Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Sorrow and the Sea's Song

I had the unique pleasure of spending a week by the seaside a few months back. After doing a bit of walking to and fro on various sandy shores, my thoughts began to become somewhat melancholy in nature. None more so then after spending the afternoon on a small island off of the coast. I don't know if the locale caused it, or if it's something deep within our created being, but outside of awe, the other overriding emotion I experienced when surrounded by the sea was sorrow.   

One thing that has always intrigued me about the literary giants, like Tolkien and Lewis, was their fascination with the sea and songs about the sea. For example, in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by Lewis, it was in essence the song of the sea that drove the hounourable mouse Reepicheep to hunt for his home, Aslan's country. Yes, his journey into that country was joyful, but it was also tinged with sorrow. How about Tolkien's Middle-Earth? Where the song of the sea called the Elves home, and once they heard that call, their hearts yearned constantly for those shores. 

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Caution, Unicorn X-ing

I remember driving through North Carolina one Autumn on a cross-country trip and seeing a sign that sent chills down my spine. The sign, at a passing glance, was a warning for something that looked like a Unicorn! No way, Unicorns in America?

For the next ten miles or so, I kept my eyes peeled, eagerly awaiting a sight that would boggle my mind. (Look out Bigfoot, Unicorns had come to the US of A.) Then I saw it... No, it wasn't a Unicorn. Just another road sign. Boring, right? The image looked a little less like a monster and a little more like... Zoom. But, as soon as I saw it, it was gone. My eyes couldn't decipher the rest at 65MPH. What? Give me some slack, I'm don't have 20/20 vision.

Another thirty miles. Nothing. Just trees. Lots of trees. And then the sign. My head swiveled and eyes fixed on the sign in eager anticipation of discovery and possible horror. It was the same sign alright,  but the picture was completely different from what I'd seen at first glance. It was nothing more than a  sign for a Horse crossing zone. Yes, it was a major disappointment. Well, to me at least!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Under Construction: 2/10/15

Hey, folks. Sorry about the lack of a full article this evening.

I've been working on a slew of projects this week, including the finishing touches and maintenance to round out this blog behind the scenes. That means my article writing time has been scarce, and this week's intended post still has "WIP" (Work In Progress) stamped all over it. For consolation, though, I will have a Playlist post out this Friday. And, I also intend to publish another full article on the following Thursday, just be warned that it may be a bit long thanks to it's extra-long rumination in my musings. But, be prepared for Unicorns!

Once again, my apologies. May you all have a blessed week!

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Thursday, February 5, 2015

The Orthopraxy of Chewing Gum

Author's note: While this blog as a whole isn't purely dedicated to theological posts, articles, or treatises in nature; there will be times when a certain issue is lying on my heart that will cause me to write more theological posts at one time over another. This is one such post.

Kids. Funny aren't they? Always trying to figure out ways to reinvent the wheel. Ah, the imagination and sometimes cunning in ones so young is impressive. One time, I heard a little boy ask his mother if he could skip brushing his teeth before bed that night. His mother's terse and instantaneous response of "no" made me, the observer, think "Case closed;" within 20 seconds, a befuddled look crept onto the boy's face, he said, "But, mom, I already chewed gum after eating dinner. That means I don't have to brush my teeth, doesn't it?" Much to the boy's chagrin, his mother corrected his faulty thinking and had him march to the bathroom to brush said teeth. I walked away chuckling to myself about the situation. To be honest, I've chuckled about it for months. It stopped last month, though, when the issue came full circle and I stood before God claiming my own "chew diligence."

I want to point out that the nightly habit of brushing our teeth, has a striking parallel with our Spiritual walk.