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A Few Guilty Pleasures


There are always things in life that bring me joy, even when I don’t always want to admit it. Here’s a few guilty pleasures I realized I have had of late:

1. Hannah Montana (The TV Show)
Seriously though, if you’re not watching this show…you’re missing out. It’s witty, funny, and if you’re looking to understand youth culture I’d say this is the show for you. Plus, it’s got one-hit-wonder Billy Ray Cyrus as himself–that should be reason enough to start getting up before 10am on Saturday. I can’t help it, I watch Hannah Montana and I think it’s funny. Hannah lives the dual life of normal Miley Cyrus and famous performer Hannah Montana. Her brother is always getting in to trouble, but somehow manages to smooth things over with his charm. Billy Ray is your average dad, trying to keep his house under control. And finally, the co-stars (all the kids’ friends) are awesome–they couldn’t have done a better job casting for that show (Rico (the beach store owner) is one of my favorite characters). Hannah Montana is a clean, fun show for the whole family and it’s definitely one of my guilty pleasures.

2. The Song “Defying Gravity” From The Wicked Soundtrack
Bethany and went and saw “Wicked” in Los Angeles about a month ago and it was absolutely incredible. It’s easily one of the best plays I’ve ever seen. But the song “Defying Gravity” is one of the best songs of the play. It’s got a touch of early 90’s but a build up on the chorus that I just can’t get enough of. I actually find myself singing “I’m defying gravity!” as drive my 98 Jetta while simultaneously believing that it will magically take off from the Earth in beautiful song. I know it’s not as cool as witch and her broom stick, but hey…can’t a guy dream?

3. Tabatha’s Salon Takeover
Tabatha is the drill-sergeant of hair stylists. By her own admittance, she’s the best…and her show is just flat out entertaining. She walks in the salons, tells everyone they stink at their jobs (in an Australian accent), shows people how to do hair and run a salon, makes the salon owners actually show some leadership, remodels the salons and in a weeks time the bad stylists are out, the good stylists are in, and everyone is happy. Well, then of course she comes back six weeks later to make sure they haven’t messed it all up again. It’s a great show. Postmodernists probably hate this show because she tells people when they’re wrong and that’s why I love it. Sure, I know it’s about hair styling and everything, but I’m totally into it. The truth is, I work for Paul Mitchell. No, I don’t cut and style hair, but I have an ever growing appreciation for what stylists do and Tabatha is there to make sure they keep doing it… and as my mom would say “You go girl.”

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“This Starbucks Is Closed”



This Starbucks Is Closed, originally uploaded by shaycam.

Quite literally another sign of the times. Just thought I’d share with you all that as Starbucks promised, the 600+ stores are quietly starting to close. Funny thing: even as Starbucks closes stores, it looks like Dunkin’ Donuts is trying to steal some customers with websites like this called “Dunkin’ Beat Starbucks“… classy.

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Love Covers Me


Every so often I find myself overwhelmed by God’s grace in my life. Sometimes they are small things, but when I start thinking about my whole life and I look back and see how God has used so many people and so many situations to make me the man He wants me to be–I get overwhelmed emotionally. Today I came across some photos of my home church of which I’m not in or anything, yet as I looked at them I began to weep. There are photos of young people painting houses for “Neighborhood Impact Paint Day!” and other images of church BBQ’s and game days. And I was reminded of the place where God first showed me the Truth of the Gospel I couldn’t help–and still can’t–but be amazed and simply overwhelmed by His good grace.

I need to look back a lot. It’s not that I don’t see God doing amazing things in my life today, because He is and has, but I need to look back and remember how far God has brought me and cared for me so I don’t get prideful. It’s so simple for me to get caught in the trap of thinking that I did anything to deserve the life God has provided or that I should get any glory for His work. The truth is, apart from His grace–I’m just another lost sinner in need of a Savior. Apart from His plan, His sovereign will, His work, His love–I am nothing. Even coming to Salvation wasn’t something I did, it was a gift given to me by Him and I am eternally grateful. That’s all for today.

