Wonka Was Right

Remember how in the original Willy Wonka movie he kept saying, "So much time so little to do!  Strike that.  Reverse it?" 
Well if not...he totally did. 
People (and preachers) usually like to say that, "We have so little time on this earth, so we should make every moment count!"  I gotta be honest with y'all.  When we really think about it, this is kinda wrong.  Sure, we have a ridiculously small time on earth...when you compare it to eternity!  But when we consider just plain averages, we see that we're doing pretty good.  The life expectancy for people in America is something like 150 years [citation needed].  We have quite a bit of time to do whatever we want with it.  If that weren't true, then why do you think we have 300 tv channels with 24 hours of crap programming just to fill our boring lives, especially when you consider that half of these shows are made up of watching other people's boring lives? 
We have an insane amount of time.  Not that we're promised all of it, mind you, but if all of us just live to the average life expectancy, we can expect to lead long and (questionably) fulfilling lives.  The problem seems to be, however, that we have so much time and little to do!  (See, told you he was right)  So some people go to work.  I guess they've gotten used to eating.  And so have their kids.  Some people go to school so they can learn and then one day go to work.  At this point, most of them aren't all that used to eating quite yet.  Some people meditate.  Others just watch wrestling and women's football (yes, it's a thing).  So many options! 
Now let me ask you a question.  When you were a kid and you wanted to go stay over at your friend's house for the night, how did you ask your parents?  Let me take a guess, here.  I'll bet 9/10 (conservative estimate) of you would have said, "Mom?  Dad?  Can I go spend the night at Jenny's?"  If you were a little boy, this question probably got a no.  If you were 15, it probably got you grounded.  And what did you do this weekend?  "I spent this weekend watching football?"  If you had one day left to live, what would you do?  "I'd spend time with the people I love...and write an angry letter to CBS for cancelling 'The Unit' in the fourth season." 
We have this concept that "spending time" is how we're supposed to look at our lives.  I had a Sunday School teacher once ask us how we would spend $86,400 in a single day if we had to, and there was no saving allowed.  The general conceit of the question was that there are 86,400 seconds in a day and that we should plan to spend them all wisely.  It was a great question and provided some real thought, but there's that nagging concept again.  That we should spend our time like a thing we're given and just have to throw away on junk food and bad movies (which is exactly how I like to spend my Saturday nights, oddly enough). 
In Ephesians 5, the same chapter responsible for bringing us the question, "What's the wise thing to do?" we see someone offer a slightly different concept of time.  Of our time.

Ephesians 5:15-16 (NKJV)

See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, for the days are evil.

What's this?  We have to...redeem...the time?  We can't just spend it?  There's this natural conflict at work between redeeming and spending.  If I give you $500, you can just go off and do whatever you want with it.  Sounds nice, right?  But what if I give you a ticket good for $500 no questions asked?  You could just walk up to any bank and hand it to them.  What's the difference here?  Is the end result any different?  Just what's the big idea? 
If I give you $500 (and don't hold your breath), you've got all this money right there in your hand.  Piece of cake.  Just run off and spend it however you wish because it's good for anything.  But if I give you a ticket worth $500 at a cash register, how much good does that do you?  Can you give that ticket to your grocer and ask for change?  No.  You've gotta go and redeem that ticket first.  What you've been given is inherently worthless.  It means absolutely nothing until you get it redeemed.  Until you take that meaningless paper and turn it into something of value. 
That is the difference between how we view time and how scripture viewed time.  How God views time.  Some translations, the NLT for instance, translate this particular phrase "redeem the time" as "Make the most of every opportunity.." because that is what it truly means to redeem the time.  It's like we've been given something that is inherently of no good to anyone.  However, with that gift of time, we have the immense opportunity to make something beautiful.  Something valuable.  We can take what is given us and give it back to God, or the people around us, and even ourselves, as something that will actually be worthwhile.  If you really want to know what a man is all about, give him 24 hours.  Give him a day off to use however he sees fit.  What he does with that time is perhaps the most telling indicator of what kind of man he is.  You can tell what kinds of things are important to him and what people he sees worth being around.  You can tell what kind of civic or social responsibility he feels.  Does this man understand the value of time? 
We have been given the chance to use our vast allotment of time in whatever manner we choose.  Shall we spend it?  Or shall we redeem it?  We must take control of the hours and redeem them for noble and worthy purposes.  We cannot squander the time we are given when there is still so much to be done and so many ways we can redeem our time that will improve this world and will glorify the Kingdom of God. 
Now today is Labor Day, so feel free to spend it relaxing and preparing for a week of hard work.  Watch some movies on TBS/Peachtree TV, they put good stuff on today.  Grill out and eat some burgers.  But as you rest up for the days to come, don't forget to redeem the time with family and loved ones around you.  Consider how you might redeem the week ahead.  Think of ways to redeem your time otherwise spent wasting away in languid boredom. 
There is not a single day that comes with the promise of being worthwhile.  We are given so much time on this Earth that every second we spend wondering what to do or not caring about what we do is another minute we could have redeemed making this world a better place, help the people around us, or just help ourselves to live better, more meaningful and useful lives.  And when we really think about it, we're kind of fools to spend our time wasting such a magnificent gift that we've been blessed with. 
And with every hour we've already spent on this earth, maybe it's time to redeem some.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Adam Wynn likes to spend his time making people think about words they probably don't fully comprehend, like "redeem."  When he's not doing this, he works as an intern at the Baptist Collegiate Ministries at Georgia State University in Atlanta, Georgia.  And other times he spends less time by typing abbreviations.  He is the author of the wildly popular, as of yet unpublished novel, Will Baker is Dead.  In case you weren't sure, it's about someone dying.  He also has to keep his emotional complexes in check by reading nice comments from the blogosphere and shunning individuals who deign to question his literary and meta-literary (?) genius.  You can follow him on Twitter (but not in real life) at @42Cobras or find him on Facebook (but not at work/home) as Adam Wynn, in case you happened to miss the obvious conclusion of such circumstances.  His Alma Mater is the University of Georgia (Go Dawgs) in Athens, he is from Dacula, Georgia, and currently lives in Atlanta.  He's also grown rather fond of Rome, GA and a lovely young lady who lives there (Ivey shout-out).  If you want to buy his book, write your congressman and tell them to write their lawyers to write their literary agent friends they made fun of in law school and get them to represent it. 

A Dream Worth Failing At

"What would you strive to do if you knew you could not fail?"

