fall fun

October 31, 2007

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Halloween always reminds me of Jack Handy’s deep thoughts.  Though I confess: I’m a little embarrassed by some of the high school pranks that guy inspired.  (Sorry again Brad, Eric, & Chris… ’bout that whole pumpkin episode.)

I still think he’s funny:

If you’re a circus clown, and you have a dog that you use in your act, I don’t think it’s a good idea to also dress the dog up like a clown, because people see that and they think, “Forgive me, but that’s just too much.”

– Jack Handey, Deep Thoughts

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(So does Cindy Crawford.)  Here’s the (now) famous version.

rest

October 29, 2007

(A good thing.)

in medias res

October 28, 2007

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I was overcome with hope today during the last 20 minutes of corporate worship.  After a solemn message provoking my sensitivities regarding war, I wept as Christ (in and through His Body) proclaimed, again, the final word: We’ll join in singing with all the redeemed, Satan is vanquished and Jesus is King.For now, we feel so deeply what it is to be in the middle of things.  And in this place (in the middle), I think Chesterton is right:

What we need is not the old acceptance of the world as a compromise, but some way in which we can heartily hate and heartily love it.  We do not want joy and anger to neutralize each other and produce a surly contentment; we want a fiercer delight and fiercer discontent.  We have to see the universe at once as an ogre’s castle, to be stormed, and yet as our own cottage, to which we can return at evening.

And so it should be – this life of ours – in between the “ought” and the “is” …

But living so veritably – so earnestly and truly – amidst two irreconcilable realities (both of them pressing-in) is an elusive practice for me.  (Most days, I feel “surly content” … not “fiercer delight and fiercer discontent.”)

Not this day.  In the presence of my own deep consternation … in the presence of Christ’s incarnate community, (alas) the train did wreck.  And the universe was an ogre’s castle and our very own cottage come evening.  Where – save in the community of faith – does such perfect paradox find expression?

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Come Thanksgiving, I’ll get time with another couple of cuties!  Yet two more reasons why I love those words: “Aunt Nettie” …

the perfect date …

October 26, 2007

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About once a month, I get an entire evening with my kc-heart-throb, Ethan Cole.  I always feel grateful and refreshed after our time together.  (Tonite was no exception.)  We usually get a few good chuckles in.  Tonite’s big joke – I’m pretty sure it’s been the big joke all month- was putting the ball inside the cup; then pretending to drink.  Yeah.  That one’s funny for a long time.  Can’t wait for all the laughs (even tears) yet to come…

evening psalm

October 25, 2007

1 O LORD, I call to you; come quickly to me. Hear my voice when I call to you. 
2 May my prayer be set before you like incense;
may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice. 
3 Set a guard over my mouth, O LORD; keep watch over the door of my lips. 
4 Let not my heart be drawn to what is evil,
to take part in wicked deeds with men who are evildoers;
let me not eat of their delicacies. 
5 Let a righteous man strike me– it is a kindness; let him rebuke me–
it is oil on my head. My head will not refuse it.
Yet my prayer is ever against the deeds of evildoers; 
6 their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,
and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken. 
7 They will say, “As one plows and breaks up the earth,
so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave.” 
8 But my eyes are fixed on you, O Sovereign LORD;
in you I take refuge– do not give me over to death. 
9 Keep me from the snares they have laid for me, from the traps set by evildoers. 
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I pass by in safety.

–David, Psalm 141