Where Can One Escape Unweathered?
I have to admit, that even my abnormally lofty personality is being somewhat hampered by this unbearable and perpertual rain! I remember how on Tuesday, when the sun was out shining for that brief, insignificant amount of time, how we all gravitated towards the open door which was allowing the warm blessing of the bright day air.
Man it would be nice to feel that again.
In the past, I've always enjoyed the winter, because winter meant snow. But unfortunatly, I've hardly had the opportunity to enjoy the dark season's phenominon, and as a result, I very much look forward to the summer for a change, where I can bask under the deadly UV rays like a lizard and bake. That's bake, not get baked.
I've made a few leaps an bounds into my own identity which I've found to be no end of enjoyable and entertaining. I've also listened well and drawn some fantastic conclusion about life and love and happiness, and also the Holy Ghost! And yes I did just rip off an Audio Adrenaline song. I apologize.
Last night, my cousins were out from the island visiting, and demanded an audience with my nephew, who is high in demand these days. So the lot of us herded ourselves off to my grandparents for feeding and socializing, and we had many great conversations. I asked my dad about missions, and talked to my Uncle Mark, whose a pastor in Duncan, about some of his books he wrote. Currently, I'm ejoying reading his second to latest book "The Rest Of God," which is about how to keep the Sabbath, and consiquently, your sanity. There's more to it than that, but hey, I've still got alot of reading to go. I noticed two important points, which I think I'll go ahead and point out, in the chapter on "work." As you well may or may not know, I take a long and serious look at work, and that generally while I should be working. I've noticed a thing or two, mainly how much I disliked it. Now I have a change in attitude, and perhaps you can understand why.
My uncle Mark wrote this: When you have had one of those take-this-job-and-shove-it-days, try this. On your way home, stop in at your pharmacy and go to the section where they have thermometers. You will need to purchace a rectal thermometer made by the Q-tip Company. Be sure that you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the drapes, and disconnect the phone so you will not be dusturbed during your therapy. Change into something comfertable, such as a sweat suit, and lie down on your bed. Open the package containing the thermometer, remove it, and carefully place it on the bedside table so that it will not become chipped or broken. Take the written material that accompanies the thermometer. As you read, notice in small print the statement: "Every rectal thermemter made by Q-tip is personally tested."
Close your eyes. Say out loud five times, "Thank you, oh thank you, that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company."
The first chapter of the book is about the "work of God," and how to know if you're doing God's work. It's explained, in longer, more accurately and with a better vocabulary, that if we're doing the job God called us, we're doing the work of God. He also points out what I've missed all this time: In Genesis, it clearly points out that God made work suck. After he cast Adam and Eve out of the garden, he specifically made sure that by and large we would not enjoy going to work. But he also pointed out that it is completely nessisary, so we might as well do it with a joyful heart. And for so long, all I've consumed my thoughts with is how can I make this make me more happy, instead of how can I be more joyful and praise God in every pair of glasses I make. Different attitude, right? Absolutely.
Dave and Jen bought Papa Murphies stuffed crust pizza tonight. Our house smells like pizza. I almost forget how much I miss the sun.
But then I'm reminded of two things: no hockey and no motorbike riding until sun comes out. Phooie, I says, phooie.
My company has an annual golf tournament every year (otherwise it wouldn't be annual) and I've raised the bar by proclaiming that this year, I will beat them all. I also now realize I said the very same thing when our Young Adults group went mini golfing at Castle Fun Park, directly preceeding my humilating falure as I came in last. Well this time will be different, for I have an ace up my sleeve. His name is grandpa, and he... actually doesn't fit up my sleeve. Anyway, he's going to teach me to golf, since other than having no experience, I've got... no experience.
But if we didn't set the bar, how then would we not fail to reach it? There's a bit of "I should have been in bed four days ago" logic for yah. And on that note... a-ha, this week's Smallville ephisode is offically completed downloading, and I will proceed to enjoy it. =D
Man it would be nice to feel that again.
In the past, I've always enjoyed the winter, because winter meant snow. But unfortunatly, I've hardly had the opportunity to enjoy the dark season's phenominon, and as a result, I very much look forward to the summer for a change, where I can bask under the deadly UV rays like a lizard and bake. That's bake, not get baked.
I've made a few leaps an bounds into my own identity which I've found to be no end of enjoyable and entertaining. I've also listened well and drawn some fantastic conclusion about life and love and happiness, and also the Holy Ghost! And yes I did just rip off an Audio Adrenaline song. I apologize.
Last night, my cousins were out from the island visiting, and demanded an audience with my nephew, who is high in demand these days. So the lot of us herded ourselves off to my grandparents for feeding and socializing, and we had many great conversations. I asked my dad about missions, and talked to my Uncle Mark, whose a pastor in Duncan, about some of his books he wrote. Currently, I'm ejoying reading his second to latest book "The Rest Of God," which is about how to keep the Sabbath, and consiquently, your sanity. There's more to it than that, but hey, I've still got alot of reading to go. I noticed two important points, which I think I'll go ahead and point out, in the chapter on "work." As you well may or may not know, I take a long and serious look at work, and that generally while I should be working. I've noticed a thing or two, mainly how much I disliked it. Now I have a change in attitude, and perhaps you can understand why.
My uncle Mark wrote this: When you have had one of those take-this-job-and-shove-it-days, try this. On your way home, stop in at your pharmacy and go to the section where they have thermometers. You will need to purchace a rectal thermometer made by the Q-tip Company. Be sure that you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the drapes, and disconnect the phone so you will not be dusturbed during your therapy. Change into something comfertable, such as a sweat suit, and lie down on your bed. Open the package containing the thermometer, remove it, and carefully place it on the bedside table so that it will not become chipped or broken. Take the written material that accompanies the thermometer. As you read, notice in small print the statement: "Every rectal thermemter made by Q-tip is personally tested."
Close your eyes. Say out loud five times, "Thank you, oh thank you, that I do not work in quality control at the Q-tip Company."
The first chapter of the book is about the "work of God," and how to know if you're doing God's work. It's explained, in longer, more accurately and with a better vocabulary, that if we're doing the job God called us, we're doing the work of God. He also points out what I've missed all this time: In Genesis, it clearly points out that God made work suck. After he cast Adam and Eve out of the garden, he specifically made sure that by and large we would not enjoy going to work. But he also pointed out that it is completely nessisary, so we might as well do it with a joyful heart. And for so long, all I've consumed my thoughts with is how can I make this make me more happy, instead of how can I be more joyful and praise God in every pair of glasses I make. Different attitude, right? Absolutely.
Dave and Jen bought Papa Murphies stuffed crust pizza tonight. Our house smells like pizza. I almost forget how much I miss the sun.
But then I'm reminded of two things: no hockey and no motorbike riding until sun comes out. Phooie, I says, phooie.
My company has an annual golf tournament every year (otherwise it wouldn't be annual) and I've raised the bar by proclaiming that this year, I will beat them all. I also now realize I said the very same thing when our Young Adults group went mini golfing at Castle Fun Park, directly preceeding my humilating falure as I came in last. Well this time will be different, for I have an ace up my sleeve. His name is grandpa, and he... actually doesn't fit up my sleeve. Anyway, he's going to teach me to golf, since other than having no experience, I've got... no experience.
But if we didn't set the bar, how then would we not fail to reach it? There's a bit of "I should have been in bed four days ago" logic for yah. And on that note... a-ha, this week's Smallville ephisode is offically completed downloading, and I will proceed to enjoy it. =D