POST-CHRISTMAS INSULIN SHOCK
O.K., I think I made it. The past few weeks were kind of a blur. I seem to recall something about Christmas cookies, pie, and hot cider...that's about it. Now that my blood sugar has returned to a balmy 604 (just kidding). And no Tim, you don't have to start referring to me as "Mr. Anderson" - not sure what's up with the related search thing.
Anyway, now I'm back, from outer space... ah forget it, it loses something in the typing anyway. Well, the Christmas season now over, I look back with a disappointed "hmmph". Good times, good food, good gifts (nifty thermal coffee mug in a golf bag insulated carrier...sweet), but not much in the way of nostalgia or sentiment. It seems you really never can go back home.
Mel has been sick, real sick. Surgery sick. All right before CHristmas. She's ok now, but still trying to nail down a diagnosis. Stomach issues. That's all we know. We'll get there, we just need your prayers.
We're still nowhere. Mel and her fellow singing buddies like the Nashville area....cool place, who knows. Life marches on, much the same as it has this past year. We get by, we perpetuate the program with small successes here and there for the kingdom, all seeming to be geared at keeping the committed committed. Frustration, feeling useless, all standard operating procedure; resonating with things I read in great blogs, but feeling unsure of the direction to take in thwarting these feelings. There I stood, there I stand- dancing on the line between frustration and realization. God, please direct my path...order my steps.
12.31.2003
12.13.2003
HE LIVES!!!
Yes, I have survived another Christmas production, much to my amazement, as I had occasion at several points to use the paper cutter to sever my own head. But here I am, only slightly the worse for wear, and ready to spend some time detoxing from my choir directing past few months.
This weekend it's just Anna and I; Mel and Aletha are visiting friends in Nashville (Brandon and Jeremy to KCC-ers), attempting to cut one of their songs in the studio where said friends have been doing their work. Anna and I have been watching a lot of Nemo, playing with dolls and stuff, and taking naps. All the good stuff. Over all, a very good Saturday.
Yes, I have survived another Christmas production, much to my amazement, as I had occasion at several points to use the paper cutter to sever my own head. But here I am, only slightly the worse for wear, and ready to spend some time detoxing from my choir directing past few months.
This weekend it's just Anna and I; Mel and Aletha are visiting friends in Nashville (Brandon and Jeremy to KCC-ers), attempting to cut one of their songs in the studio where said friends have been doing their work. Anna and I have been watching a lot of Nemo, playing with dolls and stuff, and taking naps. All the good stuff. Over all, a very good Saturday.
10.31.2003
And a good day to you sir...
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Kind of makes me want to not be inside right now. Anyway, I had a great phone conversation with Tim (see: link) last night, talking all about the obstacles to authentic community as members of the church, and about the viability of a life lived not as a paid McChurch staff member, but as a life-committed volunteer to the cause of being real, loving, and effective in communicating Christ to individuals. He's out there doing it (In Atlanta), I just like to talk about it, apparently. One of my reservations comes in the form of not knowing where to go or how to begin. Wait on God, my brain and assorted others say. O.k. In the meantime, however, I can't help but feel that one of the most important aspects of authentic community, or "being the church we were meant to be", is the idea that I start with those who are "supposed to be", but are not, closest to me...my family. I find it strange that the cycle of ministry is to move away to college, get a degree, and NEVER SET FOOT IN YOUR HOMETOWN AGAIN. Seems strange, doesn't it. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about lately, and I am hoping for some God-inspired confirmation. We'll see....
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Kind of makes me want to not be inside right now. Anyway, I had a great phone conversation with Tim (see: link) last night, talking all about the obstacles to authentic community as members of the church, and about the viability of a life lived not as a paid McChurch staff member, but as a life-committed volunteer to the cause of being real, loving, and effective in communicating Christ to individuals. He's out there doing it (In Atlanta), I just like to talk about it, apparently. One of my reservations comes in the form of not knowing where to go or how to begin. Wait on God, my brain and assorted others say. O.k. In the meantime, however, I can't help but feel that one of the most important aspects of authentic community, or "being the church we were meant to be", is the idea that I start with those who are "supposed to be", but are not, closest to me...my family. I find it strange that the cycle of ministry is to move away to college, get a degree, and NEVER SET FOOT IN YOUR HOMETOWN AGAIN. Seems strange, doesn't it. Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about lately, and I am hoping for some God-inspired confirmation. We'll see....
10.29.2003
10.23.2003
Peer Pressure
My friend, Justin Golden, asked me today what my blog address was, which reminded me that, as with so many other tasks and relationships in my life, I had let this fall by the wayside, whatever that expression happens to be derived from. So, anyhoo, this is me, back in charge again. Life has been a numbing series of task-completion days over the past several weeks, which partially explains the lack of blog. But, hopefully this post is full of bloggy goodness. TO answer the question of the aforementioned friend, I am not sure where I am. I find myself striving to succeed in a job I don't, at times, agree with or understand. Is that the desire for approval and success, or is it the fear of stepping out on faith. SO far, no big voice-of-God moments, just a yearning for more time to contemplate, and more opportunity to live the life I choose, rather than the life I find myself in. It's not really as morbidly depressing as it may sound, but it has that potential from time to time, as I think and dwell on it. That's the shorter answer. More to come.
My friend, Justin Golden, asked me today what my blog address was, which reminded me that, as with so many other tasks and relationships in my life, I had let this fall by the wayside, whatever that expression happens to be derived from. So, anyhoo, this is me, back in charge again. Life has been a numbing series of task-completion days over the past several weeks, which partially explains the lack of blog. But, hopefully this post is full of bloggy goodness. TO answer the question of the aforementioned friend, I am not sure where I am. I find myself striving to succeed in a job I don't, at times, agree with or understand. Is that the desire for approval and success, or is it the fear of stepping out on faith. SO far, no big voice-of-God moments, just a yearning for more time to contemplate, and more opportunity to live the life I choose, rather than the life I find myself in. It's not really as morbidly depressing as it may sound, but it has that potential from time to time, as I think and dwell on it. That's the shorter answer. More to come.
9.27.2003
Home Again, Home Again
Just got back from Dayton, visiting the fam for Grandma's B-day. Very exciting. It's good to see family, even for a little while. It's always weird, but always comforting. It makes me think about the impact I am not able to make in their lives, being that I'm 120 miles away. Not a huge trip, but hard to do regularly. It would be nice to be able to include my family in ministry.....
Just got back from Dayton, visiting the fam for Grandma's B-day. Very exciting. It's good to see family, even for a little while. It's always weird, but always comforting. It makes me think about the impact I am not able to make in their lives, being that I'm 120 miles away. Not a huge trip, but hard to do regularly. It would be nice to be able to include my family in ministry.....
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