I was able to rule out one church right away – Cape Christian Fellowship. Not that I have anything against CCF. I’ve heard good things about both the church and its pastor, Dennis Gingerich.

But their youth pastor – whom I’ve never met – is…Tim McDaniel. Great name (even if his middle name is Kenneth, thereby distinguishing him as the Tim K. McDaniel who is a pastor in Southwest Florida, as opposed to myself, the Tim D. McDaniel who is a pastor in Southwest Florida.)

Tim McDaniel wouldn’t seem to be the most common name. To have two of us serving on ministry staffs just miles apart…strange. And probably wonderful. (But I’m the Tim McDaniel you’ll find at www.Twitter.com/TimMcDaniel.)

We went to First Assembly instead. Good service. And no one on staff was named me.

[Edit: No, the picture is NOT me, it's the other Tim. I have (a little) more hair.]

Boating on Lake Weir, originally uploaded by RevMcGator.

That’s a cliche that is used in many different ways, but ends up being true more often than not. “You never know.”

It’s true because we don’t know the future. We have a perspective on what’s happened in the past. We have a perception of what is happening around us at the present. We use both of those to help us predict what might happen in the future.

That’s especially true when we think about people.

But you never know.

Things happen we didn’t predict, and that can put a whole new set of circumstances in motion. And just when you think things are going to turn out one way…well, you never know.

“The Lord frustrates the plans of the nations and thwarts all their schemes. But the Lord’s plans stand firm forever; his intentions can never be shaken.” Psalms 33:10-11

He knows.

My new applications in iPhone. Unfortunately, iTunes is still not
working correctly.

> Pastor invited a bunch of us to the Miracles baseball game. There
> are fireworks afterwards. Sam and Allison Neal are here with us. So
> far, the Miracle are ahead, 1-0, bottom of 5.
>

Time to catch up a little with the blog. Sam, Stephen Goss, and Dalton
(Sam's almost-brother), and I went golfing Friday. It was the first
time on a regulation course for Sam and the first time anywhere for
Dalton. They did pretty good for first-timers, shooting a 56 and 57 on
the back nine. Of course, if we had counted their penalty strokes, it
would've been a bit higher. ("Penalty strokes? What's that?" said Sam.)

They lost some balls, but gained some knowledge (you can't ground your
club in a bunker before your shot; it's easier to hit a 3-wood than a
driver; if you lift your head, you might miss the ball), and they
learned that Tiger Woods on the Wii is easier that the real thing.

Good times.

She's happy to be a Gator. Having her picture taken? Not so much.
We're almost done.

Shae and Trudi, at the beginning of our two-day adventure – the
Preview for incoming students and parents at the University of
Florida. Shortly after this picture was taken, so was Shae. We haven't
seen her much since.

Checking Shae into Broward 213 for the night.