So This is the New Year, and I Have No Resolutions
Before I begin, from now on I’ll be contributing to Fractured Saints every other week, instead of every week like I have been. So I won’t update next week, but I will the week after that. I don’t really believe in “New Year’s resolutions.” It’s always some lofty goal that we never meet. For example, a few years ago when I woke up and suddenly realized I was fat, I resolved to lose weight. For the first month I did well; I counted by points like a good Weight Watcher. By April, however, I ditched the point counting and went on a major buffet binge. That’s not to say that I don’t believe in making goals. I just don’t limit my goals to 12-month periods. Too restricting. My goals include: -Lose weight...
Merry Christmas!
Lights please . . .
Why I Don't Get Mad When I Hear "Happy Holidays"
I think there’s something wrong with me. Christmas is a week away, and yet I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to. Don’t get me wrong, I am preparing my heart for celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, but something’s missing. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I just can’t get angry whenever I hear phrase “Happy Holidays.” Believe me, I tried. I really did. I spent hours watching Bill O’Reilly and Sean Hannity, and listening to James Dobson’s “Focus on the Family,” but it just didn’t work. In fact, whenever some one wishes me a happy holiday, I automatically smile and say, “Same to you.” Yeah, I know! Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I don’t care about keeping Christ in Christmas. Far from it! I...
The Slave's Eyes
Here I am. As bond-servant to the men known as the Wise Ones I have travelled far and wide and seen many strange things. I have seen a mountain spew fire from its belly; I have seen the spirits dance in the northern sky; I have felt the Earth growl with hunger and shake with rage. But of all of these things nothing compares in any way with the awe I feel now. I stand here in this humble house. There is a young man who looks at me and my masters apprehensively. Seated is a young woman who seems to be in as much awe as anyone here. But it is not the young couple, not my masters dressed in scarlet and gold, not even the gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh that is the reason for the excitement here today. It is the small child on the lap of the woman. He is...
Speaking to the Darkness
I find that writing a blog is really interesting. Your speaking to an unknown crowd. Kind of like a musician at a concert, your saying things to the darkness not really knowing who is taking in your works or if any one is at all. Sure you have invited a couple of friends and you have your groupies who tend to always show up for every showing but I always wonder how the darkness effects my words. Do I tend to water or dumb things down that I feel will offend and I don’t want to argue about? Do I instigate more harshly when I am looking for a confrontation, throwing in words that demand a reaction or evoke emotion?