The Scene:
Target.
The players:
A friend and I.
The occurrence:
My friend mentions she wants to print off some of her pics at target so I say, OK go ahead.
She prints off the pictures asks the dude if she can pay later and on we shop.
Arrival:
At pizza hut. We have a jolly meal to fill our very empty stomachs. Pepperoni stuffed crust pizza (yum) side note- I've been eating a lot of homemade pizza which is really good but sometimes I still crave the greasy pizza from an establishment.
Toward the end of the meal we are getting ready to pay.
Friend inserts hand into purse. Looks at me with wide eyes. Pulls out the pictures and says "I stole these from target!" AKA she forgot to pay exactly a $1.50 for pictures from target!
Hence.
I don't carry a purse. ( :
Maybe she'll donate a dollar fifty to worthy causes to make up for stealing from target!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I don't usually.
I don't usually comment on sports here.
But today is unique.
How about them Panthers!?!?!?!
Talk about awesome. My heart got flutters watching them hold off Kansas. Watching them sink shots and play some great defense. I don't even feel sorry for the Kansas players.
It's one of those things where you realize sometimes confidence and being "THE" team isn't enough when it comes to facing a tough, stubborn team from Cedar Falls, IA.
Today, I am proud to be a UNI alumni, because they played a great game.
Go Panthers!
But today is unique.
How about them Panthers!?!?!?!
Talk about awesome. My heart got flutters watching them hold off Kansas. Watching them sink shots and play some great defense. I don't even feel sorry for the Kansas players.
It's one of those things where you realize sometimes confidence and being "THE" team isn't enough when it comes to facing a tough, stubborn team from Cedar Falls, IA.
Today, I am proud to be a UNI alumni, because they played a great game.
Go Panthers!
Friday, March 12, 2010
New Music
I haven't bought a lot of music lately. But today I used the Birthday money from my fellow staff (thanks much peeps!) and purchased the newest Toby Mac CD entitled "Tonight"
I went to his concert a couple of months ago and the people I worked with seemed to be surprised by just how many lyrics I knew. Yeah. I was pumped the whole time. His concerts and music are full of energy and passion. AKA Awesome! I think it's ironic how Christian music stations will only play a couple of his songs. I think it's even more entertaining when the people that listen to the Christian radio station come to his concerts and are overwhelmed by his true style.
A few people at work hear songs on the radio and think of me! ha. I think that's really great!
Music is a beautiful thing. It's profound and silly. It's deep and yet can be so fun. It can be sexual or it can be innocent and child-like. There is sultry, smooth, fast, slow, contemplative, hyperactive, bitter, love kind of music. It can be anything and other times can be nothing. We can say so much and so little through music. It's like a glance between lovers, so heavy and yet so simple. So well placed and well meaning that we need no further explanation to feel we can understand and relate to the music.
I used to always need an explanation behind art or music. I always thought that if there wasn't a reason or explanation the piece must be meaningless. Yet, humans have such similar general feelings and thoughts. It seems we are made to at least at surface value understand one another. The words and the art. I bring my own meaning to them. Just like I bring meaning to my own life. Although the artwork may not have been made with my own brushstrokes, the artwork becomes a part of my soul as soon as it means something to me. Then, I am a piece of it and it is a piece of me. There comes the meaning.
This is the impact of all art. All music. And all writing. And maybe even all speech.
I went to his concert a couple of months ago and the people I worked with seemed to be surprised by just how many lyrics I knew. Yeah. I was pumped the whole time. His concerts and music are full of energy and passion. AKA Awesome! I think it's ironic how Christian music stations will only play a couple of his songs. I think it's even more entertaining when the people that listen to the Christian radio station come to his concerts and are overwhelmed by his true style.
A few people at work hear songs on the radio and think of me! ha. I think that's really great!
Music is a beautiful thing. It's profound and silly. It's deep and yet can be so fun. It can be sexual or it can be innocent and child-like. There is sultry, smooth, fast, slow, contemplative, hyperactive, bitter, love kind of music. It can be anything and other times can be nothing. We can say so much and so little through music. It's like a glance between lovers, so heavy and yet so simple. So well placed and well meaning that we need no further explanation to feel we can understand and relate to the music.
