Archive for January, 2010

Linkie Goodness #4

Why saying I’ll get back to you on important questions isn’t often the best response

One remedy for dealing with addictions. Much better than a mumbled prayer at the end of a meeting in my view.

PhD Comics

A possible reason for St. Francis’s advice to preach the gospel with actions rather than words

‘How Bad For The Environment Can Throwing Away One Plastic Bottle Be?’ 30 Million People Wonder

How much does your life weigh?

Sometimes being right is wrong

God is better than sex. Minefield of a statement but it’s a no brainer on one level isn’t it?

How can you be a failure if you’re obeying God?

We may eventually get nano technology in our medicine The robots are taking over I tell ya! ;-)

Japan has given the world some good things and some very weird things

Planning to do things other than love

Take God out of church and the associated events. Would we even notice?

Even as I read this I can’t help but think that knowing the same lesson I’ll make the same mistake

A song about Irish newsreader Sharon Ní Bheoláin:

N.T. Wright helps me make sense of things

What about you?

(HT: Zoomtard)

Busy 2010 Ahead

January isn’t even over and ahead of me is the following:

Workload increasing at the office

Moving to a new premises with work

Taking on new staff and managing that change in tough circumstances

Idea I had for work has been accepted and they want to move forward on it. Welcome but creates more work for me

Masters to do at night

Parents moving out of house and helping with that

House still for sale and could theoretically be bought at any time. Conceivable I’d have to move three times this year.

Brother’s wedding at the end of May

Close friends’ wedding start of August

At least two other weddings I can think of right now

Soccer issues continue with new pitches and keeping the teams going

Church stuff that needs to be resolved.

Then there’s the friendships, the wanting of a girlfriend and the faith struggles that I’m sure will squeeze their way in somehow. Joys :-)

God knows the heart…

I asked him, “What do you say to people when they say don’t give to a homeless person because they may use your money for drugs or alcohol?” He said, “Sir, I tell them that they need to leave it in the Lord’s hands what they do with your money. If they do something bad with it, it’s not for you to judge, but for God to judge them. But by you giving and taking that chance, God looks at the person’s heart who gave it and that is what is most important

I want…

Originally posted June 2008. Damn but I’m feeling very lonely of late. Interesting to see what has and hasn’t changed from this more recent post

I want someone to pray with. A passionate woman whose love for God far surpasses any love she will ever have for me. I want a woman who challenges my faith and causes me to grow. She will force me to defend why I think what I think and make me a better man because of that. She will love people because God has loved her first. She will have a servant heart and will share her faith willingly even though it won’t need to be shared because it will radiate from her. She will see the Body of Christ reunited living for His Kingdom and His Glory. She will accept nothing less from me than a devotion to God as strong as her own. I want her living for His Glory.

I want someone to dance with. I want a woman who would rather dance than talk with me. I want to move in time to music that is only in our heads on a beach at midnight, beneath still silver moonlight as waves lap gently on the shore. I want to have my hand around her back cusping the side of her breast, as her head nuzzles my chest while our legs flick left and right before slow sliding ochos on the floor in an intricate dance that leads to more. I want someone who dances in worship not caring that people look but happy to be dancing for a smile from up above. I want someone who swings in and out as we lift and shout hey to an audience that looks on with billowing dresses and tilted hats surrounding and clapping as we take our turn to own the floor. I want to spy on her as she dances only for herself in front of a mirror when no-one else is watching. When she moves because she wants to move.

I want someone to run with. I want to see her hair and dress trailing in the wind as I see her footprints flash by in the mud. Her gleeful screams filling the air like a joyful melody. Through woods and fields. Laughing in the Sun. Walking through shoulder high grass and rolling around with kisses and whispers galore. She takes out pencil and paper and begins to draw her bare feet and mine. I recite her favourite poem. The one I know from memory. Her favourite that isn’t written by me. We lie down next to one another and the only sound is content beating hearts as we watch wisps of cloud flit by in an altogether beautiful sky.

I want someone to celebrate with. When I come off the pitch she is there to hug me soaking wet and muddy though I may be. I can be happy for her because I was there from beginning to end. I want to smile when she succeeds. I want to lift her up and spin her around while kissing her when I do well. I want to win and be happy and have someone to jump around with. I want to cry tears of joy with her and wipe them away as I whisper “I knew you could do it.”

I want someone to debate with. I want to see her obstinate face refusing to budge just when I thought I clinched the argument. I want to talk about politics, democracy, theology and philosophy. I want someone who has read books I haven’t and disagrees with me because she has considered her views thoroughly. I want to chat with her and then realise I hadn’t thought of an issue in that light before. I want her mind to be like mine. Open, inquisitive and eager to learn. Never dismissing without reasoned debate. I want a mind that is strong. That has as many useless facts as I do in it.

