Stephen Colbert on the Cross
a good laugh for a friday afternoon.
It’s Going to Space!
Posted this about a year ago and it got erased who knows how, surprise surprise. Louis C.K. with Conan O’Brien talking about how spoiled and unhappy we are.
Hilarious stuff.
McCain’s Reaction to Peace Prize News
Perfectly Imperfect
“As Luther put it, simul justus et peccator…The only true perfection available to us is the honest acceptance of our imperfection.” ~Richard Rohr
To Love Somebody
A First Wednesday in March
A guest post from my talented brother John. Posted this several months back and after reading it again this morning I wanted to re-post it.
Final night of a five-day trip to Geneva. It is raining. I have reason to be grateful: I brought my raincoat and umbrella 4,100 miles and they will see some action. Everything has meaning, relevance. The raincoat and umbrella? We all carry baggage… may that which we carry be on us for a reason.
I have packed and loaded many journeys with unnecessary baggage: With a pair of shoes I was too lazy to use; books I hadn’t had the time to read. One time, I took a laptop to Paris and didn’t bother to remember the power chord.
This time, I managed to pack a single oxford shirt that I didn’t need. A few measly ounces of unneeded baggage. I can live with that.
There are other lessons in this rainy evening. My journey, rather, my destination. I didn’t have one when I set out. I had a goal, but no clear view of what achievement looked like. I just wanted an hour or two to run away from the hotel room that had become my eight-hour office after I had already completed my eight-hour day. I needed to use the raincoat and umbrella. I needed to eat.
I walked past pizzerias and pubs, Chinese and Italian. The Four Seasons was packed with cigars and suits, and scotch. It smelled like the life I’m scrambling away from. Read more…
I’m Baaaack…
I realize that I have been blogging of late as frequently as politicians get things done that aren’t done with their own self-interests in mind. Sorry I have been missing. Or maybe not—that is if you find my blog lame, irritating, and boring.
Truth is, I have been busy working on other things. Blogging can be fun, but it is tedious and time consuming too. But I do plan to get back to blogging, though I think you might see some more stuff like this going forward (these days my “that might not go over well” conservative side just seems to continue to lose more battles than it wins).
Thought I’d pass along a tune I stumbled upon this morning (it’s a little spastic, but so am I).
The Criteria for Coming to Jesus
Ran across the following today on a blog a frequent, I took the advice. Maybe you could use it as well.
Jesus does not say, ‘Come to me, all you who have learned how to concentrate in prayer, whose minds no longer wander, and I will give you rest.’ No, Jesus opens his arms to his needy children and says, ‘Come to me, all who are weary and heaven-laden, and I will give you rest.’
The criteria for coming to Jesus is messiness. Come overwhelmed with life. Come with your wandering mind. Come messy.
~Paul Miller, A Praying Life
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