I used to always need an explanation behind art or music. I always thought that if there wasn't a reason or explanation the piece must be meaningless. Yet, humans have such similar general feelings and thoughts. It seems we are made to at least at surface value understand one another. The words and the art. I bring my own meaning to them. Just like I bring meaning to my own life. Although the artwork may not have been made with my own brushstrokes, the artwork becomes a part of my soul as soon as it means something to me. Then, I am a piece of it and it is a piece of me. There comes the meaning.
This is the impact of all art. All music. And all writing. And maybe even all speech.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
In any case
Sometimes I think about the younger me and then I remember.
In some ways. I feel so old and yet in other ways I feel so young. So what am I?
Wisdom seems to be a dime a dozen and a lot of times I struggle with what I've been taught is Truth and what really is.
I remember when I read red letters. When I clung to those promises and those seemingly endless words. I don't ever read Scripture anymore except when I go to church and even there, the stories roar up in my mind like the back of my hand and I contemplate. I contemplate the fact that I know and understand these stories from the inside out. And yet, sometimes I am skeptical. I suppose you could say the doubting Thomas. But I'm not so sure if that's even the right explanation anymore.
I always wondered how the real world worked in regards to faith. Like, when you became an adult with a family, a marriage, full-time job, and other adult responsibilities, how does faith factor in? I guess I still am not so sure. Haven't quite figured out the equation or if there even is one. Sometimes those old Bible verses still come back to me, but they seem to me a fleeting memory. Though I still would call myself Christian, I don't so much identify with that same word in the ways I used too.
I know some people have the ability to see endless miracles and signs when tragedy strikes. Yet, I am not so much that person. I used to be really bitter, and let's face it, sometimes still am. I know some people are betrayed by people that were supposed to protect or love them. And I feel their anger is justified and rightly placed. Yet, who am I supposed to be angry at when there is no one to blame? Maybe when I'm old and start expecting people to die, I won't feel so confused about things anymore. Maybe I'll stop asking questions. Maybe it will just be one of those things. Sometimes I wish someone could tell me answers. I still research lung cancer. As though maybe someone can give me some hint. Yet I come up empty-handed.
Although I am older now and it is not so strange to not have someone around, I still sometimes wonder how things would have been different. Don't we all?
In any case this post is a result of some relaxing tai chi and a couple of margaritas with work friends. I can never say the void has been filled, but there are different ways to live, and love. Different things to seek than someone gone. Than answers that may never come. But isn't each new day an answer to my questions? Isn't the answer, life goes on?
I think my questions are only questions. I think the answer is satisfactory for tonight. The truth is that I am old, but also young. I have more to learn, but there are some things I have learned. The truth is, the answers will be in my children's eyes. The answer, has to be, love.
Where the love is found, or expressed, taken, or given, that is where I feel home and that is the answer. Perhaps for each of us.
I hope in my heart of hearts, that it is the answer for all of us.
I hope.
In some ways. I feel so old and yet in other ways I feel so young. So what am I?
Wisdom seems to be a dime a dozen and a lot of times I struggle with what I've been taught is Truth and what really is.
I remember when I read red letters. When I clung to those promises and those seemingly endless words. I don't ever read Scripture anymore except when I go to church and even there, the stories roar up in my mind like the back of my hand and I contemplate. I contemplate the fact that I know and understand these stories from the inside out. And yet, sometimes I am skeptical. I suppose you could say the doubting Thomas. But I'm not so sure if that's even the right explanation anymore.
I always wondered how the real world worked in regards to faith. Like, when you became an adult with a family, a marriage, full-time job, and other adult responsibilities, how does faith factor in? I guess I still am not so sure. Haven't quite figured out the equation or if there even is one. Sometimes those old Bible verses still come back to me, but they seem to me a fleeting memory. Though I still would call myself Christian, I don't so much identify with that same word in the ways I used too.
I know some people have the ability to see endless miracles and signs when tragedy strikes. Yet, I am not so much that person. I used to be really bitter, and let's face it, sometimes still am. I know some people are betrayed by people that were supposed to protect or love them. And I feel their anger is justified and rightly placed. Yet, who am I supposed to be angry at when there is no one to blame? Maybe when I'm old and start expecting people to die, I won't feel so confused about things anymore. Maybe I'll stop asking questions. Maybe it will just be one of those things. Sometimes I wish someone could tell me answers. I still research lung cancer. As though maybe someone can give me some hint. Yet I come up empty-handed.
Although I am older now and it is not so strange to not have someone around, I still sometimes wonder how things would have been different. Don't we all?
