happy haiku friday
relentless traffic
a dog refuses to shit
better than the cube
Remembering Tom Sine
4 days ago
Friday, February 04, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Breaking News from the Christian Booksellers Association Expo!
Tino Wallenda got Expo visitors to lift their sights literally and figuratively when he performed a highwire walk under the roof of the Opryland Convention Center. Some 70 feet above the hotel's food-court island, he crossed without a safety net, stopping on the traverse to kneel, complete a headstand and share his faith in Christ with the crowd below.
Speaking by lapel microphone as he held his balancing bar, the veteran member of the famous Flying Wallendas spoke about his dangerous act, which he said reminded people "how fragile life is." Pausing on the wire before stepping to safety on the far side, Wallenda invited watchers to "make a new step into eternity, simply by acknowledging we have all missed the mark," inviting them to pray to receive Christ there and then.
Back down to earth, Wallenda appeared at the Bridge-Logos booth in the Expo hall to promote his new book, Walking the Straight and Narrow: Lessons in Faith from the Highwire.
talk about extreme evangelism! our good friend bill will be so proud!
Tino Wallenda got Expo visitors to lift their sights literally and figuratively when he performed a highwire walk under the roof of the Opryland Convention Center. Some 70 feet above the hotel's food-court island, he crossed without a safety net, stopping on the traverse to kneel, complete a headstand and share his faith in Christ with the crowd below.
Speaking by lapel microphone as he held his balancing bar, the veteran member of the famous Flying Wallendas spoke about his dangerous act, which he said reminded people "how fragile life is." Pausing on the wire before stepping to safety on the far side, Wallenda invited watchers to "make a new step into eternity, simply by acknowledging we have all missed the mark," inviting them to pray to receive Christ there and then.
Back down to earth, Wallenda appeared at the Bridge-Logos booth in the Expo hall to promote his new book, Walking the Straight and Narrow: Lessons in Faith from the Highwire.
talk about extreme evangelism! our good friend bill will be so proud!
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
odd encounter of the week
on monday i shuffled up to the short urinal, dropped the fly and prepared to go about my business. i casually noticed that the office extrovert was standing in the slot next to me, but didn't pay him much attention. i realize that some people cannot help but communicate while relieving themselves or dropping a deuce, but i'm not one of them. from my perspective, those moments are slivers of solitude which are not to be interrupted.
of course, the extrovert thought differently. instead of respecting my solitude by keeping his eyes front and center or slightly pointed towards the ceiling, he interrupted my moment with manic eyes and said, "i can't believe that in five weeks i'm going to be a daddy!" though i mumbled some consonant of affirmation, in my mind i was thinking, "what do you want me to do fella? shake your hand?"
on monday i shuffled up to the short urinal, dropped the fly and prepared to go about my business. i casually noticed that the office extrovert was standing in the slot next to me, but didn't pay him much attention. i realize that some people cannot help but communicate while relieving themselves or dropping a deuce, but i'm not one of them. from my perspective, those moments are slivers of solitude which are not to be interrupted.
of course, the extrovert thought differently. instead of respecting my solitude by keeping his eyes front and center or slightly pointed towards the ceiling, he interrupted my moment with manic eyes and said, "i can't believe that in five weeks i'm going to be a daddy!" though i mumbled some consonant of affirmation, in my mind i was thinking, "what do you want me to do fella? shake your hand?"
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
walking with Habbakuk
how long, O Lord, will you ignore our cries for justice?
the wicked openly prey upon the weak.
the victims have surrendered all hope
and identify more readily with the victimizers than with you.
the protectors are eager to punish but loathe to prevent all kinds of evil.
how long, O Lord, will you ignore such wickedness?
will the work of the righteous be for naught?
are you unable to respond?
how long, O Lord, will you ignore our cries for justice?
the wicked openly prey upon the weak.
the victims have surrendered all hope
and identify more readily with the victimizers than with you.
the protectors are eager to punish but loathe to prevent all kinds of evil.
how long, O Lord, will you ignore such wickedness?
will the work of the righteous be for naught?
are you unable to respond?
