The other day I had an epiphany. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of this bright, beyond brilliant idea before. I’ll do both nights and days. Sleep has always been overrated any ways.
I’ll let you know how this goes.
Archive for Life
To night or to day? That is the question.
I am going crazy. Just a little.
My indecisive nature is not coming in handy at this point. Within one day I will be 100% convinced I’m going to do nightwatch and 100% convinced I am staying on days. And that happens at least five times a day.
Help?
Going, going, gone…coming, coming back!
Dear friends and family,
Well for some of you the first phrase counts and for others the second phrase. Either way it is clear that there is going to be a change in my geograhical location in just three days.
On Monday morning I will be making my way back to Kansas City. I will be leaving home (family, friends, my house, food that isn’t pumped full of hormones, fresh air, grass that has maintained it’s color) to go home (the prayer room, EGS, FSM, friends, my apartment)…so that I can continue waiting for my home (New Jerusalem, a city whose builder and maker is God, a place where sorrow and sighing has fled away, the heavenly country).
I live a strange life.
Well, while I am at home away from home waiting to be home I hope to update my blog more frequently.
Italy
This is a picture of my cousin and I while we were in Italy. I’ll write more about my trip later.
Stage antics
Well, after that lengthy post I have decided to give all of my wonderful readers a break with a breather.
The following story would probably be my embarassing moment of the week. Only those who know the worship with the word harp and bowl model will understand this.
The other night I had a worship with the word set at 2am and we were singing through Song of Solomon. At one point Jonathan (the worship leader) starts singing “I’ve got a river of life flowing out of me…” and we all bop our heads, smile and sing along happily to the bumchuck beat as Jonathan bangs on the keys with a big smile. Then we gradually go into singing in the spirit all the while we still have this bumchuck beat going and everybody in the room is kind of smiling and laughing. All is well and good and then Jonathan looks over at me with a big grin on his face and in an instant my happy countenance was overshadowed with dread as my jaw drops to the ground.
The singing in the spirit dies down and suddenly I stare down at the passage infront of me (after picking up my jaw)….all the while the bumchuck beat is still going, now no longer a happy beat, but a incessant pounding in my ears. Then I realized that I was the one who had to introduce the passage.
What happened between the words “My beloved…” and “…is mine” after introducing the Song of Solmon 5 cycle I don’t remember. I think its a method my brain has developed to cope with intensely traumatic experiences. All I know is that I looked up and everybody still had goofy smiles on their faces except now they are all directed to me.
What to write?
Now I actually have a new blog and I don’t write any posts. I feel like there is a world of people out there all waiting expectantly for me to write, just waiting to be able to hang on my every word…when in all reality only one person knows of the existence of this blog.
Nevertheless this irrational feeling leaves me with my fingers hovering over the keys with a thousand ideas shooting through my brain, completely paralyzed by my lack of decisivenes.
So I am writing a blog about how I can’t decide what to write just to fill in the empty spaces until I am able to articulate my wondering thoughts and frighteningly sporadic mind.
New blog
Hello peoples. This is my new blog. I have moved up in the world and I have acquired an official blog. Here the mysteries hidden within my soul will be unfolded day by day, post by post…probably not.
