I met Rodney a couple of years ago when we began a learning journey that impacted us in both similar and dissimilar ways. I recently received an e-mail from Rodney that he moved from The DFW area to Edmond and is working with students through Young Life. It will be good to reconnect with a new friend. Welcome to the Sooner State Rodney.
Archives for August 2004
Paul over at “Caught in the Middle”, has an intriguing post about Baptist Priests. Take a look.
Relating someone else’s story may rob the impact of the story and simply trivialize the experience. We tend to hear stories, analyze them and make suggestions as to what we would do to make it better. Such attempts leave the pained to wrestle with her or his pain. Unwittingly we compound the circumstance when we apply conventional wisdom and not spiritual realities – sometimes pain does not go away.
An excerpt worth reading, (maybe you would dare to read the book)
“the deeper the vulnerability, the deeper the fear. the more i let people into my little world, the more i am exposed, the more danger lurks behind every face. as hidden parts reveal, as the silence finds a voice, there are suddenly immense and incalculable repercussions, consequences beyond even my own understanding.
my whole life has been a quest for love.
my longing is insatiable. i have given up on myself to feel love before, to pretend to feel it. i have sold my integrity for the fleeting illusion. i have prayed the sinner’s prayer, declared the four spiritual laws, asked jesus into my heart with fierce desperation. love me, love me, love me, let me know.
there is a bottomless chasm in me where love falls in and disappears. if is given to me, pure and without agenda, i disbelieve it. i talk it away, i cut it out of me, i make a thousand excuses for why i am unlovable, why they really didn;t mean it. if is is a gimmick, given in order to get, it is like my father. it feels familiar, but it doesn’t fill me up, it doesn’t feel like love, like what i want, like what i really need.
there is nothing in me for loe to latch on to.
there is no place for me to hold it – it falls through my fingers, it slips through my soul, it passes through me. i am ashamed. i feel guilty for my disbelief, for my fear, for my thirty thousand doubts, the lingering questions. inside me is my father’s never-ending mantra: you will never be LOVED. you will NEVER be love. YOU will never be loved.” (Stumbling Toward Faith,p.113)
A fellow blogger posted the following quore on is weblog.
“There is an African saying, ‘If you want to go fast go alone, if you want to go far, go together.'”
Thanks to Shok the German.
The weatherman suggested August 2004 may go down in the record books as the 5th coolest August since they began recording temperatures. We, Patty and me, are sitting in the backyard with our bare feet running through the fresh cut lawn. Spurgeon is also soaking up the cool evening. We are doing some reading. I am obviously doing some blogging. The locusts sing thier patented evening song. The sun moves as if to catch the horizon, which it will surely overtake. The neighbor’s children play in their backyard and the sound of them at play is more of a choir than a solo. The breeze is refreshing.
Thank you God for a peaceful evening to enjoy your creation, the company of my best friend and the sounds of your good world.