Smeagol is Free!
A hermitudinal view of...stuff...


Care Group, Care!

As sad as this is, the Sipester has left the 'Ville. She was one of us, one of the misfits, one of the weirdos that fit in well with the other wacky folks. We'll miss you, Lisa!

That title, by the way, is a Care Bears reference for those of you who've never known what it was to actually turn the dial on a television set.

posted by Bolo | 11:08 PM
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Thoughts: IBC

Perhaps the only one not scarred today by the mental image of a shirtless Ryan Szrama walking the streets of the Shelby Park neighborhood was...well...Ryan Szrama. Is Andy McClurg's swoop switch an external sign of salvation? So what if Juan has a slight problem remembering that we meet in care groups, not small groups, nor community groups? Just so long as he doesn't start referring to Sunday morning services as Immanuel Gathered, I think we can forgive him. The fact that Nathan will be back to lead us on the 13th of April makes me wish I'd be leaving home a couple of days early. Get it straight, Stephanie Keith: Luke Fullerton is not wearing a man purse! We discovered last summer that we have a punk-rock pastor, but who knew that we also have a rocket star pastor? Speaking of the 13th of April, would it be considered irreverent to intentionally catch a young Miss Fullerton on video once more, especially if Nathan leads the congregation in Lion of Judah? I think that it's appropriate to feel torn between the desire to be at home and the desire to be with my congregation here.

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Seeing the Sabbath

As of late, I've had a few conversations about what God's Word says concerning the Lord's Day. I've never been known as a Sabbatarian, yet in some ways, one might say that I'm one who does practice Sabbatarianism. The point of this? When considering all of this, I'm driven to seek anew what God says about honoring Him, rather than what I've always thought, or even more, what I'm inclined to want to see in His Word. I may have a preference not to work on the Lord's Day, but do I have a conviction concerning it? And if I do or do not, why?

Whatever your views on observing the sabbath may be, I pray you enjoy the Lord's Day in deep, joyful worship of Him.

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Mmm...Sidamo in the morning mug...quite delicious :)

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Ginger is the only Greek nerd I know that would have "making out with my husband" listed in the activities section of her Facebook profile. I still contend that listening to Ben Sollee provides perfect roasting music. No doubt Mr. Ruszkiewicz would agree: the Rover was outstanding. I guess it's kind of bad that I forgot Leonard's birthday, but it's probably worse that I only remembered three days later. Only one week, boys! When Tom describes a Kenya as a "fruit bomb," the only option is to go in for five pounds on the first crack. By the way, my blog has now been up and running for five years. There's definitely several degrees of humor involved in Pablo's need to actually introduce me. The glorious bonus of being able to work out again is that Ned is now incredibly happy. It really is only a week away, isn't it? Ok, if my brother is now 35, is that supposed to make me feel weird? 'Cause it kinda does.

posted by Bolo | 11:54 PM
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Wedding Bells

"In Christ the bride was chosen from eternity. Throughout the entire Old Testament dispensation the wedding was announced. Next, the Son of God assumed our flesh and blood: the betrothal took place. The price – the dowry – was paid on Calvary. And now, after an interval which in the eyes of God is but a little while, the Bridegroom returns and 'It has come, the wedding of the Lamb.' The Church on earth yearns for this moment, so does the Church in heaven."

-William Hendriksen, More Than Conquerers

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For Comparison's Sake

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Exodus 20:18 - 21
All the people perceived the thunder and the lightning flashes and the sound of the trumpet and the mountain smoking; and when the people saw it, they trembled and stood at a distance. Then they said to Moses, "Speak to us yourself and we will listen; but let not God speak to us, or we will die." Moses said to the people, "Do not be afraid; for God has come in order to test you, and in order that the fear of Him may remain with you, so that you may not sin." So the people stood at a distance, while Moses approached the thick cloud where God was.

Hebrews 12:18 - 24
For you have not come to a mountain that can be touched and to a blazing fire, and to darkness and gloom and whirlwind, and to the blast of a trumpet and the sound of words which sound was such that those who heard begged that no further word be spoken to them. For they could not bear the command, "IF EVEN A BEAST TOUCHES THE MOUNTAIN, IT WILL BE STONED." And so terrible was the sight, that Moses said, "I AM FULL OF FEAR and trembling." But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to myriads of angels, to the general assembly and church of the firstborn who are enrolled in heaven, and to God, the Judge of all, and to the spirits of the righteous made perfect, and to Jesus, the mediator of a new covenant, and to the sprinkled blood, which speaks better than the blood of Abel.

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Sustenance Acquired

For one night, John Letoto was restored to his rightful place in the Boyce College pecking order as the unrivaled and unabashed recipient of Much Food. It is indeed well with my soul...

