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Living To Be 100

Over the last year or so I have been seeing a doctor concerning my cholesterol levels. This came about when my father suffered a minor, nonfatal, heart attack which resulted in his requiring bypass surgery. This made me very concerned for him and in turn made him very concerned for me. Our mutual concern was caused by a single fact: poor heart condition is hereditary among the Hornes. My paternal grandfather suffered a fatal heart attack in his forties. He fell dead in the yard in front of my father and his sisters—completely unexpected and unforeseen. This prospect scares me and is the reason that I exercise 4 to 5 times weekly and why I monitor what I eat. I currently take medication to help control my cholesterol and triglyceride levels however I am working toward being able to sustain proper levels through diet and exercise only (I hate taking medicine as much as I hate paying for it).

But I have decided on another lifelong goal that I have only recently shared with my wife. I would like to live to be 100 years old. As far as I know, no one in my family has ever reached 100 years of age. Granted my familiarity with my family only goes back about five generations, but I feel fairly certain that it has not been done (at least not in a very long time).

Now I do not know how much say a person has in his years on earth. I believe wholly in the sovereignty of God and that He knows (and maybe even determines) how long a man will live. I am not sure how set a man’s years are or if he can affect the number of years of his life. I am going to strive for my goal and leave the result in God’s hands. If I have to go to be with the Lord before I have reached 100, I can not really complain for everyday in His glorious presence will be greater than the day before. Furthermore even if I die when I am 60, I can at least be happy that I was in good health and kept up my strength as best I could for the time that I was alive. If I am going to pass away after only 80 years on this earth I want to be sure I lived a life of health and happiness, enjoying God and my family and friends.

It seems that the degradation in health and life that people experience in the twilight years of life is due to poor health choices and, by that point, a lack of motivation to do anything about it. I encourage you to also set a goal of living to 100 and strive toward and see what positive changes you can make in your health. I am reminded of quote by C.S. Lewis from Mere Christianity:

Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.

I say, aim at longevity of life and you will get strength, good health, and enjoyment thrown in. Aim at simply losing a few pounds or fitting into last year’s jeans and you will likely get none of those things.

Not sure if I will make it to 100 or not but I will make a good go of it and at whatever age my life ceases I want to be able to say I passed with strength in my members and my wits about me.


Once Upon a Time, God…

Here’s a story:

Right after my parents divorced my mom was living in Atlanta and was taking care of me by herself. I was around two years old. Mama had barely ever lived on her own much less with a child. She had applied at numerous jobs but nothing was happening and she was running out of options, and money, and food. She knew she was on the verge of getting kicked out of her apartment. We had run out of food. She was feeding me eggs for supper each nite while she ate nothing. One night (and she was not particularly religious at that time) she got on her knees and prayed and told God that her money was gone and she just about out of food and she didn’t know where the next meal was coming from or where we’d live if they landlord kicked us out. She asked Him to intervene.

The next day Lithonia in Cochran (one of the places she had applied) called her to give her a job. The same day she was going through some things looking for clothes she could wear to her new job and found a check that she had never cashed. She could not recall where it came from or why she had stuffed it in that drawer.

I always think of that story when we’re falling on hard times or when I know that others are. I pray that this story about my mama will encourage you if current economic conditions have taken their toll on you. And may “my God…meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.”


Michael Jackson

It has been a long time since I have followed any of Michael Jackson’s music. The last album of his that I remember is the one with the song “Black or White.”  However when I was young (preteen or so) I really liked Michael Jackson’s music. For Christmas one year my mom gave me the cassette tape of his album “Bad.”  I must have listened to it in its entirety everyday for nearly a year. I loved that album.

But by the time I was 14 rock n’ roll had fully taken my attention. But even though I have not been a fan of the King of Pop  in a very long time, I was still saddened at the news that he had passed away yesterday (Thursday, June 25), the day Lyndsay and I celebrated our 9 year wedding anniversary.  We suddenly lived in a world without Michael Jackson. The world felt different.

I have seen great music artists pass in my time.  The most impactful perhaps was the suicide of Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain in 1994. I have also seen the passing of Blind Melon’s Shannon Hoon and Alice In Chains’ Layne Staley. But none of these had the influence on music and popular culture that Michael Jackson had. I suppose the only other artists whose deaths would be of the same magnitude would be Elvis Presley and John Lennon. The passing of both of these music legends marked the end of an era.  Regardless of how you feel about Jackson’s lifestyle, strange behavior, or music, his passing is the end of an era.


I Do: 9 Years Ago

On June 25, 2000 Lyndsay and I stood before God and man and declared our vows to love and cherish one another until death do us part.

I met Lyndsay in 1999 at a coffee house in Macon where my band at the time was performing. I had met her once before with no sparks flying but there was something magical in the air that night in Macon, I suppose. I remember thinking how pretty she was. After that night we were inseperable.


We are consistently amazed at how God is continuously making us “one flesh.” She is my best friend in the whole world. If I had to live in seclusion with only one other person for the rest of my life and I could choose any one living or dead, famous or common, I would choose Lyndsay without flinching. Spend enough time with any one person and you will find things that annoy you. Lyndsay is the only person that I could spend 24 hours a day with and never grow tired of her company.

And our interests have been made more and more alike. Before we met she was sure that she would marry either an Airforce man or a baseball player (and definitely did NOT want to marry a musician). I am a guitarist of 15 years who is terrible at sports and has never served in the military. The other day I was talking about my guitar and she said “I’m glad I married a musician.”

