I just realized something...

First of all, I quite frequently end the title of my posts with an ellipsis... Like that.

Second of all, I wrote about wanting a wife in my last post and I also quoted Frank Sinatra's "Come Fly With Me." It just occured to me that the two are somewhat related. After all, one of the lines is "It's perfect for a flying honeymoon they say." So... just so we're all clear, that song was stuck in my head, nothing more.

Third of all, I don't actually want an arranged marriage. Unless you're Joe Allred. Then you have permission to find me a wife.

Last of all, I'm up far too late. I should have been in bed at least an hour ago. Shame on me.

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away

I had a weird dream last night that I think I explained to everyone I met today. I'm not quite sure why I did that.

Anybody want to find me a wife? I'm kind of in the mood for an arranged marriage.

If you could use some exotic booze, there's a bar in far Bombay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away

Laundry

I just did my laundry. I needed to do it desperately. I used my last good pair of boxers today and you never want to go down to those last two that kinda fit funny...

Anyway, it got me thinking. Laundry is a very humanizing task. I feel very human when I'm folding and putting away my clothes.

Think about it: when was the last time you saw a fictional person doing laundry? Movie characters don't do laundry. Video game characters don't do laundry. Book characters don't do laundry. Only living, breathing, human beings wash their clothes.

Even more (and I know this might end up sounding bad), how often do you see men doing laundry? Hardly ever. When they do, it is not usually looked on as a normal part of life, but rather as a feminine chore. I mean, can you see Master Chief trying to wash that armor after a long day of slaughter countless thousands of aliens? Or Cloud Strife saying, "Hold on guys, we can't go kill Sephiroth and save the world yet. My pants are going to be in the dryer another 30 minutes."

There's just something inherently uncool about washing, drying, and folding clothes. It's a humbling task. It's something only a servant would do.

So I will continue to do my laundry, even though it takes time and money, because it reminds me that I am a man. I am not some sweet character in a play, novel, game, movie, TV show, or any other story telling medium. I am flesh and blood, fallible, fallen, and in need of grace.

Change me, God.

A song from church today

"We have been changed to bring change."

I liked that line. I've sometimes felt that that's my lot in life: I'm an agent of change. I blow into a town for a few years, love on people, get loved on, and, in the end, change things (hopefully for the better).

Cornerstone is different. I feel like I haven't changed things as I wanted to(?). But then again, I'm not in charge of the change that happens. That's God's job.

I dunno. It's tough to explain. I guess maybe it's that it hasn't been as motivated from the inside as it has been in the past. "We have been changed to bring change." The first part of that statement is that we have been changed. Since I started college, I don't think I've felt all that changed. I mean, freshman year, I thought I hadn't changed at all and I began doubting my salvation and all that mess, and this isn't that, but I just haven't been as plugged into God as I have been in the past. And I haven't been able to get back plugged in... At least, not very consistently.

I love being an agent of change, but I can't be without being in step with the God who changed me.

This song kind of came at a God-time. Lately, I've been really thinking about all this and praying that God would use me. That I would be his hands and feet and that I would go where he sends me. (Yeah... Audio Adrenaline..... But it's a good song!)

So... yeah...

"We have been changed to bring change."

That's what it's all about.

I love you guys.

Random Thought

Life is what we make of it.

I've made a discovery!

My bellybutton can shoot laser beams!








In other news, read The Great Divorce by Mr. Clive Staples Lewis. Or A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest Gaines. Both are excellent books. The first, full of hope. The second, mostly cynical, but still hopeful.

That's all I've got for now.

It is done...

I've sent off the request. We'll see what happens...

It's funny how I've gotten Facebook friend requests from creepy kindergarten friends who track me down out of nowhere. How do they remember me? I was in their class for a year and they found me on Facebook? Was it an accident? Did they remember the name or was there something attached to the name? Because I guarantee that I probably only clicked accept because I remembered the name and nothing else. Heck, I did that for most of my elementary school friends...

How does a person's life count? How can one make an impact without being impacted themselves? I know it makes sense when I think about it; I've been impacted by youth pastors and teachers who probably barely remember me, but a peer?

Love. Stinking love. That's what it all boils down to.

Love God, love people. It's really quite simple.

But it's so very hard.

(If CJ is allowed to have these introspective, slightly mysterious posts, then so am I, darn it...)

Have a good day, everyone!