My Own Little Limerick

Jess is quickly becoming one of my favorite bloggers. Right now she’s doing a fun little deal where you give her your name and she writes you a limerick. Here’s the one she wrote for me:

There once was a fellow named Scott,
Who became a career astronaut.
He fought his first alien
by ousting its ganglion.
Scott’s legend in schools now is taught.

I have to say though, the one Jess did for Katie is absolutely phenomenal. And check out her about page.

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What Are Your Blog Post Standards

I write a lot for this blog. Most of it (~70%) doesn’t end up getting posted. Even this post almost got stalled in production.

Do you want me to post incomplete, rough, ill conceived posts that would otherwise never see the light of day? Do you post those kind of things? What are your standards?

Call Me

If you’re reading this, I want you to….

I’m sick of text communication. Even better, lets get together for coffee or something. I’d love to see how life’s going for you.

(stupid object isn’t working, wordpress keeps deleting my code)

Community – Putting On A Communication Face

A friend posted about Community. Read it for the context of this post.

I have thought about this too! My opinion: it’s easier to write than speak. It gives every party time to think through their response, to phrase and rephrase things to their liking, eventually submitting some comment that reveals their best and wisest face. I even did it while writing the previous sentence (and this one).

Writing allows our thoughts to be refined and precise. The issue is, people aren’t like that. People are rough, flawed, fallen. To present our thoughts in a pristine, beautiful form has great value, but it loses some of our character. We don’t get to interact with the messy side of people. And the messy side is big deal.

Dealing with imperfect people also allows for closer fellowship. Understanding and copping with others’ flaws helps me know them, love them, be gracious with them, in spite of the difficulties. And not only do I know them, but they get to know me! My sin gets stirred up when someone aggravates me. I have tons of flaws, more than enough to go around. Yet through it all, community can survive, even flourish!

None of this really addresses how to reach out to that neighbor, coworker, or friend of a friend. But it starts the discussion. I’ll save those thoughts for a future post.

(p.s. I am looking for folks to run with, so hit me up if you’re interested)

You Found Me

I had heard this song before, but had never really listened to the words. I share them with you now:

I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, “Where you been?” He said, “Ask anything”

Where were you when everything was falling apart?
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To the corner of 1st and Amistad

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me

But in the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who’s ever known
Who I am, who I’m not and who I wanna be
No way to know how long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me!

The early morning, the city breaks
And I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want!

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, where were you? Where were you?

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me!

Why’d you have to wait to find me, to find me?

I don’t know what to make of it all, but I hear a seeking for God. I had thought it was a throwback to Job with the “Where were you” action, but it’s pretty clear that God is being questioned, they want to know why God didn’t call before, why He didn’t find them sooner. However it’s intended, I like the song, especially because of how I see God in it.