Binky's Revenge

A good Farewell

2005-04-20T15:06:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last installment of Binkys Revenge. This sight has moved to a better one. The Nebraska wedding saga will continue at the new adress. Please follow me over there. Until then, for old times sake...,

Habemus Beatium!

BEATY FOR SAGU ALUMNI PRESIDENT!!!!

the new site is www.xanga.com/alumnipresident

catch you on the flipside!

Nebraska Wedding Pt. 2

2005-04-20T09:31:00.000-07:00

There is so much more to the story of our heroes, and the Nebraska wedding. Some of it will have to inevitably be left out, for if our girlfriends, wives, or fiances discovered the details of all our activities, they would be ours no longer. I am hiding the details on behalf of you, CA, CM, and RJ. JS and I only hold out so our mothers don't read about the naughty stuff that took place that week. So, on with the show.

The day before the wedding, someone had the bright idea that the wedding reception should be held in the biggest circus tent in all of Nebraska. Who's idea, I don't know, we will blame the groom. Those four who had made the ardous trip from other states had arrived at 1:30a.m. and 4:30a.m. respectfully. At 9a.m. they were up and headed to do those wedding things. Litlle did they know that those wedding things included the erection of this enormous, gargantuant, bohemuth of a tent. The tent was broken into 3 sections weighing 500 lbs a piece. The tent came with 36 poles, each pole had a corresponding 1 inch rebar four foot long stake which had to be driven three feet into the ground. The only way to do such a thing was to use a sledge hammer and take turns pounding them into the ground. As if this wasn't bad enough, that man that came brought the tent was a lunatic. He was crazy, swinging from ropes on the tent, climbing on top of the tent. He was insane. This adventure was no fun whatsoever. After four hours of constant deliberation, the tent was up. It was 50 yards long and 30 yards wide. That is a huge tent!!

Later that day we tried on our tuxedoes, which of course did not fit anyone, especially the fat people. We also spent some time at the gates of hell (aka Wal-Mart). Later that night was rehearsal dinner and the bachelor party. Much of what could and maybe should be said about those two events will remain censured for the sake of my salvation and CM's future wedding. But who knows, not too many days from now, you may look and find to your happiness a Nebraska Wedding Pt. 3. There is so much story left to tell. Until then...

Habemus Beatium!

BEATY FOR SAGU ALUMNI PRESIDENT!!

Habemus Papam!!!

2005-04-19T10:34:00.000-07:00

We have a pope! This is so cool. I know that most of the world has seen this before, but it is the first time for me. I think that the liturgy and history of all this stuff is really interesting. It was cool to watch the little german man walk out on stage. How much do you think that stowe cost that was around his neck? I bet it was a pretty penny. You know the catholics don't have a problem with prosperity. This guy is a stinking genius. He speaks ten languages, was dean of the college of the cardinals, is a world-class pianist, and a vanguard theologian. Finally a pope that speaks good english. Ain't it bout time them fellas over yonder learn to talk american? Whoa... the spirit of Arkansas just came all over me. Back Devil! Anyways, this is a real cool thing. The best thing about this pope is that he once gave an entire homily in Germany on how beer is like the gospels. He actually said that the word of God says that wine is a gift from God, so beer must be also. I love this guy!

Now for all of you who are regular readers, I have been getting questions on when I am going to tell Nebraska Wedding Pt. 2. I have decided that it will be coming tomorrow. So please tune in to get part two of Nebraska Wedding. Thats right, tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel. Oh yes, I almost forgot...

BEATY FOR SAGU ALUMNI PRESIDENT!!!

HABEMUS BEATIUM!!!

Its All About Me

2005-04-18T06:54:00.000-07:00

So its monday again. I didn't write anything yesterday because i was just too busy. If you read my saturday post then you know I preached last night. It went well, I preached longer than I have ever preached before, but it went really well. I had a lot of good compliments. I preached on "Raising Up Royalty." If you would like a copy, of this powerful, annointed, message from God send your love gifts today. Send your best love gift of $5 dollars or more to Ryan Beaty Ministries, PO Box 709, Marianna, AR 72360. Wow, I could really do the TBN thing! I just felt the spirit of Creflo Dollar come all over me.

I am finally getting into the efficiency rythm I wish I had found during my undergraduate years of college. I am actually working on stuff ahead of time, not waiting until the last minute to do most things. I am reading a whole lot more, and a larger variety. I really think what it is, I am becoming a responsible ADULT! Holy Cow! Its all making sense now. I haven't overdrawn on my checking account in 4 months, it is totally balanced. I am reading more and watching t.v. less. I am working harder all the time, and getting stuff done early. This is all too weird. But, its also very cool.

Oh, and yes once again, BEATY for SAGU ALUMNI PRESIDENT!!!

