Sunday, January 8, 2017

Kid games

Some times kids are really good at playing together in make believe games and sometimes they're not. Some times they stop pretending themselves and just tell the other people to do all the pretending for them.

During those make believe games, playing becomes more like lazy, displaced, thinly veiled bragging. Most of those such games I witness or listen to contain one or more of the following themes (even if the exact wording is a little different):

A. "Pretend that I was the most awesome at what we are about to pretend to do and that you didn't know and that when we do do what we're going to do you are visibly surprised and delighted with how awesome I am."

B.  "Pretend you think that I died and that you're VERY sorry that I'm dead. But I'm not dead."

C. "Pretend there were werewolves/volcanoes/snakes/pirates/parents/wizards and that I saved you and you're grateful."

D. "Pretend that you underestimated me and then I greatly exceeded your expectations and everyone else's too... by a lot."

E. "Pretend that I hadn't eaten in several weeks and I was very hungry and bearing it with great stoicism despite my obvious discomfort. And you had loads of food the whole time and upon realizing the tragic unfairness you attempt to feed me some of your food." (Usually followed by theme B.)

F. "Pretend I killed you."

G. "Pretend my muscles bulge a great deal when I move even slightly."

H. Pretend that everyone can't stop thinking about how preternaturally gifted/strong/accurate/pretty I am.

There are more. So many more. But that's all I have for now.

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Reputation

Whom should we be having dinner with?

"While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house, many tax collectors and sinners came and ate with him and his disciples. When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?”  On hearing this, Jesus said, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.  But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’  For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.” "

Matthew 9:10‭-‬13 NIV

Friday, December 9, 2016

Despite my daily failings

The fateful day Adam and Eve took bites of the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil meant that I,  and anyone else given faith in God and Jesus Christ,  would have to choose every day after to do intentional good.  Which doesn't blend with my basic urges or natural inclinations.

My natural urges would put me on a throne,  thriving even at the cost of others,  yet worshipped.  Of course the throne would be imagined,  the worshipping too.  I'd be Don Quixote.  I'd be the evil Queen.  I'd be a sad story.  So I'm thankful that I didn't write my book.  I'm thankful there is a standard out there that is better than mine and the creator has broad vision.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

My family

Marley and Solo were battling over who got the toothpaste and Solo says, "Whoever is the smartest gets the toothpaste... Wait! Whoever's the cutest I mean."

I'm not sure if it was a moment of humility or vanity.
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Tonight after we left work at the YMCA we picked up a few cheeseburgers and a large fries at Old McDonald's. Then we sat at our dining room table and they talked about how it was the best meal ever and they couldn't wait for tomorrow because we could remove a link from our advent paper chain.  About how Jessica,  my coworker, has an advent calendar with little chocolates you eat each day and maybe next year we could do that too.

So much joy. I looked at them and wondered if next year they'd still be capable of the same childish delight.  God please, I hope so.

Thanks to the planning of my dad our morning was spent talking about charitable giving and how it really helps everyone.  It became a math lesson,  chemistry lesson,  sociology lesson,  and a Bible lesson. It was a great day. 

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Psalm

Daily we convince ourselves that our plan is good.
We know enough.
The price we pay for this finely honed skill is large, possibly infinite and impossible to determine with the human mind, see with the human eye.
Yet, the price is paid.
Our mortality is reconciled.
We can be with the creator; we are now humbled beautifully so that our worship is worthy of Him.
Mistakes, made unknowingly.
Roles reversed, leaving needs unfufilled, the world even less lovely and seeming less worth preserving.
Though heaven shines.
Full of the fulfillment of the promises we hope for.
The hope not of uncertainty and longing but of assurance and sustaining.
There is where I go, though I know not where. The path I will wander, I do not know, I cannot see.
But I reside within a body, my soul alongside the Spirit.
I know the hope.
I can rest.

Psalm

Daily we convince ourselves that our plan is good.
We know enough.
The price we pay for this finely honed skill is large, possibly infinite and impossible to determine with the human mind, see with the human eye.
Yet, the price is paid.
Our mortality is reconciled.
We can be with the creator; we are now humbled beautifully so that our worship is worthy of Him.
Mistakes, made unknowingly.
Roles reversed, leaving needs unfufilled, the world even less lovely and seeming less worth preserving.
Though heaven shines.
Full of the fulfillment of the promises we hope for.
The hope not of uncertainty and longing but of assurance and sustaining.
There is where I go, though I know not where. The path I will wander, I do not know, I cannot see.
But I reside within a body, my soul alongside the Spirit.
I know the hope.
I can rest.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Facebook updates

Solo scored the final shot of the game at the buzzer and then chicken danced all the way back down the court. He pleases me greatly.

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Walking through Kroger to get chips for later and Sage yells, "Look! It's pickle chips God!"

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Repurposing Halloween costume components so I can keep my poor Wuwu close to my heart. Don't let her skeptical/long-suffering eyebrows fool you. She loves it.

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Just got asked by a teachers' union rep if there was an adult home. Told him no.
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Should have measured twice before making my forgery. #artafterdarkcincy

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Saturday, October 29, 2016

He is

Being drawn to the Father is the feeling of quiet joy when a fervent but certain hope comes to fruition. Like the crocus pushing through wet crumbling snow.