Saturday, January 29, 2005
keep on, keepin' on
at the genesis we were flush with idealism. finally free from impersonal programs, happy-go-lucky worship and cliché riddled sermons. we were excited to set a different course. our conversations were liberally sprinkled with adjectives like relational and missional, we promised ourselves that we would be as committed to compassion as we were to proclamation and, let's face it, we thought that thursday night worship and emancipation from program would place fewer demands on both our time and our lives.
i am glad to report that our ideals haven't changed, but they are no longer mere abstractions. relational ministry no longer means a freedom from depersonalizing programs, rather, it means a panic stricken knock on your door at 10 pm on a school night, a lifelong drunk attempting to make you responsible for her welfare and dutifully shouldering the cynicism of a friend. moreover, missional not only means working for compassion in our neighborhood but also inviting those who need compassion into our living room where they unload their crises and offend our bourgeoisie sensibilities. likewise, Christ's mission has required us to realize that just because someone can teach, play three cords or write encouraging letters doesn't mean that they need to use these gifts to meet the needs of the institution. rather, it often requires us to release those we love to do ministry in megachurches (of all places), university science labs and the scores of coffee shops in seattle. learning to incarnate our ideals has been messy, but we have persevered.
i know the proverbial shit has hit the fan, ye sinners and saints, but we have persevered. we are doing the work of the church. we are incarnating Christ's compassion and are faithfully proclaiming his promised reconciliation. we are learning to love the least, our enemies and, as difficult as it often is, one another. i have confidence that, by God's grace, we will continue upon this road. we will not be among those who shrink back and so are destroyed, but will be among those who stand firm and so are saved.
at the genesis we were flush with idealism. finally free from impersonal programs, happy-go-lucky worship and cliché riddled sermons. we were excited to set a different course. our conversations were liberally sprinkled with adjectives like relational and missional, we promised ourselves that we would be as committed to compassion as we were to proclamation and, let's face it, we thought that thursday night worship and emancipation from program would place fewer demands on both our time and our lives.
i am glad to report that our ideals haven't changed, but they are no longer mere abstractions. relational ministry no longer means a freedom from depersonalizing programs, rather, it means a panic stricken knock on your door at 10 pm on a school night, a lifelong drunk attempting to make you responsible for her welfare and dutifully shouldering the cynicism of a friend. moreover, missional not only means working for compassion in our neighborhood but also inviting those who need compassion into our living room where they unload their crises and offend our bourgeoisie sensibilities. likewise, Christ's mission has required us to realize that just because someone can teach, play three cords or write encouraging letters doesn't mean that they need to use these gifts to meet the needs of the institution. rather, it often requires us to release those we love to do ministry in megachurches (of all places), university science labs and the scores of coffee shops in seattle. learning to incarnate our ideals has been messy, but we have persevered.
i know the proverbial shit has hit the fan, ye sinners and saints, but we have persevered. we are doing the work of the church. we are incarnating Christ's compassion and are faithfully proclaiming his promised reconciliation. we are learning to love the least, our enemies and, as difficult as it often is, one another. i have confidence that, by God's grace, we will continue upon this road. we will not be among those who shrink back and so are destroyed, but will be among those who stand firm and so are saved.
Friday, January 28, 2005
description of the day: the gospel according to tony soprano by chris seay
For some The Sopranos is just another forbidden fruit of cable television. However, others have tasted the sweetness of the gospel story within The Sopranos and have pronounced it good. In this delectable little book pastor and certifiable 'wiseguy' Chris Seay clearly explains how even a dark story such as The Sopranos can help us to understand the consequences of our sin, embrace the promise of redemption and, eventually, pledge allegiance to our real "God-Father."
For some The Sopranos is just another forbidden fruit of cable television. However, others have tasted the sweetness of the gospel story within The Sopranos and have pronounced it good. In this delectable little book pastor and certifiable 'wiseguy' Chris Seay clearly explains how even a dark story such as The Sopranos can help us to understand the consequences of our sin, embrace the promise of redemption and, eventually, pledge allegiance to our real "God-Father."
