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Friday, June 27, 2008

Fri, 27 Jun 2008 17:06:27 GMT

"... I don't think God wants to be worshipped. I think the only pure worship of God is by loving one another, and I think all other forms of worship become a substitute for the love that we should show one another."

- Charles M. Schulz

Haha

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 02:09:32 GMT

Monday, May 05, 2008

Mon, 05 May 2008 05:29:01 GMT

How do you be yourself in a relationship?

I can only be myself around girls that I don't like. And when I'm with girls that I DO like, I'm too busy trying to please them to be myself. It's a lose - loser situation.

I guess the solution is to date an ugly girl.

...OR...

To hypnotize myself and convince myself that Jessica Alba is the boogery, dirty-haired girl from 3rd grade.

The deed

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:13:45 GMT

I had a re-revelation the other day.

This bit of genius came to me a while ago, but flitted out of my head before I could make sense of it. A few days ago, it came back again. But this time, I understood the implications fully.

Let me blow yo mind:

What’s the first thing you touch after you flush the toilet?

The faucet.

And what’s the first thing you touch after you wash your hands?

The faucet.

. . .

Get it yet?

For those simple of mind, or too drunk/high to think straight, I’ll spell it out. After you’ve laid siege to the throne, your hands are dirty and you spread that grime onto the faucet when you turn it on. Then you soap and rinse, killing 99% of the germs on your hands.

BUTT...

Immediately afterwards, you soil your clean hands again by touching the poo/pee-infested faucet to turn it off, and proceed to wipe that mess on your towel.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

So... unless you have automatic faucets installed at home, your hands, your faucet, and your towels are all dirrr-taaay. Regardless of how often you wash your hands.

Think about THAT next time you get KFC. Mmmm. Finger-lickin’ good.

Elephant paints an elephant

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 00:35:42 GMT

Super Cool

God damn those sneaky geezers at the White House

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 02:07:01 GMT

I just watched a news report about the Bush administration's underhanded campaign to get unlimited power at the expense of Americans' civil liberties, and it makes me furious.

If you've ever thought that G.W. was just a pawn and that he's done a bad job as president, then you don't know the half of it. The one we should really burn at the stake is that arrogant Dick Cheney. These men have undermined one of the great, founding principles of the United States, and have weakened our nation and its Constitution.

See for yourself how low they have stooped to grasp for more power.

PBS Frontline: Cheney's Law

I Can Has Cheezburger?

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 20:41:21 GMT

This site always makes me laugh.

moar funny pictures

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Must be a Chinese cat.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 10:27:50 GMT

6:49 and the trees sigh. Finally. The fall.

My computer is confused, saying it’s 5. But the sun winks, disregarding our attempts to save him.

I slept early tonight. Which means I’ll be sleeping late. That’s why I’m awake.

I had a dream. I had several dreams. It haunted my life, my every moment. And then my foot touched the floor, and that life disappeared. Back into that abyss. The unknowing, the other life. Where the real things live and breathe, and the ugly things are ugly.

7:17 and the darkness recedes. The light has come, to blind us from the truth.

Why leading sucks

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 05:34:20 GMT

For the past few years, whenever people have asked me to serve in church or do some kind of ministry, my response has always been, very simply, “no”. Actually, sometimes I’m really thinking, hell no.

Nowadays, folks have come to accept this unapologetic answer without asking why. (I think the snarling and biting helped.) But in the early days, when I began to make my retreat from ministry, I used to have to give a cliched and not exactly true answer. It wasn’t that I was lying to be polite. I just didn’t have the words to express what I was feeling.

I was reading Blue Like Jazz tonight, and the words came.

“I feel like I am constantly saying things I don’t mean. I tell people they should share their faith, but I don’t feel like sharing my faith. I tell people they should be in the Word, but I am in the Word because I have to teach the Word. I said to a guy the other day, ‘God bless you.’ What does that mean? I have been saying that stuff all my life, but what does that mean? Then I started thinking about all the crap I say. All the cliches, all the parroted slogans. I have become an infomercial for God, and I don’t even use the product. I don’t want to be who I am anymore.”

Church is always in need of leaders—cell group leaders, bible study leaders, worship leaders. But the thought of me ever being a leader again makes me want to throw up. Having come to the dark side, I can now freely admit to myself the subtle sham that takes place when one wears the yoke of leadership.

I don’t know if I can ever lead without slowly sinking into this quicksand of hypocrisy. It sneaks up on you. I never went into it thinking, man I really wanna try out this shiny Jesus mask I got from retreat. It starts small, somewhere hidden from plain view; like thinking you have good ideas for ministry, maybe even better than you-know-who; or wanting to use the talents that God gave you, and maybe feel just a little bit more useful. And pretty soon, you're a full-blown hypocrite, and you don't even know it. Worse yet, sometimes other people can see it, but they're too polite to tell you. So there you are—a donkey of a Christian, clip-clopping along with your blinders on, only seeing the mud ahead.

This, more than any other aspect of leadership, scares me.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 21:55:12 GMT

Saturday, I was awakened by the sound of someone calling to me.