Thoughts while Traveling
1.31.2007
"Call PETA. the circus is coming to town..."
Yesterday I heard the word "bamboozled" a total of four times.
That was peculiar, I thought. I don't even know if that is a real word.
Then, after a long day I slumbered and dreamt of very strange things. Like a herd of elephants walking through my workplace, led by my gregarious and loud mouth boss, who ironically was returning today from a business trip to Las Vegas. I am not a dream analyzer myself, however I would venture to say that this image is a telling one of my feelings toward her.
Life is looking different lately. I am grateful and humbled when I look and see before me a kicked open door. I look ahead and I hope. In a sermon I heard a few weeks ago, "Hope" was described as one of the three "sisters", sandwiched in between "Faith" and "Love." Words that incidentally are thrown around these days like a football in a half hearted pick-up game on a Saturday afternoon.
"Hope", like many middle children, is sometimes displaced and unsure of it's identity.
We treat it as such. I know I have. Hope, I realized, is something I don't cling to very often.
I want to learn how to do that more.
That was peculiar, I thought. I don't even know if that is a real word.
Then, after a long day I slumbered and dreamt of very strange things. Like a herd of elephants walking through my workplace, led by my gregarious and loud mouth boss, who ironically was returning today from a business trip to Las Vegas. I am not a dream analyzer myself, however I would venture to say that this image is a telling one of my feelings toward her.
Life is looking different lately. I am grateful and humbled when I look and see before me a kicked open door. I look ahead and I hope. In a sermon I heard a few weeks ago, "Hope" was described as one of the three "sisters", sandwiched in between "Faith" and "Love." Words that incidentally are thrown around these days like a football in a half hearted pick-up game on a Saturday afternoon.
"Hope", like many middle children, is sometimes displaced and unsure of it's identity.
We treat it as such. I know I have. Hope, I realized, is something I don't cling to very often.
I want to learn how to do that more.
1.29.2007
Paradoxes
When I get honest, I admit I am a bundle of paradoxes. I believe and I doubt, I hope and I get discouraged, I love and I hate, I feel bad about feeling good, I feel guilty about not feeling guilty. I am trusting and suspicious, I am honest and I still play games. Aristotle said I am rational animal; I say I am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.
To live bt grace means to acknowledge my whole life's story, the light side and the dark. In admitting my shadow side, I learn who I am and what God's grace means. As Thomas Merton put it, "A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God."
~ "For them I santify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified." John 17:19
