Musing While Waiting

I'm beginning to think the government is determined to leave the church with nothing to do but shepherd its members in metaphysical matters of nonreason. "We'll take care of everything having to do with life in the real world thank you very much." Nefarious!

On another topic - I think I'm ready to declare my open appreciation for the musical offerings of Pink. Am I wrong?

You should have seen me change the oil on my lawnmower yesterday. A more unlikely success could hardly be imagined - I mean I'm daily gathering concrete evidence of God's love for me here. I know it was an awkward and uncomfortable experience for the machine - the thing was violated in all honesty - but just one rip of the cord after the long off-season and my weeds were all laid low. Praise be!

I Like Mom's Coffee Best

There are no less than sixteen Starbucks locations in my fair city while she boasts only two Dunkin Donuts. I prefer a simple brewer to a barrista and a styrofoam cup to a cardboard sleeve and I'm still kinda a coffee novice who can't understand why one cup should cost so much more - so I usually go to Dunkin Donuts. On those occasions when I do patronize that cadillac of coffee shops - I always enjoy carrying on the following rebellious exchange:

Barrista: "What can I get started for you today?"

Me: "Hi. I'll have a medium coffee."

Barrista: "You mean a grande coffee?"

Me: "Yeah, I'll have a medium coffee."

Barrista: (Looks away fumbling with the stack of cups)

Me: "Thanks."

What's wrong with me? The stakes are definitely coming loose on my hospitality tent down here:)

Matthew 23:10

For the first few years of my ministry the focus of my energies was not in listening but locomotion. Not content in the station or with creeping along the countryside I came to reside in the tender car lustily shoveling coal into the engine's fire box. Only when I had a full head of steam did I take a long look down the track laid ahead and wonder where it was I was going. I looked for the brakes and found none. I ran through the coach cars only to find I was alone. Though it was a lonesome desert valley I was speeding through I thought it better to derail there than blow my whistle through Babylon. It hurt when I jumped in front of that steam engine - all the more when I realized how hard I'd had to work to make it hurt that much. I've walked the wreckage for nine years now and I no longer have strength sufficient for the shovel. But when asked why I won't attend the leadership conference - I don't have to think before responding: "Because I'm not a leader."