At the end...

Time for a mild rant, I'm tired of hearing the phrase "at the end of the day". Every one and their brother is using it, someone put a fork in it because it's done. I figure when the dust settles we will realize that al the pundits where just trying to sound like visionaries, with a overly market tested catch phrase. To me, it just sounds like a bunch of "talking point" writers have become lazy, and once the cards have been dealt and the hand played they will be shown for the frauds that they are. So hopefully soon, we will hear the final buzzer and some more creative ways of expressing themselves. Cue the fat lady please....

I'm NAKED!!!

"I'm NAKED!!!!" My girls, cry out as they get ready for their shower. The joy of being naked and unashamed. That joy was lost to me some time ago. I don't remember when exactly when it happened, but I know I'm as prone as anybody to try to cover myself. Cover myself with all kinds of things. To shift the blame, to spin the perception of others towards me. The hope that others would only see what I show them.
I have seen Christ working in my life, the changing of my heart, the renewing of my mind. I asked God to show me where I needed to be humbled, my pride broken. Even though I was warned that it might lead to humiliation. As the t-shirt reads, "pain is just weakness leaving your body" I think it might also be true that humiliation is just pride leaving your spirit. As I have been humbled I find that it was pride that reveled my shame. When I thought I deserved to be seen as greater than I am, and was seen as I truly am, I was humiliated. In my pride I esteemed myself to highly. There for I strive to be naked to myself and others, I am uneducated, I am unpopular, I am naked. And my yes will be yes, and my no, no. Even to myself.


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Vicarious Blessings

This post has been a long time in coming. Maybe I'm a little behind the curve, but for the, oh, lets say ,last six months I get real joy out of my friends blessings. Now mind you, I don't mean blessings between me and my friends. But rather the blessings I have nothing o do with, the promotion at work, tickets to the big game or show, the new love. Now of course, the closer I am to the person receiving the blessing the the more I rejoice. It is amazing how little I think about myself regarding these things, I think I will be just as happy with vicarious blessings as I am with my own.


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Anointed ones

So, like I said before, I'm reading though Numbers. There is so much in this book it's going to take a while to read it all. I feel compelled to stop reading and just stew in what I've read. Case in point, Numbers 16 A bunch of people decide that they should be peers to Moses and Aaron, they were wrong and God caused the earth to swallow them, like aSandworm from Dune. After spending a couple of days in awe. I begin to think of Daniel, I know it sounds odd, but this is my blog. I wonder if that episode (Moses not Dune) popped into Daniel's head in 1 Sam 26:8-11. It seems like a good reason to respect authority.

The most humble man I know

It has been a long time I know. I have been reading as opposed to studying. I'm reading Numbers, Mere Christianity, and Biblical Eldership. The last two have been rather sporadic as of late. But I came across something in Numbers that I just can't shake, in 12:3 it reads, (Now the man Moses was very humble, more than any man who was on the face of the earth.) It just amazes me, that at a time in my life when I seem to be hyper-sensitive to pride in my own life, I am presented with Moses as an example of humility. I've been reflecting a lot on the life of Moses, and even though it wasn't my first thought, I have a strong feeling it was the time spent with God, face to face. I'm sure that would do it. It seems the more time I spend with God, the more humble I become. Maybe soon I'll get a "Most Humble Man I Know" t-shirt.

The fight is on....

It has been a rough couple of weeks. It seems the fight against my more base desires is never won. I wish I could blame all my weaknesses on the devil but I know it is me that is my enemy. I often grow weary of beating my own thoughts into submission, but music seems to help. Namely, early Stavesacre, helps me to focus my thoughts and engage in the battle. Reminding me where my "shelter from the ever present enemy" is. And that the " hardest part of letting go, is trusting You with everything, and laying bare my soul". Of course the higher the decibel level the better.


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