…that cartoon Jonah Hill with super powers is incredibly disturbing.
A lot has happened since my last post. Quite a lot. We can get to that in a second. First, I want to talk about that lovably goof-tastic alien with the big blue head: Megamind. Continue reading
His name wasn’t really Jesus, it was Jerry. And I didn’t meet him in a bar; he just took me there after he fed several dozen homeless people in the park, offered them Communion, and then healed a sick man. Ok, he didn’t really heal him, but he got the police to contact a medic who came and took care of the guy. When he’s not passing out sandwiches in the park, he is hanging out with the marginalized of society, those who have been burned or disillusioned by the church, the homeless and the bartenders. You can understand why I got the two mixed up at first.
Denver. The Mile-High City,
the Queen City of the Plains, Wall Street of the West. There is something profound about looking to the West no matter where you are and seeing the snow-spattered Front Range steadfastly defying the flatness of the plains.
I have already been here for over a month, and it feels like a second home. The air is crisp, the views are breathtaking, and the peer pressure to exercise is working. I don’t know if it’s the lack of oxygen making me think it’s a good idea to run in 2 degree weather or the way the outdoors seem to call to you every spare moment, but I have never found sticking to a running plan so easy.
Sorry for the lack of posts, but I had to wash my hair. No, it was actually that old demon of impending school application deadlines choking out all of my creative fervor. As much as I would have rather been spouting ego-centric philosophies and meaningless opinions on here, I had to reserve those for the application essays. Oh, and I’ve been in Colorado for over a month (check out the gallery for photos).
I will get to Colorado and its mountainous splendor in the next post, but I wanted to start things back with something truly fun. A topic that is contemporary, relevant, and altogether captivating: worship of false idols.
An hour and a half of bland highway scenery passed before the occasional pot hole began to break up the monotony of pavement. Another couple of minutes of resistance, then the asphalt finally submitted to the gravel’s reign, as the smattering of trees on each side gradually grew into full-fledged forests. After only a few nauseating curves of bumpy gravel road, the path turned sharply to the left, exposing several football fields worth of flat pasture out the right window – the foreground of a painting dominated by rolling, tree-covered hills, the occasional winding trail, and bordered by the bowing Cahaba River. The small sign on the side of the road read, “The Future Home of Living River: A Retreat on the Cahaba.”
So reads the title of an insightful analysis by Brett McCracken published in Relevant Magazine recently. It outlines the most divisive issues among Christians. It is poignant, helpful. And it is altogether misleading.
Well, that month flew by like a Rolling Tide of War Eagles. Or would it be like a Crimson Tiger? Oh, the mascot blasphemy! Yes, like all incredibly formational and eye-opening experiences, my month with the United Methodists of Birmingham, AL must come to an end. Time flies when you’re beating 6th graders at Mario Kart.
But this town hasn’t seen the last of me. I’ve gotten a new scent. I’m on the trail. The season is open. And I’m in the mood for…Presbyterian. Continue reading
Life Reconciling 