a strange night

so i wrote 30 entries in september--and 1 in october...oops.


anywho, i found out tonight that my favorite author and my favorite speaker are friends with tulsa's favorite "heretic"

plj

Someday I'll See Clearly

I don't get it.

There's so much bad in me still. Don't get me wrong: there's some good in me, too, and much more than there used to be. I think that side's winning.

But the fight's not over, I guess.

This is probably a weird post to come back on, after the whole Sentence for September experiment, but I guess this is where I'm at right now. And I wanted to write, so this is what you get.

According to my sidebar, there are only 65 more days until I leave this chapter of my life. I thought it'd be different than it is. I thought I'd spend four years at a Christian school, confront the sin in my life, and walk away victorious and unconquerable. That's just not the case.

I wanted to find a book on my shelf tonight that would give me hope. There are books that I turn to when I feel especially useless or lost or confused, books like this and this. But they weren't here tonight. (They must be in Colorado...)

So I grabbed a new book, one that I had bought for the chapter in it about homosexuality for my senior paper. This book has one of the greatest subtitles ever: "How the Culture-Controlled Church Neutered the Gospel." It's by Brian McLaren and Tony Campolo for those of you who didn't click the link (but I'm going to make you work for the actual title).

Anyway, I opened the book up to the chapter on sin, and I stumbled across something that really struck me, especially in such a time as this. (In case you haven't heard, things are a little tense here at the ORU) Here's how it goes: (this is, btw, from Tony Campolo's response to the chapter by Brian McClaren)

A decade or so ago, when television evangelists right and left seemed to be falling by the wayside, I spoke at a denominational meeting of mainline pastors. Before I was on, the master of ceremonies said something like this to the audience: "We must distance ourselves from the likes of Jim Bakker. Men like this have disgraced the church, and we must make it clear to our people that we are not like that."

His words infuriated me, which explains why I started with words to this effect: "The difference between Jim Bakker and the rest of us is that they haven't found out about the rest of us yet. This is no time to distance ourselves from Jim Bakker, but to acknowledge that what was in him is in us all. The line that separates good from evil does not separate one group of people from another, but runs right down the middle of each of us. Each of us has a dark side--and if the truth were known, each of us would have to run away and hide."

I often find that the times when I am most outspoken about the evils of society or culture or the Church or whoever else are also the times when I am faced with the strongest evidence of my own dark side. I don't know if seeing the specks in other people's eyes just sets me up for walking into a log, or if it's the other way around; I expect that it's the second. It sounds much more like me to run away from my own failures by reminding everyone of someone else's.

Either way, I guess this is where I'm at.

Always striving.

an avant-ish page from my notebook

Today was cloudy.
It was sunny once. Lunch. Fun.
But then it was cloudy. I don't
remember when or how. But it was
cloudy.
It was cloudy when I went to
dinner. I brought a hoodie to be safe
in my backpack when I grabbed
my iPod.
There's a feather next to me blowing
all about in the wind. It hasn't left
yet but it's so small and the breeze
is strong
I listened to Jay Bakker during
my walk and my meal. The hash
browns were very good.
The message was about God having
forgotten our sin. It's on iTunes.
I started walking toward the water.
Jay made some jokes about Brad Pitt,
Ty Pennington and Brennan Manning. I
laughed out loud.
He ran out of words at Grand & Main.
I tried to listen the songs I
put on my iPod today. They didn't
work until I hit Evolution.
The Cinematic Orchestra makes my
life seem like art.
It sounded like it was skipping or something.
THE STARS
LIGHT UP MY LIFE
And I thought of Jay Bakker and Phil2 and
DC Talk and shining like stars.
EVERLASTING
THE SUN (SON?)
LIGHT UP (OF?) MY LIFE
I was struck.
WHAT I MEAN
THE SON
IN DAWN (?)
YOUR LOVE
YOUR LIFE
SO BRIGHT
EVERLASTING
I hit the crest of the hill. I saw
the water. The clouds broke.
EVOLUTION
A change.

'Heard: The Week in Quotes (vol 6)

We pursue God because, and only because, He has first put an urge within us that spurs us to the pursuit.

-- A.W. Tozer

Everything will turn out the way you want, if you stop doubting that I love you.

-- Stephanie, The Science of Sleep

The [biblical] text is not only full of fractures, tensions, and contradictions but informs us that fractures, tensions, and contradictions are all we can hope for.

-- Peter Rollins

I think we get caught in this idea of pleasing God rather than trusting God. And I think once you learn to trust God, it's a lot easier to please God.

-- Jay Bakker