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Alive

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive, then go do that, because the world needs people who have come alive.” ~Howard Thurman

Not afraid

So part of this new thing is sometimes I’m gonna let poetry or writings be posted before they’re done.  They’ll be rough.  And maybe in some strange way there’s a beauty in that.  Rather than only letting out the polished finished work.  Let the real original thoughts be known.  Anyway…

I’m not afraid.
I’m not afraid.
If I’m wrong, I’m wrong for life.

I’ll not back down.
Won’t run away.
Today we’ll seal it; this is for life.

 It’s a New Day.
A new way.
Can you believe it?  She’ll be my wife!

Churching

When did church become a verb?  I mean, it’s supposed to be a place or a body.  But not a verb.  So when did it become a verb?  We don’t say that about other places or bodies, do we?  Take park for example.  We don’t say we’re parking.  Ok, maybe we do.  Bad example.  But what about house?  Do we say we’re housing?  Nuts.  Two in a row.  What about body?  A mom is a body.  And I guess we do say mothering.  But street isn’t a verb.  Road isn’t a verb.  Up north isn’t a verb.  Nobody ever says they’re street-ing.  We don’t really say we’re dogging.  Well we do, but it isn’t right.  No one says people-ing.  Or Lake-ing or ocean-ing.  I don’t know anyone who’s been street-ed or lake-ed or people-ed.  So why do we talk about church that way?  I hate the idea of churched and un-churched.  It sounds a bit like hazing or something.  And hazing is illegal now so churching must be bad too.

 

And if I’m following Jesus then I’m trying to love like him and live like him.  And if the church is supposed to be the body of Christ then it should be trying to love like him and live like him.  But churched and un-churched is passive.  You don’t church yourself, the church churches you.  I don’t even know what that means, but I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea.  But loving is something we do.  It’s not really passive.  I mean you can be loved, but it has nothing to do with you.  If you’re churched then it’s something that happens to you.  But it’s something you are because of that thing that happens to you.  Shoot… so if I’m loved then that’s passive and it’s something I am because it happened to me.  Hmm… Did I just convince myself that church-ing isn’t actually a bad thing?  I still don’t like the word.  I still think it sounds bad and scares people, especially me.  But maybe it didn’t come from a bad place?  I don’t know.  What does church the verb mean?  And what about re-church?  That’s been written on my whiteboard for the better part of a year.  I still have no idea what it means.

 

I think I need to start blogging this crap out.  I might update this again.  Thoughts?

pooping butterflies

Ok, so I think this blog is going to be a just a random compilation of thoughts, questions, writings, quotes and whatever else I throw in here… don’t hold you breathe for much, we’ll just see where it goes…

 

Here’s a good beginning quote though…

“In my world everyone’s a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.”