That's easy.  World domination.
I mean seriously.  Why not?  If you can't fail, go for it!  After all, isn't that the dream at the heart of all man's accomplishments?  To truly own the world?  I think so.  So yeah.  If I couldn't fail, I would achieve world domination.  Why?  Because I can.  What more do you need?  Logic?
But here's the question.  Why don't more people actually try this?  It's been a while since anyone really put any effort into world domination, and I'm pretty sure they were a dirty, dirty communist (Gorbachev was a sneak).  We used to see it all the time.  From the Khans of Mongol fame to the Romans and Alexander the Great.  Then in the modern era you saw men like Napoleon and Hitler and Stalin.  We often consider these men horrible for what they did (and rightfully so), but you can't say they didn't go for it (or at least Napoleon, because I really don't want to heap any praise on Hitler or Stalin).  So if the answer to this question is so obvious, why is it then that nobody really ever tries anymore?
The answer is quite simple, really, and we've already proven it above.  What do we think of those three men who tried to dominate the world?  We think of them as tyrants.  As evil men.  And for the most part, we only remember them for their drastic failure.  Because when it comes to great feats such as world domination, failure is not just an option, but it is an option with near eternal consequences.  If you fail at it, you tank.  Napoleon is mostly remembered for "Waterloo."  Hitler is remembered as the man who killed six million Jews and killed himself in a bunker to escape justice.  Stalin...well, he tends to get off easy in history, but we'll just assume people mock him for dying of natural causes while only being the dictator of the largest country in the world (by area) and not the rest of it as a whole.  They failed, and they are mocked for it.

But if they had succeeded!  Imagine how these conversations would go these days.  We could all be speaking French and enjoying great coffee or the world's finest pastries.  Or we could all be speaking German and enjoying leiderhosen.  Or...people would just say, "то был такой позор, что Сталин умер вскоре после завоевания мира, а невосходящие к бессмертию, как мы ожидали."  (Just like that)  

My point, you may ask?  Here it is.  That question that people like to tout as so inspirational?  It's crap.  It means nothing.  Obviously, if you could not fail at whatever task you took to, you would take to the greatest undertaking possible.  Obviously.  The real question, I tell you, is what will you do knowing that failure is always looming?  (And you can read it in English)  Sure.  World domination could be fun.  However, I'm not gonna try it simply because I do not want to be hanged for treason.  That thought does not appeal to me very much.  It's not worth it.  I will, however, keep trying other things.  I am all about writing me some books.  I am all about that.  I know I may never reach my goal of being a published author (this doesn't count), but I am still going to try because even at the risk of utter failure, I could not tolerate myself knowing I did not try.  This task, to me, is worth failing.  It is worth taking a big fat "swing and a miss" if that is what is to become of me.  And who knows?  I might just succeed.  

What do you find worth failing at?  That is what I want you to ask yourself right now.  What would you do anyway knowing that failure is the only possible outcome?  What calling, or what cause, is noble enough that it would merit your life's sacrifice knowing that you would never fully succeed?  Because this is what charities are.  The world will always have its poor and its hungry.  We will not end these things.  As long as this world turns, there will always be death.  And sickness.  We cannot win that fight.  Still, are these not great battles worth undertaking?  Worth trying to fight?  I think so.  

It is easy for us to say that we would cure cancer or end child prostitution if we knew success was inevitable. Yet the real way to measure the mettle of a man or woman is to see if they are willing and able to fight this fight even though it will never end.  Even if failure is the only way it will end, ultimately, they will take that mantle upon their own shoulders.  

As Christians, we are tasked with delivering the Gospel to all corners of the world to all people.  It is our calling to bring the people of this world to Christ.  The problem is that we will fail.  There are going to be people in this world who do not hear the call on their life.  Scripture tells us this.  It is a perpetually losing battle.  There is no way that all people will come to a relationship in Christ.  It doesn't mean that the ones who do are not worth it, however, that is not what I am saying.  Any man or woman who comes to salvation through Jesus Christ is a cherished soul.  But so to are the ones who never will, and that is what makes it tragic.  

Now I don't want to completely take focus away from the personal aspect of all this with the global and the grand, but they are not so greatly separated.  We all have personal goals that are likely to yield nothing but failure.  Okay.  Let's try to make it work.  As citizens of this world, we have a responsibility to care for the impoverished and the hurting.  Although we can never end their suffering on the whole, we must try to do what we can.  As members of the body of Christ, we have our own impossible mission that is well worth the task.  Accepting a challenge is easy when the outcome is certain success.  It is by definition no longer a challenge.  The hardest mantle to take on is the one we will never complete, but there is honor in the fight.  There is pride in knowing that we have accepted the fight against failure, and we have deemed failure worth our efforts.  I encourage you today to take on something that you may very well fail, but do so knowing that your trial is not wasted.  The only failure which is unacceptable is the one we do not strive against.  

Et si vos es curiosus, si sum vincere mundum, vos omnes latine loqui. Donecsollicitudin nunc.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Adam Wynn is the author of 42Cobras Publishing (what you just read) and the still sorta-kinda not finished internet novel Will Baker is Dead, originally published by 42Cobras Publishing (what you just read).  When he is not out tackling the world's failures, Adam works as the intern at Georgia State University's very own Baptist Collegiate Ministries and he lives in a National Park.  In case you were curious, this does not make him a Park Ranger, although he is still fighting the Park Services ruling on that matter.  He is a two-time graduate of the University of Georgia with degrees in English and English Education, meaning you have no right to question his grammar or spelling or lifestyle.  He speaks English gooder'n you and has the paper to prove it.  Twice.  He enjoys Braves Baseball, Georgia Football, and The Eton Wall Game, all while speaking in third person.  You enjoy second person.  

The Wisdom of Solomon (or his advisor)

"It All Ends...7/15"

