Friday, March 03, 2017
I was standing on the back porch, talking with my brother-in-law about his life, his career, not mine. We talked about he didn't know what was next, about how he was going to take time to focus and his wife (my sister!) and family (my nephew!).
At the very end of the conversation I briefly mentioned that he had given me something to think about, just as casually as someone sneezing after visiting a relative recovering from the flu.
Lent-fuled because I have become dimly aware that I have very little control over the come-hither gaze of Tumblr, Twitter, and Pinterest. A fast because the people I most admire exercise at least some measure of control over their lives -- a trait I will never have, but can reach for for the rest of my life if I like.
A pseudo-fast because, I suppose, I need now to handle with rubber gloves and a measured gate a swath of religious terms and I ideas with which, in my childhood, I would run freely around the house, barehanded and open-hearted. Like taking a bubble bath in the Arc of the Covenant. Now thirty and gun-shy, I run a tighter spiritual ship, less given to attributing to God, say, good parking spaces and recoveries from colds and more inclined to spend time crying in movie theaters and freaking out over rainbows. Which causes worry and grief in some (church friends, family, and my fellow drivers just after the sun drives away a heavy rain) and relief in others (me).
And blogging doesn't count because even mediocre posts like this require a measure of discipline my Tumblr-cruising self couldn't summon even if offered the totality of the Internet's Catherine Deneuve gifs.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Bridge of Spies
Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens
And here are some 2015 titles I'm still hoping to see:
The Diary Of A Teenage Girl
Straight Outta Compton
The End Of The Tour
Shaun The Sheep
The Hateful Eight
Digging For Fire
Love & Mercy
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
But, in my defense*, spelling is kind of an artificial skill anyway, right?
*Just took four tries to spell "defense" — pro tip: there is no "c".
Saturday, October 03, 2015
- My wife and motherhood are going to mesh well together. Like, insanely well.
- A double-wide stroller (combined with gravity and a hill) is potentially a deadly weapon. Wield it carefully.
- I have some kind of paternal instinct kicking in hardcore. "Feeling like a dad" is something I say when I feel great about something.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
I write about prayer as a pilgrim, not an expert.From the author description for Randy Alcorn's Heaven:
Dr. Randy Alcorn is a leading authority on Heaven.The difference between a pilgrim and an expert (or authority), is that, though both spend a great deal of time and energy seeking knowledge, the expert stops at some point and says, "I have conquered this subject. I know all this is to know."
The pilgrim is ever restless. But in that restlessness, she continues to uncover truth — long after the authority has declared the case closed.
Monday, March 09, 2015
Thank you for being taller than me.
Thank you for bending over to hold me.
Thank you for holding me.
Thank you for the thoughtfulness of David Fincher.
Thank you for the irrepressible buoyancy of Guillermo del Toro.
Thank you for the vulnerability of Joss Whedon.
Thank you for Win Wender's clear eyesight.
Thank you for what Malick does to my vision.
Open me eyes. Help me see.