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My Butterfly



My Butterfly, originally uploaded by shaycam.

I couldn’t help it–I had to blog this. We spent all of Saturday in downtown L.A. shooting with our friends and I loved this shot of Bethany and her butterfly wings. Sometimes street art can be beautiful and this my friends is one of those times.

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Another Way To See a Pumpkin



Another Way To See a Pumpkin, originally uploaded by shaycam.

We went on our annual trip to the pumpkin patch over the weekend with our friends. It was a perfect Fall day: 65 degrees with overcast skies and a little bit of rain. But as usual, we’re back in the 90’s this week…. just another California day I guess.

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Free Music From Phil Wickham


I posted a while back about a song by Phil Wickham that I love and today I found out he’s giving away his new live album for free! Be sure and check out evadethenoise.com for the download link a little blurb I wrote. Gotta love free stuff!

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It Might Be Fading But We Remember

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It’s impossible for me to not think back to September 11, 2001 when this day comes around each year. What’s sad is it has almost become a cliché to talk or write or talk about it each year. I even hesitated writing this today because I fear of adding to the cliché, but I just don’t understand that. I know the horrible things that happened are now seven years in the past, but many people have strong memories of that day, myself included, because of the fear it struck in the heart of Americans. The kind of fear that makes people question things like safety, security, innocence, evil, eternal life, etc. It’s also the kind of fear that makes you remember. Similar to the way a person remembers vividly things from their childhood. Something so scary happened that it has been engraved in their memory, like a childhood nightmare or the first scary movie they saw–they can remember them like they happened yesterday and we can recall those kind of memories with strong detail.

Now here I am, seven years down the road and I’ve found myself thinking back to the phone call I got from my dad waking me up and telling me to turn the radio on (we didn’t have a TV) and it was the second day of my senior year of high school. After waking my mom up and getting the radio on we just started listening to what was unfolding. Without a TV, I don’t think I really fully grasped what was going on. I knew what the World Trade Center was since I had just physically seen them a few months earlier on my senior trip, but I can’t say I understood what was happening. Needless to say, I remember exactly what I was doing and where I was. My memories are recorded clearly on the film reel of my brain and there’s really no way to throw it out.

But what has happened with 9/11 is it has become such a political buzzword that we’ve forgotten what really happened. In fact, TV stations are told not to play the footage which aired all day back in 2001. I understand why they would do that. In respect to the families and those who died that day, it’s just the right thing for them to do. But Bethany and I just finished watching “102 Minutes That Changed America” on the History channel and it’s even more clear how much we have forgotten as a country. The show is real time, unedited footage (both professional and amateur) of everything that happened from the time the first plane hit until the collapse of the second tower. I haven’t watched a lot of the footage of 9/11 since 2001 and I can honestly say it was shocking. What was especially interesting was the way that people were feeling and reacting as everything was going on. People were scared, outraged, angry, and they were panicked. Some didn’t know what to think, but they all knew that something unlike this had ever really happened before.

As we watched, both Bethany and myself couldn’t help but think about eternal things. About a year and half after 9/11 we both went to New York on a missions trip together. Our team had the opportunity to meet and interact with people and families who had loved ones that died on 9/11. We were even able to go down to Ground Zero and see the hole in the ground as well as the memory board of faces, names, and letters to families and friends. During our time there the missions leader that lived and worked in New York for many years told us that he had never experienced a more open city to the Gospel. People needed answers and him and his church were there to tell them about the Lord Jesus Christ. People were now thinking about life after death and the missions workers and churches were there to tell them about eternal life with Christ. We too had that privilege to stand on the streets and tell people the Good News of Christ and the free gift of salvation only He can provide. He was the answer to their fear. He was the reason not to fear! Oh that the Lord would continue to turn around what man meant for evil for His glory. Oh that people would be reminded that there is more to this life then just this day and this world and that a loving Savior awaits to see them turn to Him. There is nothing to fear in the arms of the Savior! I thank the Lord today that I have been reminded of these things and pray that God would use this reminder for His glory.

