So it's been a while, huh?
I understand the phalanx of frustration that is felt by all of my adoring readers and that you feel lost and alone without my guidance, wit and foolishness as witnessed in this blog. So for all of you who read this (both of you would be my guess), if you read it, call me or email me just so I know. If I don't get an email or a call from you referencing this number 235664 then I will realize that I am speaking only to myself in this blog and it will cease to exist.
I question and I wonder about a lot of things. I have serious doubts about the whole purpose of things outside the work of God. Now, by "the work of God" I am including his work in the world and our participation in that work. I hope that all who read this recognize that I put extremely great value on these two things. In fact, they rank right up there with Laura Johnson, my three kids, Mountain Dew, and the Kentucky Wildcat basketball team (damn their scrawny hides allowing North Carolina to beat them!). But don't you just question the value of a lot of the other things that go on in the world? I mean, really, who needs a 46" plasma tv or even a 52" (or I just heard advertised today a projector that will give you the equivalent of a 92" picture)? How close do I really need to be to enjoy what little there is to enjoy in television and movies today? I wouldn't be able to actually taste the Mountain Dew on screen even if it was seven feel tall! And while there are players on the Wildcats that really are seven feet tall, I don't need them running back and forth across my wall. But I digress.
There are only a few things that really matter: love for and by God, love of family and the fulfillment that comes from following God's lead. I want to be more and more like Christ, more and more willing to live a life of sacrifice and suffering in honor of his life and sacrifice. But when God allows those things to come my way, the first thing I do is panic or get mad or get afraid. I refuse to get afraid or mad or panic anymore. I have the things that matter, the rest will just have to forget it.
I question and I wonder about a lot of things. I have serious doubts about the whole purpose of things outside the work of God. Now, by "the work of God" I am including his work in the world and our participation in that work. I hope that all who read this recognize that I put extremely great value on these two things. In fact, they rank right up there with Laura Johnson, my three kids, Mountain Dew, and the Kentucky Wildcat basketball team (damn their scrawny hides allowing North Carolina to beat them!). But don't you just question the value of a lot of the other things that go on in the world? I mean, really, who needs a 46" plasma tv or even a 52" (or I just heard advertised today a projector that will give you the equivalent of a 92" picture)? How close do I really need to be to enjoy what little there is to enjoy in television and movies today? I wouldn't be able to actually taste the Mountain Dew on screen even if it was seven feel tall! And while there are players on the Wildcats that really are seven feet tall, I don't need them running back and forth across my wall. But I digress.
There are only a few things that really matter: love for and by God, love of family and the fulfillment that comes from following God's lead. I want to be more and more like Christ, more and more willing to live a life of sacrifice and suffering in honor of his life and sacrifice. But when God allows those things to come my way, the first thing I do is panic or get mad or get afraid. I refuse to get afraid or mad or panic anymore. I have the things that matter, the rest will just have to forget it.