Thursday, January 27, 2005
back by popular demand: name that title
first our women cut their hair, then children were allowed unfettered access to the TV and now ministers of God throughout the land are regularly filling their sermons with clips from secular movies. my friends, immoral decisions such as these have led us down the slippery, slippery slope to a sex-obsessed, lewd form of christianity.
the clearest evidence of the pitiful state we are in, which i like to refer to as sex-vangelicalism, is the way our own publishing houses are using nudity to sell christian books. please take a look at this list of sex-vangelical titles that have been published in the last year. to show you how difficult it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, i, along with the board of deacons have inserted three titles that have yet to be published. see if you can separate the unpublished wheat from the sex-vangelical chaff!
don't date naked
naked fruit: getting honest about the fruit of the spirit
buck naked faith: a brutally honest look at stunted spirituality
naked and not ashamed
adventures in naked faith
naked worship: dancing before the Lord like King David
generation sex: exposing the full frontal assault on american innocence
praying naked
naked parish priest
get naked: honest and authentic worship
naked christian: taking off religion to find true relationship
naked date: 10 evenings that will fan the flame of your marriage
please have your answers in before tomorrow night's tent revival. people who use google, christianconsumer.com or amazon'thewhoreofbabylon'.com to find answers will be considered both communists and liberals.
first our women cut their hair, then children were allowed unfettered access to the TV and now ministers of God throughout the land are regularly filling their sermons with clips from secular movies. my friends, immoral decisions such as these have led us down the slippery, slippery slope to a sex-obsessed, lewd form of christianity.
the clearest evidence of the pitiful state we are in, which i like to refer to as sex-vangelicalism, is the way our own publishing houses are using nudity to sell christian books. please take a look at this list of sex-vangelical titles that have been published in the last year. to show you how difficult it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, i, along with the board of deacons have inserted three titles that have yet to be published. see if you can separate the unpublished wheat from the sex-vangelical chaff!
don't date naked
naked fruit: getting honest about the fruit of the spirit
buck naked faith: a brutally honest look at stunted spirituality
naked and not ashamed
adventures in naked faith
naked worship: dancing before the Lord like King David
generation sex: exposing the full frontal assault on american innocence
praying naked
naked parish priest
get naked: honest and authentic worship
naked christian: taking off religion to find true relationship
naked date: 10 evenings that will fan the flame of your marriage
please have your answers in before tomorrow night's tent revival. people who use google, christianconsumer.com or amazon'thewhoreofbabylon'.com to find answers will be considered both communists and liberals.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
"hey kellie, check this out: dizzy is boning me again!"
dizzy is unique and special (just like everybody else). one of her more peculiar traits is her tendency to place her rawhide, bone or chew-toy against my body before thoroughly gnashing it. she usually places the object against my leg, which is acceptable, if a little odd (in the moment, i often find myself thinking, "so this is what it would feel like to have a ravenous dog chew on a paralyzed leg"). there are other areas, such as my crotch and my ass, that i refuse to let her place her bone. of course, that hasn't stopped her from trying.
dizzy is unique and special (just like everybody else). one of her more peculiar traits is her tendency to place her rawhide, bone or chew-toy against my body before thoroughly gnashing it. she usually places the object against my leg, which is acceptable, if a little odd (in the moment, i often find myself thinking, "so this is what it would feel like to have a ravenous dog chew on a paralyzed leg"). there are other areas, such as my crotch and my ass, that i refuse to let her place her bone. of course, that hasn't stopped her from trying.
Monday, January 24, 2005
another character added to the drama
kellie and i adopted a dog on saturday, right before our region was scheduled to be pounded by 24-36 inches of snow. how's that for rationality?
the dog's name is dizzy dean. you can read more about her previous life here. when we met her at the shelter, they told us her name was despy which different members of the shelter's courteous and professional staff pronounced 'depsy,' 'despi' and 'de, de, how do you say her name again?' this led us to believe a name change was in order. after toying around with the name 'dispy,' which would be both short for dispensationalist and a creative way of ridiculing fundamentalists, we settled on her current name.