That's right folks.  The night that many of us have waited for since the very first Harry Potter movie was even optioned has come.  And passed (but we'll get to that later).  On July 15th, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 was released in theatres.  It was the end of an era.  If you're connected to anything resembling a social network like Facebook or Twitter (The verdict is still out on Google Plus...or + if you prefer), then you undoubtedly know what people's opinions of the franchise are.  If you're a fan (read: most of you born between 1985 and 2002 with a few of the older generations), then you've probably welcomed this occurrence with lamenting joy, relishing every last frame on screen as a cherished lunch date with a close friend moving away.  Sure you can e-mail them, call them, and revisit the memories, but there will never again be an encounter like this one.  If you're a dirty, filthy muggle (if you don't get it...it means you), then you're probably glad it's all coming to an end.  And you've probably been very vocal about this fact all over the Googleverse (the internet's new name a la Google's inevitable takeover).
Some people cried when it was over.  Some people sat in silent disbelief, just realizing the inevitability that had never occurred to them prior.  For me, it was a special moment.  Not quite as special as when I finished reading the books, a whole month's work of reading and a life goal realized, but it was still special.  I even managed to slip a finger up and whisper, softly under my breath, "Mischief managed," just like a truly devoted and mildly emotional fanboy.
It seems rare that we get to experience such a powerful conclusion all as one unified body.  The fans of Harry Potter have all shared this journey from the beginning to the end, and though we have all realized our internalized feelings in a different way, we have all experienced this incredible and fitting conclusion (except for one annoying and unnecessary change right at the end, but that's another matter entirely) together.
And I think that makes it more powerful.  Let's look at it this way.  I can only think of three book series that I have read start to finish, those being Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and the Hunger Games series.  Now these are all three fairly popular, but I only know a few other people that have read the last two with me (TLN, holla...again!).  But since neither of the other two were as widely known as Harry Potter, the endings still seemed less permanent.  They seemed less important.  Now fans, don't get me wrong.  I loved the conclusions of each (although the Percy Jackson series is far from over, really, since Riordan has started two more series, and Hunger Games will be getting the film treatment soon), but none of them seemed as powerful, just because it was much less of a shared experience.
And let's be honest here.  That's part of where the power comes from.  So many of us are experiencing this same conclusion that we have a very palpable understanding of what is happening.  This is 10 years (or more) of our childhoods' gone.  A fact that has been real and impending for so long is now invalid.  There will be no more Harry Potter, aside from the rather fetishist realm of fan-fiction (which I do not encourage you to explore, folks).
It's times like this that make us really understand just how visceral and illuminating the end of things can be.  And so often, we just let them pass by without a real commemoration.  I mean, our lives aren't like movies, are they?  How many of you graduated from high school or college just to see everything fade to black over a touching musical number by Matchbox 20 or Train?  None of us.  It just happened.  Then we moved on.  Some of us went to graduation parties.  When I graduated from college (the first time), I just went to dinner with my family, took some pictures under the Arch (NOT ARCHES!), and went about rearranging the furniture in the East Campus apartment I would now have all to myself for summer classes (TLN-less, holla?).  Sure, I thought about it, and I even performed a few symbolic gestures like the turning of the tassel and, again, walking under the Arch for the first time.  But then life continued.  It seemed like the next day really kept me from dwelling on the importance of the one before.
But is that a good thing or a bad thing?  I mean, sure.  Every day the sun sets.  And every day, the sun rises.  That's the way it is.  We experience things like this all the time.  But do we ever stop to really think about what it means?  Or more importantly, do we ever stop to think about the end when we begin?
My mother has been a teacher or administrator in the Gwinnett County Public School system for over 30 years.  Or should I say, "had been."  This past week, she realized a dream her whole life time in the making.  Her career, which includes no fewer than 10,000 people's lives directly, a Teacher of the Year acknowledgement for her time at Dacula Middle School, the creation of an entire department at the Middle School (even if it was careers and everyone hated it...sorry), and countless other honors and accolades and achievements, finally culminated in her well deserved retirement.  I was with her on Thursday afternoon as we finished packing up 30 years of history and acquirement.  I don't mean to embarrass the lady, but she cried a little.  There were some special moments for her and for me.  She told me stories of the past that were no doubt brought on by the things she packed away in undeserving corrugated cardboard.  I can't imagine what this moment was like for her.  Retirement of any kind is an important step, especially when it involves leaving a job that has been so fulfilling and rewarding for so long.
But I was the last one out her door.  I jokingly commented at the time how I had accidentally taken her symbolic moment, but I felt bad about it.  I couldn't help but think back to Mr. Feeney walking out the door on Boy Meets World all those years ago, with a dolorous and joyful, "Class dismissed."  And I had taken that opportunity from her.  In my mind, I pictured this moment as her walking out, turning out the lights, her silhouette turning back to admire the office that embodied her final position as an educator, and closing the door one last time.  It was to be the symbolic moment of a lifetime.  It was an action that she had performed hundreds, maybe thousands of times, with little or no thought.  But this one last time, this was her symbolic moment.
My more regular and astute readers will remember an anecdote I shared from my student teaching experiences.  I was sitting in Chad Mozley's room at Grayson High School during pre-planning for the second semester when another teacher came in.  This lady had been Chad's mentor teacher during his student teaching, and she had also been his inspiration to become a teacher as she was his English teacher in HS.  They had a beautiful relationship that I greatly envied and marveled at.  This was, sadly, to be her last day at Grayson.  She had been asked to retire and did so, leaving the school short one irreplaceable English teacher first thing January.  On her last moment in Chad's room, she came to bring him some of her old things that he could have.  Their final exchange as colleagues, which I was unbelievably blessed to witness, went like this:
Chad: "Thank you."
Mrs. W: "Bye."
That was it.  Three words total.  But behind these three words, and if you were there you'd have no problem seeing it, was the summation of an entire career, and a friendship.  It wasn't just a picture or two that Chad was thanking her for, but all the lessons that he had been taught about books, literature, words,  teaching, and blessed life altogether.  And it wasn't the usual goodbye that she offered him, walking out the door to her car to go home for the evening, but it was the goodbye that you'd give someone if you had to put every experience you'd ever shared into a single word.  That was one ending that I couldn't help but to admire, to envy, and even to mourn.
What is the point in all of this?  And what's the point in that little title you see up above (quick, go take a moment to check it out)?  One more story...
The famous King Solomon, as the non-canonical (read: made-up) story goes, asked one of his advisors for a ring bearing an inscription that would fit in all scenarios and situations, whether promising or lean.  When the tide of the battle was in your favor, it would fit.  When the plagues of Egypt stood at your door, it would fit.  The advisor went and thought, presumably hating his life since he was supposed to come up with something so incredibly wise and impressive that not even the borderline oracle Solomon could come up with it.  He returned a while later, probably just coming off of his caffeine high or whatever stimulant the ancient Hebrews used to "be wise" and pull all-nighters, with a ring that simply said: "This, too, shall pass."  Solomon, they say, was so impressed that he granted this man the privilege of hosting his own reality show (Hey, it's non-canonical, so...).
The fact of the matter is that there is nothing under the Sun that will last forever.  In fact, that includes the Sun.  It is an unavoidable fact that all things will end, eternity aside, but we're not going to give any time to that one catch-all exception.
What do we do with this?  For what reason have I forced you to do all of this reading?  Well that answer is two-fold.  The easy answer is that I am in fact a blow-hard who considers himself a writer, thus I get a real kick out of making you read what I have to say.  The harder answer is that I really wanted to drive home the reality of this fact using some touching and true to life examples (okay, so 2 out of 3 isn't bad).
So, take advantage!  How different would we act in any given situation if we considered the ending?  In the earth-shattering, paradigm-shifting book, 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, Mr. Covey tells us to "Begin with the end in mind."  As Nicolas Cage would say in that movie where they're on Alcatraz, "simple but elegant." (Albeit, this is much less deadly than a string-of-pearls configuration of VX nerve gas, so take it for what it's worth)
How different would we act in any given situation if we consciously thought of how that moment would end in the future?  Would we enjoy each conversation more?  Would we speak more kindly to those around us?  Would we spend less time wishing that the moment would just pass?  How does this effect our perception of the bad in life? the good in life?  And we can't just begin with the end in mind.  What if every moment, we considered the ending?  I don't mean for us to wallow in self-pity when we consider that none of the joys of this life are permanent, nor do I suggest that we forget to grieve just because the pain will pass.
There is such a precarious balance at work between considering the end and considering the moment.  But we must find it.  I'm on vacation with my family right now.  On the one hand, I can't wait to get home and see Ivey again.  On the other, I am enjoying my time at the beach and at the pool with family.  In a few days, this trip will be over.  So I should enjoy it.  At the same time, in a few days, I will get to spend time with Ivey again.  So I shouldn't wish away the time I have here, because this too shall pass.  But when I walk out the door of this place, I will turn around and give the condo a glance, tasting one last time the essence of vacation.  As we drive over the bridge over the Intercoastal Waterway, I will take a moment to look back at the condo and smile.  I will enjoy my symbolic moment, because I can, even if that means fabricating one.
Now I can't be the only person that these symbolic moments matter to, but if I am, I encourage you to give them a try.  If nothing else, it might help you keep the end in mind.  If you have this watershed action to look forward to, then you'll consider the time when the end will come.  And it will give you something to look forward to at the end.
For those of you who know the Harry Potter series (and I'm going to try and avoid any spoilers here, so read without fear if you're not familiar), you know that Harry has a pretty heavy symbolic moment towards the end of the movie, a moment that he's been preparing for his whole life, a moment that he had been quite literally living for.  For those of you who don't know the series...it's a pretty big deal and pretty well illustrates the idea I'm getting at here.  So you're just plain out of luck.  Sorry.
Again I tell you, embrace these symbolic moments.  Cherish them, plan them even.  Whatever it takes for us to consider the ending we are headed for, in any given situation, I say we grab onto it with a voracious vice-grip, unyielding to the desire to act purely on impulse.  Cling to the undying truth, this one truth that is also subject to itself, that this too shall pass.  Arm yourself with this knowledge, and when you reach that end, take a moment to consider what is behind.  Although you may never get it back, look forward with joy at what is ahead.  But don't spend too long looking ahead, or you just might miss it.  And don't spend too long on your symbolic moments.  Because this too, even this, shall pass.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Adam Wynn is author of the as-of-yet-unpublished internet novel Will Baker is Dead.  When he is not busy being somewhat melodramatic, unnecessarily symbolic, and speaking in third person, Adam enjoys whittling tribal spears of the Amazon and watching movies.  These two are, in fact, not mutually exclusive activities.  He also spends time on the Twitterverse (@42Cobras) and is printed all over the Facebook (Adam Wynn...duh).  He enjoys Georgia Football (and other sports, but mostly football) and Gladiators Hockey (stupid Winnipeg).  He also has plans to blog somewhat more frequently in the future, although that promise is unlikely to come to fruition, just as all the other times he promised to blog more (namely this almost passed summer).  He is unmarried and has no children, but that you probably already knew.  One of Adam's favorite hobbies is inserting parenthetical jokes into his work (like this one, except generally more humorous).  He also really loves it when people comment on his work, as Adam has a fragile ego and really thrives on compliments.  Conversely, he dies a little inside with anything resembling a critique, so unless you have murderous tendencies, please leave those out.  Starting in August, he will be the intern for Georgia State's Baptist Collegiate Ministries.  He looks forward to your visits.  Unless you don't bring food.  

