If I should slow my pace and
finally subject me to grace
And Love that shames the wise,
betrays the heart's deceit and lies
And breaks the back of foolish pride
- Excerpt from Jars of Clay's song "Jealous Kind"
Thank God too; I have entirely too much foolish pride.
It is good to be tired and wearied by the futile search after the true good, that we may stretch out our arms to the Redeemer. - Blaise Pascal
A week ago today--at the suggestion of a book I am reading--I set aside about an hour of time to spend in solitude. No one else, no people, no distractions, no agenda other than to be alone with God.
I cried. In a good way. To say that it was "good" would be an understatement. Not necessarily easy, but definitely good. I HIGHLY recommend it.
Often I spend so much of my time chasing after so many things that I wear myself out. Don't get me wrong, I think the things I spend my time doing are good, worthwhile things. It's just that I try so hard to get everything done, everyone taken care of, every situation resolved....that I forget the most important role that I can fill is just being God's kid and hanging out with him.
Last Saturday I got to hang out with my Abba.
I haven't blogged in a while; here's my stream-of-consciousness on a snowy Sunday night. Enjoy the following seven items, helpfully itemized in a numerical format. There are seven because that's the Biblical number of perfection (also it's mostly because I got a little tired and I couldn't think of any more).
1. I think it's just a little bit creepy when I'm reading through my Facebook page and my profile says:
Boyd Allen "Likes" So-And-So's "activity".
What does that even mean? I liked your status or your post...not your "Activity"! What is that?! It sounds gross, whatever it is.
2. I LOVE Kansas City Chiefs Football. I know, I know, we were horrible this year, nay, even atrocious. It makes no logical sense, but I love the Chiefs. It's been a really, really tough year, but days like today make it a little more palatable. We defeated the horrible, ugly, dreaded Broncos en route to breaking several Chiefs records. And to make it better, we beat the Broncos at THEIR house, ended their already slim playoff hopes, AND avenged ourselves of the beat-down they put on us in KC a few weeks back. It was a good way to end the season. Go Chiefs!*
3. Saturdays are a my new favorite day of the week. Sarah and I have been deliberately taking Saturdays off (or in Christianese, "taking our Sabbath") for the last month or two. It's hard to make yourself NOT do anything for a day, but it's one of the most rewarding things I've ever done. If you are the kind of can't-do-nothing, addicted-to-doing-things, let's-get'r-done kind of person that I am, then I highly recommend it. Rest is good for the soul, mind, body.
4. I have an awesome family. Christmas and the holidays are best spent in the company of those who know and love you best. Thank God I got to do that these last few weeks. I am very blessed to have a great family and great in-laws. Plus they have really, really sick senses of humor. I admire that in people. Thanks for being so freakin' cool guys; I love you all.
5. I started reading Donald Miller's "To Own a Dragon" the other day. He is just the right mixture of honest, funny, and readable. I like the book so far. If you haven't read Miller's "Blue Like Jazz", you should.
6. As much as I rant about snow, sometimes it's mildly cool. If only I had a snowboard...and a mountain in my backyard, then I might LIKE snow. Also, it's kinda eerily cool how it brightens the night and makes it look like perpetual twilight because all the light reflects off of everything.
7. My 11 month old is teething again; two molars at the same time. It seems like hard work. I hope that I'm not one of those biological freaks who loses all his teeth when he's 50 and grows a whole other set. I don't think the coolness factor would outweigh the pain. Doesn't seem worth the trouble.
*I still want Todd Haley fired!
Today is my Sabbath (weekly day of rest) and for some reason I was reminded of this liturgy that my brother posted on his Facebook account about this time last year.
I thought of this poem because, this year, my goal is for the holidays to be sort of an annual Sabbath; a month or two of the year when (hopefully) life slows down and I get to rest, relax, and recharge with friends and family. I know that this may not be the reality for many (myself included), but it's my primary goal this Christmas.
it is a time of whispers
of rumors and echoes
angels are unfurling their wings
stars are dancing new steps
and the universe is drawing breath
for now we live in the waiting time
let the darkness gather
let the seasons change
let the nights draw in
to their darkest moment
the light is on it's way
so come now
be a blessing to the frantic and worried world
and find space
for God is slipping into skin
and restless in the womb
it is advent
P.S. I tried unsuccessfully to find out who the original author is so I could credit him/her. If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know.
The random thoughts of a passionate moderate who is incurably addicted to music, practical philosophy, and learning new things.