since dizzy hails from a workin' breed (cattle dogs are unaccustomed to the 'g' in 'ing' participles being pronounced) she has a reservoir of energy that needs to be drained on regular occasion. knowing this, i took her out this morning for a walk, which will heretofore be known as the walk from hell.
would you like to hear about the walk from hell? i thought you might...
since beverly received at least 30 inches of snow over the weekend, our routes were rather restricted. we could either walk up to cabot street and contend with a steady stream of cars or we could walk down the steepest hill in town, which also doubles as our street. since dizzy desires to herd anything that moves, she voted for the former. since i do not desire either dizzy or myself to be hit by a car or snowplow, i chose the latter. since i'm the alpha dog at 4 judson, my vote ruled the day. i made a bad decision.
as soon as we headed down the hill dizzy did her best imitation of an iditarod champion. as a result she forced me to ski down judson street. although dr. james would have enjoyed the experience, i found it quite harrowing.
once we made it to the bottom of the hill, a ninety-pound bullmastiff peeked out from behind a stalled car. the dog seemed friendly, wagging her tail and slobbering her way towards us. however, since kate, my other dog whom i am now cheating on with dizzy, pulls this same trick right before she pummels other dogs, i made sure we kept our distance. so there i was, dragging my cattle dog away from the possum playing mastiff and using my best t.j. mackey impersonation ("phil, I will drop kick those fuckin' dogs if they come near me") to keep the mastiff at bay. then, after the mastiff found another patsy to work his magic on, i dragged dizzy up the hill she had just forced me to ski down.
after we made it up the hill, i conceded to dizzy's wisdom and attempted to walk her down cabot street. another bad idea. we made it as far as the hess station before i realized that there was nowhere to walk except in the street. moreover, the drivers (and i do use that term loosely) on the aforementioned street were acting like snow was a performance enhancer for their automobiles. thus, dizzy and i made our way back to the condo. as we were walking down the street i saw a red f-150 with a snowplow ramming snow deeper and deeper into the american legion parking slot. as he pulled back to make another viscous run he waved to let me know that he was aware of us and then throttled back into the slot. confident that the plowman knew that we were on the street, i allowed dizzy to drag me towards home. then, as suddenly as he had rammed into the slot the plowman came barreling out. i raised my leash free hand to remind him that we were there, but he kept coming. and kept coming. and, you get the picture, the next thing i knew, the gate of the truck bumped into me, i slammed my fist into the gate and hit the ground. fortunately, the rear wheel finally came to a stop.
while valiantly suppressing the filth-flarn-filth that i wanted to say, i got up out of the snow, brushed myself off and began to walk towards the condo. at this point the plowman finally saw me and asked if i was ok. i told him i was fine and made some conciliatory comment about the tight quarters on our street. at that point he noticed the American Airlines patch on the flight line jacket i swiped from my dad several years back. "hey, do you work for american airlines," he asked (and in so doing became the 1,000,000 stranger to ask that question). no, i muttered, my dad does. "do you think they're open today?" he asked. "i dunno," i muttered. "the airport says that only one runway is operating. things are probably messy." with that, i edged around the truck and headed towards the condo.
thus ended the walk from hell.
kellie and i adopted a dog on saturday, right before our region was scheduled to be pounded by 24-36 inches of snow. how's that for rationality?
the dog's name is dizzy dean. you can read more about her previous life here. when we met her at the shelter, they told us her name was despy which different members of the shelter's courteous and professional staff pronounced 'depsy,' 'despi' and 'de, de, how do you say her name again?' this led us to believe a name change was in order. after toying around with the name 'dispy,' which would be both short for dispensationalist and a creative way of ridiculing fundamentalists, we settled on her current name.
since dizzy hails from a workin' breed (cattle dogs are unaccustomed to the 'g' in 'ing' participles being pronounced) she has a reservoir of energy that needs to be drained on regular occasion. knowing this, i took her out this morning for a walk, which will heretofore be known as the walk from hell.
would you like to hear about the walk from hell? i thought you might...