In any case this post is a result of some relaxing tai chi and a couple of margaritas with work friends. I can never say the void has been filled, but there are different ways to live, and love. Different things to seek than someone gone. Than answers that may never come. But isn't each new day an answer to my questions? Isn't the answer, life goes on?
I think my questions are only questions. I think the answer is satisfactory for tonight. The truth is that I am old, but also young. I have more to learn, but there are some things I have learned. The truth is, the answers will be in my children's eyes. The answer, has to be, love.
Where the love is found, or expressed, taken, or given, that is where I feel home and that is the answer. Perhaps for each of us.
I hope in my heart of hearts, that it is the answer for all of us.
I hope.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
If we MUST. We will NOT.
In today's world,
Sometimes it makes me frustrated feeling like I have to or should apologize for my religious beliefs. For the fact that I do NOT and will NOT accept that any and all behaviors are OK and acceptable.
Our lax culture. Our sex-infused culture. Our devil may care attitude culture. Is one in which I feel overwhelmed by and sometimes saddened by.
Do people really think Jesus will come back and say, wow, you promoted sex and an irresponsible lifestyle to children, but, I know you didn't know any better, it's OK.
I may be one of the few to believe that somehow, someway, we will have to pay for our sins. Unless Christ has redeemed your soul, your life, and your spirit.
Yes. All should be accepted into the church door.
But please. If you already know you disagree with the church's beliefs, stay out of the church's door. We believe what we believe as you do. You may feel good calling Christians hypocrites, but it's no different than attending a Christian church and being surprised when they tell you your lifestyle is sinful. That's the basic theology.
"For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God" Romans 3:23
"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus" Romans 6:23
"While we were still sinners, Christ died for us" Romans 5:8
The main thread through the Gospel, the Good News, is that though sinners, we have been given salvation, new life, and hope.
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone and the new has come" 2 Cor. 5:17
"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will." Romans 12:2
In any case. The church tells everyone they are sinful. The Christian faith is based on our own failures to be perfect and on putting our trust and hope in a God who can make us new. Give us eternal souls. It is up to you what you want to believe. The church will always tell me I am sinful, that my lifestyle is sinful, that some of the choices I make are wrong, but the main factor is, I choose to accept this condemnation because I choose to believe I need grace and love. I need someone who loves me more than all the things I've done wrong and more than all the dark places I've been. I need a savior.
Whether you do or not, is up to you. But please don't judge me for this need and I won't judge you for your lack of need. Leave the Christians to their God for judgment and we'll do the same for you. I believe what I believe. If you fault me for that, it is no skin off my back.
Sometimes it makes me frustrated feeling like I have to or should apologize for my religious beliefs. For the fact that I do NOT and will NOT accept that any and all behaviors are OK and acceptable.
Our lax culture. Our sex-infused culture. Our devil may care attitude culture. Is one in which I feel overwhelmed by and sometimes saddened by.
Do people really think Jesus will come back and say, wow, you promoted sex and an irresponsible lifestyle to children, but, I know you didn't know any better, it's OK.
I may be one of the few to believe that somehow, someway, we will have to pay for our sins. Unless Christ has redeemed your soul, your life, and your spirit.
Yes. All should be accepted into the church door.
But please. If you already know you disagree with the church's beliefs, stay out of the church's door. We believe what we believe as you do. You may feel good calling Christians hypocrites, but it's no different than attending a Christian church and being surprised when they tell you your lifestyle is sinful. That's the basic theology.
"For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God" Romans 3:23
"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus" Romans 6:23
"While we were still sinners, Christ died for us" Romans 5:8
The main thread through the Gospel, the Good News, is that though sinners, we have been given salvation, new life, and hope.
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone and the new has come" 2 Cor. 5:17
"Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will." Romans 12:2
In any case. The church tells everyone they are sinful. The Christian faith is based on our own failures to be perfect and on putting our trust and hope in a God who can make us new. Give us eternal souls. It is up to you what you want to believe. The church will always tell me I am sinful, that my lifestyle is sinful, that some of the choices I make are wrong, but the main factor is, I choose to accept this condemnation because I choose to believe I need grace and love. I need someone who loves me more than all the things I've done wrong and more than all the dark places I've been. I need a savior.
Whether you do or not, is up to you. But please don't judge me for this need and I won't judge you for your lack of need. Leave the Christians to their God for judgment and we'll do the same for you. I believe what I believe. If you fault me for that, it is no skin off my back.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
