Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sometimes we cut hair


SoMeTimEs wE cUt HaIr BeCaUsE iT grOws. You KNow?

Duplicitous.

I really enjoyed laughing and living at ATM this afternoon. There should be more of that in life. But I knew I had to leave because life can’t stop. And I have to keep my feet in the ruts of this course or I’ll be swept into the barren desert.

Did you know David Wilkerson says our cities are about to explode with more destruction and raging fires than we have ever seen.

http://www.worldnetdaily.com/index.php?fa=PAGE.view&pageId=91097

I don’t know about that. Maybe we are already there.

William Carey, the father of modern missions to the lost, lived by the motto of “Expect great things from God. Attempt great things for God”.

Not sure where the future is leading me. I am baffled as to the reason my heart rate or anxiety or thyroid or whatever mysterious thing this is that has engulfed my waking and non-waking moments in recent weeks. It is engrossing and throwing life off balance.

I think I have expected great things from God, but have not really put much effort into attempting to do great things for God. I let my failures get the best of me. At least I have in the past. I have an even greater now to live for God’s greater glory, even while stricken with this manifestation of freaking out. I’m encouraged by the words and heart of my friend, Rich, who desires to be more faithful in everything he does. So may we be more faithful with our lives, knowing that our bodies are not our own; may we give more, may we be faithful to friends and lovers, bosses and teachers, the silent ones and the destitute. May we live life to the fullest. May we rise up to the challenges that lay ahead. May we take joy in the difficult.

And may we delight in the less complex events, like having a party to give a shaggy friend a haircut.



Sunday, March 1, 2009

Riding the Rails in November (or from Munich to Mannheim One Morning)


Riding the Rails in November
(or From Munich to Mannheim one Morning)

Click Clack
The Trees and Buildings
Cities and Skies
Click Clack
Autumn’s brown drab
Bleeding furiously by

And in the peripheral
Hurtling past my window seat
I catch the vivid reruns
Flashing past my
Captivated eyes


These faceless faces
And bleeding lives
Equally bound in
Haunting beauty and
Pernicious lies
Staccato
It Crashes
Where did it all flow?

Click Clack
And in the peripheral
Hurtling past my window seat
I catch the vivid reruns
Flashing past my
Captivated eyes
Click Clack


RBR2007/2009