Here’s a random sampling of what people remember seven years ago on September 11th (via Twitter):

I remember getting home, turning on the tv to make sure it was real. I then called Mum, then Paige and finally Carla.” – Lauren

…I was at work out in Vienna, but I remember taking the Metro back to Courthouse and it being a ghost town. Creepy. – Jeff

I remember watching the planes crash into the world trade center standing in my college dining room. – blandnewspigot

7 yrs ago wife called to say, plane hit WTC. I put on the TV. While on phone, saw another one hit. Can still remember feeling in stomach. – jchasin

“I was in advanced algebra, and I remember someone from the office coming and and demanding that we not turn the TV on, so we did.” – Shauna

“I remember when I heard of the first plane hit. Thought they were talking about a movie the way they were decribing it on radio.” – Packard

“I remember the surrealness of waking up to newsradio that a plane had hit the WTC. Then getting out of bed and turning on the TV.” – Jim

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Father



As Big As You, originally uploaded by shaycam.

I took this photo last night of a friends brand new baby. It is the hand of a one-day-old child holding his father’s index finger.

Sometimes the photos I take can say more than I can write. It’s not that I think I’m some kind of amazing photographer, but sometimes God allows me to see something that makes me speechless. This is one of those times…

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Up, Up, and Away

The Great Northwest
The Great Northwest

As I write this it’s 3:45am…. yes, I said AM!

We’re off to be with family in the Great Northwest so I thought I’d leave you with the above photo. It’s a shot I took from a plane of Mt. Rainier. If there’s one thing that defines the great state of Washington, it’s that mountain. They’re hard core about their mountains up there… bunch of mountain snobs.

That’s all from me… have a great Labor Day Weekend.

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The Aliens Are After Us

The Aliens Are After Us

Last night I had a strange dream. I stole a car from a high school friend–actually it was his dad’s car. I then proceeded to drive as fast as I could towards the nearest freeway entrance as an escape route. Everything seemed to be going great–no traffic (which is rare in L.A.) and the entrance was a straight downhill slope, just perfect for my needs. At first the entrance looked normal, but as soon as I made a right turn to jump on it, the road turned to rocks. These weren’t just little pebbles, these were boulders. Of course this piece of junk Oldsmobile bottomed out and there I was stuck on four or five large rocks not about to go anywhere. I’m pretty sure these things just popped up right out of the ground, because I’m telling you–I might be dumb enough to steal a friends car, but I’m not dumb enough to drive it over the Rocky mountains overpass. So after getting my bearings back I figured I’d unbuckle and get out the heck out of there. But unfortunately, that’s not where it ended.

Lately I’ve been having some really odd dreams, but it’s not just the dreams that are odd–it’s what I’m doing in real life while my imagination is out of control. In the past two weeks I have woken Bethany and myself up three times because I’m audibly proclaiming these dreams. No, I’m not speaking full sentences, I’m just basically yelling. The first two times it happened I remember just wanting out of my dream, so I thought I’d yell. I guess they were more like nightmares, but I don’t remember them like the one I had last night… which is where we left off.

After I unbuckled to get out of the car that I had just destroyed, I turned to open the door and BAM!…some crazy grandma lady was all up in my window yelling and screaming. I vaguely remember her wearing a muumuu and being of Asian decent, but don’t quote me on that. I guess she wasn’t happy that I was now blocking the entrance to the freeway and when you’re in L.A., that’s just not cool–not even for grandmas. And that’s when I start yelling really loud. I mean, c’mon–how would you react if some wild women was trying to attack you? It freaked me out! Thankfully, I woke my wife up with my audibles and she was able to wake me up before things got out of hand.

Don’t ask me where I get this stuff. I promise I’m not watching late night Sci-Fi or fighting with any of the many grandmas here in the old folks home where we live. But I am starting to worry that my reactions are going to escalate and freak my wife out more than I already have. So if you see Bethany around you can joke and laugh about my strangeness, but be sure and give her a nice hug and reassure that’s she doing the right thing by waking me up.