We live in a day and age where laughter is a MUST. We must laugh…or we cry. Both emotions are important but laughter seems to make us feel a little better. I prefer to laugh so much that I cry.
I’m also proud to say that the comedy I perform is family friendly. The material that I use at a civic event, fund-raiser or convention is also what I use for a family night at a church. Clean comedy that is good cannot be labeled.
I love it when a pastor asks me to speak at their church on Sunday morning. I call it “comedy with content”. Picture that individual who hasn’t stepped in a sanctuary in years and they happen to be sitting in the pew the day I’m speaking. The harder I make them laugh, the farther I can reach into their heart. And the content is designed for the whole family.
I have a few local events coming up in my home state that I would love for you to attend. The River, a church in Fort Wayne, Indiana, has invited me to speak at their Sunday morning service on May 22nd and then return for a night of comedy on May 28th. You can get all the information at: www.daviddeancomedynight.com
I hope you’ll attend and see for yourself what its like to laugh in church.
Also…you can stay up to date on all of my tweets by texting these two words:
update daviddeancomedy to 40404.
See ya on the road…
David
There are a few moments in life that make you feel like you are living at 1,200 feet in the air. They are breath-taking, full of excitement and make you never want to come down, type moments.
This picture was literally (taken with my phone!) a 1,200 feet in the air, para-sailing kind of moment for Alex and myself. He happened to be on 2 week leave from the army and we were lucky enough to spend part of our spring break with him in Florida. It’s a moment with him I will treasure for a long time.
We took him to the airport this morning so he could finish out his tour in Iraq. Until he returns in August, I will cherish this short ride we had together.
My prayer today for you is this: No matter how old, or young your children may be…take the time to create “moments” with them. The simple acts in life can be the most memorable. A walk, a bike-ride, a short road trip. Anything that creates conversation… especially a good laugh.
Enjoy the ride!
Our son Alex deploys August 24th for a year in Iraq. Here is the final note I posted to him. Thanks for your prayers.
Hey bud…
I know you are crazy busy packing up everything but I wanted to write you tonight. I’ve said it a thousand times already, but we loved having you here at home these past 3 weeks. Time FLEW by way too fast. I didn’t sleep well last night thinking about you leaving. After our good-byes with you at the airport this morning…I thought I would burn off some anxiety and mow the PAL baseball diamonds. A ton of memories came rushing back to me as I drove the mower around those outfields. As fate would have it, a Dad and his young boys came out and played catch with each other. I just turned the mower off and watched them. And cried.
Playing catch, shooting hoops..all of that Dad/Son stuff we did while you were here was good for my soul. (Not good for my shoulder, though). But I got to thinking about it today as I watched that Dad and his young boys playing ball and felt like I needed to say I’m sorry. Sorry for pushing you too hard when you were young and playing different sports. In hindsight, I should have just enjoyed the moment…which I did, but wanted so badly for you to hit the home run, pitch the no-hitter, sack the quarterback or hit the winning lay-up. Call it the curse of parenting/coaching. We only see one player on the field and that player is ours.
Once, during one of your High School football games, a dear friend leaned over to me and asked if I could recall the names of the starting offensive lineman from my Senior year. I couldn’t. He looked at me and said, “Exactly.” What did he tell me? That game…that night lasts but a few hours. However, the impact you make in life will leave a legacy. I say it all the time….I’m proud of ya, son.
We have been so incredibly blessed with people telling us they are praying for you. Many of our friends are in the same boat as Mom and I saying good-bye as their kids head off to college. And, we have had 3 friends say good-bye to their spouses who left for either Iraq or Afghanistan. Seems like when our hearts are heavy, God sends people into our lives who know how we feel. And He speaks wisdom into their words.
A few close friends who have known you since you were little, well….you were never little, but since you were young…HA, they noticed that while you were home, at times you seemed a bit distant. You and I talked about this one night and like I shared with you, I also shared with them. I’ve never had to say good-bye to family and friends for a year. Sometimes it’s just nice to silently drink in the moment.
And we enjoyed all the “moments” with you. Cubs and Bears in a DAY? Fantastic!! Our cook-outs with family and friends, your time with Audrey, church together, family devotions and prayer time, a visit with Heath. Most importantly….Thank You for teaching me how to watch movies in the basement using your Xbox. As soon as Mom and Hannah turn on ANY reality show, I want to cut my arms off. So…you saved my life.
We will do our best to see you off at Fort Hood on August 24th. The tickets are pricy. I have enough frequent flier miles but I don’t know if our hearts can stand another send-off. Keep praying, OK?
Take good care of “Buzz Lightyear”. I keep “Woody” on my desk and he is holding the marksmanship medal around his arm that you earned. It’s my profile picture. When I think of those two buddies….it makes me think of you and I. “You’ve got a friend in me.” That is why I wrote 2 Timothy 1:3-4 on their heads. So that some late night when you are sitting in a tank on the outskirts of Karbala, Iraq, you will recall what Paul said to young Timothy: “Every time I say your name in prayer-which is practically all the time- I thank God for you, the God I worship with my whole life in the tradition of my ancestors. I miss you a lot, especially when I remember that last tearful good-bye, and I look forward to a joy-packed reunion.”
I love you with all my heart, son.
Dad
