Monday, June 28, 2004
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
CAMPING EXTRAVAGANZA
One night, under to many stars to count. More stars than everyday of my life and your life till now and forth on. The massive amount of stars giving testimony of a living God and his un-comprehendible size and power.
One night He had appointed for all of us to come together, basking in His creation, not only for our pleasure but His as well. One tool He used to bring all of us together. One common thread that all fourteen of us share within our separate lives. A common thread that we all hold dear and close, our friend Willie Zschau.
(see pics in my photo album)
One night, under to many stars to count. More stars than everyday of my life and your life till now and forth on. The massive amount of stars giving testimony of a living God and his un-comprehendible size and power.
One night He had appointed for all of us to come together, basking in His creation, not only for our pleasure but His as well. One tool He used to bring all of us together. One common thread that all fourteen of us share within our separate lives. A common thread that we all hold dear and close, our friend Willie Zschau.
(see pics in my photo album)
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Here is my review on Jack Kerouac's book Dharma Bums.
I found the beginning of the book very intriguing. There was a sense of freedom and adventure, as Kerouac recounted his days of hopping on freight trains, sleeping on beaches and spending time with his friends in San Francisco. However, I began to lose interest in the middle of the book, when he spent the winter months back east at his mother's house. Kerouac shares an epiphany or an enlightening moment in his book which he ends up preaching a lot about. He comes to the conclusion that everything is empty. I disagree with his thought here. If he were talking about possessions like money, cars, wealth, toys, ect, I would agree, but he is not. He sees everything as empty, including nature, life and himself. My thought is if God is omni-present, how could anything He has made be empty? If God touches all things and is everywhere and a piece of God is within everything, it would be far from empty.
On another thought, Kerouac seems to be on to something, but I am not sure if he knew it or not. In his quest of Dharma or Truth, he seems to understand that truth is everywhere. Some places have more than others, but nonetheless, truth is everywhere. Though he was a practicing Buddhism of the sort, he also found truth in Christian Evangelical preaching and Evangelism as well as the Bible. As Russ said on Sunday, all truth is God’s truth. Kerouac either understood this or at least was close to this concept.
I found the beginning of the book very intriguing. There was a sense of freedom and adventure, as Kerouac recounted his days of hopping on freight trains, sleeping on beaches and spending time with his friends in San Francisco. However, I began to lose interest in the middle of the book, when he spent the winter months back east at his mother's house. Kerouac shares an epiphany or an enlightening moment in his book which he ends up preaching a lot about. He comes to the conclusion that everything is empty. I disagree with his thought here. If he were talking about possessions like money, cars, wealth, toys, ect, I would agree, but he is not. He sees everything as empty, including nature, life and himself. My thought is if God is omni-present, how could anything He has made be empty? If God touches all things and is everywhere and a piece of God is within everything, it would be far from empty.
On another thought, Kerouac seems to be on to something, but I am not sure if he knew it or not. In his quest of Dharma or Truth, he seems to understand that truth is everywhere. Some places have more than others, but nonetheless, truth is everywhere. Though he was a practicing Buddhism of the sort, he also found truth in Christian Evangelical preaching and Evangelism as well as the Bible. As Russ said on Sunday, all truth is God’s truth. Kerouac either understood this or at least was close to this concept.
Monday, June 07, 2004
So, Saturday I was at friends wedding, well actually, I was in it. It has been a couple of years since I last wore a tux and I have to say, I was feeling pretty damn sexy. Anyhow, as the night went on these two girls approached the groom and I. One introduced herself to me as the groom’s cousin, the other as a friend. They seemed to be pass-aggressively flirting with me but who could blame them; I was pretty sexed up and all. So, after speaking with them for a minute or so, and talking about the college they attended my good friend Scott felt the need to save me from these two girls, as if I could not handle my own. Scott interrupted our conversation with “Mike, your wife called, she needs you to pick up diapers on your way home.” After that bomb was dropped there was an awkward silence where the only thing that could be heard was the sound of cricks. It was nice to know for a short moment that I still have it, even with a shaved head.