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All Bark, No Bite

Note two things. One, I'm not responsible for any of this. Well, not really responsible. I mean, it was late, and it was Jeesh I was recording. Two, Jeesh didn't realize that I was recording.


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I'm feeling mighty sentimental at the moment, and I think I can attribute such silliness at last partially to Sinatra and David Mead.


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So often I approach this day in precisely the manner I don't want to: negligent, irreverent, unfocused, and selfish. I feel the battle of indwelling sins, sins that beset and beat down with guilt, sins that simply don't go away.

And that's before I even walk out the door.

Sadly enough, that can also sound like every other day in this, my Christian life. Do I realize that God deserves better than this? Absolutely. Do I realize that anything less than perfect obedience lived out in the life of a man is death? I do. Do I realize that there's no way I could ever live in such perfect, sinless obedience, and that this failure renders me, the one who sins, worthy of punishment, never beholding the glory of God in joy and intimacy? I do.

And yet, I go this morning not only to worship the LORD with full rights of one who has lived in such perfection, I do so unashamedly. Have I sinned? Yes. Do I still sin? Yes. I, however, have One who has lived perfectly on my behalf, who was punished for my sins, who has borne the wrath of God in my stead, who was forsaken by God as I will never be, who has risen from death and lives now, pleading for me before the throne of God, and who freely did and does so that He might spend eternity with me, one who tends to forget and fails Him still.

What a day.

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Fuzzy Math

2 LUFA league games + 1 weight room session = 0 energy.

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Post Script

You're right, little bro, He does not treat us as our sins deserve. Thanks again; you're a friend, a servant, and above all, His beloved.

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Dr. J now calls me his Sensei. That's more than a little scary, no doubt, and I'm sure that Mon is rolling her eyes wherever she is, but it is what it is, and I won't complain. Anyhow, I've decided to post a couple of excerpts from the good doctor's lessons. The first comes from yesterday's dialogue.

Most electrical poppers will complete a roast in four or five minutes, but there are a few things I do in order to prolong the roasting process. By prolonging the roast, the naturally-occurring sugars in the beans are allowed to develop evenly. You'll often have a certain point (temperature) at which the roast will be considered "finished." But, if this point is reached too quickly, the flavors may not develop. Too long, and the beans become dry and there is a loss of flavor and body. Think of the roasting process as you would roasting a turkey in an oven -- nobody wants a turkey done in half an hour, but one that takes twelve hours is probably dried out.

There's also going to be a "sweet spot" that you should look for in roasting a bean, meaning that peak flavor will happen when a bean is roasted to a certain point and in a certain way. For some beans, there will actually seem to be a larger sweet spot, or even several. When I say that there may be several, I mean to say that some beans will have different flavors develop at certain points in the roast. For example, that Guatemala I gave you will become, as the roast progresses, less "bright" and more subtle in its initial impact on the tongue. However, what I've noticed is that other flavors and characteristics begin to come out and make themselves known: raisins, and perhaps a little port wine.

This one came later:

Now, you're wanting something bolder. Hmmm. At this point, I'm going to point out that "bold" is a relative term. You're well aware of this, of course, but I at least partially say this because I myself have begun to judge coffees based upon their various characteristics, and then drawing a conclusion, rather than the other way around. Think of it as telling someone that a guy weighs 250 lbs. That gives me a weight, but that's just one aspect of his physical composition, and without knowing what his height is, or how strong he is, or what kind of condition his heart is in, it's difficult to assess precisely
what to make of this person's physical stature. My point there is that with coffee, you could have lots of boldness, but what type of boldness? Is it a boldness of when and where the strongest characteristics are located, a boldness that hits in the beginning of the sip, or perhaps in the nostrils? Is it a boldness of flavor that catches the outer edges and back of the tongue, or does it rest right on the middle? Is the boldness one of body, where the feel is heavy and really makes you interact with it in the mouth, rather than trying to capture the essence of the cup in the aroma? Or, is it just plain boldness of flavor? If so, then one could speak of spiciness, fruitiness, nuttiness, earthiness, or buttery boldness...

Gotta love it...

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What We Can Know

This deserves another look.

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Hopefully, Makana will save some ocean to share with her Uncle Johnny. I'm officially Dr. J's "dealer"...nice. When you can't lift your hands above your head after working out, it's a good thing...but not if you worked your legs. Great Big Sea, eh? There's nothing quite like reading the tale of Beren and Luthien to Lukey after a Sunday morning service. I find it harder and harder to write with the same candidness I once did; not necessarily less nor more, just not the same. The side of my car would be complete with a sign saying, "Eat Mor Chikin". Must shoot, and soon. I'm glad I'm finally able to work out again, if only because my appetite has come back...and with a vengeance! I've got an aged Sumatra Mandheling in the roaster at the moment; it's from 2004, it's got black pepper and earthy leather hints, and it's the last of that lot in my stash. I feel like Gandalf, as I must taste smoke again.

posted by Bolo | 11:09 PM
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I take, O cross, thy shadow for my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by to know no gain or loss,
My sinful self my only shame, my glory all the cross.