since beverly received at least 30 inches of snow over the weekend, our routes were rather restricted. we could either walk up to cabot street and contend with a steady stream of cars or we could walk down the steepest hill in town, which also doubles as our street. since dizzy desires to herd anything that moves, she voted for the former. since i do not desire either dizzy or myself to be hit by a car or snowplow, i chose the latter. since i'm the alpha dog at 4 judson, my vote ruled the day. i made a bad decision.
as soon as we headed down the hill dizzy did her best imitation of an iditarod champion. as a result she forced me to ski down judson street. although dr. james would have enjoyed the experience, i found it quite harrowing.
once we made it to the bottom of the hill, a ninety-pound bullmastiff peeked out from behind a stalled car. the dog seemed friendly, wagging her tail and slobbering her way towards us. however, since kate, my other dog whom i am now cheating on with dizzy, pulls this same trick right before she pummels other dogs, i made sure we kept our distance. so there i was, dragging my cattle dog away from the possum playing mastiff and using my best t.j. mackey impersonation ("phil, I will drop kick those fuckin' dogs if they come near me") to keep the mastiff at bay. then, after the mastiff found another patsy to work his magic on, i dragged dizzy up the hill she had just forced me to ski down.
after we made it up the hill, i conceded to dizzy's wisdom and attempted to walk her down cabot street. another bad idea. we made it as far as the hess station before i realized that there was nowhere to walk except in the street. moreover, the drivers (and i do use that term loosely) on the aforementioned street were acting like snow was a performance enhancer for their automobiles. thus, dizzy and i made our way back to the condo. as we were walking down the street i saw a red f-150 with a snowplow ramming snow deeper and deeper into the american legion parking slot. as he pulled back to make another viscous run he waved to let me know that he was aware of us and then throttled back into the slot. confident that the plowman knew that we were on the street, i allowed dizzy to drag me towards home. then, as suddenly as he had rammed into the slot the plowman came barreling out. i raised my leash free hand to remind him that we were there, but he kept coming. and kept coming. and, you get the picture, the next thing i knew, the gate of the truck bumped into me, i slammed my fist into the gate and hit the ground. fortunately, the rear wheel finally came to a stop.
while valiantly suppressing the filth-flarn-filth that i wanted to say, i got up out of the snow, brushed myself off and began to walk towards the condo. at this point the plowman finally saw me and asked if i was ok. i told him i was fine and made some conciliatory comment about the tight quarters on our street. at that point he noticed the American Airlines patch on the flight line jacket i swiped from my dad several years back. "hey, do you work for american airlines," he asked (and in so doing became the 1,000,000 stranger to ask that question). no, i muttered, my dad does. "do you think they're open today?" he asked. "i dunno," i muttered. "the airport says that only one runway is operating. things are probably messy." with that, i edged around the truck and headed towards the condo.
thus ended the walk from hell.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
no rhyme or reason
dr. dobson, let's focus on this fact: only heteros use the the sponge.
and, tat for tit, it's also idiotic that another segment of the populace assumes that spongebob is gay simply because he regularly holds hands with patrick. based on that logic, nearly every woman i laid eyes on in europe is a lesbian.
dr. dobson, let's focus on this fact: only heteros use the the sponge.
and, tat for tit, it's also idiotic that another segment of the populace assumes that spongebob is gay simply because he regularly holds hands with patrick. based on that logic, nearly every woman i laid eyes on in europe is a lesbian.
description of the day: inauguration edition
Persecution by David Limbaugh
Under the guise of the first amendment the liberal left is removing prayer from schools, the mere mention of Christ from elementary school "holiday" pageants and the very foundation of our law from the Alabama Supreme Court House. In "Persecution" David Limbaugh shines the light on the darkness that is the liberal left and commands Christians to reclaim their first Amendment rights. If Christians fail to return this country to her godly foundations and the faith of her fathers, the sham of political correctness will pale in comparison to the "Persecution" that will follow.
