to my house to play. On the way home we stopped at Burger King and got food. This was in the 80′s so all burger type foods came in boxes not just wrapped in paper.
After we ate and started to play, we quickly got bored and had to figure out what to do next. We finally came up with the idea to play tanks in the backyard, with our burger boxes being our tanks. We poked small holes in the front and inserted straws for cannons. We then proceeded to take all the extra catsup packets, twist them so that all the contents were tightly wound to the bottom and placed them on the battlefield. We found some hammers and the battle ensued.
What an unadorned time it was, a nice sunny day in the back yard smashing catsup packets to simulate blood.
Oh what fun we had.
Drip, drop, drop, drip, drip.
Rain falling on the roof at 3 in the morning.
I don’t want it to stop.
Wish I wasn’t so tired.
God’s beauty never ceases to amaze me.
god is amazing at how he provides situations that we are not trained for but somehow works through us
Cheap grace is the deadly enemy of our church. We are fighting today for costly grace.
Cheap grace means grace sold on the market like cheap-jack’s wares. The sacraments, the forgiveness of sin, and the consolations of religion are thrown away at cut prices. Grace is represented as the church’s inexhaustible treasury, from which she showers blessings with generous hands, without asking questions or fixing limits. Grace without price, grace without cost! The essence of grace, we suppose, is that the account has been paid in advance; and, because it has been paid, everything can be had for nothing…
Cheap grace means the justification of sin without the justification of the sinner…Cheap grace is the preaching of forgiveness without requiring repentance, baptism without church discipline, Communion without confession, absolution without contrition. Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the Cross, grace without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate.
Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will gladly go and sell all that he has. It is the pearl of great price to buy which the merchant will sell all his goods. It is the kingly rule of Christ, for whose sake a man will pluck out the eye which causes him to stumble, it is the call of Jesus Christ at which the disciple leaves his nets and follows Him.
Costly grace is the gospel which must be sought again and again, the gift which must be asked for, the door at which a man must knock.
Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow, and it is grace because it calls us to follow Jesus Christ. It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives man the only true life. It is costly because it condemns sin, and grace because it justifies the sinner. Above all, it is costly because it cost God the life of His Son…Above all, it is grace because God did not reckon His Son too dear a price to pay for our life, but delivered Him up for us.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship pg 37-39
Bill (still no link) and I had been wanting to go here for a while. Ever since we saw it in the book Resident Tourist: Los Angeles. And Laura joined us as well, which made it a small crowd but fit the mood perfectly.
It wasn’t exactly what we were expecting. But we soon warmed up to the dim, eclectic mix and friendly atmosphere. The jukebox was great, the waitress was a hoot, and the service was superb.
I asked what kind of beers they had when we first arrived and the waitress (bless her heart) named off about 10-15 beers, repeating 3-4 of them at least 3 times each making the list around 20 beers.
Me: What kind of beers do you have.
Waitress: Guinness, anchor steam, heineken, newcastle, budweiser, anchor steam, corona, miller, anchor steam, newcastle, pacifico, guinness, and anchor steam.
Me: I’ll have a newcastle.
In all seriousness, out waitress was a blast. And the food was good too.
The best part is the bathroom. Not like Buca di Beppo’s or anything like that, but more of the adventure you had to trek on to get there.
You had to go out a side door, which led you to the lobby of a hotel, where you thought you were going to head straight down a hall, but before you get there a nice old man sitting at a desk asks you if you are looking for the bathroom, to which you reply yes, and then he proceeds to tell you that you take the stairs downstairs behind him, which lead you down to a basement, with a laundry room right in front of you, you then take a right and see a door marked “beauty salon” and then pass through a doorway towards the salon and then see the men’s room right on your left.
It got even better for me. There was a dead bug on the sill of the urinal while I was going. So much fun.
For you ladies you stop at the top of the staircase and it’s right on your left. Not as much of an adventure.
I’d HIGHLY recommend the HMS Bounty if you are looking for a fun, kinda querky place to go. If you live in LA definetly stop by sometime. And if you don’t, put it on your list of places to go when you visit.
Got to try the fish and chips next time I go.
Prices are good, between 6-14 bucks a meal and drinks run between 3-5 bucks.