By the day we made our wedding vows we had already discussed divorced. We decided it was never, ever an option. No matter how vicious any argument, no matter how deep a disagreement. It was never the way God intended marriage to work therefore it did not exist as an option. We have never come close to wanting a divorce, but just in case things ever get that bad, we are in this “for better or for worse”, come Hell or high water, and yes, even if the creek does decide to rise.

But the more we work, grow, and cultivate our marriage, the more we find that we can not live without each other. We both love home improvement, cats, Macs, rock music by Christian artists, sci-fi movies and books, short stories, DIY projects, theater, C.S. Lewis, audiobooks, classic films, Back to the Future, and we both have surrendered our lives to the lordship of Jesus Christ. And we look forward to a life together full of many more conversations consisting of “I sure like/dislike _________.” “Yeah, me too!”


When Did the 80s Start to Rock?

In the American vernacular there are several words and phrases that have changed meaning as culture has changed. Consider the word “cool.”  No longer does it refer to the temperature of a room only.  It also describes an attitude, a state of being.  To be “cool” is the ultimate goal of every high school student (and it’s not because the GAP has some great sweaters on sale). 

Another word that has (unfortunately) changed is “gay.”  It once meant “of good cheer.”  Now it of course refers to homosexuality (as do the words “funny” and “queer”).

So when did “dude, that is so 80s” go from an insult to a compliment.  There was a time when one would say “dude, that is so 80s” and it meant “dude, that is over-the-top, outdated, wussified, and/or a bad hairdo.  Now when  you hear “dude, that is so 80s” it is liable to be followed by a high five.

It happened slowly. I remember the 80s somewhat. I remember the hair,the clothes, and of course the music (new wave, hair bands, spandex, classic MTV when they actually played music videos). Then came the 90s and grunge and alternative music rendering everything 80s as dorky and excessive.   However now in the 21st century, twenty years out from 1989, I am starting to see the 80s come back.

I first became truly aware of this phenomenon when I was watching an episode of “Psych.”  A staple of the show is each episode will begin with a flashback from the youth of the main character Shawn Spencer and his best friend Gus.  Usually the year of the flashback is 1987.  During these flashbacks viewers are shown an event in Shawn’s life that will shed light on some of his behavior and ideas as an adult.  The flashbacks have 80s pop culture refrences galore. Everything from kangaROOS shoes (with the pocket on the side) to Shawn and his best friend Gus dressing up as the Tears for Fears guy and Michael Jackson, respectively. 

Another example of the 80s comeback is the clothing that I see many people starting to wear and that I myself am drawn to. Think thrift store.  T-shirts with screen printing or that depict colorful logos (usually advertising an event of the past that the wearer is unfamiliar with).  I recently found a shirt that said “Walking In Memphis” on the front and the backside depicted a guitar with the words “Interact Fashion Show 2005.”  I bought it. I simply liked the way it looked. And tight jeans is another fashion that is coming back especially among young people (who are the only ones who can really get away with it). 

Personally I am in the market for some ROOS.  When I saw that episode of Psych recently I exclaimed “I forgot about ROOS!”  I was never able to own any so I will revisit my childhood and purchase myself a pair of kangaROOS.  With any luck I will be able to find some that are navy blue with velcro straps. 

Dude, that would be so 80s!


Guess What? Kitty Butt

Sometimes you just see things in life and you think to yourself “that’s not right!”

Several nights ago it was getting on in the evening and I was unusually tired. It had been a busy day as well as a busy evening. I decided to lay down on the bed for a few minutes. I mean, it was to be bed time before long anyway and so I wanted to wind down.

Well, of course I dozed off. The last thing I remembered was Lyndsay working on some clothes or something in the room at the same time I was dozing off. I do not know how much time passed but I heard a sound. It was a clicking sound followed by a high pitched whirring sound. Then I heard…a giggle. I was laying on my stomach so I raised my head and turned to find Lyndsay holding our camera and trying not to lose all self-control to laughter. The following is the result of that camera flash.

Kitty Butt

I thought I should just go ahead and put this out there and clear the air in case anyone ever found it and tried to use it as blackmail.


I Am Car Shopping

My 1997 Saturn finally threw in the towel, kicked the bucket, bought the farm, went to that big car lot in the sky. After 207,000 miles the old boy decided he could go no longer. This past Saturday morning the Saturn called it quits…in the middle of I-75 South. But what can I say, it served me well. I always said that I would drive it until it died and that day has come. I feel that I have gotten more than my money’s worth out of that car and now I am looking to replace it.

This brings me to my next point. I hate car shopping.  Well, not “hate” but it stresses me out.  I know plenty about cars. I understand them and when a car runs good and when it is a lemon, for the most part.  And even though I am no fan of price negotiation, the Internet has greatly increased the level of competition and it is not hard to find a fair price.

No, for me it goes back to what that wise sage Tom Petty once said: “The waiting is the hardest part.” Not only do I have to go to the bank and find out the amount that my credit (and current interest rates) will allow me to borrow. Next I have to find the right car in the right color with the right mileage at the right price. Even with the Internet that can be a feat.

Lyndsay and I have decided that price-wise, style-wise, and feature-wise, the Chevy Cobalt is for us. Well, that is unless we find a killer deal on a VW Jetta, which probably will not happen. But the Cobalt has a great style and is really roomy and it’s made in America!.

So even though I wish I could just go out, buy one, and be done with it, I know that my little adventure is just beginning.


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