It's All In the Wrist

Fact: I can rip a phonebook in half. No, it's not so much with my drummer forearms...it's all in the wrist. You may be asking yourself, "Hey Bob, do you think I could do that?" The answer is yes. I'll teach you sometime.

Having a tattoo might also help in the process of looking beast-like and mighty as you rip from A to Z, impressing some and scaring others.

Onto other news...Clemson lost tonight to Ole Miss. 85-82. It was the first loss of the season and I am okay with it. I figure that we went 17-0 last year to start the season and it didn't turn out too well...so let's get the sloppiness out now cause we're gonna need to be on our A-game January 6th...PS: Duke lost this weekend too...so I encourage everyone to focus on their flaws and not so much Clemson's.

Not too much is new except for: I have to feed my neighbor's dogs until the 26th, I am 5 days away from a highly-anticipated Winter Conference, Joyce Arther is coming to town tomorrow, and I have taken on a new title as co-hottest in the world. Humble, Hot, Hilarious, and _______.

The lyrics for today come from: "Deathbed" by Relient K. This is a bit tougher to explain, but after an afternoon of talking about man's sin, sheep, and our need for Christ, I will try. The 11 minute song describes the life of a man who had it tough. He lost his dad at a young age, fell into addictions at an early age, lost his wife and kids in a broken marriage, and ultimately finds himself on his own deathbed. He thinks through his whole life, remember how alone he is. He claims that he was scared of Jesus, but as he starts to pass away, he hears Christ remind him of the night he asked for forgiveness. "You cried wolf. The tears they soaked your fur. The blood dripped from your fangs. You said, "What have I done?" You loved that lamb with every sinful bone. And there you wept alone. Your heart was so contrite." It's sad to the first thought, but it's you and I. Our sins killed that lamb. We're the wolf that, in our own guilt and brokeness, realizes what it is that we've done to what we love. Don't worry--the Lamb comes back to life. It's a great song, I encourage you to youtube it when you have an extra 11 minutes.

Oh and remember: don't run to Greensboro, I won't burn anymore shoes, and I will ABSOULTELY bring you coffee when you're working in the bookstore. The hidden messages are becoming less hidden.

GO HUCKABEE GO!

Like Freedom in Spring...

The picture to your left is of me and one of my roommates @ Clemson. We went to walmart one night for a family photo and ended up winning Rhett and Link's Facebook Picture of the Month Award. They still owe us some sort of tanglible award.

It feels like December has flown by, yet I find myself with little to do before Christmas. I went to the elementary school the last two days to say hello to former co-workers and children that I helped raise for five years. Most of them haven't changed too much. One 1st grader seems to still be on his toes when it comes to our infamous cut-down fights. Today he claimed that I loved to eat "grizzly bear sandwiches". In my oh-so-mature 23 year old and college graduate defense, I shot back with, "well, all you want for Christmas is to kiss all the girls in your class on the lips!!" He laughed with submission and shouted, "YOU WIN!" It was my first victory versus this child. He stands tall with a 78-1 record.

I have been helping my dad make some changes to the bathroom upstairs and I've caught up with my thank you cards...but besides that, I am trying to play drums and guitar and wait for Christmas and Campus Crusade's winter conference! CAN NOT WAIT.

As I said before I wanted to touch on some sort of lyrics each time I write and todays song comes from Switchfoot. From the song, "Golden" off of the album Nothing is Sound. In the outro, Jon Foreman writes about the beauty of renewal and redemption found in Christ after we recognize (or even don't recognize) our weakness and shortcomings. It's simple, but an awesome picture of forgiveness. "This world is a dead man down. Every breath is a fading crown we wear--Like some debilitated king. (Don't let go tonight). The Earth spins and the moon goes round. The green comes from the frozen ground--And everything will be made new again, like freedom in Spring." WOOO! Yessir. Although it's a great mental image to find freedom in renewal and rebirth, I am ironically enjoying the colder weather. Hallelujah for God's year-round redemption...

On a more totally random note, I have developed a new fear (or more-so a concern). People who change themselves in some sort animal or creature. We'll call them "manimals and womanimals". I've seen pictures of Lizardman, Coyoteman, and even Leopardman. The fear comes when I think, "If this person is so serious to tattoo themselves and sharpen their teeth, and mutate themselves, what is going to keep them from pouncing on me in the grocery store or in line at the bank?" I would hope that I'd have a God-given surge of bravery if I ever came in contact with one of them. Maybe I'd share the Gospel...maybe I'd just say, "nice forked tongue."

It is a true honor and priveledge to announce to everyone that I have currently been noted as one (of 2) of the funniest people on earth. This title is accepted with great humility and full-awareness of it's magnitude. I mean...I beat a couple billion people for this, so I thought it was Blog-worthy.

I leave this post with a bow and a salute to all who take a look at this. May your weeks to come be filled with tinsle, cookies, and baby Jesus. I want some Trix cereal.

2nd Place is the First loser

Welcome to the 100% GENUINE AND OFFICIAL Bobby Sherard Blog. It is all based on a true story and I feel as though it is my duty and responsibility to share with everyone who cares to read what is going on in my life...when I have the time or memory to write...

It is very cold outside and it makes me wonder how in the world it was 75 degrees just a day ago. I think one of the more frustrating things with ClemPson weather is how it rarely snows, but we love to have bitter cold rain. Cold rain is like a silver medal in the Olympics---The Third Place winner is just happy to get a medal, the 1st place winner gets to stand on the highest block, and ol' Silver Medal-winner is stuck with being the FIRST loser. No one wants Silver. No one wants cold rain.

On a happier note, I find myself having time to catch my breath from the semester in TN. It's good to see Clemson...even though it's a ghost town without any of the students; However, a new Food Lion has sprouted out of nowhere since the last time I was home...so we continue to grow. I look forward to spending time with the family and knocking the rust off of my drumset.

I listen to a lot of music and I like to try to apply certain lyrics to what I'm learning or what I think the Lord is teaching me at the time...and so I want to talk about at least one set of lyrics every time I post. It being the Christmas season, I try to constantly remind myself that it is about Christ and not so much making sure I have bought everyone's presents. I often find myself humbled by the thought of Christ being born so that he could one day die. I am reminded of the fact that I'm made a new creation because of His death (2 Cor. 5:17) which leads me to the first lyrics...

The lyrics are from the song, "Spartan" by the GREATEST band in the world: FIVE IRON FRENZY. Reese Roper describes the scene of Christ's birth and the fact that the past, that night, and all of the future was already covered in His perfect plan. He stresses that Christ has covered anything--even what we try to create on our own to make us feel better. "The angels are singing over the plains. The shepherds are quaking; echoing refrains. And all of our slogans, designed to take away the pain, meant nothing to the Son of God that night in Bethlehem." Beautiful! I love it.

I'm not sure what the rules are for these things...but I do feel an unusual freedom to just write whenever and about whatever---so with that said, Y'all have been warned.

I'll post again whenever my Clemson party is over. 10 guys on the back of a truck with a portable TV and without a sidehug is not as much fun as it sounds...so it'll be sooner than later.