Persecution by David Limbaugh
Under the guise of the first amendment the liberal left is removing prayer from schools, the mere mention of Christ from elementary school "holiday" pageants and the very foundation of our law from the Alabama Supreme Court House. In "Persecution" David Limbaugh shines the light on the darkness that is the liberal left and commands Christians to reclaim their first Amendment rights. If Christians fail to return this country to her godly foundations and the faith of her fathers, the sham of political correctness will pale in comparison to the "Persecution" that will follow.
for Nita on her eightieth birthday
last night i dreamed of hominy
fake redwood porches
cement statuary and satellite t.v.
last night i dreamed of hominy
the bright lights of cleveland
the city pool and and the pull of wal-mart
last night i dreamed of hominy
asphalt drives resulting in broken hips
a pearl-handled .357 and a cowgirl
last night i dreamed of hominy
reflected on a life well-lived
a reservoir of grace, hospitality and industry
last night i dreamed of hominy
but my heart was set on Juanita
a woman that i love
last night i dreamed of hominy
fake redwood porches
cement statuary and satellite t.v.
last night i dreamed of hominy
the bright lights of cleveland
the city pool and and the pull of wal-mart
last night i dreamed of hominy
asphalt drives resulting in broken hips
a pearl-handled .357 and a cowgirl
last night i dreamed of hominy
reflected on a life well-lived
a reservoir of grace, hospitality and industry
last night i dreamed of hominy
but my heart was set on Juanita
a woman that i love
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
a tale of two deliveries
everyone loves mail. whether you’re an eight year old waiting for a hot (birthday) check from grandma or you're compulsively stalking the campus mail room to see if your criterion edition of the royal tennenbaums has finally arrived from amazon, you've got to love the sight of a full mailbox, the request to sign for a delivery and the inexplicable joy of bubble wrap.
i only mention this because earlier today a member of our mail team interrupted my work to have me sign for a package. over the past couple of days i have seen rhys sign for packages that held scintillating titles like jonathan edwards: a life, God's politics and calvinism in the las vegas airport, so i as my eager fingers ripped open the manilla envelope i was awash with expectation.
the eagerly awaited result: a pre-publication copy of christian wisdom of the jedi masters. although i know that according to the code a jedi is not to show emotion, I was pissed.
everyone loves mail. whether you’re an eight year old waiting for a hot (birthday) check from grandma or you're compulsively stalking the campus mail room to see if your criterion edition of the royal tennenbaums has finally arrived from amazon, you've got to love the sight of a full mailbox, the request to sign for a delivery and the inexplicable joy of bubble wrap.
i only mention this because earlier today a member of our mail team interrupted my work to have me sign for a package. over the past couple of days i have seen rhys sign for packages that held scintillating titles like jonathan edwards: a life, God's politics and calvinism in the las vegas airport, so i as my eager fingers ripped open the manilla envelope i was awash with expectation.
the eagerly awaited result: a pre-publication copy of christian wisdom of the jedi masters. although i know that according to the code a jedi is not to show emotion, I was pissed.
Monday, January 17, 2005
today we're offering guidance divine, for the deeply discounted price of $9.99!
Why am I here? That's a good question pastor Rick! Thank you for delivering me from a life punctuated with questions and frustrations by providing the answer for $1.49!
What is my purpose? I thought that my sole purpose is to love both God and my neighbor sacrificially. But maybe I've misunderstood. Thanks to pastor Rick, for just $9.99 and forty days of my life I can fill in the gaps.
What's God's plan? Apparently his plan is for our church to buy the forty days of purpose program. Then we can: hang those cool banners in the Wilcox's living room, exchange the tedious task of studying the text of Habbakuk for a handful of pre-fabricated sermon outlines and craig, art and james can trade in their guitars for an accompaniment track full of awesome songs!
In all seriousness, what is my purpose? I don't know. But my hunch is that it's not to mass-market Christian programs in order to sustain my ministry with sinners and saints. I can't continue to proclaim a holistic gospel while living this compartmentalized life.
Why am I here? That's a good question pastor Rick! Thank you for delivering me from a life punctuated with questions and frustrations by providing the answer for $1.49!
What is my purpose? I thought that my sole purpose is to love both God and my neighbor sacrificially. But maybe I've misunderstood. Thanks to pastor Rick, for just $9.99 and forty days of my life I can fill in the gaps.
