Archive for February, 2008

Bob Geldof Interviews Pres. Bush

February 28, 2008

For all the Bush haters out there, you might want to dial it back a little.

Read this. (HT:BHT)


Who, Me?…Poetry?

February 21, 2008

I didn’t grow up with any appreciation of poetry. So it is somewhat surprising to me that later in life I have begun to read a few poets. Christina Rosetti, John  Donne, G. M. Hopkins, Gerhard Tersteegen, and Wendell Berry to name a few.

Wendell Berry is one that makes me slow down and breathe easier. It’s not because he only says comforting things, but rather because he brings a quality of sabbath to bear in his writings.  It doesn’t take a literary genius to figure that out though. His volume, A Timbered Choir, is tagged on the cover, “The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997”.

This is one, from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, I really resonate with.

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry

I’m Haunted (part 1)

February 16, 2008

I’m Haunted. It seems like I’ve been haunted forever.

I’m haunted by verses of scripture that say things like, “Religion that is pure… is this: that you visit widows and orphans in their afflictions….”, or this, “If one of you says to him, ‘Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed.’, but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?”, or this,”I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do to one of the least of these, you did not do unto me.”

I’m haunted by how much stuff I have and how much stuff I still want.

I’m haunted by how many times I have turned away from that guy at the exit ramp  with the sign that invariably says “Stranded…God Bless” 

But I think I’m haunted most by the eyes of any, no, every little African child, hollow, listless, almost lifeless, and certainly hopeless.

Lately I’m haunted by the reports from the Compassion International blogggers trip to Uganda.

As I write this I’m sitting at my computer, in my warm house, listening to music on my Bose SoundDock. I’m trying to figure out what to fix for dinner that will work with the low-carb diet I’m on because I’ve eaten so much over the last year or so that I’m getting fat. 

Something is wrong with this picture.

American Christianity

February 12, 2008

If you want a good reminder of what we are supposed to be about, read this.

Update- Also, check out these bloggers in Uganda.

Quote Of The Day

February 11, 2008

Here’s a good one. Ouch.

“The matter is quite simple. The Bible is very easy to understand. But we Christians are a bunch of scheming swindlers. We pretend to be unable to understand it because we know very well that the minute we understand we are obliged to act accordingly. Take any words in the New Testament and forget everything except pledging yourself to act accordingly. My God, you will say, if I do that my whole life will be ruined. How would I ever get on in the world?

Herein lies the real place of Christian scholarship. Christian scholarship is the Church’s prodigious invention to defend itself against the Bible, to ensure that we can continue to be good Christians without the Bible coming too close. Oh, priceless scholarship, what would we do without you? Dreadful it is to fall into the hands of the living God. Yes, it is even dreadful to be alone with the New Testament.”

-Soren Kierkegaard

It’s “No-One-Cares-For-My-Soul-Friday!”… Only, Like On Saturday, Because I’m A Day Late

February 9, 2008

Oops! Since “No-One-Cares-For-My-Soul-Friday” isn’t officially listed on the church calendar, I don’t think anyone will mind. This week it’s “No-One-Cares-For-My-Soul-Saturday”

Friday is (usually) the day I ask you, “How are you really doing?

The reason I ask this is, well, lots of people ask how you’re doing, but not very many really want the truth. The unvarnished, messy, sometimes embarrassing  truth. But I am asking for that truth.

If you do write in know that I’ll pray for you and that you won’t get trite, easy answers to real problems. Even if you don’t write in at least you’ll know someone is asking. 

“Carry On My Wayward Son”… On An Organ… By A Little Japanese Girl

February 5, 2008

Wow. Just wow.

Even the audience at the end seems to be dumbfounded. 

My piano recitals never sounded like this.

It’s Friday!

February 1, 2008

Both of you who have been reading this blog for a while know that Friday is the day I ask you, “How are you really doing?

The reason I ask this is, well, lots of people ask how you’re doing, but not very many really want the truth. The unvarnished, messy, sometimes embarrassing  truth.

The truth for most of us is that we’re not nearly as far along as we thought we’d be by now, that we’re hiding behind various masks we’ve constructed to show everyone what we think we’re supposed to be, and that keeps us from knowing and really being known. We are alone because no one knows us. We feel like Psalm 142:4, “No one cares for my soul.”

It’s no wonder. Not only will no one really listen to me, I couldn’t tell them even if they would listen. (I know this isn’t true for everyone, but it’s true for enough of us to be a “true” statement) Well, not on Friday’s here.

I’m asking, and listening, and for once the anonymity of the interweb can help.

Tell me how it’s really going.  Use your real name or not, fine with me. But be honest. Even if you don’t write, you’ll know someone is at least asking.

If you do write, know that; I’ll pray for you (pray for me too), I won’t give you trite, easy answers, and that I’m trying to work on my log, before your splinter.  

*Disclaimer* If this post reads like it was written by someone with no idea how to form coherent sentences, we’ve been dealing with a stomach bug at our house, and I’m a little sleep deprived. Sorry.