Thursday, June 21, 2007

words words words....with a sprinkle of meaning
In the search for truth we follow great but fleeting scents I catch upon the wind. They lead us in their direction, in frantic desperate steps. Then fade away into the mire of the familiar smoke of heavy lies surrounding us. We are confused, with no other choice, walking slowly, in the direction, stumbling along like children in the dark. Until we catch the scent again and run.

They are all honest humble steps

Though taken by a fools and a thieves

Be patient, I must go slowly…be patient with me.



Tuesday, August 14, 2007

connections
At what level must we connect with people in order to love them?

how vulnerable must we become.

Saul wrote, "above all things guard your heart, for it is the well spring of life." Can i still truly love and have deep connections with people and still "guard my heart?"

or to truly love in the way that Christ loved and in the way that brings true freedom must I be willing to show my heart and in the same way make it vulnerable. Vulnerable to already broken people...the kind that are most likley to hurt it.

Or i can stand on the outskurts. Have friends, showing as much grace and love as possible but never allowing them to enter in. to come to that dangerous vulnerable place, instead always make sure i am able to walk away easly if need be.

"above all else guard your heart, for it is the well spring of life."

a couple of questions for my mind to consider and my soul to wrestle with.


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

A blog on Blogs, (aka) a blog blog, (aka) Thoughts on blogging.
I love blogging. I love the idea of putting ones thought out there in a cohesive and organized manor. Which is in stark contrast to how we often feel we are communicating ourselves to the world.

I love the idea of reading someone's thoughts. Weather they be broken of triumphant. I like people's thoughts. Especially when they are humble and honest... proud posers need not apply.

I would do it much more except that one though nags at me as I set to type out the jumbled mess that is my thoughts, "why am I doing this?"

On the one hand I think that honesty is a main path to our freedom. The ability to be completely truthfull with who you are and how you think and feel, putting it all out there for any and all to read (and if they must) judge.

But not really care.

On the other hand, am I just doing this as a huge "LOOK AT ME!!" not so silently looking for some sort of validation and notoriety? Waiting with a hope that sits in the back of one's mind that says...please notice and care.

I don't want to be an attention whore...I fear I already am.

But I don't want to hide either, afraid to be open, to be known.

dear Jesus, When you finally come out with bible part 2 (and frankly we could really use it about now) please include a chunk
on the internet. Thank you.
-mike


Sunday, September 17, 2006

a poem
One faint glimmer heavey shadows fail to drown

But hide away, hide away, never hear a sound

he crys mercy now and again by mouth and mind

What is it I am to find, Was to see, fail to look for

The glimmer flickers one at him

What which he could not kill but smothered in sin

by loves great tenacity it was the light that mould not leave

Through actions moan, "let me alone."

it always stayed with him

a cool and steady wind

the constant truth of LOVE

past thoughts and musings

I have not post on here in a loooong time. And just like returning to the game after a long leisurely off season i feel I need to ease my way back in, lest I pull a blog-muscle. The most self-involved muscle of them all. So i'm going to start with a bunch of old blogs that i liked.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Psh...you would read this, wouldn't you.
There are certain sentences that if you fespond to someone else with them, it really doesn't matter what you say, it's kind of insulting.

Case and point; "you would _______." IT really doesnt matter what the other person says. If you respond with this. It's a bit insulting and your first reaction nay very well be do deny the accusation.

Person 1: I just gave away everything to the homeless.
Person 2: Psh, you would give away everything to the homeless.


Person 1: I just saved 20 orphans from that burning building!
Person 2: You would save them.

Person 1: I just won 500 dollers
Person 2: You would win.

Go ahead try it with your friends. Just throw it in at some point!

You would try it!

(pokes head in and looks around)

Geez, i haven't been here in a while. I think i'll start visiting again.

looking back on some old blogs i realize something...

my typing is atrocious.

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the other day i went to go see this movie, I can't really tell you what it was called. Everyone here just calls it "black Jesus" as in,
"hey, come watch black Jesus with us!" It was an ok flick, but it got me thinking...

Why do we always think of Jesus as white?


according to the first century Jewish historian Josephus the real Jesus looked much more like a black man then a modern Jewish one. In fact, according to Dr. Mosha, an anthropologist here who specializes in middle eastern culture, the whole of the middle east would have looked much more african then.

When did the traditional western picture of the Jesus become a white dude with flowing hair? This we can chalk on up to good ol' Constantine, the man responsible for taking christianity off the Roman most wanted list the throwing it into the political ring. Then this happened he also decided that he needed a pretty Jesus image to lead his armies into battle. The easy answer, just take the already make image the greek god Apolos and throw Jesus' name on it.
WA LA! you have ready made white Jesus.

How different would it have been if we would have left him a dark skinned Jew?


What else are we just throwing Jesus' name on and using his image for?

How much of our culture have we allowed to bleed into our gospel?



The more I read that more I'm convinced...a whole hell of a lot.

This was thanks giving dinner this year. A far cry from the solo cups, paper plates, video games and and screaming kids that normally make the day. I went to michigan to spend it with of sister and we went over to one of her friends places to eat. It was amazing food and you have not lived untill you eat peach stuffing. Plus they all turned out to be amazingly kind and entertaining folk. Despite the fact that i had to play my nemesis of hands...apples toe apples. Ugh.

Proof that there is no higher archy at this school. The man putting up those lights is the university chanselor. A man with multiple doctorits.