What I (Will Have) Did This Summer

Okay.  So I have been reading this book of Lovecraft off-an-on for over two months now and I just recently got to what I really wanted, the humble yet utterly horrifying beginnings of the Cthulhu mythology.  You must understand how frustrating it was for me to sit and read the 200 pages of stuff leading up to this, especially when you take into account that he is incredibly verbose.  I mean, Lovecraft is an intense writer with some prosaic (read: really tough) prose.  But it took me quite some time, and I was rather ready to finally read the words, "Cthulhu R'lyeh" when they came up (although I had some understandable trouble pronouncing them).  

Now I don't expect you to feel sorry for me.  And if you do, don't.  After all, I have had nothing but time since graduation in December.  Sure, I had a few obligations and such, things I had to do and just couldn't sluff off, but that took up no more than 5% of my time over the last five months.  Couldn't be any more than that.  The rest of that time was me sitting at home watching tv with my family, hanging out with friends in Athens (TLN, holla!), or just generally oversleeping.  

By this point I have successfully translated all of your pity into loathing, to which I say, "Mission Accomplished!" Because here is the point I am getting at:  

I AM SORRY!

(Hope the flash helps bring to light my obvious sincerity)
But seriously.  I am sorry.  I told you all (hey guys) a few weeks ago that I would be shortly preparing to post the conclusion to "Will Baker is Dead," and I still have not done that.  Of course, most of you will just tell me that you don't have the time to read it right now anyway, but your lack of enthusiasm and general concern is no excuse for laziness on my part!  I said I would do it, and I shall...soon.
Seriously, though, I plan on releasing the final chapters in the coming weeks after I have edited them.  And I will start this Friday.  My goal is to be ready for a new Summer Serial by the first Friday in June!  Yes, I'm sticking to that format again.  I like it and it worked pretty well for me last Summer, so why not?  Every Friday until August (Four in June and five in July), I will be releasing to you a new chapter of my newest Summer Serial: TBA.
Aye, that is the rub.  I haven't the foggiest idea what to write for you all this Summer.  It makes me sad, really.  Not that I don't have ideas I've been wanting to work on, but I don't have any that I think work well for this format.  But I want to do another one because it worked.  I had great success in actually consistently working last Summer, and I would very much like to experience that again.  So, this is where a little "Reader Response" comes in to play.  Tell me what you want to read.  What sorts of things do you enjoy reading during the Summer?  What stories do you want to hear?  I can't promise you that I'll cater to your every whim and fancy: I do have principles.  But I think your input and your ideas will help me winnow through some of the ideas I have floating around in the background.  I want to know what you want to hear.  And no, I am not above just giving you what you want to hear.  In this case.
So let me know!  Fill my inbox, leave some comments, for Heaven's sake, Tweet me!  I don't care how you do it, just let me know what you want to read for a Summer Serial in 2011.  June and July could be great, nay, watershed months for literature if you let them.  So tell me, and let yourself let me let you enjoy the great literature that you let me let you read.  Because it's coming.  I promise.
Also, I haven't been very good at general blogging lately.  Aside from the fiction I want to provide you with soon, I also want to get back to some all-around good natured, "Well let me tell you what I think..." writing.  You don't get enough of that these days, whether it be from me or from some freckle-faced kid with a shaggy haircut and a trendy gray laptop.  So I want to give you more of it!  My goal before has always been to post at least once a month (HINT: I failed in Jan. and April), so let's up the ante.  Now, fiction aside, I am going to post for you guys at least once a week.  Maybe.  If I can.  We'll see.  Let's just call it an outside chance, okay?
So there you have it.  My summer plans: write another book (one week at a time for all of you lovely people), write more blogs, and get a wax.  Except I didn't tell you that part before.  I just decided on that one now.
Also, in the time it took me to type the above, I've already gotten a few ideas as to what I want to write for y'all this Summer.  So, if you want your voice to be heard, you better start speaking up soon.  The first Friday in June is only...(leaves to check a calendar)...22 days away (and I'd really like to get started on this thing before then, if you know what I'm saying).

