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Just really nice to look at. Details of how Chris Kotsiopoulos created this, on his site.

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I had the opportunity to see D. A. Carson speak a couple years ago. He’s a great speaker, a sound, sound thinker, he’s written more books than I’ll ever read, and he loves Jesus. Here’s a short video where he addresses the question “Is there a central message throughout all 66 unique books of the Bible?”

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I just finished watching Nowhere Boy, the bio-pic about John Lennon’s adolescence. Among the other things that go on during the film, we learn the reason why, at five-years old, John leaves his mother and goes to live with his aunt. The plight of that lonely little boy brought tears to my eyes. That didn’t used to happen.

In the last year and a half, I find myself feeling a lot more empathy towards little children in film, especially little boys. No doubt because I can project the love I have for my little boy onto these characters. Hey, I can even feel for little alien children in some films.

But it’s not like I couldn’t feel (and perhaps empathy isn’t the right word, perhaps it’s pity) for children in films before. It’s just much more authentic feeling, and intense now. For all I know, maybe I’m not normal in this area. Maybe most people have a genuine empathy for little people that I just lacked until I had one of my own. I’m curious about that.

Now, here’s the sad part of this post. As I write this, I’m in bed. Jenn, who is trying to sleep, is asking why I’m typing so loud. And I am typing loudly. Unfortunately, my newfound empathy doesn’t extend to trying to my wife. Instead I just gave her a snarky answer. A lot of good this movie empathy does me in real life. Sorry, Jenn.

PS: Aaron Johnson, who plays Lennon in Nowhere Boy, played the leading role in another film I watched this week, The Illusionist.

If you know me, then you know I have a thing for bacon. And not just bacon on it’s own (though there’s nothing wrong with that) I like breakfast. In fact, breakfast is my favourite meal.

Also, I like pizza. I’m a fan of the thin-crust, fancy-topping kind. I like to make my own, but when I get take-out it’s Stan’s Thunder Cape, or Golden Crown.

So, my mouth started watering when I read this article about a San Francisco pizza place that has a bacon and egg pizza on the menu. Then I started planning breakfast for Saturday morning!

Update: Well, I did it. And it turned out great! I made the fried up some onions, bacon, and four eggs, put them on the pizza crust I made last night (thin and a bit too crisp,) and put a regular pizza sauce cut with a garlicy white-sauce, topped with mozzarella. Yum!

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I’m still a fairly new dad, so this is a new thought to me. Maybe it’s old for you. When I’m correcting my son, I often think about how few “friends” he has and how very important my “friendship” must be to him.

Can you imagine, you’re a year and a half old. Your parents are really your only “friends.” They do eveything for you. Without them, you’re toast. So, one day, you’re doing something wrong and your dad sternly says “No” to you. Now, your only “friend” in the world (other than mom) is expressing his unhappiness – not just to you – but in you.

No wonder your lip turns down and you cry. You’ve just lost your only “friend.” You’re on your own now and you can’t even talk. Man, that’s heavy.

No wonder, as dads, we immediately hug and kiss our children and reassure them we love them. Even in the immediate moments after of correcting them. In our best moments, especially in the immediate moments following correcting them.

There’s a connection there with how our Heavenly Father treats us when he corrects us. Although it might feel like the end of the world, he doesn’t ever cast his children away when they need correction.