everywhereallthetime

I want you.
Come to church.
now?
Yes now.
its tuesday at 10pm.
No better time to come and sit with me.
im tired.
I am like a raging river, I will energize you.
The cool air will get into your lungs.
The sound of the water makes you alert.
Touch it’s icy wetness and it shocks your system.

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Love them.
Love it.
Love your busy.
Listen to them.
Listen to me.
Feel the wind of Holy Spirit.
The water of Me.
Church.
Your Soul will rest here and feel alive here.
Come to Church.

everywhereallthetime

I want you.
Come to church.
now?
Yes now.
its tuesday at 10pm.
No better time to come and sit with me.
im tired.
I am like a raging river, I will energize you.
The cool air will get into your lungs.
The sound of the water makes you alert.
Touch it’s icy wetness and it shocks your system.

i have an ipad that will do just fine.

I want You.
Come to church.
it’s early wednesday morning. im tired. i dont want to go anywhere.
You don’t have to go anywhere to go everywhere with Me.

Come to church.
im too busy. have work to do. emails, phone calls, meetings.
Lets have it here.
i have no time for songs and a sermon.
Have it with your calls, your busy-ness.
pray on the phone? i’d be fired AND made fun of.

Love them.
Love it.
Love your busy.
Listen to them.
Listen to me.
Feel the wind of Holy Spirit.
The water of Me.
Church.
Your Soul will rest here and feel alive here.
Come to Churhc

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Conversations with God

Hey you.

I love you. You want to be happy. You want goodness and happiness.
I will give it to you.
“how?”
You ask me.
“i don’t know how.”
Just ask.
“i’m busy. why are you here anyway?”
My enjoyment is you enjoying this.
“i’ve forgotten how to. are you waiting for me to remember?”
Waiting is wasting. I’m only loving.
“how do i remember?”
Look around when you walk. Listen when you speak. Open your eyes when you sleep.
“what next?”
Look around when you walk. Listen when you speak. Open your eyes when you sleep.
“what if i cannot?”
Watch the children. They can show you.
“they cry, bloody their knees, and fight.”
That’s because they know that life is their teacher more than you do. You are waiting for something grander, more romantic.
“like love?”
The bloody cry-fighting is love. Once you see that you will see how much bigger love is.
“i don’t know that love.”
I’m not leaving.
(much silence, infinite silence, as if an infinite period punctuated that last word)

“i—i, am
bloody crying love.
I am love. i don’t understand it, but I
Am Love.
I Am Loved. By you. By him, by her.
I will not waste in waiting, but I will Learn to See Love again.”

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Poo-litical Football

The pigskin is getting kicked around these parts again every Saturday and Sunday. It’s football season, and while I hold on to summer so hard you have to peel my fingers from its grasp, I love this season almost as much. This year is one of those special years that comes every four that also has our grand country pitting two teams trying to win not ballgames but votes. I see them as so similar. Football and Hard Ball Politics.

Two teams, one game. The Asses vs. the Big Fat Elephants, The Crimson Tide pitted against the LSU Tigers, the Cowboys live to beat the Redskins. The Democrats hate the Cowboys, The Aggies hate the haters. It’s all getting so confusing.

It is possible, and healthy for us to compete with excellence, vote our heart, and still love the other team. Not to simply disagree with one another, but to learn from the different perspectives.

This November, I’m voting my conscience, which is not to vote. I don’t see a better man and a worse man, and I know that America can handle my vote not being cast for the first time since Clinton v. Bush 41. I’m voting Ron Paul, Ross Perot, Ronald Reagan. Throwing it away, some may say.

I’m not wearing red, or blue, or green. Maybe an earth tone like brown. Sue me, I’m a Christian who is no longer a Republican.
I’m going to spend my time getting along, like the children.

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Watching It Burn

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Today, the city operates almost as normal. All except for the thick hazy smoke the blankets us as we walk the streets, drive our highways, and walk around dazed. What happened just two afternoons ago has left many hundreds homeless and evacuated. The rest of us are in awe of the power and speed of nature.

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You see, in Colorado, we have a relationship with our nature. Like the Na’vi, the indigenous race on the planet Pandora in the movie Avatar, its a part of us. We’re a part of it. It’s what drew me to Colorado when I started coming here often in my early years from Texas. Perhaps it was passed to me from my grandfather, who lived in the far northern reaches of Minnesota near the Canadian border. His livelihood was the forest, and although he worked for a paper company that inevitably cut down trees, he loved the forest. He was at home in the forest.

The same way he was at home out there, I am at home in these craggy forests and canyons. I’m mourning as I let go of a very small piece of the Colorado landscape. Let go of whatever I was hanging on to, maybe its mystique or its impenetrability. I have hiked these hills for many years. I will not stop sitting by the streams, studying the ants crawling on boulders, or listening to the aspens whistle in the mountain breeze. But today I’m sad.

Now we get a chance to see it’s resilience. Our resilience as humans. This is where love really can win. Ahhh, I like that.

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I Speak For the Trees

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I am always prompted to write during natural disasters. Oil spills, earthquakes, it doesn’t matter. This story is about the trees. Recently the trees in our home state of Colorado have taken a nosedive. Their stock has plummeted as their source of income has dried up over the most recent quarters. The result of this downturn? The trees are burning. Burning. Call me strange, but it makes me sad. These trees take hundreds of years to do what humans do with a bulldozer in hours.

Many years ago, before white man commandeered the lush green mountains and valleys of Colorado, fires still happened. Droughts occurred and crops, animals and people suffered. But it feels different these days. It feels like somehow we should speak for the trees. Not cut them down as often. Or, look at them, appreciate them more.

In our hometown, there is a massive fire burning right now, and we are doing everything we can to stop it. Perhaps nature’s revenge is burning. Maybe the pastors were on to something after Katrina when some said ,”we brought this on.” Maybe it wasn’t the “sin” that’s doing it, but our own carnivorous nature. Not global warming, just looking at man’s responsibility.

Either way, we won’t know for a while. But my heart is saddened while our friends and community in Manitou Springs near us in Colorado Springs are evacuated. We pray for the little town today. It is my favorite area in Colorado Springs metro. Not because it’s put-together and perfect, but because it’s a patchwork, just like me.

I digress.

Have mercy on us. Have mercy on us.
May we learn what we are to learn.
May we slow down.

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Churchianity

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I grew up in a church environment. It was a culture, in the early 80’s, of Christianity. It came with its writers (James Dobson and the like), music, and obviously an army of church people. We were bathed in this culture as Christians, and there was good to it.

I didn’t ever fit in to it. I liked the books, the music, and the people, and still do, but I never felt like I got it. Never felt accepted.

Every time I stepped in to a different “culture”, like the classroom, football, basketball, tennis, or the neighborhood one I’d feel like I had to be a different person. A better me.

The thing was, I knew who God was from age 6, and wanted my church culture to be “it.” I would make sure that my Churchian friends knew that I had the right music, went to the right Church events, and had the right stuff.

But this me always seemed to find a way to feel like an idiot.

Today, many years after these pains, I know and love authors, musicians, and artist from many “cultures” in America. They’re friends. That’s all. I don’t have to call them anything but friends. My family? They love and accept all my tastes and distastes. And I know I don’t have to be different for any of these.

While Churchians, sports buffs, foodies, junkies, the homeless, or business men all can stay in the culture of the day, I will hold on to the thing God shows me every day–who He is. He, not my previous God of Church will guide me.
Now I proudly accept being the village idiot, and follow something much bigger than me. Something unknowable and mysterious. See, so I did get much out of my church experience!