Monday, November 29, 2010
Fed Up
Game over. Done. Finished. Through.
I’m not in favor of wearing my feelings on my sleeve (or on the internet) but tonight I’ve had it…I am officially fed up.
I’m fed up with North Korea, diplomatic tensions, Oregon Teen Terrorists and Wikileaks.
I’m fed up with fantasy football, with people who get paid to wear a suit and argue about the future of Miami Heat or if athlete x’s injury will effect his conduct in the locker room.
I’m fed up with body scanners, foreign and domestic voter fraud, war games, climate change and Black Friday.
I’m fed up with having so many partially read books.
I’m fed up with debt.
I’m fed up with a church full of people that would rather spend money on programs to attract people to Jesus than invite a stranger, much less a neighbor, over for dinner.
I’m fed up with the Cowboys and Californians.
I’m fed up with worrying over the future.
I’m fed up with Sarah Palin, CNN, and dirty AXE commercials.
I’m fed up with church politics, Adventist education politics, and national politics.
I’m fed up with feeling useless at what I do.
I’m fed up with my bank account, 4G networks, and Toyota selling “peace of mind”.
I’m fed up with national rallies to restore things, air travel, car travel, train travel, boat travel, bicycle travel…and walking.
I’m fed up with hearing stories of my friends getting screwed over by other Christian people.
I’m fed up with reality television…or maybe just television in general.
I’m fed up with social networking.
I'm fed up with the idea of leadership.
I’m fed up with not being fit and P90X at the same time.
I’m fed up with “Apps”.
I’m fed up with the “Christmas Spirit” and all the great opportunities it creates to own a Lexas…or Hyundai…or Audi…or Mercedes……
Seriously, this evening I have fully had enough. My attitude is in serious need of a job or a disability check because it’s getting incredibly poor. I can’t even begin to describe how irritated I am with the spectacle of earth. In short: I’m fed up with not being in heaven.
Jesus…please come back soon…Seriously tho...I can’t deal. Goodnight.
I’m not in favor of wearing my feelings on my sleeve (or on the internet) but tonight I’ve had it…I am officially fed up.
I’m fed up with North Korea, diplomatic tensions, Oregon Teen Terrorists and Wikileaks.
I’m fed up with fantasy football, with people who get paid to wear a suit and argue about the future of Miami Heat or if athlete x’s injury will effect his conduct in the locker room.
I’m fed up with body scanners, foreign and domestic voter fraud, war games, climate change and Black Friday.
I’m fed up with having so many partially read books.
I’m fed up with debt.
I’m fed up with a church full of people that would rather spend money on programs to attract people to Jesus than invite a stranger, much less a neighbor, over for dinner.
I’m fed up with the Cowboys and Californians.
I’m fed up with worrying over the future.
I’m fed up with Sarah Palin, CNN, and dirty AXE commercials.
I’m fed up with church politics, Adventist education politics, and national politics.
I’m fed up with feeling useless at what I do.
I’m fed up with my bank account, 4G networks, and Toyota selling “peace of mind”.
I’m fed up with national rallies to restore things, air travel, car travel, train travel, boat travel, bicycle travel…and walking.
I’m fed up with hearing stories of my friends getting screwed over by other Christian people.
I’m fed up with reality television…or maybe just television in general.
I’m fed up with social networking.
I'm fed up with the idea of leadership.
I’m fed up with not being fit and P90X at the same time.
I’m fed up with “Apps”.
I’m fed up with the “Christmas Spirit” and all the great opportunities it creates to own a Lexas…or Hyundai…or Audi…or Mercedes……
Seriously, this evening I have fully had enough. My attitude is in serious need of a job or a disability check because it’s getting incredibly poor. I can’t even begin to describe how irritated I am with the spectacle of earth. In short: I’m fed up with not being in heaven.
Jesus…please come back soon…Seriously tho...I can’t deal. Goodnight.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Garmin God
“God’s Will.”
It’s like one of those “Magic Eye” books/calendars (Google it) that were on-fire popular during the 90’s. I remember browsing around one of those in-the-middle-of-the-mall-walkway kiosks with my family as a kid, staring at the trippy patterns, crossing my eyes, and moving the image closer and further from my face trying to get some sweet 3D image to appear so I could casually brag, “oh yeah, I see it.” Somehow it never mattered what I did. I never got to see the “rad” lone wolf howling at the moon or the “dope” fantasyland dolphins jumping out of the water at sunset.
