I did not care to write. I was sapped dry. Creative juices drained from my soul. I had ideas, daily. But didn’t wanna write. At all. Still kinda not in the mood. Yet I am motivated to spill my guts, wax opinionated and generally slather my words in this space. More to come…
I guess I have finally figured it out. Everything is without savor to me. I have lost love. Life is in the mundane. I crave little spiritually. I have no motivation to pursue much more than I have, though I want so much more. I am up late at night, wanting to go to bed, but avoiding it. I hang out at clubs, listening to live music, empty. I am connecting with few. My prayers are gibberish. My heart knows what to pray for, but I have an hard time getting myself to approach the throne of grace. I am groping my way around the dark night in my soul. Read the rest of this entry »
“Oh Lord, give thy servant this mornin’ the eyes of the eagle and the wisdom of the owl; connect his soul with the gospel telephone in the central skies; illuminate his brow with the Sun of Heaven; possess his mind with the love for the people; turpentine his imagination; grease his lips with possum oil; electrify his brain with the lightnin’ of the Word; put perpetual motion in his arms; fill him plum full of dynamite of Thy glory; anoint him all over with the kerosene of salvation, and set him on fire. Amen!”
Quote from an old Mississippi country preacher
Now this is a real prayer. Not full of the religious jargon and Christianese that is prevalent throughout churches today.
This post is mainly for men — real men. Men who what to fight for beauty. I am sure you all know of women who have been injured. Injured though abuse, bad marriages, disrespect and dishonor by other men or family members. Women who have been mishandled by their dad’s because they loved imperfectly. Female spirits that have been broken down. We all know these women. Read the rest of this entry »
“I mean this girl was different, man. When we’d go out, we wouldn’t even have to go out. We’d just hang out. This girl made me trust myself. I was walking around, feeling satisfied, can you imagine that? But then she cuts me loose. I dont know why, she won’t tell me why. Maybe its because of her father, I dont know. She won’t talk to me. Won’t look at me!”
Lloyd Dobbler from the movie Say Anything
Ok, wait. I am not comfortable with this idea… entirely. We live in a democracy here in the US. But the other not-of-this-world kingdom we inhabit is a monarchy. With Jesus as King, and us as His Grace-compelled subjects. That’s a tough concept in a culture where I feel like I have to be in control and where I am responsible for creating my own manifest destiny. It’s also tough to comprehend in light of all the tough stuff I have gone through in my life. When it all seems so out of control and hopeless, how can Jesus reign? Read the rest of this entry »
The spirit is willing the flesh is still weak
Corpses lay rotting corpses still reek
Walk in the flesh and your members of sin
Determine your place your death in the end
Kill the sarx
Kill the sarx
Hang him from your rafters
Lyrics by Scaterd Few from the Album Sin Disease
This is how I feel. My struggles lately center around irritation with people. While there are some that I feel I can impart grace to, there are others that I feel are stupid and beyond hope. Not that I feel that I am much better. After all, I fail just as much as the next person. The sarx (Greek for flesh) is alive and well in my existence.
I have grown weary. Weary of the Microsoft juggernaut. With all due respect to all my friends that work there, I have to say that my era of running Windows is crashing to a halt (how appropo). I have used Windows since v. 2.0. I am not bashing its basic capabililties, for it has served me well, if not without bluescreens and other wierd errors. Vista is a snorefest. About the best feature in it is the Parental Controls. Other than that, all the Wow! that Microsoft has been hyping during the long lead up to the delayed Vista release is lost on me. Snore… Read the rest of this entry »
I am seeing more and more people, followers of Christ included, jumping on the global warming bandwagon. If we are to believe AlGore and all of his hapless media suckers, we’ll sink into the ocean within the coming years and seep into extinction. Chicken Little is rearing his fuzzy little environmental head. Read the rest of this entry »
She sits hunched over, and half-naked in her wheelchair. She is emaciated from years of cancer treatments, 17 to be exact. Her face exudes sadness and frustration. A triple break in her hip has constrained her mobility. She is struggling to get ready for bed, relying on me for help. She’s my mom, and I am her only son. Read the rest of this entry »
