So I was talking with my friends about church.

I was informed during the talk that much of church tradition finds origins in pagan practice, and at any rate isn’t biblical. I, having felt much dissatisfaction with business as usual, pondered another way, a more maverick-y way. 

Is there a more biblical, more naturally evangelistic, more inclusive, more relationally based church model?

This is probably a commonly asked question. Perhaps it is not the most important issue, or even a marginally important issue. I don't know. 

I am curious.

The point isn’t to gouge a chasm between people. The point is to live the most effectively we can. The point is to try to find out why something is done and discern if it is valuable. 

Another

I wrote this poem in high school also. I wrote it about a real hole that I dug. I had a flight jump suit that I wore. No shoes, I dug little ledges that I stood on to get in and out. My dad warned me that a person or animal might fall in. So I stretched barb wire around the top of it.

When I turned the poem in the response was an assumption that the poem was about death. That is not what I had intended. I had always thought graves were 6 feet deep not 7.

                    Shovel, Buckets, pick,

    When I was little I dug with a stick,

    Come rain or shine

                    digging for fun is divine

    I dug a hole 7 feet deep

    The walls of the hole are very steep.

     shoveling is hard

     rocks make me retard

     Someday I'll be done

     and  so will my fun.

poetry time!

this is a poem that i wrote in high school. i wrote it based on a story my dad told me about someone he knew who dug a well by hand to avoid paying for his water.

                                          A MAN DUG

                                          A         WELL

                                          BY      HAND

SO THAT HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO GET WATER RIGHTS

                                                BUT

                                LITTLE DID HE KNOW

                                             ABOUT

 A SEWER LINE THAT RAN BY THE WELL AND LEAKED.

Oh me

I liked this post so much I decided to post it twice

My friend bought me a pair of vibram five fingers. they are intended to give one the bare foot experience with out the sometimes troublesome event of things like two inches of glass firmly cleaving the bottom of one's foot asunder. hasn't these sharp objects ever been to a wedding- what God has joined let no man put asunder- oh it says man not sharp thing. my bad

oh I love them

let no man me and my five fingers put asunder

The Curious Case of Samuel Rutherford Fitzhugh

Sam R. F. was a common, very lovable fellow. He had his issues, but tried to live responsibly and respectfully. Twenty one years after his birth his situation began to deteriorate. He had many friends but none helped him. Each friend had the common assumption that he was getting help with some or another of his friends or at least his family. 

The point in this case is the fact that very kind, and generally responsible adults will let things and people fall between the cracks. 

In my life I have noticed that it happens when there is something seemingly small, something that is not very visible or pressing (sometimes it is something that I am emotionally disinclined towards) that I ignore.

I would like to give a small example. I told Jo that I was going to make her a mixed tape of some of my favorites songs. I put it off so long that people don't even make mixed tapes any more, some people don't even know what they are. And with out a word of apology or anything, I hope that it becomes forgotten.  Why do I act this way, hoping that it is forgotten? It is because I am embarrassed that it has gone on so long. I am ashamed that I didn't keep my word. To make the tape now would bring to light my disrespect and irresponsibility. 

There is another thing that I would like to say about this. How can a community of self- declared lovers, carers, i. e. Christ followers let people be miss treated, ignored, over used, disrespected, and  forgotten? I think it is because each person deceives themselves into thinking that the other person will take care of it. I see needs but don't do anything because I assume that someone else will take care of it. All I need to do is engage in some communication, ask someone about it.  

Or if I am having trouble getting the mixed tape done, "Just call Jo and tell her. She wont mind," I tell myself. Other wise she might forget or might remember and rightly feel disrespected. 

It usually takes two seconds and a butt load of initiative.  Or don't make the promise in the first place, or don't claim to be a Lover.

Man, what is the deal? I need to start changing if I care anything about love. I am sorry I have disrespected, I am sorry I haven't loved, mostly out of laziness, fear, insecurity and the like.

oh d town

I went to Dallas. There I attended graduation receptions. I ate expensive treats. One of the sweets was a green colored mousse in a dark chocolate cup. I ate many things. (on another note I am watching, over my shoulder, this made for TV movie and it is awful. The acting is terrible.)

I slack lined there with my brother. 

We visited the place where JFK was shot.

That is all for now.

bye

b

Dallas

So What do former pres. bush and I have in common? Well one thing is that his furniture is going to Dallas or did a day or two ago and I am going to Dallas tomorrow.
My mom is graduating. I am going.
Oh Oh Oh to Dallas I am traveling
bye
love b