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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So-so

Finally, I'm back from vacation. It was some good times. And some mediocre times. Case in point, I won't be recommending any of the Las Vegas Cigar Factory cigars. I tried one of the blends in a maduro wrapper. It didn't quite suck, the draw was fine, which means it was quite easy to experience mediocrity. Seems to me as though it might be easiest to be mediocre. Oh, its so tempting to be mediocre, just cruise thoughnot putting in much if any effort. Just think about it. For myself it takes at least some effort to be bad, or maybe better yet, it takes effort to fail. You have to expose yourself to risk before you can fail. Easier to not risk anything than to fail... easier to fail than be great.

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Seaside Singlewide

Seaside Singlewide
(A Trailer Trash epic)

Found my spot on the shoreline
Ten paces to the dry side of high tide
Is where I'll park my trailer in no time
My own little seaside singlewide

Toes in sand, I lean back in a resin chair
With an Avo burning and a cold Guinness
Watch the sun setting, smell the sea in the air
What tomorrow brings, I couldn't care less

I woke before dawn to a new sensation
A storm blew in, and the waves washed me out
So now my singlewide is floating in the ocean
Along with a sinking feeling and rising doubt

Quickly find my singlewide is not seaworthy
As it has aready become an aquatic habitat
I was swiming in a riptide by six thirty
Using a resin chair as a make shift raft

Homeless but alive on a rocky shore
With nothing ahead of me but sheer cliffs
I begin to climb soon my body is sore
Takes forever and a day to reach the precipice

Exhausted on the plateau I can only lay
On this hard flat and steady stone
Both of us warmed by the sun's ray
Thinking this is where I'll build my home

poetry