"If you want to identify me ask me not where I live, or what I like to
eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail,
and ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the things I
want to live for. Between those two answers you can determine the
identity of any person."
A sports commentator on the radio this morning actually said he was now a fan of ---- team because they were winning.
While I know it is far more fun to follow a winning team, I'd say my identity is intact enough to remain loyal even when my team isn't winning.
Fickle is cheap and nasty whether it's in spiritual alliances, human relationships or sports.
I'm a Colts fan, and while I hope Peyton will be great again, I'll be a Colts fan anyway. In the meantime, I'll cheer for his little brother.
For better or worse is the kind of follower, friend and fan I'd like to be.
My FAVOURITE team used to be tartan, but amalgamation has caused a displacement of pride & allegiance there. s-i-g-h
My baseball team is Red, even when they lose.
My football team is Blue, even when they are last on the table.
My rugby team is Black, all black, and they rarely lose.
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She jumps.
No one is watching.
Doesn't seem to matter to her.
There's a personal freedom in what she's doing.
Ouch!
She bends over double to inspect the surface then brushes the trampoline free of debris.
She goes on jumping.
Sitting by the campfire this morning, quiet & peaceful, the aroma of cold ashes in the air.
The sparrows fly in and clean up the dropped marshmallows; those objects of disappointment and tears from last night. The birds peck and pull at the gooey globs. One scrawny frantic bird gets a white glob on top of his beak. It seems to frustrate him, but soon he's back in the fray.
Young boys arrive and run up and down and back and forth on the wooden skateboard ramp: a seemingly senseless expense of energy like hamsters in a wheel. Another boy runs from his family's cluster of tents toward the toilet with his hand over his mouth. I think it all has something to do with the marshmallows.
Gulls arrive but don't seem to care about the white goo. They search the lawn for bits of sausage and larger morsels.
A sparrow notices a pink marshmallow and jumps over to that rock. After a couple of tastes, he flies off. Other birds sample the pink goo, but they don't stay longer than two pecks.
Is it the artificial colouring that puts them off?
Behaviour observed is not behaviour explained, though it's fun to try.
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How do you reconcile Amos 5:21 with James 1:27? Look 'em up!
No one verse stands above another. All Scripture must be interpreted by all Scripture.... so what do ya reckon?
Tall Skinny Kiwi, Andrew Jones discusses the viral Youtube video Religion: Love it and Hate it
Discussion going on about a YouTube video released this week with 10 million hits already. "Why I hate religion but love Jesus" by spoken word artist Jefferson Bethke, was also the most watched video on Facebook.
"Jeff seems a nice guy and his message sounds like mine when I was his age. Some people are confused by his take on religion and statements that Jesus came to abolish it.
Here's my take:
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Check out Spiritual, but not religious from BeliefNet's Robert C Fuller
And an older Conversations@Intersections post from 2008, Not Casual, Comfortable or Convenient.
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| "If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking." George Patton |
The day drug on.
Energy levels were low.
The rain continued to pour.
Books waited on the shelves.
Impetus was gone.
They'd still be there tomorrow.
Yet once inside the story,
a good and gripping story,
nothing could distract attention.
But then, the story would end.
Disappointing really.
Not the plot, but that it should end.
That writer and reader and characters must now part.
Therein may be the seed of hesitation;
reluctance to begin what must end,
Fickle relationships limited to page numbers.
Lists abound at the end of the year . . . best films, books, games, apps . . . .
Did you get any chocolate for Christmas?
Locals lean, smoking, waiting for their bus
to suburbs and streets unknown to me.
She passes with hollow eyes,
not really seeing the familiar footpath unfolding before her.
Just arrived, with a foreign perspective,
I see their city differently from them, with an unknowing.
How do you find content to read on the internet? It's not hard to find content, but to find the stuff that's most interesting to you?
Do you check the blog rolls of bloggers you read? Many blogs do have recommended blogs listed in the sidebar or links.
Have you heard of collaborative blogging where more than one person provides the content? It might give you more value with less web searching, bringing all the articles together in one place.
Some bloggers use a blog hop, they network their blogs together with others for maximum exposure, a circle of similar yet different commentators on life & it's components.
Check out one such hop on my friend Shanda's blog. Shanda has lived in at least 7 countries and traveled in many more. She has a soft heart and a good mind and a fun family.
Cheryl is another blogging friend to be found at In the Life of a Busy Woman. Cheryl writes of home and heart, from a Christian perspective, as a working wife & mom with teenagers and a university student. Her blog roll includes thinkers and book blogs and an interesting assortment.
Angela Richards writes of Living Overseas and Loving it, the perspective of a foreigner married to a foreigner and raising kids with the best of both worlds. I knew Angela before she was a foreigner, but then have visited in her home in various cities.
Diary of A Goldfish promotes Blogging Against Disablism Day in early May each year by encouraging people to blog about disability and then to link all those blogs via her site. Who do you know who might like to join in that conversation this year?
The Cosy Bookshop is a work in progress with authorship shared between 5 busy women who have an idea. This blog is like an incubator, sometimes neglected as life-here-and-now demands more attention. The main thing about this blog is that the blog is not the main thing; The Cosy Bookshop is. Well, it will be when two of the five of us have done their small business course and can eliminate many mistakes before we make them.
There are webrings too, where people share a blog, link in and out of it. Usually there is a commonality that makes sense and attracts both readers of writers of similar ilk. My friend Jemma is part of one at RevGalBlogPals ~a circle of friends since 2005~. That circle is primarily women in Christian ministry from around the world.
All kinds of groups, clubs and organisations are using blogs as a communal web presence, a repository of info, opinion and advice.
She approaches confidently,
asking how my dinner is,
with no idea I sent my meal back last Sunday, dissatisfied.
She approaches timidly,
wondering how my dinner is,
and passes by with no idea what she’ll eat tonight, dissatisfied.
Though we arrived late to the Farmer’s Market, after the cold had chased the buskers away,
we hunted and gathered, and interacted with the producers themselves. Buying food nearer
to it’s source is satisfying, and knowing the financial gain was going only into the pockets
of those who did the work, more so.
The Lebanese woman’s recipe of spinach stuffed bread with a tang of lemon went nicely
with ‘young’ Colin’s cheese and the venison salami I’m to “hang unwrapped by it’s string.”
Add all of these to the tomato, lentil & pumpkin soup made by my friend, and we feasted.
Food is best shared, most satisfying when hungry and long remembered when the procurement takes time.
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