At this end of a week . . .
May the payments you've made for your "free time" be rewarded
May the moments mean more because you recognize them
May the sun's dance with the clouds mimic your soul celebration
And may all words spoken be worthy of hearing.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Monday I saw the same clip on the Today show.
In today's blog readings, someone I've never met but love how he writes shared the link. And in those comments I find this link to a compilation of their work.
I don't usually continue email funny trails. Neither does the guy who blogged about them today. So what makes these guys special? And how far has their notoriety already spread? One comment suggested they already had a endorsement contract with Motorola in China. All laughter aside, this one clip illustrates better than most full-day seminars how our world is so much smaller than ever before.
Monday, October 24, 2005
and like good wine may it improve with every passing year.
Friday, October 21, 2005
- the weather in Houston begs you to come outside and play and you do!
- friends remind you with small gestures and shared giggles why you love them in the first place
- faith questions seem like so many distant arguments, muffled and, for the moment, easy to ignore
- the skirt you thought wouldn't fit does
- couples who should be together are and one couple even invites you to be part of the celebration
- that same couple know how to celebrate well
- the "stuff" that surrounds you makes you smile and calms your spirit
- you wonder what the night may hold.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
(a) thought you attractive as you walked down the stairs or . . .
(b) considered you elderly enough to need the assistance even though your hands were free . . .
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
However, my need for results is why I don't follow sports until it matters. The fourth quarter, the final inning, the last minutes on the clock, the playoffs -- NOW we're getting somewhere!
Unless of course, you're an Astros fan and it's the top of the ninth and one strike stands between you and the World Series.
I've been sick at my stomach all day long.
Monday, October 17, 2005
- recently a got a call from a man who wanted help in distributing 50,000 bumper sticks that "don't actually stick"
- a bumper sticker on a truck in my complex reads . . ."Yes, this is my truck. No, I won't help you move."
- the man who owns this truck is an acquaintance of mine who told me upon our first meeting that he was not a homosexual (I hadn't asked). he's also the man who bears a tatoo that says "property of Victor" on his chest.
- when people crave the spotlight, why do they complain when the brightness blinds them?
- the list of things I will never do takes shape as I get older . . . I'm not sad about this but it's true . . . I will never bear a child
- what does it look like to "honor" something?
Friday, October 14, 2005
Is there a better combination than old friends and new discovering each other together?
Thursday, October 13, 2005
The noise of the hurricane relief efforts has stilled. Several folks are out of the office. Many of my contacts are on the road and my calls are at a minimum.
I almost ached for something more.
While not quite an adrenaline junkie, I do have a need for adventure and having come off an adventure high over the last few weeks, I felt the melancholy of regret throughout the day.
No, I don't want another catastrophe. No, I'm not wishing hurt on someone else so I can feel excitement. But . . .
I'm ready for the weekend.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Some have already surmised that globalization has rendered the U.S. in what may soon be a "less than" position. Others may resonate with Friedman's assessment that they've been asleep. But all will find that he's got a handle on an interesting dilemma.
If it's true . . . that we've moved from globalization 1.0 where it was all about the country, to 2.0 where it was all about the company to 3.0 where it's all about the individual, the church has new avenues, possibilities, methodologies et al to explore.
With changing technologies, practices and players, we can embrace or compete. I know which option I favor.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Charm is a mist, dependent upon the environ. Elusive, temporary, it never settles near for very long.
Grace is mine, and yet, sometimes I can't remember when I last used it.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?
(The jury's still out on that one.)
change the script,
and create the happy
I want to turn the page,
see the image in color
and find the obvious
that so eludes you.
I want to touch a key,
switch the code
and unlock the seemingly ceaseless
you've embraced too long.
I want to
But reality dictates
that it must be
- color added/drenched photos capturing a poor Mississippi neighborhood, captured by a middle aged white woman
- trucker chic on a young German
- brilliant blue scenes marking an exit from a familiar artist's usual muted abstracts
- a sky perfectly framing the downtown courthouse as to suggest painted backdrops from a 40s flick
- black lines cutting through a peaceful white calm splashed with interpretive gold begging for stories to unfold
On Friday, the scene was bumper after bumper as a friend and I were reminded once again that in Houston traffic is a part of the equation that can't be ignored. Your shopping list might be short but if time and/or money are in short supply, your will will be tested. After numerous stops and starts, we found our edible rice paper, food coloring, not-quite-brass tacks, and candles and delivered them to the interactive art exhibit we were trying to assist.
Organized chaos reigned there. Everyone knew what they were doing but it all seemed to be happening at once. The contrast later in the evening when the whole scene had been transformed into this black/white/gold-candlelit canvas on which each participant would "paint" via experiences their own story was remarkable.
So peaceful . . . and yet I couldn't linger long because there were theater go-ers to be sat. My standing commitment as an usher overlapped with the art opening. So after youthful exuberance came the calm strength of veteran actors who were guests of our local company. They may have been well passed 60 but they carried the show on strong shoulders.
Later when we returned to the gallery and stepped into the roles of the elders in the group I encountered much less resistance within my own spirit. Thank you Hal Holbrook and Dixie Carter for reminding me that age has its own reward.
German house guests were chauffeured to their proper locales the next day and I was off again to serve the local art scene as a gofer at the Bayou City Art Festival downtown. By the evening, when I met my next houseguest at the airport, my eyes were heavier but my heart lighter.
Sunday offered a picture of the church global. In my living room were some of the brightest and best at what they do. We dreamed. We challenged. We wondered. We may not have settled anything but I can't help but feel the day was a beginning.
An afternoon of more art, more people, more conversation and I closed the weekend before 10 p.m. even showed its face on my clock! I found myself resonating with the stories of how weary the Astros were after 18 innings.
Still, I'm sure they, like me, were smiling at all that had been and could be.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I wish I wrote with such clarity.
I wish I knew this guy beyond the page.
I wish the Legion among us could find each other.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
“There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” Mohandas Gandhi