Well, due to a last mintue unusual circumstance of helping a friend of my wifes out (Hello Katie – if you read this) I’ve aquired a disease.

No not like THAT!

I’m slowly, but ever so surely, heading back into the twisted obsessive and yet incredible  and amazing world of theater.

Off to be an actor again (although I always have considered myself one even when I wasn’t).

And I’m still editing my novel.

If I’d only play less playstation, I’d really get shit done!

Wilderness by Stuart Garrard of Delirious

We’re so nervous for your glory
Please guide our steps
We tread in awe and wonder
We can feel your holiness
We’re letting go of what’s gone before
And look to what’s ahead
But we don’t go out in haste O Lord
We want to be your friends

Lord lead us through the wilderness
We trust that you’ll provide
Be our cloud by day and our fire by night
And when we reach the other side
We’ll look back and all we’ll see
Is your goodness

It really feels so different now
The air is clear, our hearts are right
Come and walk among us now
So we can breathe the breath of life
We know the truth and it has set us free
We hear your voice and recognise your words
And in your book we read of how it can be
So we’ll tell others how you paid the price

I am a woven piece of cloth

I am connected with other cloth

But I am fucked

FUCKED

I’ve been torn away

I am frayed

And I fear

I fear that I will continue to fray until there is nothing left

Working from the outward to the innermost part of my soul

But I can fake it

I pretend I am woven tight

But look close

Look close at me

Look into my soul

And you’ll see it

You’ll see the frayed edges

Slowly

Ever so slowly giving away

Strands of thread that had been sealed tight, at home

Now homeless

I am being torn apart and I don’t know when it will stop

Can Jesus stop it and weave me new now?

or…

OR…

(I wait)

OR!

Am I too stubborn

Or is it some cosmic plan for him defray me?

COMPLETELY

From a woven cloth to a jumbled knotted mess of string

Unrepairable

Unable to untangle

Where God can weave me anew

New thread

New purpose

New life

Is there too much of my past that is so tangled I cannot be repaired

That I cannot be healed….

ONLY RESSURECTED

Where death is my only option?

I fear

I am afraid

I am alone

Look into my fuckin’ soul and see the frays

Then pray for me

Pray I don’t stay unraveled

I STILL BELIEVE

I’m driving to work this morning and listening to the news and the story that was being covered was about a shootout in LoDo (Downtown Denver-kind of a outdoor mall, bar, club district) last night after the bars closed at 2am.  Apparently cops were exhanging bullets with some others who felt generious enough to give the police shotgun pellets.

It’s a tragic story and one of the questions the radio station had asked – kind of their morning poll – was asking if people were still going to spend time in LoDo or would they stay away now, feeling its unsafe.

One person responded via text message:

“I don’t go to LoDo because being a Christian I have no business being down there that time of night in the first place.”  (Or it was something equally moronic so forgive me if I don’t have the order of words right)

Okay, dude, seriously, even the hard core fundies would go their and pass out tracts at least trying to make Jesus known.  Are you just held up in your basement waiting for Jesus to return?  Good thing you stay away from those drunks and fornicators…cause you wouldn’t want to accidently touch one of the heathen.  After all, God’s word says to COME OUT and be separate.

So you just stay in your house, go to church, do your little mens groups (or womens group – but men are usually the ones that say stupid things like that – so fogive me for stereotyping), say your prayers, listen to your Christian music, and watch “Touched by an Angel”, but don’t…please don’t… give someone the opportunity to read your views over the radio because you’ll give Christians who are trying to advance the Kingdom a bad name.

Thank you.

Or baptize your SUV for Jesus…

Well in an attempt to please everyone; and my nature is to please everyone or piss everyone off, I’m writing on the environment and being missional because there’s two synchroblogs going on.

Now, this is not as much of a stretch as some might think.

There’s this argument going around by people who are concerned that by ‘going green’ would keep people in poverty and therefore we should be careful about listening to the fear rhetoric that is been dished out by environmentalists and their demi-god, Al Gore.

Actually, this is, to put it simply, as stupid argument and I haven’t heard much response to it.

The truth is, ‘going green’ is more than an environmental issue, it’s a social justice issue.  A social justice issue then becomes a missional opportunity as well.

Let’s take this generic yet all to common example:

A man from an indigenous tribe in the rain forest looses his village do to logging and ranching.  This man then has to work in a factory to make a living; working for slave wages as the ‘civilized ones’ try and bring this man out from the dark ages in which he lives.

This man not only looses his lifestyle, his home, and his culture, he also looses his dignity.  What kind of God would bring him to that?  Making a better quality of life by helping warring tribes become peaceful or advancing their medical facilities and education is one thing, but giving people no other choice but to loose everything is not the advancement of civilization.

If we look at the larger picture, let’s observe the tribe in Alaska that is loosing their town because of climate change, or the droughts in Africa with vanishing water supplies that leave only war and poverty.

It doesn’t take a prophet to realize that if we do nothing about curbing the rapid climate change problem, it will cause further human suffering; and that is a real humanitarian problem.  Let’s take the missional approach and eradicate poverty now by going green, and not wait.

