Waiting for the thud
All things considered, the past 24 hours have been great. A couple of minor hiccups, but that's it. Kyle was doing his best "Marty McFly-forgets-how-to-play-guitar" impression at band practice...heh. Ow...my ears. Kailyn had a fever yesterday. Had a couple of unexpected bills...
But oh well.
I need to buy one of those "Life is Good" hats or shirts.
Seriously, though, it's times like these I'm just waiting for the thud. You know how it goes: Life is good, then...the phone rings...or you get an e-mail bomb...or you get sick. Whatever...SOMETHING happens and smacks your happy butt back into depression.
I hope not. Not this butt.
I spent last night (after band practice) hanging out at Zaxby's with the E, Wendy, and Jeremy. While we were sitting there lamenting about how much the old fundamentalist/cult influence reigns in Decatur, I couldn't help but notice that...there we were...just a group of friends hanging out, talking...and I thought, "This is my church." Sitting there at Zaxby's with friends...
Afterwards, I came home to find Allison and her 'spores' hanging out with Stacey at the house...Jeremy was there, too, having beaten home to my own house. More talking, goofing off, watching Jeremy fall asleep on the couch while his wife yapped (j/k...heh)...
Again, "This is my church."
It's easy to lose sight of simple times like this which are so obviously good when those moments are snuffed out by the time we spend in work...in routine...or even in pain (when the 'thud' happens). For me, it's especially easy to forget the significance of times like these when I'm so focused on planning for the Sunday morning 'gathering' that many people believe is church, when it's not. It is, after all, just another 'gathering' of the church.
And tonight, a bunch of us are gathering over at Jack S.'s to play guitar/instruments, consume various beverages, and just enjoy each other's company.
It's a shame so many people don't recognize the 'church' when they see it, too programmed to think that church is only that gathering that happens on Sundays that includes some kind of singing and some dude speaking from the Bible. Sure, I like that Gathering (or I wouldn't do what I do). But thank God church doesn't end with that.
Guess that's the mission, then...let people in on this inadvertantly well-kept secret.
My song is love
Love to the loveless shown
And it goes on
You don't have to be alone
Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And it's so hard to see you clearly
You don't have to be on your own
You don't have to be on your own
And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
Can i get that message home?
- Coldplay, 'The Message'
But oh well.
I need to buy one of those "Life is Good" hats or shirts.
Seriously, though, it's times like these I'm just waiting for the thud. You know how it goes: Life is good, then...the phone rings...or you get an e-mail bomb...or you get sick. Whatever...SOMETHING happens and smacks your happy butt back into depression.
I hope not. Not this butt.
I spent last night (after band practice) hanging out at Zaxby's with the E, Wendy, and Jeremy. While we were sitting there lamenting about how much the old fundamentalist/cult influence reigns in Decatur, I couldn't help but notice that...there we were...just a group of friends hanging out, talking...and I thought, "This is my church." Sitting there at Zaxby's with friends...
Afterwards, I came home to find Allison and her 'spores' hanging out with Stacey at the house...Jeremy was there, too, having beaten home to my own house. More talking, goofing off, watching Jeremy fall asleep on the couch while his wife yapped (j/k...heh)...
Again, "This is my church."
It's easy to lose sight of simple times like this which are so obviously good when those moments are snuffed out by the time we spend in work...in routine...or even in pain (when the 'thud' happens). For me, it's especially easy to forget the significance of times like these when I'm so focused on planning for the Sunday morning 'gathering' that many people believe is church, when it's not. It is, after all, just another 'gathering' of the church.
And tonight, a bunch of us are gathering over at Jack S.'s to play guitar/instruments, consume various beverages, and just enjoy each other's company.
It's a shame so many people don't recognize the 'church' when they see it, too programmed to think that church is only that gathering that happens on Sundays that includes some kind of singing and some dude speaking from the Bible. Sure, I like that Gathering (or I wouldn't do what I do). But thank God church doesn't end with that.
Guess that's the mission, then...let people in on this inadvertantly well-kept secret.
My song is love
Love to the loveless shown
And it goes on
You don't have to be alone
Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And it's so hard to see you clearly
You don't have to be on your own
You don't have to be on your own
And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
Can i get that message home?
- Coldplay, 'The Message'
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