Friday, December 25, 2009
"I am a servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word."
This was the exact response of a poor, illiterate, unmarried, nothing-going-for-her, scared, small-town girl who was between the age of twelve and sixteen when she was told she was going to the most significant woman in all of history.
She was about to become the mother of Jesus.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
"I can escape below into skepticism and intellectualism, hanging on for dear life.
Or, with radical amazement, I can stay on deck and boldly stand in surrendered faith to the truth of my belovedness, caught up in the reckless raging fury that they call the love of God.
And learn to pray." --Brennan Manning
I must learn to pray like I'm surviving a storm, not taking a test.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
-walking through a freezing cold Montana creek
-laying on the warm ground after getting out of the pool
-cool bed sheets
-dog following me at my heels
-trying to hold back a laugh in a quiet room full of people
-ladders in libraries
-watching an M-80 explode under water
-throwing glow sticks into the ocean (don't do often because of environmental issues, but do at least once because of the coolness factor)
-new car smell
-leather briefcases (Indiana Jones style)
-rolling the dice to determine who will live or die when playing the board game, Risk
-throwing rocks at things floating in the water
-snow getting inside my shirt when falling over while skiing (not because of comfort, but because of the intense reminder that I am very alive)
-storing moments and feelings in pictures
-peeling off sunburnt skin
-building a bookshelf
-the fresh smell of morning
-Coke in a styrofoam cup with crushed ice at a Braves game
-fresh strings on a guitar
-smell of pipe smoke
-sound of scratches when listening to a record
-when words look good on a page
-storm rolling in over the ocean
-eating an orange right off the tree
-putting ornaments on the freshly cut Christmas tree
-sitting in a living room full of people
-charcoal grilled hamburgers (hand-shaped beef, not that frozen nonsense)
-getting my hair cut
-jogging at night
-playing music with my best friends
-watching the massive ships from Savannah's River Street
-smell of books
-seeing the men's restroom sign after a long movie and a large Coke
-spitting off high balconies
-revolving doors because no one ever walks through them with total confidence (watch people's faces as they time their first step)
-my grandparent's grandfather clock ringing
-acting ridiculously passionate at a football game and high-fiving people you don't know
-watching a massive flock of birds change direction at the same time
-taking the pack off after a long stretch of the hike
-eating watermelon off of the rind
-the chill you get when you first sit in a hot tub
-looking around at everyone's faces when the fireworks light up the sky
-the moment after something terrible could have just happened but didn't
What are some of your simple likes?
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Things that happened today that I am thankful for:
-Late night conversation with my granddad after everyone else had gone to sleep. We talked about pursuing dreams and the meaning of success. I will always cherish sitting across from him at that table in their house on the lake.
-Climbing a tree to retrieve the football I had so conveniently placed there. It reminded me of being a kid and skinning my knees.
-Laughing while passing the turkey and stuffing (yes, it is called stuffing if it is stuffed inside the turkey). Laughter always seems to follow us to the dinner table.
-Smelling my grandmother's cinnamon bread when I walked into the kitchen this morning. When we used to stay with them every summer when we were kids, this was the smell that always guaranteed a good day was ahead of you.
-Looking through my grandmother's photo albums with the football game on in the background. These pictures are some of the moments I revisited.
Thank you for the past.
It's the only reason the now exists.
Grandma and Grandpa in 1961.
Mom and Dad in 1986.
Dad and I in 1989.
Dad, Mike, and I in 1992.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Stumbled on these pictures recently.
As I was thinking about the upcoming Christmas events this year, I reflected on past Christmas experiences.
Last year my family gave each other a trip to Roatan to go scuba diving.
Out of this world.
Just a few words to describe it.
If you want to bond with your family this Christmas, do something that stretches you and is out of the ordinary (for us, it was a scuba diving trip and the best quesadilla on the planet) in place of the presents that none of us ever need.
Also, if you've ever dreamed of traveling to another planet, scuba diving will take you there.
Talk about what you're thankful for this Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
"My heart feels heavy."
"My punishment must be coming because I do the very things I hate."
How do we win?
How do we overcome the temptations that our minds and bodies throw at our souls?
How do we get out of this hole of hopeless battling?
How do we grow?
How do we put a stop to our boredom?
How do we gain the qualities we want to have?
How do we know Jesus?
Meditate on the words that God himself wrote for us and our specific situations.
Meditate--to contemplate deeply.
This is what the Bible tells us to do.
How we do it is through memorizing the words and keeping them in our thoughts as we go about the day.
I have forever been horrible at this.
This method helped me:
-get a small journal
-print out the verses you are going to memorize for the week and tape them to the front of the page
-keep a tally of how many times you say them each day
-write your thoughts on the verses you are memorizing on the back of the page
-don't try to memorize too many verses each week...it'll make you not do it (1-4 is good)
-look back over previous weeks to keep them fresh and accessible
Thursday, October 29, 2009
We see this everywhere around Halloween.
Blood, guts, and gore are our entertainment.
"Hey man, my costume is cooler than yours because, I mean, you look dead, but I look really dead."
The nastier the better, right?
It's interesting that, in the middle of this, a subtle message of beautiful hope has squeezed it's way in.
What if...what if this statement is for life, and not death alone?
What if peace is something we could gain and rest was simply the result of that gain?
The promise of entering into rest still stands.
So let's reach it.
Peace cannot come from something that has no peace...aka...me.
So it must come from something out of this world.
If you are tired, peace is your answer.
Joy found in gravestones.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I have a bonsai tree.
I have a bonsai tree because it makes me feel like Mr. Miyagi.
I want to feel like Mr. Miyagi because he seems like the type of guy who lived a contemplative and meaningful life because he thought through his decisions instead of immediately responding with ignorance.
Monday, October 26, 2009
The book I just bought was longing to be read so I took it up to the park to read it. The reason I had time to go to the park in the first place was because the work I had to do this evening was cancelled. I often like it when things get cancelled…mostly because of my laziness, but also because things getting cancelled causes me to actually think through what I am going to do with my time instead of flowing past moments and days.
Anyway, as I was leaving the park, I walked past a guy with a metal detector. I looked around for the beach and the other old guys with metal detectors, but neither were there. Now, because there was no sand around, I had to stop and study the situation. He was walking all around the park, through mothers chasing their children, past the flock of geese and flying frisbees, just following his plotted path to search the whole area.
I thought to myself, “I would never do that.” It just seemed like a goofy thing to be doing; walking around waving the metal detector over the freshly-cut grass. My eyes moved from the guy to my car door as I approached it.
As I went to turn on my car I looked up to see the guy bent over digging something out of the grass. Then I laughed and reminded myself how much of a judgmental goof I was.
Because even things that seem purposeless have rewards.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Beautiful...what does it mean?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
-The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning...a must read
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
One of the best places to go for a unique environment for photography is an antique store.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I have always believed that the world involves magic.