- Picked up my brother in Buffalo, NY
- Visited the Rockwell Meuseum of Western Art
- Got a sherrif's badge with a buffaloo on it
- Ate Pizza Hut Pizza
- Climbed a tree
- Had Grandma's cookies
- Listened to The Reformation
- Saw one of the largest wind turbine farms I've ever seen
- Drove a long way with my mother and brother
- Had a great day
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
For 8/28
Today I:
Monday, August 27, 2012
Rainy Mondays are supposed to be maudlin events to bring us down. Dreary grey clouds and the patter of rain on the panes of windows should be a sobering reminder of another week starting. Mondays are the epitome of drudgery. So a rainy Monday should be the worst of all scenarios, especially when you throw in only one cup of coffee.
Despite the lack of caffeine I do not share this view about rain on Mondays. I find the rain to be refreshing maybe even stimulating. Perhaps that is the lack of caffeine talking considering I have only one cup of the ubiquitous depressant running through my system. Perhaps I just like rain at dusk with a light jazz song to set the mood. There is nothing depressing about that.
Today in particular might be explained by a fine conversation about the direction of the church with P.T. The direction we are taking is "Full Steam Ahead." The church is in ship shape cruising along nicely toward an autumnal launch of three new classes. The people I have the pleasure of working with and all on board. And there is nothing but smooth sailing ahead.
It is easy after a Sunday to look at the myopic picture of what (if anything) was accomplished in the last week. But God does not work in weeks and measure that are easily defined. It takes a step back to see the broader view of where we have been, where we are, and where we are going. Not to mention, "what time is it?" Ahead of schedule. Or, "What comes next?" You'll see when we arrive.
Faith is scary. Faith is deep waters and grey skies. I trust that God knows what is next. I trust that there is a lot of fun along the way. I trust that Mondays and rain do not equal bad times. That is for me to decide anyway. I trust that God is not going to let me crash and sink other people's faith either. I am so important as to be vital to the whole plan. There is oddly a bit of comfort in that, like a jazz trumpet soulfully belting out a minor key as the rain hits the window.
Things I did today:
Worked a lovely four hour shift.
Decided I need to email the other church about a collaboration for Trunk or Treat
Looked up Governors of PA for a possible angle for a PA History Podcast
Looked up Counties of PA for same (Have not come to a conclusion)
Despite the lack of caffeine I do not share this view about rain on Mondays. I find the rain to be refreshing maybe even stimulating. Perhaps that is the lack of caffeine talking considering I have only one cup of the ubiquitous depressant running through my system. Perhaps I just like rain at dusk with a light jazz song to set the mood. There is nothing depressing about that.
Today in particular might be explained by a fine conversation about the direction of the church with P.T. The direction we are taking is "Full Steam Ahead." The church is in ship shape cruising along nicely toward an autumnal launch of three new classes. The people I have the pleasure of working with and all on board. And there is nothing but smooth sailing ahead.
It is easy after a Sunday to look at the myopic picture of what (if anything) was accomplished in the last week. But God does not work in weeks and measure that are easily defined. It takes a step back to see the broader view of where we have been, where we are, and where we are going. Not to mention, "what time is it?" Ahead of schedule. Or, "What comes next?" You'll see when we arrive.
Faith is scary. Faith is deep waters and grey skies. I trust that God knows what is next. I trust that there is a lot of fun along the way. I trust that Mondays and rain do not equal bad times. That is for me to decide anyway. I trust that God is not going to let me crash and sink other people's faith either. I am so important as to be vital to the whole plan. There is oddly a bit of comfort in that, like a jazz trumpet soulfully belting out a minor key as the rain hits the window.
Things I did today:
Worked a lovely four hour shift.
Decided I need to email the other church about a collaboration for Trunk or Treat
Looked up Governors of PA for a possible angle for a PA History Podcast
Looked up Counties of PA for same (Have not come to a conclusion)
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Another Day
Blues as deep as the sea swallowed up the tops of island clouds dripping down drops of crimson. Violent violets overturned oranges. Reds kindled the floor of the heavens reminding the inhabitants of the world that another day had gone up in vapor. The promise of another dawn sank in fire and smoke. Night was coming to offer cool comfort at the end of a blazing day.
As the waxing moon cast rational light on the waning consciousness of the world I began to ponder the upcoming days and weeks. The calendar told me not just what was coming up, but also what had been. I had asked several days off of my job at Giant during the past few months. There was a problem. I could not remember why. If there are days that are passing with little to mark them by then there is little reason to distinguish between the waking world and a sloth's slumber. However, I have plans and things that I deem noteworthy, even if I am the only one to notice. Plans cause occasions; occasions make memories.
These posts may read with little more than the idle musings of a dreamer dripping with cotton candy fluff and thought clouds with artificial language of unnatural blues and pinks. They may at times seem little more than a daily log with wooden sentences carved from splinters of memories of things I saw. Perhaps it will hover somewhere between: the real couched in the comfy language of lofty dreams.
I did something today. I went to work. It may not seem like much. God has enabled me to do that. And for that I am grateful. I did something else today. I started this. Maybe it is a false dawn that will be exposed as a shadow to the full light of day. Or maybe the day is filled with as many dreams as the night. After all, it is the moon that is solid, concrete, and rational. It is the sun that sparks the imagination and kindles new hope and promise.
It happened and it is worth remembering.
What I did:
As the waxing moon cast rational light on the waning consciousness of the world I began to ponder the upcoming days and weeks. The calendar told me not just what was coming up, but also what had been. I had asked several days off of my job at Giant during the past few months. There was a problem. I could not remember why. If there are days that are passing with little to mark them by then there is little reason to distinguish between the waking world and a sloth's slumber. However, I have plans and things that I deem noteworthy, even if I am the only one to notice. Plans cause occasions; occasions make memories.
These posts may read with little more than the idle musings of a dreamer dripping with cotton candy fluff and thought clouds with artificial language of unnatural blues and pinks. They may at times seem little more than a daily log with wooden sentences carved from splinters of memories of things I saw. Perhaps it will hover somewhere between: the real couched in the comfy language of lofty dreams.
I did something today. I went to work. It may not seem like much. God has enabled me to do that. And for that I am grateful. I did something else today. I started this. Maybe it is a false dawn that will be exposed as a shadow to the full light of day. Or maybe the day is filled with as many dreams as the night. After all, it is the moon that is solid, concrete, and rational. It is the sun that sparks the imagination and kindles new hope and promise.
It happened and it is worth remembering.
What I did:
- Worked at Giant.
- Talked about childhood education with a friend. Looking to develop a learning method for children to become more acquainted with Christian teachings.
- Finished The Litigators by John Grisham.
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