Silence, blogging and coffee filled Holy Spirit.

Last Saturday I went to half the Core. It is a training for youth workers produced by YS. It was underwhelming. Chap Clark, the speaker, spent the time barking out enthusiastic youth pastor catch phrases. The great revelation this year was "passion." Students have it and we need to nurture it and direct it. Wow! I wonder if we could have a youth pastor/worker meeting where we talked about Jesus, not as a means, but the end (and the beginning for that matter.) We would mention the kids as the after thought, but Christ would be the heart beat. We would learn concepts like Christology and hermeneutics, and what to do with them, not to put us to sleep but to give us understanding and wisdom. But I am dreaming, this must be done, it seems alone or in smaller groups, like sharing a secret. Then doubt and fear catch us as we walk out of the door. But then marketing catches up and the game is over.

Prophets from across the pond and tight blue jeans.

I like jeans.
I like my wife in jeans (cords too, but that is a different post.) She's hot.
I like the beatles. There is an ipod somewhere that contains my sound-track.
I will have to find it.




Martha my dear though I spend my days in conversation
Please
Remember me martha my love
Don’t forget me martha my dear

Hold your head up you silly girl look what you’ve done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl.

Take a good look around you
Take a good look you’re bound to see
That you and me were meant to be for each other
Silly girl.

Hold your hand out you silly girl see what you’ve done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl.

Martha my dear you have always been my inspiration
Please
Be good to me martha my love
Don’t forget me martha my dear.

LaCoste Artisan Coffee, hold me closer tiny dancer.

Coffee is a religion. And one of the worship site here in lkwd likes to play Elton John. I am here at least weekly and when I am here, there is at least one EJ song to be played.

Speed Limit 25

His life freaks me out but, man can he sing a ballad.



She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it's gonna be a long long time...

February the First

Hey, did you know, Christmas is over. Candlemas is the last festival in the Christian year that is dated by reference to Christmas; subsequent holidays are calculated with reference to Easter, so Candlemas marks the end of the Christmas and Epiphany season. see here

Winter is half over, calendar freaks, spring is coming!