What's God's plan? Apparently his plan is for our church to buy the forty days of purpose program. Then we can: hang those cool banners in the Wilcox's living room, exchange the tedious task of studying the text of Habbakuk for a handful of pre-fabricated sermon outlines and craig, art and james can trade in their guitars for an accompaniment track full of awesome songs!
In all seriousness, what is my purpose? I don't know. But my hunch is that it's not to mass-market Christian programs in order to sustain my ministry with sinners and saints. I can't continue to proclaim a holistic gospel while living this compartmentalized life.
question one of the heidelberg catechism
"what is your only comfort in life and in death?"
"that i am not my own, but belong, body and soul, to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ."
while i readily assent to this answer it is only rarely evident in my life. i long to incarnate this answer more faithfully in the coming year.
so when...
i have a mind for leisure, but there is ministry left to do, i will find comfort in the service of others.
there is opportunity to expose my brother or sister's offense, i will take comfort in Christ's atonement and find the strength to forgive seventy times seven.
my pessimism and/or hypochondria encourages a fear of death i will take comfort in the promised resurrection.
the church succeeds i will credit Christ. when we fail i will take comfort in Christ's promise that the gates of hell will not prevail.
i am tempted to mindlessly insert my opinion i will take comfort in being quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.
simply stated, my prayer is that my assensus will flower forth into fidelitas.
"what is your only comfort in life and in death?"
"that i am not my own, but belong, body and soul, to my faithful Savior Jesus Christ."
while i readily assent to this answer it is only rarely evident in my life. i long to incarnate this answer more faithfully in the coming year.
so when...
i have a mind for leisure, but there is ministry left to do, i will find comfort in the service of others.
there is opportunity to expose my brother or sister's offense, i will take comfort in Christ's atonement and find the strength to forgive seventy times seven.
my pessimism and/or hypochondria encourages a fear of death i will take comfort in the promised resurrection.
the church succeeds i will credit Christ. when we fail i will take comfort in Christ's promise that the gates of hell will not prevail.
i am tempted to mindlessly insert my opinion i will take comfort in being quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.
simply stated, my prayer is that my assensus will flower forth into fidelitas.
Friday, January 14, 2005
description of the day
The most recent bowl of Chicken Soup has been specially prepared for the Nascar Soul. In Chicken Soup for the Nascar Soul, superstar drivers such as Jeff Gordon and Bobby Labonte will inspire you with stories about the teamwork, dedication and courage that it takes to win both the Nextel Cup and the race of life. You've been amazed by the blazing speed and intense competition of Nascar. Now, let the men of Nascar amaze you with their heart-warming stories.
The most recent bowl of Chicken Soup has been specially prepared for the Nascar Soul. In Chicken Soup for the Nascar Soul, superstar drivers such as Jeff Gordon and Bobby Labonte will inspire you with stories about the teamwork, dedication and courage that it takes to win both the Nextel Cup and the race of life. You've been amazed by the blazing speed and intense competition of Nascar. Now, let the men of Nascar amaze you with their heart-warming stories.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
survey says...
david and bubble-bathsheba and john the baptist: wet and wild were the two titles that were actually published. these books were a part of a series that was intended to help children move beyond legalism by identifying how elements of the sacred are woven into even the most secular pursuits (i.e., adultery, murder and porn). although these titles are currently out-of-print you might be able to locate copies in the amazon market place or by attending one of the warehouse sales our large consumer-driven christian company holds on a quarterly basis.
congratulations to mr. brian simkins for providing the correct answer. as a reward he will be receiving a brand-new copy of flaming dog-poo and the human response sometime within the next 4-6 weeks.
david and bubble-bathsheba and john the baptist: wet and wild were the two titles that were actually published. these books were a part of a series that was intended to help children move beyond legalism by identifying how elements of the sacred are woven into even the most secular pursuits (i.e., adultery, murder and porn). although these titles are currently out-of-print you might be able to locate copies in the amazon market place or by attending one of the warehouse sales our large consumer-driven christian company holds on a quarterly basis.
congratulations to mr. brian simkins for providing the correct answer. as a reward he will be receiving a brand-new copy of flaming dog-poo and the human response sometime within the next 4-6 weeks.
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