A Life Worthy

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  • When God Says No

     

    NO

    I guess you don’t have to call her Cordelia after all.

    My girl didn’t get the part.  Oh, she got a part.  We all did, as it turns out.  But she didn’t get the part. (more…)

  • A Sinful, Broken World

    Picture a Day June 2, 2011 - 36-Star Flag at H...

    Note: Sometimes life just isn’t funny.

    This isn’t a political blog, nor is it a “What’s new in the news?” blog.  It’s a blog about life, and about my struggle to live what Paul called, “A life worthy of the calling you have received.” Still, sometimes things happen in this world that not only need to be addressed, but that directly impact my quest.  So we talk about them. (more…)

  • Plague Boy

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    There’s no use denying it—I am what I am.  For the last few days, I have hardly stirred from my big green chair.  I have slept, eaten, napped, read junk novels, snoozed, scrolled aimlessly through Facebook, slumbered, and slept.

    I’ve been sick.

    There are no spectacular symptoms I can point you to.  No raging fever, no projectile vomiting, no delirium—at least, none that I’ve noticed. I’m not bleeding, either internally or externally.  Neither pox nor pustules are in ready evidence.  I’m just totally wiped out.

    Frankly, I almost wish I had some better symptoms. (more…)

  • Refocus

    You may have noticed that sometimes I get a little scattered.

    My writing can be a bit…oh…hodgepodgey.  Looking back over the six months since I started this blog, I see that I have written about hiking, braces, car failures, home improvement nightmares, dogs, dates, worship, and my favorite chair, among other bits and bobs.

    Sort of a digital stream of consciousness.

    I thought it might be time to sort of remind you, and myself, exactly why I’m here.  (more…)

  • The Gift of Time

    Is my family cheap…or are we deep?

    Both, I’m thinking.

    At gift giving times—birthdays, Christmas, Arbor Day, etc.—my family often opts for presents involving experiences.  Not that we aren’t fond of stuff.  We love stuff, and judging by the amount we’ve accumulated over the years, stuff loves us.  I think it’s just that years of near-poverty and my own phobic response to clutter have rendered us open to more (more…)

  • Exercise

    I have pain.

    I spent several hours over the past two days cutting back the climbing rose arch that covers the front of our house.  It was #7-C on The List, so it felt good to get it done.  A real sense of accomplishment comes with reducing 30 ft. of diseased and bug-ridden plant life to two bins of wanna-be compost.

    But now, the pain. (more…)

  • Do Over

    It’s the saving grace of many a childhood game.

    Party Hats

    It’s the secret wish of every man.

    It’s the Do Over.

    Tell me you’ve never wished for it.  The chance to go back and take the shot, make the investment, show the self-discipline, learn the skill, do the bold and dangerous thing, the “What if?” (more…)

  • Miracle on Yale Drive

    Presents

    ‘Twas the next billing cycle, and havoc was wrought

    To our finances by all the stuff that we’d bought.

    I tried to be good; I strove to be frugal;

    Still, you would think that I thought I owned Google. (more…)

  • Oh Christmas Tree

    English: A bauble on a Christmas tree.

    So let me get this straight.

    You kill a tree, or hire someone to do it for you.

    You drag said dead tree into your house, rearranging the furniture so as to give it a place of prominence.  You then proceed to cover it with lights, pieces of colored glass and tin, and bits and bobs of food and fluff.

    And why is this, exactly? (more…)

  • Drama Queens Reprise

     

    This is sucking up the entire holiday season.

    I knew it would happen, so I shouldn’t complain—but where’s the fun in that?

    Cathy and Carissa have made it through the rehearsal time, and Miracle on 34th Street has officially opened.  I am the proud husband of Pedestrian #1, and proud father of an elf.

    Pardon me, not just any elf…Elf J.

    Whatever that means. (more…)