MegBeck

July 13th, 2011 This is your captain speaking. Welcome to my blog and thanks for choosing MegBeck. Make sure your seat belts are securely fastened and follow along as I take you from sentence to sentence of my most overwhelming day at an airport, or several airports rather. You shall arrive at your destination in about eight minutes, give or take turbulence; we’ll call it reading skills. For safety purposes please keep your seat-backs and tray tables locked and in the upright position. In case of emergency, I do not provide oxygen masks, obviously.   Ready? Now, let’s embark on a journey. For the sake of time, (I’m sure you’re all very busy people) let’s skip my three and a half hour drive to the airport, because that just involves heavy eyes, a cup of coffee and a lot of car singing. So, there I was at Omaha’s, Eppley Airfield, and honestly, I should have known the moment security had to take my bag aside to remove my illegal, six-ounce, deadly bottle of...

It has arrived, my favorite day of Holy Week. Thursday. The turning point in the heroic story of our Savior, and my favorite because? This is the day I can relate to him the most. Keep reading, because when I bring it home, I know you'll relate too if you're a living, breathing, human on planet earth. Tomorrow is the day Jesus will endure brutal physical suffering. He will be spit on, whipped until his flesh looks like ground hamburger, thorns will pierce his head, he will carry a large piece of wood on his back in unbearable circumstances, and nails will penetrate through the skin and bones of his hands and feet. That is something only a hero can do. I've never felt much like a hero, and I can't imagine myself going through something like that for people who don't even like me. We always like to relate to the main character in the story right? And we are attracted to people we can relate to right? So Friday? Friday to me has always been more relatable for the...