The unbelievable tragedy in Connecticut is wrong on many levels. And on every level, with every issue there are sides to argue. Most of us instinctively pick one. We disagree, or at least we see the issues differently. If you spend a few minutes on the internet, you will find wildly divergent perspectives, charged with intense emotion. Interestingly, the conflict on these issues, especially when the issue is the main connection (rather than the relationship), rarely ends in resolution. More often than not, it ends in greater anger, judgement and separation.
Perspectives of a barely awake middle aged failure. Considering the risks of getting up.
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Monday, December 17, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Thank You Ryan Woods
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My friend Ryan Woods took a short cut today. After spending his rich life generously, graciously and with much humor and honesty - He left. Too soon for those that knew him even a little. He raised the bar for the rest of us and kept the angels laughing and scratching their beards. I will miss him and I am terribly sad for Jess and their kids but God is good and he will love them well.
Ryan laid it all out. He risked nearly everything. I’d just say he risked it all but I don’t know him that well. It sure seemed like it. In doing so, he secured all that was important and left behind a whole passel of people who at the very least are curious and at most are following him while he follows Jesus.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
How To Feel Jesus In Some Not-So-Simple Steps
It’s been a rough summer. My allergies this year were weird. I’ve had hay-fever since the summer of my fifteenth year - the year I worked at the Faulkenberg’s, stumbling under a five gallon pack of RoundUp and chopping thistles in the middle of yellow fields of hay. My hay-fever normally manifests itself with watery, itchy eyes, violent sneezing and unexplainably large portions of uncontrollable mucus that end up spraying with the sneezes and nose blowing. I’ve developed a skill with this that comes in handy during on runs and bike rides. Plug a nostril, lean to the side while twisting my head and blow. Usually snot is deposited where I intend.
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