30 years of Mark Arnold
Saturday is the day my brother turns 30. He is officially no longer young. I remember when we laughed at the lines of the Simon and Garfunkel song with the line, "I was 21 years when I wrote this song, I'm 22 now but I won't be for long". And when we laughed at the line in Pump up the Volume, "Anyone over the age of 20 really has no idea". Oh the irony. He's going to be 30. And as a tribute to the mixture of genius and geek that make up Mark Arnold, here is a small list of things about him that not many people know. Some of the reasons I love him so much. The last fight we had was when I threw a chair at him and he threw an encyclopedia at me. This goes towards making up for that. My brother Mark:
He owns lots of red jumpers.
He has secret sides that few people get to see. I love it when others are let in to that side of him and see how amazing he is.
He can be very annoying, wonderfully stupid, deeply profound and caring all in one day.
He loves Jesus. Lots.
For someone who owns practically every theological book there is (and has read them) he is remarkably practical and real about faith, the struggles and the reality of God.
He seems to just get on with life, a fact I am constantly amazed and bemused by.
He’s really really grumpy in the morning and a simple conversation can send him into fits of rage. I find that very very funny.
He always has to argue, even if he agrees with me, he always has to argue.
He’s really, surprisingly, secretly stubborn.
He laughs at me.
He can’t be put into a box, even though he sometimes wears evangelical man clothes. .
He says ‘probably’ and ‘I think so’ FAR too much. Even about things that should be definite. Eg. ‘Are we going left at the next junction?’- ‘probably’
I love spending time with him.
He’s not cool, at all.
He reads me cool quotes from books.
He can be really really silly. I love that about him.
He can still play ‘lets pretend we’re in Lord of the Rings’ up mountains when he’s 29. I hope he will in his thirties.
He really really loves the Bible and making sure everyone can understand what’s going on in it.
He never humours my self pity but helps me laugh at myself.
He laughs at me. A lot.
He’s my friend. One of my best friends.
I think he likes me too.
When do you think I should tell him that he's half way to 60 now?
posted by Kath at 8:25 pm
6 Comments:
Kath not to detract from this post and honouring your brother but as one already past 30, I want to set one record straight. Mark will not suddenly become old tomorrow and instead the added year rather than aging him will give him more abandonment to play "lord of the rings" scenes at the top of mountains. Reaching 30 is not the divider between young and old I'll have you know or do you think I'm old also?? On second thoughts maybe don't answer that=:) Have a great weekend. I'm away to bed having sat up past my bed time too many nights this week. Maybe I am old, or at least getting that way. Now where did I leave my coco and zimmer frame?
That's so gorgeous. From your description, I almost fancy him.....!
Point taken Roz! It's just weird the quickness in which time passes away! And yes you are right, the older you become the more freely you can abandon the 'right' way of doing things and dance in the rain. It's all a state of mind anyway.
Steph- good use of the word almost! :-o :-) ;-)
what's funny is that as you grow older 'older' becomes a MUCH higher age - I think 70 is securely old, but ask me when I'm 60 (if I get that far!)
Hope Mark liked this and didn't read it first thing in the morning!
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You threw A CHAIR at him?
Was this recently?!
'Old' is always five years older than i am.
Dude, Kath throws furniture at anyone for no reason!
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well she might be provoked... a little...
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