ARGH!!!

I've spent all weekend massaging my webserver to keep it up. I think the CPU (Intel 500MHz) has given up the ghost. It won't even go through POST now. (For the ungeeks out there, POST = Power On Self-Test. You know, it's what you see on the screen before "Microsoft Windows" appears.) I've replaced the memory, but I don't have another 500MHz chip to replace it with.

In the past, I've begged for server space - not unlike a homeless man begging for cash. But, today, I'm going to remember Matthew 6.

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

- Matthew 6:25-34, NIV

I believe it is God's will for me to record PodCasts. Since they are no longer available (the server on which they are stored is toast), and He wants me to record them, He must want me to store them somewhere. He will provide either a working server in my house or a server on which I can store them. I'm not going to rush it. I can do this on His time. After all, there is no other time, is there?

Adios,
Clay

(äd-s) [Spanish adiós, probably translated from French à dieu. (I commend you) to God  : a, to (from Latin ad. See ad-) + Dieu, God (from Latin deus. See dyeu- in Indo-European Roots).]