If we don’t do anything, we won’t have a missional opportunity but a humanitarian catastrophe.

And if you don’t believe in climate change, then don’t do it for the polar bears, do it for the humanity.

To make that point all too clear, I vote for bashing SUV’s for Jesus.  ;-)

Other synchroblogs – not all of them are up yet.

Is it All About the Green? by Phil Wyman
Rediscovering Humanity’s Primal Commission by Adam Gonnerman
Turn or Burn? A New Liberal Hell? by Cobus van Wyngaard
Little Green Man by Sonja Andrews 
Saints and Animals by Steve Hayes

When Christians Weasel… by the evening of Kent

Which is why you haven’t heard from me for a long time.

Here’s an excerpt that sure to confuse and tantalize you.  :-)

“Hydra to Janus, do you copy?”  The voice on the other end this time was female.  Teagan turned on the screen.  It was a young woman, who had some middle-eastern features.  He thought she might have been Nimet, the xenobiologist.  He wondered why their communications officer – he couldn’t remember off hand who that was even though he was just reading the history file again yesterday, or even Carlos hadn’t called.  He got a slight sink in his stomach and his senses became more acute.  Something wasn’t quite right.

“Yes we copy Hydra.  This is Janus.  I’m Captain Teagan.  Welcome to the end of the 22nd century.  How was your sleep?”  He wondered if she looked as beautiful in person.

“Well, it’s nice to know we made it this far.  Although you must admit this is a surprise.  Carlos tells me you have not set foot on Salacia yet?”

“That’s correct.  You were the first out, took the most dangerous route, and had the longest journey.  You’re all part legend,  and part hero in our time.  We figured you should get your names in the history books for not just being the first ones to leave, but land as well.  Wouldn’t seem right otherwise.”

“Well we appreciate that.  Of course Janus comes out looking a bit like a hero too.  But I’m willing to share.  I’m not here for history.  I’m here for the future.”

“Amen to that.”  Then Teagan followed up on his hunch about why Nimet was on the comm.  “Is that a consensus on Hydra?”  

There was a slight pause as Nimet searched for the right words.  She became a xenobiologist to avoid uncomfortable situations with people, but her gift was so apparent and her intuition was so amazing that she was thrust into the spot-light anyway and learned how to deal with the messiness of humanity.  It didn’t help that many considered her amazingly beautiful.  She didn’t like it but she learned to play diplomat with the politics of science and at the same time turn down the advances of men (and some women) while trying not to hurt her career.  Even after centuries of technology and education, some things never changed.  But this human interaction stuff still reminded her of cleaning out the cat’s box when she was a child because her parents refused to get the auto-clean kind.  Admittedly she preferred cat waste to conversation, which was probably a good indication that alien biology was in her future.

“Tentatively so, yes…but there are some who left because they wanted nothing to do with earth anymore, and here you are, inviting us to go back?  And worse, for earth to come here!  Frankly, I do understand their reservations.”

“I understand their reservations as well Nimet.”  Teagan was a natural diplomat.  “I can assure you at least, that there are not bus loads of people from your future earth knocking on the door to come here.  The technology is still risky, and the expense is massive.  Right now, my crew is the only one allowed to enter and leave the Salacian system – along with any of you, if you are willing.  Hydra and Janus are the only two human carrying ships capable of interstellar travel and it’s going to stay that way for a while.  And right now, were not leaving either, and for good reason.  There’s something on the planets surface you need to know about – especially you.  When we rendezvous I can share the details.”  Suddenly, Nimet being on the com worked in his favor.  She of all people would want to study Xue’s findings; especially with technology fifty years ahead of her time.

“We’ll you’ve peaked my curiosity.  We’re docking with you at t-minus 5 hours.  Let’s meet at t+2.  Hydra out.”  Nimet appreciated the olive branch and the reassurance although Teagan would have to do more of that if this whole complicated matter of Janus even being here was to go smoothly.  Her honest feelings on the matter were quite conflicted but she surmised that having Janus was much better than not having her purely for scientific and exploration reasons.  Right now, that’s all she cared about.

“See you soon.  Janus out.” Teagan turned the com off.

“Well that sounded okay.”  Brent said.  But he was more intuitive than Teagan and his voice wasn’t too convincing.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.  Okay, let’s get everyone together for debrief in the dining hall.  We can eat there before we get prepped to do the oddest thing in the history of humanity.”

“Do you mean coming face to face with legends of the past or possibly finding extinct sentient life on the surface?”

“Yes.”  And with that Teagan pushed his arms off and floated toward the exit.  He wasn’t that hungry but he figured no one would eat a real meal again until they were on Hydra…if the Hydra crew even decided to keep custom and share a meal together – one space traveler to another.  He figured the odds at the moment were fifty-fifty.

I’m not a Bush hater.  I voted for him.

But it’s time for all of them to go away. 

Yes, it’s partly because I want my children to enjoy whales.

Yea