A Year of Love

Well, today is officially one year of Holiness Reeducation. I began blogging, oddly enough on Valentine’s Day a year ago. In this year blogging has become part of the rhythm of my life. It has become as much a part of who I am, how I express myself, and many of my relationships that it is hard to imagine life without it. Thanks for all who have contributed to my efforts here by reading, through participation and by displaying your occasional oddly placed passion. So in honor of my anniversary, I offer you a bunch of randomness. Enjoy and thanks for reading…..

I think we are an intensely unhappy society. At least that is what I am observing from our entertainment. Shows about happy people don’t seem to exist anymore. My wife commented on this last night as every show we watched had a main character with a meltdown. Why are we so unhappy? I think it is because we are so intensely selfish. Selfish people are the least happy people I know. Being selfish is exhausting, stressful, and it rots your soul.

Why is getting a cell phone as difficult and horrific a process as buying car? Have you ever been to a cell phone store that was easy, efficient and pleasant. I am not talking about the individuals, I have dealt with some fine individuals. But the entire industry seems to exist with a smugness of “You know you have to deal with us, so we don’t care about making things easy, user friendly, or efficient. So take that!”  I think I actually prefer going to the Department of Motor Vehicles more than my cell phone store.

The older I get the more I like mixed nuts. When I was a kid it was the kind of food only your parents ate. Now, I see the bowl of pistachios, peanuts, and all the other nuts whose names I don’t know and I can’t resist.

I am experiencing 24 fatigue. I am just tired of there being a conspiracy against the president every single season. Its a played out story line, let it go. Next thing you know they will have some sort of story line where someone gets kidnapped this season, oh wait that happened. Or, one of Jack’s family is going to die, oh wait that happened already too. Or, Jack is going to be magically healed from almost 2 years of malnutrition, torture, and not talking instantaneously and 8 hours later look like he is fresh out of the spa. Oh wait….

People need to stop giving Rex Grossman such a hard time for his Super Bowl performance. There is no way he could have known it was going to rain during the Super Bowl (not like we have radar, weathermen, the internet, or windows to show us what is going on outside). If he did, obviously he might have practiced with a wet football (like Peyton does regularly, which is why he didn’t treat the football like it was a greased up watermelon in a 4th of July pool party game). After all he is young and talented and tried his best (I hear he has already put in an audition tape for the next Bachelor, and the Real World vs. Road Rules Challenge, unfortunately he would probably get waxed there as well).

Being a pastor has made me more cynical about the motives and intentions of fellow pastors and more encouraged about the nature, motive and ethics of congregants. I wonder if that is strange?

Evidently the most burning question of our culture’s soul is “Who is the greatest Rock Lead Singer in history.” Everyday I still have dozens of people come to this blog for the first time because they Google that question. I pray people come here and find peace…

To the list of awkward times of your life that you never want to repeat (my list includes middle school, every break up I ever had, being engaged, and having a physical) I want to add coming out of the shower in the locker room at the gym and having two old guys from my church standing there in various states of undress. Nothing like an awkward naked conversation with some congregants to make you think about joining a new gym.

I am not much of a Valentine’s Day supporter, but a Valentine’s Day hug and kiss from my daughter does make the world a better place to live in.

Blessings…….