Saturday, Saturday....Saturday

2005-04-16T19:53:00.000-07:00

Hey guess what, I am preaching tomorrow. Not in the morning of course, that is reserved for senior pastors and guest speakers, youth pastors are relegated to sunday nights. We obviously don't love God enough or don't know how to pray yet to preach on sunday mornings. I am not bitter or anything, as a matter of fact, the only Assembly of God service I have ever preached on a sunday morning, is at the church I am at presently.

So I went to camp training today. It was in Hot Springs. Western Arkansas is really beautiful. Lots of hills and mountains and inbred people. So charming. What hacked me off was that it is a 3 hour drive from my house to get there. Then once we arrived, the training only lasted 2 hourse. I traveled 6 hours round trip for a 2 hour meeting. I blew my whole day. BOOO. At least I got to see some buddies..always a plus!

Well, everyone pray for me tomorrow, I really want God to move in the service. I know He will. Not really much else to say today. I miss all of my friends.

Oh and one more thing... I have decided I want to be the Alumni President at SAGU. Obviously, that will probably not happen very soon, because I think you have it til you die! But if any of you have any pointers on how to move in that direction, or will work on my campaign, let me know!

So Tired

2005-04-14T06:47:00.000-07:00

Is anyone else tired of the war in Iraq? I know I am. I cannot believe that we still have troops over there. This has gone beyond ridiculous. The government is spending more that 200 billion dollars of taxpayer money over there, while we struggle over the rising costs of everything. Hello! Lawmakers, remember us, your citizens? WE ARE DYING! The community I live in is in a horrible condition. The community crack house, yes it is a literal house in which people (including public safety personel) drive up to and buy various narcotics, was robbed the other day while another man from my church and I watched. You know it is bad when the criminals are stealing from the criminals. Now I don't blame all of these problems on the war in Iraq. But the money that is being wasted over there now, since the elections, since Sadam was captured, could be going to fix social security, help the homeless, eliminate the national debt, drop gas prices, all kinds of things. What ever happened to a balanced budget? What ever happened to spending only what you have? This is all just a fiscal objection to this "black hole war," not to mention the moral and ethical ojections I have. Oh and by the way, If I hear the "President Bush is a good, moral, God-fearing man," one more time, I am going to vomit. I am not making a judgement call on him because I do not know him. I have never spent time with him. My point is, don't make value judgements on a person you don't know. And represent everyone fairly, don't just show oneside. That goes for Pat Robertson just as much as it does Michael Moore.

Nebraska Wedding Pt. 1

2005-04-13T16:22:00.000-07:00

Once I chased a black squirell through a cemetary with three friends who will remain nameless, but reffered to as CM, JS, and CA. It was in Hastings, NE last summer. We were there for a wedding. It was the day of the wedding, and we four groomsmen were bored. We had heard of these misterious black squirells. I did not believe in its existence. I was unconvinced that there was such and animal. The others with me were also as skeptical. So we drove around town looking for the mysterios furry creatures. Then one of my amigos, JS from OK said, "Lets go to the cemetary, there are always squirells there." So off we went. It was very misty outside and slightly cool on that early summer day.

As we drove around the headstones, suddenly a brown fur shot out in front of us followed by the darkest of black fur ever seen by man. The brown creature was of normal stature, but the beast that followed it resembled more of a mutant breed in size. CM who was driving yelled, "There's one, and threw the car into park .All four doors swung open and we took off. I immediately went into a dukes of hazard slide across the hood of the car. JS and CA began running, leaping over tombstones and doing matrix leaps off of trees. CM went to the trunk and retrieved our weapon of choice, a softball. The Mutant rodent had climbed high into the precipice of a great oak, attempting to hide from its would be captors. To know avail he was discovered and the white spherical object hurreled through the air in its direction in an attempt to dethrown the creature. This dark black rodent began leaping from tree to tree, while its puruers continually followed on the ground, unleashing a barraging assault of softball. Every so often a visitor would dirve in to relive memories past, and the four hunters would gather around a tombstone, reliving an imaginary memory of their own. Once the visitors were again absent, the pursuit resumed.

After a lengthy amount of time, the chase ended. The hunters went home emptied handed but full hearted and in the ownership of a lifetime memory.

