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Friday, 09 October 2009

  • Since I turned 27 this week, here are 27 things I like:
    1. Star Wars
    2. My family
    3. God's Church
    4. Oreos
    5. Listening to Music
    6. Fish
    7. Books
    8. Pizza
    9. Fast Cars
    10. Star Gazing
    11. Swimming
    12. The beach
    13. Museums
    14. Playing music
    15. Video Games
    16. Meeting People
    17. Legos
    18. Travelling
    19. Mountains
    20. Hikes in the woods
    21. Camping
    22. Cities
    23. Snow
    24. Sledding
    25. Zoos/Aquariums
    26. Dogs
    27. Roller-coasters

    What are some things you like?

Wednesday, 09 September 2009

  • Works of Love

    Works of Love is something by Kierkegaard. No big surprise there that I am interested in the title for that simple reason.

    What is more interesting for me today is that I came across it in Athanasius' On the Incarnation.  Here, he uses it to refer to two main things.  Jesus taking the death penalty for us. Jesus revealing Himself to us as God.

    What a place to start for works of love.

    I can not escape the fact that if Christianity is to be real it must be about service.  Complete service.  The way Jesus did.  Jesus is the logos.  Not the words in the book, but the words in the book gain meaning because of the logos. 

    There are a lot of related questions which may rightfully be asked. I am not sure that any of us are qualified to give a definitive answer to those oh-so-appropriate questions.

    Do not get me wrong.  I am not  a relativist. Or a po-mo-er. Or any of that. I can probably defend the idea of truth better than the typical American.

    Despite all of this I keep getting drawn back to Jesus as the word. 

    My prayer for today- Father in Heaven, help me to know Jesus. Help me to know Him by intimate and unabashed acquaintance. Thank you for letting me draw close to your perfect Son. Thank you for serving us. Help me to serve too with the aide of your Holy Spirit. In Jesus name, amen.

Saturday, 29 August 2009

  • Xanga died. Almost. At least for me.

    I go through periods of time when I do not blog a lot.  Not that I ever really blog a ton anyhow.  However, this time I got closer than before to just giving up the blogging thing. It usually happens when I get obsessive, depressive, and maniacal all at the same time.  Just throw in a bunch of different things that need to get done, a device or too that is shiny enough to lure my attention away for a bit, and a pinch of craziness and you have the recipe for a perfect non-blogging storm.  Not that I have really said anything so far in this blog anyhow. 

    Blogging, for the most part, is for me.  I am not sure that I care if anyone reads this or not. What I am sure about is that I constantly feel like I am slipping away into oblivion.  Like my life is that proverbial hour glass.

    I try and try to look forward to the day I am in heaven. To imagine. A lot of the time this world around me is just to dark. Blocks out too much of the sky.  Did you hear about the woman with the 11 year old and 15 year old daughters.  This woman was kidnapped when she was 11 herself.  She is 29 now. Just a little bit older than me.  The father of her daughters is the man who kidnapped her. 

    I really want everything to be fixed. I really want their to be justice and hope. More than just for me.  I just write these things to have a reminder. So that hopefully I can remind at least one more person that there is real hope.  Real hope.

    It is hard to live with that sometimes.  I just want God to reach out with those hands that I read about in Exodus. The hand that he uses to cover Moses in the cleft of the rock. That hand that protects and loves all in one go.  I have the same plea of God.

    Please don't go. Please just make your presence known. Please just let me see you, but not for me.  Please let me see you for your children's sake. For your name sake.

    I am not sure that I can live through the experience though. 

    My prayer this Friday night, "God help me to shine. I know your Son Jesus is the light.  Help me to let your light shine like a beacon on the hill. In Jesus name, Amen."

Monday, 27 July 2009

  • Currently
    Gish
    By Smashing Pumpkins
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    Random thoughts for five minutes while I wish I was rocking out on my guitar

    It's 1:04 a.m. on July 27th, 2009, Pacific Time as I type this.  My eyes are tired. My fingers want to stop typing and avoid using the mouse, but it's ok.

    Just finished listening to Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir" and now I have a little Modest Mouse "Fire It Up" to keep me company.

    Working on a website is fun and frustrating. Hopefully it looks good. What a weird thing to work on. 

    Even if we have been purposeful with our time it often gets clouded and cluttered with other things.  The only thing that is actually immediate in the hunger (or lack of it) in your stomach, the desire in your heart, and the longing in your memories. 

    If I could remember every little moment the way I wanted to I would be even more surrounded by the furniture of my past.  This room could not contain it.  Will we ever have enough? 

    Ever tried to save an ice cube from the heat.  You're just not cold enough.  



Thursday, 16 July 2009

  • Currently
    Wilco (The Album)
    By Wilco
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    Chest Spaghetti

    We ate spaghetti tonight. Soren loves spaghetti. Just like he loves most food.  The biggest difference is that we have figured out that when it comes to eating spaghetti a diaper is the only clothing required. This leads to chest spaghetti. Remember, here "chest" is in the adjectival form.  

    I have no idea what chest spaghetti tastes like.  Cross my heart and hope to die. I really have no idea. It has crossed my mind to try it.  Then I decided that was a bad idea. I would have to admit it someday if I did. Somehow, not sure how, but somehow I would have to admit. 

    Soren likes chest spaghetti though. It tastes at least as equally good as the other stuff from what I can tell. He has no inhibitions about this and considering that I also let him eat leg cheerios, arm banana, and hair ketchup he will probably be just fine.

    There are times when it is good to watch a child with innocence.  He loves life and enjoys the simple things. He does not worry about being cool enough or witty enough. He just lives his live.

    What a way to live. Thanks for reminding me with your chest spaghetti Soren.

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  • let's see, i am married to a wonderful woman who allows me to indulge in Star Wars. and i like to read and play guitar. hoping to get my Ph.D. someday in Philosophy and that reality is getting closer by the day...or at least i hope so