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Potholes
"It's so hot inside my soul,
I swear there must be blisters on my heart..."
Rich Mullins
You ever have one of those nights? Where some concern or the other just nagged you all night? You know the ones I mean. Where you are anxious enough that you can't actually stay asleep and when you do wake up you return immediately to whatever the situation ( Read more... ) -
Loss
I was preparing for my sermon this week and looking over famous epitaphs and grave stones and I came to John Keats. Now, for those of you who don't know or haven't cared, Keats is my favorite poet, ever. He embodied a passion and love for life and creation that only one who lived as painful and short a life as he did can apprehend. The candle ( Read more... ) -
Morning
So occasionally my brain goes into this state of, I don't know, hibernation. My spirit follows or vice versa. I don't learn anything in that state and sometimes I feel like a zombie. Many things contribute to the coming of the "gray" and sometimes I am aware of the impending doom ( Read more... ) -
Afternoon, folks
The truth is..........I have nothing to say ( Read more... ) -
Changes comin' on...........
Hey, I am in the process of closing out my old blogger accounts, I am going to move over a few of the posts to LJ, post date them and keep them here so..............I don't know how that will come out, I apologize in advance. Then I think I will return to a normal schedule. -
Posting
This is just a quick post to say, "Sorry I haven't posted." I have been incredibly busy between planning for next years Well gatherings, writing out our membership and structural framework, finalizing our discipleship model, working on viral ads with Jack, my Inkwell project, contacting the myriad visitors we have had and keeping up with my ( Read more... ) -
Cure for the Common Suck
Today is the day ( Read more... ) -
Rainy Days
Greetings, all. Hopefully I can get back on the horse here and get back to blogging on a more consistent basis ( Read more... ) -
Rain
As I sit here this morning at Dominican Joe's, I can look out the front window and watch the rain fall down. The day is a slick silver gray with it's own rhythm and melody and I am thankful, as I should be, for the rain that we have needed for so long. It needs to continue, despite the disruption that it represents, it's been a long dry spell ( Read more... )