This is adieu

Well for all of those who actually care to read my mindless ramblings I am here to announce my epic departure to a land with greener grass and fresher water... Tumblr!
Now furthermore, to all of those who would wish to keep reading my mindless ramblings the webdress is http://ramblingsofafool.tumblr.com/ so I hope to see you soon and fast!

Nature's Highway; A Road less Traveled

The fire is warm
and welcoming; as if
every crackling spark
is bringing us closer
together.

Fireflies dance overhead
like a tiny million
fireworks applauding
our simple act.

The stars that blanket
above us, sway to the
song of the night sky.

Our boots, lying next
to our bare-feet,
caked with mud tell
stories of past
adventures.

The open tent door
is an invitation,
asking us to take the
rest it offers, but not
telling us to hurry.

The fishing poles speak
of battles; some won,
others we lost.

While the night wanes
to an end we are
reminded of our
memories of trips past,
and the longing for more
to come. And as the once
populated field
disappears in the rear
view mirror we know
our task: Not to wait
too long before we
enter into nature
once more.

“Keep close to Nature's heart...and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” - John Muir

By The Way; The Song

Verse 1:
It's like I'm drowning out here in the open sea
I wonder how you feel when you're with me
I'm thinking I'll never make my way back to shore
Or maybe we'll sail these waters forevermore

Chorus:
By the way I just wanted to say
Hey hey I wanna spend every day
Just this way just you and me

Verse 2:
When I'm with you I feel lost in the blue skies
Do you feel the same when you look in my eyes
I am as light as a kite with nowhere to go
Your face as bright as the sun when it starts to glow.

Chorus: (2x)

Rationality, or Lack Thereof

"I don't think there is an example. My belief in Jesus did not seem rational or scientific, and yet there was nothing I could do to separate myself from this belief." - Donal Miller, in Blue Like Jazz.

I the book Blue like Jazz, Donal Miller takes Christian theology, spirituality, faith, which ever word works best for you, and simplifies it down to 20 topics a fifth grader could understand. In chapter 5, entitled Penguin Sex, he talks about the rationality, or lack thereof, of Christianity. Penguins are mentioned because when they mate the female lays the egg, gives it to the male, and then up and leaves, just like that. And for about a month or so the males just sit around, sit on the egg, and wait for it to hatch. When that month comes to an end the females, by some unknown feeling, head back to their husbands (if you can call them husbands.) They always make it back the day their egg hatches, not one day too late.

We, as Christians, have an unknown feeling not to much different from that of a penguin. Except ours tells us to follow Jesus, we have no rational reason behind it. "I don't think you can explain Christian faith either. It's a mystery. It can't be explained, and yet it is beautiful and true. It's something you feel, it comes from the soul."

Thoughts From a Hammock; Part 2

Here I am again... I guess it's to be expected, where else can I go? The sky is blanketed in rain clouds, covering as far as I can see. And yes, it is a bit cliche, but where is the silver lining? No, I'm not completely in a bad place in my life, but I'm kind of feeling out here on my own. Just as the rain starts trickling down, I realize, it's going to turn up eventually; that I know, because God's always here with me, helping me through every waking second of this mess I call a life. The rain picks up, even more, to the point of pouring. I start thinking, why am I complaining? My life is blessed in every way. I put my trust and faith in my Lord to carry me when I can't walk and to push me when I can't continue. But for now, I think I'll just enjoy the rain and the presence of my Father and Friend: Jesus Christ.

Thoughts From a Hammock; Part 1

5 minutes in and I'm already thinking. Overhead flies a bird, chirping as it perches on a branch. I wonder if it knows. Knows how envious of it I am; envious to be free, not constrained by time or worries or the cares of life. Feeling nothing but the wind beneath it's wings and the steady rays of sun giving heat and light to this beautiful May Sunday. What has it done to worry about it's day; Nothing. Why then can't I let my life loose and give it to God to help me deal with. Clouds float on by, above me. I start wishing, wishing to be up there; among the clouds and living life by a whims, like they do. Knowing no sense of purpose or fear, only going where the breeze pushes them to. Having no figure to conform to, shapeless celestial bodies taunting me, reminding me that in 30 minutes life will be calling my name. Drowning me with its "schedules" and "agendas". I know this sense of simplicity will leave me soon. Soon flooding my thoughts with anxieties of the future and regrets from the past. But for now its me, my hammock, and the peaceful world God has given me today. These are my thoughts from a hammock.

These Hands

These Hands, bruised, cut, and dirty from work.
These Hands, worn, tired, and tender from life.
These Hands, tough and calloused like his Father's.
These Hands embrace and love like his Mother's.
These Hands, have no ring adorned fingers.
These Hands rejected by their own
These Hands beckon the little ones to draw near.
These Hands calm the hearts of men.
These Hands bring healing from a touch.
These Hands still the raging seas.
These Hands are bound and led away.
These Hands suffer though they are pure.
These Hands, weak and wounded from carrying the weight.
These Hands are pierced by me.
These Hands are pierced because of me.
These Hands are pierced... for me.
But These Hands are not finished yet.
These Hands have removed the stone.
These Hands left the tomb.
These Hands have beaten death itself.
Finally, These Hands will come again!