Everybody else seemed to though. “Oh, there it is…wwwoooaaaaaahhhh.” Maybe they were all faking it so they could hide how dumb they felt for not seeing it either. I bet there were no awesome hidden pictures. Still, I never found the courage to yell, “The king has no clothes!”
With the exception of the Golden Grahams box, Magic Eye photos have gone the same way as Pogs and Trapper Keepers, but some things never change.
“God’s Will.”
I stare at it. Turn my head. Cross my eyes. Move it closer and further away from my face. I do all the tricks that people tell me so I can see it…and still it doesn’t ever seem to come into focus.
“Wait was tha-…oh…no never mind…Darn, I can never see these things…”
“God’s Will.”
I’ve heard countless sermons, worship talks, and conversations about it: For my life. For my future. For finding a spouse. For my job. For buying a house, a car…
You know, all the big stuff. That’s what counts isn’t it? Can’t I just plug in my end address to Garmin God so He can show me what to do at all the turns? I mean, I can set the cruise control for the rest…
Or should I ask God what He wants me to do this morning? Do I ask Him where I should eat lunch? Does He care where I stop to fill up? Or how much I spend on groceries? Is God’s Will for my life made up of His wills for my days? My weeks? My months?
“The problem with life is that it’s just too daily.” Bumper stickers always seem to say it best. The problem with me, however, is that I’m not. It seems I don’t think about God’s Will until I’m faced with a big decision. And then I gawk at it, turn my head, cross my eyes…
God forgive me for trying to make you into a Garmin, only paying attention when a turn comes up. I messed up by not being daily with You and now I don’t know what You would have me do in this decision. Give me spiritual eyes that I might see. Guide me in spite of myself. And teach me how to live Your Will daily…
It’s like one of those “Magic Eye” books/calendars (Google it) that were on-fire popular during the 90’s. I remember browsing around one of those in-the-middle-of-the-mall-walkway kiosks with my family as a kid, staring at the trippy patterns, crossing my eyes, and moving the image closer and further from my face trying to get some sweet 3D image to appear so I could casually brag, “oh yeah, I see it.” Somehow it never mattered what I did. I never got to see the “rad” lone wolf howling at the moon or the “dope” fantasyland dolphins jumping out of the water at sunset.
Everybody else seemed to though. “Oh, there it is…wwwoooaaaaaahhhh.” Maybe they were all faking it so they could hide how dumb they felt for not seeing it either. I bet there were no awesome hidden pictures. Still, I never found the courage to yell, “The king has no clothes!”
With the exception of the Golden Grahams box, Magic Eye photos have gone the same way as Pogs and Trapper Keepers, but some things never change.
“God’s Will.”
I stare at it. Turn my head. Cross my eyes. Move it closer and further away from my face. I do all the tricks that people tell me so I can see it…and still it doesn’t ever seem to come into focus.
“Wait was tha-…oh…no never mind…Darn, I can never see these things…”
“God’s Will.”
I’ve heard countless sermons, worship talks, and conversations about it: For my life. For my future. For finding a spouse. For my job. For buying a house, a car…
You know, all the big stuff. That’s what counts isn’t it? Can’t I just plug in my end address to Garmin God so He can show me what to do at all the turns? I mean, I can set the cruise control for the rest…
Or should I ask God what He wants me to do this morning? Do I ask Him where I should eat lunch? Does He care where I stop to fill up? Or how much I spend on groceries? Is God’s Will for my life made up of His wills for my days? My weeks? My months?
“The problem with life is that it’s just too daily.” Bumper stickers always seem to say it best. The problem with me, however, is that I’m not. It seems I don’t think about God’s Will until I’m faced with a big decision. And then I gawk at it, turn my head, cross my eyes…
God forgive me for trying to make you into a Garmin, only paying attention when a turn comes up. I messed up by not being daily with You and now I don’t know what You would have me do in this decision. Give me spiritual eyes that I might see. Guide me in spite of myself. And teach me how to live Your Will daily…
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Jaci Cress Perrin "Get Em On Tha Flo"
Check out this original gangster ringtone jam for thugged out hospital chaplain Jaci Cress Perrin.
Jaci Cress Perrin "Get Em On Tha Flo" by dpain03
Jaci Cress Perrin "Get Em On Tha Flo" by dpain03
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