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Adam Wynn is a self-loathing writer who hails from Dacula, GA.  He also likes to speak in the 3rd person when writing unnecessary author's notes such as this.  He is a very social networker, making frequent appearances on Twitter (@42Cobras), Facebook (Adam Wynn), X-Box Live (UGAWynner), Xanga (J146), and MySpace (Kinda Forgot This One).  He is also the author of the "Internet Novel," Will Baker is Dead, which made it's debut on this very blog.  He is also an avid Netflix-er.  Y'know, in case you wanted to know.  

Lawn Maintenance vs. Life Maintenance (or "Why Moses Was Kind of an Idiot")

Ah.  The birds are chirping.  The trees are blooming.  The squirrels have resumed running out into the road.

And the grass is growing.

That's right, what many of you have feared seeing, the grass is growing once more.  Our perennial friend, the green green grass of home, has again started poking it's little verdigris head out of the ground, and it is our job to once a week decapitate the little punks.  And we do it with gusto.  Because we can.  I choose to do it with a John Deere 720 Z Zero-Turn hunk of a lawn tractor (or as I call, "The Pod Racer" as to how similar it is in design to the pod racers of "Phantom Menace" fame/infamy).

Well last week I was out on the Pod Racer cutting the grass when this idea occurred to me.  It went something like this: "You know, I used to hate cutting the grass.  Now, I kinda look forward to getting out here on the Pod Racer.  And I take pride in cutting this grass.  That seems really grown up of me."  It was something like that, except probably less formal and more blurb-esque.

But its true!  I used to absolutely despise cutting the grass.  I would take Dylan Thomas' sagacious advice and rage, rage against the machine (haha) that was the lawnmower.  But I would do it.  Now, ever since I've graduated to the big-boy toy and get to use the riding mower, I've calmed down a bit.  And, as I said earlier, I have even learned to take pride in cutting the grass.  When I finish the job, I look out on it and say, "My, that looks good.  I should do this professionally," and then I kick myself for ever thinking such a fool-hardy thought.

But right now, if you're a regular reader here (in which case I should say hi, two of you), you're asking yourself and me the obvious question.  "Where's the metaphor, Adam?  Where's the brilliant insight you gained from having this mystical thought whilst killing grass?"  And, if you're at least half astute, you'll have noticed what I said in the title.  But if not, here it goes.

When I thought about this transition in my life, this change from the immense hatred I felt for cutting the grass to the newfound joy I have in seeing a lawn well mowed, it occurred to me.  We do that with our lives.  A lot.  When we're kids, we have these grand dreams of what we will accomplish one day and what we can be.  We dream of being astronauts and we dream of being Presidents.  Or someone truly great, like a writer.  We dream of the grand things we will achieve in this world, and we envision the day that this world shivers when it sees us coming, because it knows that something powerful is about to happen.

Then, time goes by, and life falls a little short of our expectations, so we bide our time doing something else.  We bide our time as accountants or lay-people.  Or we take jobs that are not exactly what we envisioned ourselves doing.  We say it will just be a temporary thing until we get our life on the road, or until our ship comes in, which is odd because those are two completely different forms of transportation employed in that there metaphor.

And do we ever break free from the temporary confines of average citizenry?  No.  We find comfort there, and we learn to take pride in our work done.  We start performing life maintenance.  Now I get it, people grow, their dreams change, and they gain responsibilities.  They have to do certain things.  But I have to wonder.  In what order does that happen?  Do our dreams change, leading us to step down out of the batter's box and into the score keeper's booth, or do we accept our place and try to fit our goals to match it?

Now speaking of the title, let me bring up a little fellow named Moses.  Some of you, especially those of you who may have been in my Bible Study groups in the past, are probably familiar with my love for Exodus Ch. 3 and the story of the Burning Bush and God speaking to Moses through it.  Here, we move one chapter to the right and look at Exodus Ch. 4.  This past Wednesday night at "The Loft," Hebron's College and Twenty-Somethings ministry, our college pastor (there's that shout-out you wanted, Rando!) talked a little about this chapter and the lunacy of Moses' response to God.  Let's take a look.

Here is Moses talking to God I AM through flaming shrubbery.  If that alone wasn't awesome enough, God had already told Moses that he was standing on Holy Ground, turned the staff in his hand into a snake, then almost simultaneously struck Moses with leprosy and instantly cured it.  So Moses had seen the Power of God at work before his eyes, as potent and obvious as I'm sure the putrid presence of sheep smell was on Moses' cloak.  Yet look at what he says:

Exodus 4:10-13

But Moses pleaded with the Lord, "O Lord, I'm not very good with words.  I never have been, and I'm not now, even though you have spoken to me.  I get tongue-tied, and my words get tangled."  

11 Then the Lord asked moses, "Who makes a person's mouth?  Who decides whether people speak or do not speak, hear or do not hear, see or do not see?  Is it not I, the Lord?   12 Now go!  I will be with you as you speak, and I will instruct you in what to say."  

13 But Moses again pleaded, "Lord, please!  Send anyone else."

So let me get this straight.  The Voice of God had just literally and audibly (and I guess pyroverbally?) spoken to Moses and told him of the great thing he would do.  There was no question.  God had told Moses exactly what He was going to do through him and how, even going so far as to provide him with miraculous signs to show the people.  And what does Moses do?  He asks God to "Send anyone else."  Moses has spent the last four decades herding sheep up in the mountainous deserts, and he is not interested in taking on this great and wonderful task that God has asked him to do.  He has gotten so comfortable in just maintaining this life that he is not willing to step out and follow the call that God has placed on his life.

And I think we do that all the time.  As Rando said, God has called all of us to do great things.  Have you ever heard the saying, "What would you strive to do if you knew you could not fail?"  When we are acting in accordance with the will of God, moving as He has called us to do, we cannot fail.  And we will not fail.  We will not fail because the God of the universe has willed our actions to success.  God will not call us to do something that we will fail at, because He is calling us to succeed.  He is calling us to fulfill his plans, so why would He want us to fail?  If you still need convincing, look what happened when Moses stepped out and followed God's call.  He lead the people of Israel out of bondage, slavery that they had been kept in for over four-hundred years.  He was the toast of the town (until they got stuck at the river banks and the people doubted him and God again, but that's another story) and he was the heralded man of God.  Heck, we're still talking about him today.  All because he eventually was willing to follow the call that God had placed on him.

