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So, I closed on my house the other day. It went off more or less without a hitch. Lost a bit of cash in the deal but it’s good to be out from under the mortgage. In other news, things on the relationship front are fantastic. It’s like I turned a page and started a new chapter in my life — one full of God’s blessings. I’m very thankful.
So, I’ve been a little quiet here because I’ve been busy prepping to move back across the river to Louisville proper. I moved last Friday (yes, Friday the 13th, I spit in the face of your superstition!) and I’m finally more or less settled in. I really like this apartment I moved to. We close on the house on the 24th, but I had to be out before the closing, because the buyer takes possession at closing.
Also… I met someone. She isn’t the person I would have imagined myself with if you’d asked me a month ago (I’m not saying this behind her back — we’ve had this discussion), but we’ve been dating for a little while now, and she’s pretty great.
Anyway, we’ll see where it leads…
I was without power for three days and trapped in my house with no heat, no hot water (hence the permanent bed head) and very little to occupy my time. Not sure why it occurred to me that my digital camera case had two full batteries in it, but I ended up taking lots of pictures and video. This is a little teaser for an eventual full vid that I will be putting together. Clearly, it’s tongue in cheek. View the standard definition video below, or click here to watch in HD. :)
“I’m going to hell, but I’m okay with it. There’s a special place reserved just for me.”
These were the words of a cashier at the grocery store I went to last night after church, spoken to the bagger just as I walked up to the register. Initially, I wrote them off as a joke, as nobody who believes there’s a hell to go to would really be okay with going there… would they? I got my grocery bags, loaded them in the car, and sat there with my keys in the ignition.
I grew up in a Christian family, and as long ago as I can remember, I was attending a small Baptist church with them. I accepted Christ and was baptized when I was still in grade school. While that’s certainly something to be thankful for, at times I think that those of us who grow up in the church don’t really appreciate what we’ve got, and I think it can easily make us lukewarm in our faith.
I don’t frequently log my dreams, but this one was just so bizarre.
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And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.
–Romans 8:28 (NASB)Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways!
–Romans 11:33 (NASB)
We’ve all been there. “Why is this happening to me?” “Why now?” “Why do bad things happen to good people?”
God doesn’t always let us in on the “whys” — and He doesn’t really owe us the answers (see Job 38-42 for more on this). Still, every so often, I believe He enjoys letting us in on His ways. Yesterday was one of those days for my family.
It’s been a rough year, but I was just thinking to myself how nice it is to know that I’m loved, by God and by family and friends. If you’re reading this, tell someone you love how you feel. Maybe it’s a friend or a family member who you just don’t say it to — maybe they know already. Say it anyway. There’s no better feeling in the world than to know you’re loved.
I wrote this on a message board today, because of someone’s response to my comment about how I thought I Am Second wasn’t religious, but was definitely Christian. I thought I’d put it here as well.
Well, I think people confuse Christian with “religious” too often. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t really their fault — a lot of Christians don’t do a whole lot to differentiate themselves.
When most people think about someone who is “religious,” they think of someone who subscribes to a certain set of rules. Christianity is foremost about relationship. That relationship, if diligently pursued, leads to changes over time — but somehow they don’t feel like rule-following anymore. They feel like loving someone back.
I could share some personal stories here about how that has worked in my life, but I’m not really so sure they’d be well received by all parties. If you’re interested in hearing more, get in touch.
Back to my point. You can be a religious Buddhist, Hindu, Jew, or Satanist, or yeah, Christian. But just because many Christians get bogged down in legalism doesn’t mean there isn’t a difference between being religious and being a Christian.