Thursday, February 17, 2005

An excerpt from Telling the Truth

I began reading a book today by Mr. Frederick Buechner, on the recommendation of a couple of people I dearly respect. I can tell already that he is going to become one of my favorite authors. There was this one paragraph that I really think sums up so much of what is really meaningful to me, and I just wanted to share it with you.

"The Gospel is bad news before it is good news. It is the news that man is a sinner, to use the old word, that he is evil in the imagination of his heart, that when he looks in the mirror all in a lather what he sees is at least eight parts chicken, phony, slob. That is the tragedy. But it is also the news that he is loved anyway, cherished, forgiven, bleeding to be sure, but also bled for. That is the comedy. And yet, so what? So what if even in his sin the slob is loved and forgiven when the very mark and substance of his sin and of his slobbery is that he keeps turning down the love and forgiveness because he either doesn't believe them or doesn't want them or just doesn't give a damn? In answer, the news of the Gospel is that extraordinary things happen to him just as in fairy tales extraordinary things happen. Henry Ward Beecher cheats on his wife, he God, himself, but manages to keep on bringing the Gospel to life for people anyway, maybe even for himself. Lear goes berserk on a heath but comes out of it for a few brief hours every inch a king. Zaccheus climbs up a sycamore tree a crook and climbs down a saint. Paul sets out a hatchet man for the Pharisees and comes back a fool for Christ. It is impossible for anybody to leave behind the darkness of the world he carries on his back like a snail, but for God all things are possible. That is the fairy tale. All together they are the truth."

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to me!
Happy Birthday to me!
Happy Birthday, dear Ginger!
Happy Birthday to me!

I'm old today.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

What I am

I am the shark-filled water.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Procrastinating on writing a ten page paper, due tomorrow

You know how when someone is pouring their heart out to you, and you are really trying to listen, but then your sister walks in the room with a wire butterfly sticking on her head and it's really funny and you start laughing inappropriately and then you feel bad, even though you can't help it and you really do care about your friend, but it's just really funny because you definitely weren't expecting your sister to put a wire butterfly on her head, especially late at night?

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Groundhog Day

Happy Belated Groundhog Day! Sorry I didn't wish you all happiness yesterday, but it was the first day of classes here, so I was a smidge busy. But even though Phil saw his shadow and cursed us with more weeks of this disgusting weather, I still love his day. And by the way, where is my card, Godfather Steve?