Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Just the question What Would Jesus Buy? brings up questions in my mind. Was Jesus concerned with global economics or the hearts of men? Would he be disappointed in the way we've turned a holiday in his memory into a commercial extravaganza? He overturned tables in the temple, upset that God's house had been turned into a den of thieves, yet he paid taxes and told others to do so, too.
I have another question for you, much less thought provoking, but we'll call it research for a current project.
If you had $8000 fall in your lap that you could blow any way you wanted to, what would you do with it? Don't be responsible here-- no paying down the mortgage or helping out the poor. You have to blow the whole wad on yourself.
How would you spend $8000?
Sunday, November 25, 2007
It was through this sort of non-verbal communication that I learned that Bai Yun and Gao Gao's baby will be named tomorrow.
It's also how I learned about the man who is suing God, the legless chihuahuas, and the dog who adopted a litter of squirrels.
Admittedly, not earth shattering news.
In return, I leave open pictures of derelict boats that need rescuing, free stuff from craigslist, and blogs of interest.
My brother got in the act this week with a gross story about a hairball. If you really want to see it, you'll have to look it up yourself. Yuck!
I have a grandmother who still clips articles from the newspaper and sets them aside to share when I visit every 5 years or so. Sharing news via Internet is just an instant twist on an old tale.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Ahh... sweet rejection.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
She's been through the wish book and circled something on every page. She NEEDS a remote control parrot, not to mention a mermaid doll that converts to one with legs, a roller coaster kit, and anything with dragons.
"Did you know," she asked the other day, "that Christmas is Jesus' birthday?"
"I've heard that somewhere," I said.
"Why is he always a baby in the Christmas pictures? Why aren't there any grown-up pictures of Jesus on Christmas?"
It's not like she's seeing commercials on TV that tell her Christmas is coming. It's just in the air. I hate to break it to her that there's a whole 'nother holiday before Christmas. She must have picked up on the subtle vibe that holiday season starts in August when the stores put out the holiday displays.
I, for one, refuse to wrap any presents or sing any carols until Friday. House Rules. I want to spend the week being thankful, not greedy.
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
1. He spent 7 years writing his first book 24 times before it was published.
2. He received over 200 rejections before he got an acceptance.
3. When his first dragon book was picked up by a publisher, the publisher came to him to ask for it.
Writers are a stubborn bunch. It takes pretty thick skin to put yourself out for criticism and rejection again and again and again. You've got to believe in your book: you've got to believe in yourself.
Or you've got to be driven by something that you can't control, a story that burns within you that you must release.
When I sit at my computer and agonize over the fifth draft of a book, it's not because I love failure... it's because I can't NOT write this story.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
He died too young.
I wish I had a copy of the letter Jay had tucked away inside his address book to be read in case of his death. He told people not to grieve, but to have fun remembering him. Everyone should write such a letter.
Something about the things people shared at Jay's memorial today reminded me of Anna from Mr. God, This is Anna. Curious, loving, outspoken and a tease.
I wasn't close to Jay at all. I only knew him as a close friend of a close friend. But watching the faces of those who scattered his ashes in the bay, I was struck by how much influence one man can have if he shares his enthusiasm for living.
God bless you, Jay. And God bless those who loved you.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
I've heard it called the halo effect, that urge to paint the next wall, to polish the next floor in order to keep the old from looking shabby next to the new.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
This photo does does show the full character of our old kitchen floor - brown and orange linoleum in all its 1978 glory.
The one redeeming quality of this floor, which I didn't realize until too late, is that it ate dirt. I don't know if the dirt disappeared into cracks into the linoleum or was absorbed into the pits of its texture, but I rarely swept the floor when it was brown and I almost never mopped it.
Dirt disguises dirt. Deep down ground-in sin makes surface sin seem okay.
But redemption changes everything...