So what does this look like for us?  We're not all bound to be famous.  Surely not.  We are not all bound to be great statesmen or voices of healing to the masses.  Some of us will be, yes, and if that is your dream, and if that is the dream to which God is leading you, then my stars, go out and do it.  But if not, what should you do?

The simple answer is that you should seek God's call, and you should seek your heart out for it.  But the more complex answer looks something like this.  I graduated from the University of Georgia with two degrees, one of them in English Education.  For a full academic year, I spent day in and day out with people who dreamed of being HS English teachers.  They knew that they had been called to teach, and they were going to work their tails off to do it.  And they were going to be the best English teachers they could be.  It was their dream. For me, however, it was not.  I won't lie, I eventually came to the point of understanding that I was in that program where I should be, but it was not God's call that I spend my life as an English teacher.  I fully believe that my calling is to write and to let my words reach people and hopefully help them.  Does that mean that my calling is better than theirs?  Or that I am more important than them because I don't plan on teaching?  No.  Those people have dreamed of this day, when they would be called teachers, and they are going to be great.  It is on them to be the best teachers they can be, and they will change lives if they do it.  I did the math, even as an English teacher.  With an average classroom size of 30 students, spending a full 30 year career teaching, you will directly reach over 10,000 students (assuming you're working in a school where you teach five periods a day, as I was at the time).  That doesn't even take into account the other random students you will see on a daily basis but never teach.  With that alone, you have already been in contact for a serious amount of time with as many people as experts say most of us will have as acquaintances in an average lifetime.

But we don't want an average lifetime.  We want a great one.  We want a life where we are reaching people and changing their lives.  We want a lifetime where we are seeing things happen that defy human experience and expectation.  That is what we are to be striving for.  Moses grew up in the seat of royalty, expecting to have influence over countless numbers of people.  In time, however, he gave that dream up for the hills of the desert where he was walking around with sheep all day.  Now I'll admit that God had brought him to this place for a reason, and that Moses was even doing his best with the task God had given him, but it was not where he was supposed to stay.  And when God called him away, Moses was about to give up his true calling to be just another sheep herder.  Do you ever wonder how many chapters of the Bible could have been written about the people God wanted to do things who flaked out on them?  Do you want to other side of Moses' coin, when you have been asked to lead the people out of Egypt?  I sure as heck don't.  I don't want to spend my life knowing that God asked me to do a great work and I instead chose to do an average one.  I am not content with just maintaining, with cutting the grass.  To borrow a quote, I want to live deeply and suck out the marrow of life, if that is what God calls me to do.  I want to soar over the rooftops of the world and sound my barbaric yawp, and do it to the best of my ability as God calls.  I ask you to join me in doing whatever it is God has called you to, and doing it the way that only you can.  With gusto, and with greatness, engage the life God has for you.  Move beyond maintenance and into majesty.

Author's Note: Adam Wynn enjoys staring out into the fog of a mountain morning and sipping warm glasses of sweet tea over hot scrambled eggs breakfast.  He also spends time writing, blogging, and cutting the grass in his Dacula, GA home.  Except for that last one, which he actually does outside of his Dacula, GA home.  He is currently unemployed and spends his time editing the Southern style mystery thriller, Will Baker is Dead, which is available in part on this website.  He also spends the time working on other short stories and looking for work as a writer, a newspaper page designer, coffee barista, or whatever someone feels like paying him to do within reason.  He also tweets and would encourage you to follow him on Twitter at @42Cobras, or you can just connect with him on Facebook  at Adam Wynn (his name, shouldn't be hard to find).  He is a huge Georgia Bulldogs fan, along with most Georgia sports teams including the Braves, Falcons, Thrashers, Gwinnett Gladiators, and the like.  Adam also enjoys answering fan mail, so please feel free to leave messages on the blog saying what you think about it.  Also, please forgive him for typing this note in third person, as it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.  

Analyzing the Practical God (The Faith of Abraham, and What That Was All About)

A few months back, sometime in August I believe it was, I posted an entry about the Patient God.  In there, I promised to come back later with something about another aspect of God that I had grown to fancy, and that was the Practical God.  In that time, this idea of the Practical God has really been at the back of my mind, tickling the Biblical receivers in my brain (hey, I only got a B in Psych 1101, so forgive me if my cranial anatomy is a bit hazy).  Tonight, I am here to talk a little about what I've learned about the Practical God.

The first thing I want to say is that for the last however long that I've been thinking about this idea, I have become more and more convinced that our God is the most practical being in all the Universe.  Some of you may disagree with me, pointing to convoluted ideas in the Bible or complicated signs and wonders you've heard about, but I believe it and will probably keep examining scripture with this mindset for a long time.  Feel free to discuss that with me or leave comments below dis/agreeing with my ideas, either way, but I believe it and will try to convince you.

Now over the past week, my Faith had been tested and shaken.  I was hurting and I was in need of something.  I was in need of a miracle of sorts, and I didn't even know it.  Well as you can no doubt imagine, I received said miracle, and it was much easier to swallow than my last big miracle.  But enough of that.  Something happened that really just got to me and reaffirmed my Faith, reaffirming the notion that my God has my best interest at heart, and that He is there to provide the best possible life for me, His life for me.

I met an old friend of mine for dinner, and in the course of conversation we got caught up on where each other was in life and had been and was going.  We talked about my student teaching experiences and her new job and I just saw how all of these prior experiences in life brought each of us to our present location.  I thought about how these loose connections all came to a point, how they came to this point, and how they will inevitably lead to a prepared and protected future.  I saw how God was with me in a difficult place, how He prepared the way for me at the school last year and had set things up from the beginning.  I saw how God had provided in my friend's life, and how He had brought her to the place she needed to be.  I saw God's plan in perfect hindsight, understanding how and why things had fallen the way they did.

Without going too deep into the details of the thing (because as the saying goes, you just might find the devil there...haha), I came away from this meal with a renewed Faith and a renewed spirit in a time of weakness and doubt.  So, after rocking out on the drive home to my new favorite song of the week, RelientK's "Devestation and Reform" (go look it up right now...or finish reading first, that'd be better) and a resulting Genius playlist, I opened up my Bible App on my phone and went to a reading plan on Faith.

Which, of course, brings me to Abraham.  Now Abraham, as most of you know, was an old man with a very special son.  His son Isaac would go on to be the patriarch of the Jewish nation (and, really, that means Abraham was also the patriarch of the Jewish nation, but let's not split hairs).  Now this one time, God asked Abraham to take his son Isaac and sacrifice him as a burnt offering.  I encourage you to go look this story up, too, in Genesis 22:1-14 (okay, do that one now, I don't mind waiting.