I love Tuesdays

2005-04-12T10:54:00.000-07:00

You know, no one ever gives Tuesday enough love. I love Tuesday! Tuesday and I are boys. Mostly because Tuesday is my day off! No getting up at 6a.m. to meet the pastor at the church. Sleeping right up until 9a.m. and getting back from the bathroom at just the right time to get my daily fix of Dawson's Creek. I love that show. So much drama, so many good looking women. So much nonsense that it offers the perfect escape from reality. To think that people could be so stressed over the little things when they are going to an Ivy League college, or USC film school, or they live on a nice big boat for free. They worry about the little things for us, becuase in their worlds the big things are always taken care of. And they use such big words, and they have profound information about subjects that someone their age should not even be aware of. It is wonderful entertainment. The Dawson's River kids, who is sleeping with who causing what mischief. If that is what real teenage life is like, then I am glad I missed it, and pray that none of the teenagers in my youth ministry ever find it. I appreciate the things that I missed. I appreciate more than ever parents who were "close minded." I appreciate being forced to attend a "exclusionary" church, one that stood for the word of God, and the things that were right. I am glad I went to a Christian college, where even though I didn't like a lot of things that went on there I still knew that in that place I was "missing" things that I didn't need to find. Have I made mistakes? Sure, I have tons of regrets for the actions I have taken in my life. But you know what I am most glad about that I missed? I am glad I missed sexually transmitted diseases, illegitimate children, being fried on drugs, being sloshed on alcohol, being uneducated, being unloved. Because contrary to t.v. theology, those are the things you don't miss when living a Dawson's creek reality. Thank you Tuesdays for giving me the opportunity to appreciate the things that I missed.

A Case of the Mondays

2005-04-11T10:02:00.000-07:00

Assuredly, many of you have seen the movie, "Office Space." Several times in the movie different actors refer to the main character as having had a case of the mondays. Does anyone really ever have a case of the mondays. As a pastor I think it happens because of the immense high of sunday, and then the drain of monday. I am sure that people who work in jobs they do not love probably experience this phenomenon quite regularly. I just don't remember having ever experienced it myself. The closest I think I think I ever came to having a case of the mondays was right out of college having to work at Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart! I am convinced that at the end of the age, when God sends Satan and all his demons to the lake of fire, they will have to pass through the automated doors of Wal-Mart. There they will be greated by a white-haired St. Peter-esk man who will say, "Hello, welcome to Hell. Would you like a basket?" And just like everyone else who enters there, the demons will respond, "No thank you." And then walk right around him and grab a basket as they are ushered into eternal damnation. I guess it is just part of the eternal process. Therefore instituting a forever state of the case of the mondays.

Hallway Faith

2005-04-10T07:18:00.000-07:00

As I was getting ready for church this morning I had TBN on. Now I am normally not a Christian Television guy, but I really don't like to watch anything else before church. Well, for you who have looked over at TBN this week, you know they have been having their Praise-a-thon to raise their yearly budget. This particular morning Jentzen Franklin was preaching, a rerun from earlier this week. He began talking about being in the right place at the right time. One thing that he said really stuck with me. He said,

"We have heard it said all our lives that when God closes one door He opens another one. This is true. But it is not always the case that as one is closing the other is openning. There are times, more often than not, where you have to spend time between the doors. And it is Hell in the hallways. The times where you know that God has moved you from the place you are, but has not revealed the place you are going, those are the times when the enemy attacks the hardest and your faith must stand the strongest."

After hearing that I thought, how true! Where I am at may not be where I want to stay, and it is certainly not where I want to end, but I still know I am where God wants me. There have been times though, like before I came to Marianna, or right after college, when I was locked in the hallway, and it was Hell. Don't get me wrong, waiting time is not wasted time. There are a lot of things you learn in the hallway. One thing is you had better learn how to pray. And you had better learn to keep your guard up. The encouragement come though with the knowledge that any second that door could open. And if I am lacking in prayer and faith when it happens, will I have the strength to get up and walk throug, or even have the whits about me to know the door has openned at all?

Lord give me strength for each new day, and each new challenge that is set before me.

Chello!!!!

2005-04-09T11:06:00.000-07:00

It's Saturday. I slept until 9 this morning, which was amazing. I had a great shower and now I am getting ready for a youth Bar-B-Que this afternoon.

Have you ever wondered where the name "Bar-B-Que" came from? I have no clue. Now living right outside of Memphis, it probably wouldn't be very hard to figure it out. But no time today.

We are gonna try something different at church tomorrow. I have been here for 3 months and the pastor and I are the only ones who wear suits on sunday. So I think, we are gonna dress down tomorrow and see how it goes over. I actually think that the church people could care less. It will be fun to watch.

Have you ever noticed how there is absolutely no good sunday school curriculum out there. Its all real boring. You really have to make up your own for it to be any kind of interesting. Firt of all its all very base. There is never enough depth to any of it. Jesus loves me this I know, hasn't worked since kindergarten. Good Lord, GPH, give us something better!!!

Well I guess thats enough for today. I will leave you with a nugget I got from Jeese Duplantis...

"Entertained Fear is Infected Faith." Good Stuff

- Beaty

Welcome

2005-04-08T07:29:00.000-07:00

Hello-
This is my blog. Up until yesterday I didn't know what blog was. But when my friend over at http://dailyapology.blogspot.com showed me his, I knew I had to have one. I kinda felt like the spoiled little rich girl in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Anyways, you are probably wondering why I named this webpage Pinky's Revenge. Well my pastor's dog is named Binky, and the last two nights it has taken a huge dump in my room. I never knew that much boo boo could come from a little pomeranian. Well, enough for today, hope you like the page.

- Beaty