Wednesday, February 28, 2007
While they have spent lots of time together while I was traveling in December and January, Socks and Bandit are acting like they don't know each other. However, they are sharing the bed currently but each end of the bed has a cat. The funny part is that they look just alike - more alike than my sister and I. I will post a picture, or at least ask Jim too.
Another cat, I would never have thought I would have another one. But, hey there is someone else to change the litter I am fine!
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
- John Dear
excerpt from "Living Peace: A Spirituality of Contemplation and Action."
I just finished this book. I would highly recommend it. It made me think of how important faith is and how important it is to hear people's own faith stories even when they are not like my own. These three women started out writing a children's book and ended up with a spiritual experience of their own. I will admit that it is more a woman's book....but I think men would probably learn about faith from it too. 4 bookmarks out of 5 for this book!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
(Please forgive the post below – if you aren’t in a lovey dovey mode, this might not be for you. My boyfriend is a bonafide geek – his life (other than me) is centered around the internet so this in some senses is my open letter to him on Valentine’s Day)
In late December, Jim joked with me about my blog becoming all about him. It scared me – I wanted to date someone but not have it take over my blog. I looked this morning, and have only mentioned him twice since in somewhat passing thought.
So, now it is Valentine’s Day….so I thought this might be the time to bring him up. I realize that Valentine’s Day is a holiday that isn’t really real. I mean, it is a holiday that is held up by all the things I don’t like – materialism, consumerism, and making relationships about what “I get out of it”.
To be honest, in this stage of our relationship, Jim and I don’t need a day to especially appreciate each other or even say “I love you” – hey we are newly in love – we have turned into crazy people – well, I should speak for myself – I have turned into a crazy person. Hopefully, we never will rely on one day a year to show that we love each other.
That being said, it seems appropriate to say something in honor of my love, Jim.
Once upon a time, a little over a year ago, I met this guy named Jim. He liked movies, loved computers and was interested in me. He offered to take me out one afternoon. I accepted. I thought he was nice, but so not my type not to mention that I didn’t want to commit to anyone. So as in the fairy tales, I became the mean stepsisters and started to try to scare him with anything and everything I could think of to get him to go away. I was horrible! So horrible that I couldn’t even tell people that I was going on a date – I mean, I was embarrassing. Eventually, he did give up. I was excited.
Several months later, he contacted me while he was having his first migrane….knowing that I might know what to do. I did, and I came over to his house to bring him some remedies because I felt so sorry for him. I mentioned that I liked being friends because I knew how to do that. We started hanging out, watching lots of movies, getting to know each other – he realizing that I wasn’t as crazed as I lead on previously, and I realized that he was actually more than a video gamer. You know, in fairy tales you get information that hasn’t happened….so I will let you in on something….Jim once “joked” that all I needed to do was say the word and we could date again. But commitment phobe Krista really thought it was indeed a joke.
So in the fall, after Krista had a failed bad blind date and Jim gave up on a girl he thought be interested in and they realized that they might be indeed need to give each other a chance since we were seeing each other so much anyway. So, we did. And we are. And we will.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Last week the rodeo – this week the Cheer and Dance Nationals. Boy – my comfort zone is being ruined! I am sitting in the next room over from the National Youth Workers Convention at the Cheer and Dance Nationals. All these little girls – real little like 5 – cheer to songs that I shouldn’t be listening to as a 30 year old.
I told Heidi, my coworker who is here with me at the other event in the building, that these are the people I made fun of when I was a kid. So it might be good for me to sit through a bit of it. It seems a little silly – seriously it smells so much like hairspray in this conventional hall someone could actually get high! I realize that everyone has their thing growing up – show choir stuff isn’t that different from this, even the Christian show choir I was a part of…..wait, now there are 3 year olds cheering to ABC by the Jackson 5 – never mind, this is way different!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 9, 2007
I was sitting in a huge room across a great hall from the RCA dome in the Indiana Convention Center this evening (less than a week after the Colts won the Super Bowl) listening to a speaker talking to a room full of youth workers and youth pastors when I remembered these 8 year old boys in Hebron. In this room full of flat screen TVs, projectors, high res graphics to impress and reach the Gen X generation of youth workers in the US, I would rather have been back with those boys.
While on the delegation, we often were approached by children who asked for money because we were obviously “rich tourists”. Many times it was a game rather than a real need….and I felt it was a bothersome reminder that I was an outsider. Once we were walking through the market and saw some boys gathered up ahead. One delegate vocalized what I was thinking, “Oh, man, 8 year old boys….” We were still giggling when we got to the boys. They did ask us for money, and as we passed they started chanting: ONE SHEKEL, ONE SHEKEL, ONE SHEKEL. I loved it. Proving that children are creative and create fun out of almost anything – including making a chant to ask for money.
Tonight, amidst the wealth of a youth ministry conference, I prayed for the simple pleasures of kid’s creativity that is free flowing not conformed to TVs, video games, or even a Sunday School lesson. I pray for those boys and all those strengthening them and providing them space to be creative and grow into adults who haven’t lost their creativity or Spirit!
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
You can kill the revolutionary but you can't kill the revolution
Liberty Worship Center
The Cornerstone United Methodist Church
171 North Cuyler
There is a donation of $10. (If you need help with that, please let me know.....)
Brenda is an amazing human being and truly lives out God's love - lets support her in her passion and calling!
Sunday, February 4, 2007
For being a country girl for at least 18 years, I feel so out of it at a rodeo. Some events I can understand, but most I think are nuts. Its like extreme farming or something. Let's see how fast I can tie up a calf? let's see how can I get a horse to buck, then sit on him, and see if I can stay on? What the heck?
Half way through I calmly stated, This is out of my comfort zone! While for people that I see through DOOR are stunned at McDonald's on each block, not seeing only white people, or sleeping in a church - seeing a calf tied up is quite uncomfortable to me - funny, isn't it?
Saturday, February 3, 2007
I love San Antonio. The Riverwalk, the fun, and all the city stuff is always exciting here. It is such a pleasure to get to travel here as much as I do. Our meetings are going well too.
Tonight, we are heading to the Rodeo that is in town, and seeing a concert of Big and Rich.
Well, off to do my seminar which includes showing clips from Life of Brian!
Thursday, February 1, 2007
What we call church is often a conspiracy of cordiality. Pastors learn to pacify rather than preach to their Ananiases and Sapphiras. We say we do it out of "love." Usually, we do it as a means of keeping everyone as distant from everyone else as possible. You don’t get into my life and I will not get into yours.