There are a couple of important things to take away from this story.  One of them that often goes overlooked is the fact that God told Abraham to travel to a place that He would determine to sacrifice Isaac.  Let's examine this first.  So Abraham and Isaac travel for three days with a couple servants before God tells Abraham where Isaac is to be sacrificed.  Three days carrying wood and supplies.  Not an easy trek by any means.  Then, when God does show Abraham where to go, it is at the top of a mountain that he then had to climb.  Abraham had to walk with his son up a mountain carrying all this wood (the physical burden he handed to the youthful Isaac) and a torch and knife for sacrificing his beloved child (the emotional and spiritual burden he had to carry himself).  That is not an easy challenge by any stretch of the imagination.  Now Abraham had already heard the command from God to sacrifice his son, so at any point he could have stopped and killed Isaac as commanded.  But it wouldn't have been in the place where God commanded.  And for those of you who know the story, you know how tragic that would have been, because God never wanted Abraham to kill Isaac.  At any point, Abraham could have decided that he had trusted God enough and would not progress in His plan, but would just kill Isaac then and there and follow through half-way.  But he didn't.  He followed God's plan until the end, and both Abraham and Isaac were rewarded for it.

But why?  I can understand you not seeing any practicality in that whatsoever.  You ask, "But Adam.  How is this practical?  Was there not an easier way?"  Let us look, then, at the reason God gave Abraham on the mountain.  Let us examine why it is that God told Abraham He had asked the man to go through with this.  Upon raising the knife to kill Isaac, Abraham heard a voice from The Angel of the Lord speak.

[Gen. 22:12] -NLT-
"Don't lay a hand on the boy!" the angel said.  "Do not hurt him in any way, for now I know that you truly fear God.  You have not withheld from me even your son, your only son." 

The first thing that jumps out at me, now, is the part where God says, "for now I know..."  Can anyone tell me why?  How many of you are familiar with the term, "Omniscience?"  Well, if you took Latin in high school or college, then you should immediately recognize a few things here.  Or, if you took a Bible class or attended Sunday School past the age of 10, you should just know the answer.  Omniscience is essentially knowing everything.  God is omniscient.  So when God says that this event proved Abraham's Faith to Him, how should we really read that?  I mean, God knew.  He absolutely knew what Faith Abraham had in Him.  But see, Abraham did not know.  He was clueless as to the potential for Faith he had, and so God asked him to partake in this impossible journey and commit this unthinkable action.

And even more than teaching Abraham what kind of Faith he had, it also taught him what kind of Faith he could have in God, in a God who will take you so far just to carry you the rest of the way.  Faith in a God who will ask the impossible of you, and then complete the impossible in you and through you.  That is the Faith that Abraham found when God stopped the knife in his hand from falling on Isaac.  That is the Faith that Abraham found at the mountain that people named "Yahweh-Yireh," or "The God Who Provides/God Will Provide."

Have you ever tried to tell someone that they were capable of doing something that they didn't think they were?  Most of us cling to our fears and perceived inadequacies like a wool blanket at a base camp on Mt. Everest.  They protect us from having to deal with the difficulties and responsibilities of pressing on to face the challenges at hand.  But when a person is tricked into realizing their own potential, like that scene in Shrek where the big green guy forces Eddie Murphy's Donkey across a rickety bridge, they are much more likely to realize what they are capable of.  God knows this.  He should.  On top of that handy little omniscience, he created us.  He knows our psyche better than we do (so he would probably have gotten an A in Psych 1101, excepting schools that offer the coveted A+, not that God covets).

And let us not forget, the patient practicality of God, as He did not just up and decide one day to task Abraham with an immense test of Faith.  For years, God had been preparing Abraham for this very moment and this very chore.  God was teaching Abraham and refining his Faith constantly, even through a few key mistakes along the road where Abraham learned that a lack of Faith would be most costly (SEE: Sister/Wife and "Call him Ishmael").  In steps, God showed Abraham the kind of Faith he was capable of, constantly building and improving the man he would ultimately become and the act he would become most famous for.  And this teaching moment was not wasted on an old man, either.  Isaac was present, and you can rest assured that no teaching moment is more permanently ingrained than the one that endangers and, simultaneously, saves your life.

So I pray that as you read this, God will restore your Faith.  Or if need be, He will refine your Faith.  As I tweeted earlier this evening (go follow me now: @42Cobras), "Faith untested is Faith unrefined."  We will face trials and difficult times, and we will often fail.  But, my God is Faithful to bring me through those times, and He will bring me through stronger on the other side.  And as long as He can be Faithful to me, surely I can manage to be Faithful to Him.

If you feel your Faith is faltering, take the chance and pray for God to refine your Faith.  Pray for God to show you what Faith you have in you and how He has been Faithful to you all along.

Adam W. "Is A 4-Point Letter on WWF" Wynn
Phil. 3:12-14

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I recently finished "Will Baker is Dead!"  And by finished, I mean I wrote the concluding episode/chapter.  I technically am not done yet because I decided to go back and add two chapters, one of which will be only a few short pages long, so no big deal.  I am currently in the Critical Reading stage, or as I call it, the "Oh God, oh God, I hope they don't tell me my book sucks," stage, where I have friends reading it and compiling commentary for me to go back and figure out what needs to be changed and what needs to be kept.  In other words, yes, some people do in fact know the secret of what happened.  The chilling conclusion is now known to someone other than just me.  Too bad you will have to wait your turn.  In a few months, when I am hopefully working on the publishing process and we are entering summer, I will go back and publish the remaining chapters online.  Yes, that includes the as of yet nonexistent Episode 6 I always talk about.  The last published chapter on here was Episode 9, and the story will go up to Episode 13, so you only have five left to go when you remember Episode 6 (and how could you forget!).  I really do look forward to you all reading and enjoying the series, and hopefully buying the book when it hopefully gets published in a time period that is hopefully no longer than three years.  For now, tell me what you think of any other postings such as this one or any of the episodes of Will Baker.  And go follow me on Twitter!  Again, that is @42Cobras.  What else would it be?  

Abnormally Answered Prayers - An Experience in Brotherhood

I would have to say that one of the most incredible experiences of my short life so far has been the unexpected privilege of seeing Garth Brooks in concert.  When that man puts on a show, he puts on a show.  The music is, of course, fantastic.  The energy in the room (if it's not an outdoor concert) could power a small city for three weeks.  There is just no experience like seeing Garth Brooks in concert.  I have always been a fan of his music, and seeing him in person was perhaps the quintessential unreal experience.  He is perhaps the closest thing Country music will ever have to a rock god.
However, I must take issue with the man on one point.  One of GB's most famous songs is a touching little number called, "Unanswered Prayers."  It's one of those (okay, most songs would fit this category) where when he gets to it in the concert, every mouth in the arena was singing right along in near perfect harmony.  That's how well known it is.  If you're not familiar with the song, go now and YouTube it or something.  I'm sure there's an illegal version of it somewhere.  Don't worry, I'll wait.

