Monthly Archives: September 2009

Things that keep me up at night…

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(Note: Not every night. Just last night.)

1) If the words “inquiry” and “query” are connected, why are the two spelled so differently? Why not quiry? or inquery? Or maybe those words are correct. My spell-checker isn’t catching them.

2) Will we have enough time for all the people we are dying to hang out with down in South East Georgia next year?

3) Why do we use the phrase “dying to” when we really mean we’re “living for?”

4) How am I going to write a song tomorrow in the midst of sleeping late, learning worship songs, two meetings, work, gym, and date night?

5) What’s my brother up to these days?

The Spiritual Flu

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I found this yesterday while reading an article from Relevant Magazine, about connecting with God.

“Sometimes I just know that I am going to come down with an attack of atheism again. It’s like the flu. Spiritual flu, I call it. I get ready to endure three or four days of doubt and deep distance from God. Then, through the grace of God, I find myself spiritually well again.” Madeleine L’Engle

I guess months or years would be a spiritual coma?

Or death…?

I can’t be serious…

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15 minutes.

That’s how much time I’ll get at the coffee house tonight. 4 songs. 15 minutes.

  • The Perfect Me
  • Hector Hector
  • Do What we Can
  • Day is Done

And then I’m done.

I don’t perform live very often. I’m not a big fan of it. In fact, I’m just a big nervous chicken when it comes to singing in front of people. Luckily, on Sunday mornings, everyone is singing along, which takes the edge off.

But not tonight.

I asked a friend for advice. He said that I shouldn’t take myself too seriously.

Brilliant.

This perfectionist, overachiever, chicken is singing fun lighthearted songs tonight.

It’s the only way I can’t be serious.

Where’s the respect?

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Can I just get something off my chest?

I see a fading practice of human respect in our society… From politicians who campaign by telling us just how incompetent their opponents are, to celebrities who verbally destroy others in front of a camera, to pro athletes who yell obscenities at an official during a game, to normal everyday people who criticize, condemn, and judge others’ behavior.

We are quick to speak words that are harmful to our neighbors.

I do it.

You do it.

We all do it.

That’s the beauty and curse of freedom of speech. We’ve been granted the privilege of saying whatever – whenever – about whoever. But, just because we can, this doesn’t mean we should.

Not everything that is permissible is beneficial.