Who is DJ Cas?

Well, it used to be this guy . . .


D.J. Casanova



"D.J. Casanova"



By day, he was your typical government worker, just another cog in the machine. By night he was your typical forty something computer geek who amused himself surfing the net, tinkering with a little bit of amateur audio and graphics work, writing stories and downloading every free game demo he could find.






That's what got us into the whole "DJ" mess . . .






First, he got hooked on an online game called City of Heroes about two months after the first forums opened, and then came beta, then CoH went live, then he eventually fell in with a delinquent bunch of Internet broadcasters who offered him a job and the rest is history!






It was kind of cool, but something just didn't click. As a matter of fact, it hadn't clicked for a long time, but he didn't know exactly what it was. What it turned out to be was his relationship with God. He had danced around it, pondered it, investigated it, dismissed it, pondered it some more, and failed to come to any real conclusion on the subject for as long as he could remember. God just waited patiently, dropping breadcrumbs, saving him from total disaster time and again . . . while he mostly ignored Him.






Suddenly the clues started to make more sense, and the need to figure out where all those breadcrumbs were leading to became more important each day. That led to a lot of long talks with some great folks who were farther along the path than him, a whole lot of reading, soul searching, and prayer. Eventually, it led to baptism and acceptance of Christ as his Savior.






That brings us to D.J. Cas . . .



Steve Jones aka D.J. Cas



I hung onto the Internet D.J. gig for a while, even introduced a fairly popular Sunday morning show, “The Sunday Sound,” to the station. In the long run; however, it just didn’t work out. My newfound Christian ways were tolerated, but just didn’t mix with the hedonistic spirit of the station.






Most days I’m still a typical government worker, another cog in the machine. Now, I spend my nights surfing the net, studying, researching, and attending classes at the local Christian College. I also find time to amuse myself as one of your not so typical forty something Christian geeks who volunteers with the three-year olds and the junior high kids at my church. I still have a long way to go, but my path is much clearer now . . . and He is still dropping breadcrumbs to lead me back to the path when I stray.






Welcome to Casanova’s walk.

07 June 2007

My Cool Wife . . .

I’m your fairly average guy, which means that through the hustle, bustle, and turmoil of my overbooked life; I tend to take my wife for granted. On occasion, I’ve also fallen prey to the doubts and fabrications old Skrewtape whispers in my ear. Ours is a real human marriage after all; and we mistakenly let the sickness, poorer, worse, bad times, or sadness of the moment overshadow the health, richer, better, good times and joy that make marriage so great. I’ve even been known to doubt how much my wife values me.

June 4, I unceremoniously slipped from the ambiguity of 44 onto the painful certainty of 45. Gentle friend, as hard as it is to believe, I HAVE REACHED MIDDLE AGE! I acknowledged the day by arguing with my wife, pushing the rock up hill for yet another eight hours at my wage slave job, and went on to four hours at the local Bible College. One of my classmates was kind enough to buy me a chocolate chip cookie from the coffee shop in honor of my big day, and I trudged on through the evening.

As I sat there, pondering my slipping GPA and trying to identify the sedimentary rock sample on my lab tray, an odd sensation struck me. You know the feeling; it’s too quiet and you can sense everyone in the room staring at you. I looked up from the sample tray to see my wife, standing in front of me with a huge birthday cake and an even bigger helium balloon. The class broke into a painful rendition of Happy Birthday, and we all shared a piece of cake to celebrate the momentous occasion.

This was all made possible by my wife, a fairly shy woman, who took it on herself to barge into the middle of a college class full of strangers to celebrate a man she had been ready to brain with a skillet twelve hours earlier.

I guess my wife is pretty cool, and, although I do a lousy job of showing her most of the time, I love her very deeply. On my birthday, she picked the perfect way to tell me she loves me too.
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