[WAITING PATIENTLY]

[STILL WAITING PATIENTLY]

[KIND OF WANTING YOU TO HURRY, NOW]

Okay, good, you're back.  So you see, now?  Unanswered Prayers.  The overarching theme of this song (yes, English teacher in me coming out) is that God ignores us for our own good, expecting us to understand.  Aside from the obvious theological problems with the song, I take issue with the notion that this is God's greatest gift.  "Well what is, then?" you ask.  Well I'll tell you.
I believe that God's greatest gift to mankind is sometimes abnormally answered prayers.  "But...that sounds a lot like what Garth was saying, Adam."  Yes, I know that.  Which is why I used him as an engaging lead-in.  But bare with me for a second here.
When we pray, God always answers (SEE: aforementioned "obvious theological problems"), and he always answers in one of three ways: Yes, No, or my favorite, Maybe/Wait.  Yes is great, God answers our prayers and cool things happen or we're blessed in some powerful way by God right then, or at least pretty soon.  Good stuff.  No is okay.  God is usually protecting us from something we don't need or somewhere we shouldn't be, doing His best to keep us from screwing our own lives up.  That's who God is, and that's why He has the most difficult job in the un/known universe.  You want to make someone do something, tell them you're protecting them by keeping them from it.  But then is my personal favorite, and that is the "Maybe" or "Wait" answer.
Oh, the "Wait" answer.  It can be excruciating.  It can be nerve-wracking.  It can be tempestuous, at best, while we wait for God to answer our prayers.  And who among us knows why at the time?  All we know is that God doesn't like us and He doesn't want us to be happy, so he forces us to sit around waiting on something we really, really, really want.  Ugh.  But the reason I love this part of who God is is simple.  Because when God says yes or no to our prayers, it is usually pretty straight forward, especially with an answer in the negative.  It just doesn't happen.  But when God answers us with a "Wait/Maybe," He has the chance to get real creative in how those prayers are answered.  And that is the aspect of God I love seeing come to fruition.
Now don't get me wrong.  I'm not telling you that I jump up and down for joy when I feel God answering one of my prayers this way.  I am as impatient as the next guy, and I want it now.  But when I can see how God worked something in my life like this, that is when I get jazzed up, given the advantage of hindsight and understanding.  It's beautiful!  Let me give you an example.
When I was a little kid, I remember constantly praying for a brother.  That was the one thing I wanted.  I grew up with two sisters (who are both wonderful, but let's be honest, I didn't know that at the time and I didn't care), but really wanted a brother.  Always.  I can remember one time sitting in the back of Mom's van while leaving one of Amanda's softball games at the point of tears because I was begging God to give me a brother.  Now at the time, I did not understand the difficult processes and theologies that go behind answering prayers (SEE: all that stuff I was just describing to you).  So I just thought that God was ignoring me (Thank you, Garth Brooks).
Fast forward now about fifteen years, we'll say, although I'm not exactly sure.  I am still the youngest in my family.  I have not been given any little brothers, although Amanda has given me an adorable niece and an awesome little nephew.  Now, if you're a more attentive reader, by this time the question you are no doubt asking yourself is, "Where is the answered prayer?  I thought this was a story about how God answered your prayer after many years?"  It is.  I'm getting there.
Biologically, I am still brotherless.  There are no little male scamps running around with similar DNA to me, which also eliminates illegitimate children, in case you were wondering.  But that is not to say that I am without.  Some of you are no doubt familiar with something I've on occasion referenced called TLN, or Tau Lambda Nu.  If you follow me on Twitter (go now if not, @42Cobras), you've likely seen #TLN.  If you know me from UGA, then you likely either saw the old sign on our apartment door or you heard one of us reference said letters.
If you're not familiar with it, TLN is my fraternity.  Not a University sanctioned, "Pay us $1,000 and you can hang out with us," fraternity, but a fraternity nonetheless.  Me and three other guys (Rylan, Andrew, and Josh) lived together in East Campus last year and formed said fraternity.  At first, it was just a joke amongst the four of us.  We would kid around about it, and we would host TLN sponsored events (mainly just movie nights where people could come watch something on Rylan's inappropriately large tv).  It was a grand old time.
But over the last few months, ever since I moved back home while those guys stayed in Athens, I've grown to really understand how much of a brotherhood we were.  That's what a fraternity is supposed to be about.  Brotherhood.  I know that when I need someone, I can go to any of those three guys and (almost) expect them to lay their life on the line for me, as they know I would for any of them.  On more than one occasion, I've talked to one of these guys about tough decisions and troubles we're experiencing in life.  There is an unspoken pledge between the four of us that we would do anything for any one at any time.  I don't know exactly where this came from, except to say that in the year we lived together, and in the time since as I have frequently slept on their cat-ridden couch, we have built a brotherhood, and I cannot express how blessed I have been by having that relationship.  I thank God that He did not take the easy way out and just give me a brother, because now I have the closest brothers I could ask for.
And to be honest, although there is this core group of Tau Lambda Nu, I feel I can honestly claim that my fraternal relations extend beyond that.  There is a group of guys that I've known for the better part of the last four years, and some I knew before that, who have made my life what it is.  A man with many friends has a group that will entertain him, but a man with many brothers has an army that will save him.  I could not consider myself more blessed than with the brothers I have been given, and for that reason alone, I thank God for abnormally answered prayers.
So when you pray, do not pray like the ignorant who will receive nothing and believe they are being ignored.  Listen, and with faith, expect God's blessings to come somewhere down the road.  You may not even realize it when it happens, but the greatest thing God can do for you is give you a gift worth waiting for.  Trust me on that.

Adam Wynn is the author and proprietor of 42Cobras Publishing, namely the blog you are reading right now.  He is also the one typing this message in italics for the sake of humorously looking more important and pretentious than necessary.  He graduated from the University of Georgia with degrees in English and English Education, both of which obviously qualify him to blog.  He is from Dacula, GA and now spends most of his time in his Dacula home writing and looking for a  real [sic] job.  He is also the author of the ambiguously popular serial novel, "Will Baker is Dead!" the first 8 episodes of which are available for free at 42Cobras Publishing, which is the blog you are reading right now.  The remaining episodes are in progress and will become available shortly after their completion this week.  In the meantime, he will continue to tweet voraciously, Facebook excessively, and blog randomly at varying intervals at 42Cobras Publishing, the blog you are reading right now.  Thank you, and have a nice day.