I want someone to love life with. I want to stand behind her and see the wheels in her head turning as she gazes on a painting. I want to try new food with her. I want to close my eyes as she plays music. I want to be her inspiration as she paints. I want her to take surreptitious photos of me when I’m not looking. I want her to tease me for being a prohibitionist as I tease her for being an alcoholic. I want someone who leans forward when watching a piece of dance she’s interested in.

I want someone to hold me. With her gentle hands, lips and fresh smelling hair. To tell me it’s alright. To know when she should hold me and when she shouldn’t. I want to cradle her in my arms and wipe away her tears. I want to be there for her and save her day. I want to spend a lazy day on the couch with her in my arms as the rain gently hits the window. I want to lie my head on her lap and have silence fill the room because we are both content.

I want someone to tell me to cop myself on. To kick me up the backside when I need it and especially when I don’t want it. To care enough for me that she is cruel to be kind. To tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself and get off my ass and do something about it. To get me to stop thinking and to start doing. To be strong enough for our marriage when I can’t be even if we have to take turns at it.

I want someone beautiful. I want to get lost in her eyes. I want to be talking and trail off because she turned, was caught in sunlight and I was lost for words. I want her eyes to sparkle and twinkle. I want her to give me a smile that no-one else sees. I want my soccer team to ask if she has any sisters. I want to look at her sleeping with a satisfied little smile on her face and wonder why did God give me such a beautiful woman as my wife.

I want someone to make love to. To have her shut the door and make her way towards me. To embrace passionately. To spend an entire day on a seduction that starts the moment she leaves the house. To taste her, to kiss her and to know that the wait was worth it. To wake in the morning with her and call in sick for her. To have only darkness, beating hearts and heavy breathing. To walk through the front door and have her leap onto me as she wraps her legs around my waist and kisses my open mouth with arms clutching my back. To stay in bed an extra five minutes because her scent lingers in the sheets.

I want someone to grow old with. To make fun of young kids at church with. To look after nieces and nephews. To take to my family and make it feel her own with. To have a family with her. To have my Nana tell her the story of how my GranDad seduced her. To argue and fight with and still realise we love each other. To tease her as she goes grey and be teased as I go bald.

I want to give her up to God.

I want to say your plans are enough

And Your love is enough for me but most of all

I will make sure I am good enough for her.

I want to deserve that someone.

Linkie Goodness #3

What boyfriends and girlfriends might be searching for on Google

Signs your sermon is sucking

ASBO Jesus 836

ASBO Jesus

Kevin DeYoung says that if we use the term social justice we should first define it

Pharisees on Twitter :-)

Is your country going the right direction?

Would America’s economic performance be better if they didn’t spend so much on military?

A pastor needs to know his flock

This guy could have up to 400 kids (HT: Tim Challies)

Gay teen worried he might be Christian

Check out what languages are spoken in the USA on a cool map (HT: Ethan Zuckerman via Foreign Policy)

When to break the rules

Most economists are wrong

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Orthogonal What an awesome word.

If you care about academic integrity at all read this

“…if simply having a male friend who you love in the modern sense of platonic love is gay then we really need to re-examine how obsessed with sex we are as a culture

Naked Pastor

Naked Pastor

“You do what you can for as long as you can, and when you finally can’t, you do the next best thing. You back up but you don’t give up

The Seven A’s of Confession

Inner Shrink

Forgiveness doesn’t mean what she did to you was alright. It doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to hurt every now and then because of what happened. Travelling across an ocean for love only to discover that she was cheating you before, during and after the trip is bound to leave scars. You’re only human.

Are you over the break-up? Yes, you got over that remarkably quickly but that was because you were honest about what the relationship involved. For you staying friends even if it didn’t work out was still a positive result. In fact the friendship is what you treasured more than anything and that’s what you grieve. That’s what you miss. It’s the way you’re wired. When you truly commit to a friendship you’re all in regardless of what happens. You’re grieving the loss of a friendship like you still grieve the loss of others. Time doesn’t heal wounds. Grieving does. When the grief is done, then you can heal. You don’t give up on people. That’s your problem. You don’t know when to cut loose and you’re a glutton for punishment. Too trusting, too giving, too caring, too open and too honest. Even when it was obviously the right thing to do it still bugs you to have to do it.

Someone who was content to lie to you about matters of fundamental importance such as fidelity in relationships is probably not going to have any major qualms about lying to you concerning the future of the friendship when all has been laid bare. Of all the emotions you felt as a part of this anger made up probably 1% at most if even that. Disappointment, hurt, pain and a throbbing numbness were the cold, blank four walls of the room where you tried to piece back together your heart. It was alright to feel angry if you couldn’t even do it yourself at the time.

Life’s a bitch sometimes. Get used to it. Learn the lessons. You still haven’t. You don’t want to either. You’re afraid to because the risk of getting burnt when you play with fire is better than no warmth at all. There’s a reason adults tell children not to play with fire. Remember that.


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