This is the last verse of Beneath the Cross of Jesus. It brings to mind several passages of scripture I've looked over and meditated upon these last few days, most recently Galatians 6:14 which reads, "But may it never be that I would boast, except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world."

I've said it before, and it bears repeating still more, that the glory of God is seen in sin, our sin, my sin, being punished on the cross in the person of His Son, Jesus Christ. If this does not make one pause and shudder, I do not know what will.

I think this is at least a part of what Paul was pointing out. His letter to the Galatians was not one of exultation; indeed, his entire tone was one of brutal honesty, even harshness. His "boasting" near the end of the letter does not seem to be any different.

My own Christian culture has never known a day when speaking of the cross was not cool. Cheesy shirts, wristbands, cartoons, and the like all have a tendency to make the cultural shock of speaking of the cross an entirely foreign concept. Forget the fact that it was Jesus Christ who died on the cross; in that day and age, anyone who died on a cross was someone who died the most brutal, heinous death imaginable, even those who deserved it. Even in today's "civilized" world, we don't cheer about murderers on death row being injected and dying. No, we still recognize that there's a sober sadness to it all, even if justice is being carried out.

Thus, it is often hard to realize the full burst of shock Paul intends when he speaks of not only boasting in the cross, but of boasting only in the cross.

The same can be said of Elizabeth Clephane's words in Beneath the Cross of Jesus. I find that drawing near to the cross is a most hard and difficult thing. The glorious light of my Savior's face is a light fully far too bright, even in its dimmest glow, for I find that such a glorious beam does search out and reveal all of my darkest sins, those deep corners I try vainly to hide. And yet, is it not the glory of God to do just that, to take my sin and punish it on the cross, and in doing so, gloriously display it for all to see? What my flesh forgets is that the cross is a display of grace, one where God no longer holds back His wrath but pours it forth in righteous glory.

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T-Dub has a new favorite song...ask her what it is :)

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"It's less like a prairie dog and more like a sea urchin. Wait! I meant a sea cucumber, not a sea urchin."


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LUFA This!

Wetness. Coldness. Numbness. A perfect day for the beginning of the season, right?

Not so much.

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It's Ridiculous

Ok, folks, for those of you who spell ridiculous as rediculous, know that there's nothing diculous that happened in the first place, and therefore, you're not rediculousing anything diculous. Got it?

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Psalm 27:4
One thing I have asked from the LORD, that I shall seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD and to meditate in His temple.

Psalm 27:8
When You said, "Seek My face," my heart said to You, "Your face, O Lord, I shall seek."

John 17:24
"Father, I desire that they also, whom You have given me, be with Me where I am, so that they may see My glory which You have given Me, for You loved Me before the foundation of the world."

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One day, boys, one day...

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Charlie's awesome, and not only because she's gonna get me some ice cream. I really let it all out on the bench press today, didn't I, Mr. O'Neal? I'd give a lot just to hear the sound of my brother's laugh right about now...even if our lives have a little distance between them. Dee Ar: an absolutely astounding piece, sir, astounding! "She wants your body..." Seems like just yesterday that I was caught in-between ten and twenty. I don't care if she thinks I'm a terrible liar, because quite frankly, I had her eating out of my hand. Week one of the LUFA Spring League is in the books, and from what I remember, it went like this: Weather 1, Humans 0. "She's single." The ides of March, indeed. I still don't understand the love of God, but that's no reason to stop being loved, is it? If anything, it's incentive to keep on being loved. My legs hurt, my eyelids feel heavy, and my is well. If it's word association we're talking about, "Taryn Walker" and "hairy chest" just go together. Her last name was seriously Vittitow? Everything did happen on schedule today...the rain...the cold...but I don't think I spilled a drink on my shirt. "You mean, you and me?" He does, Pablo, he does...I know he does. Yeah, it really is amazing how what appears in front of the lens is often a direct result of what's happening behind the lens. I'm only a man, and I don't even have red sheets. Audra's freakin' crazy. I love my local church, I do...but I wish I loved it more.

posted by Bolo | 11:56 PM
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A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?
And the question still remains, what am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds

Bebo Norman's The Hammer Holds still makes me pause. Often, it makes me think. Upon occasion, it makes me cry.

These words reveal something I often would rather not see: my own dreams, not just slipping away, but melted down to nothingness. They also remind me of what I've begun to see: my shape, my form, the fabrics and the folds of my life. Mostly, though, they pull a veil up over what I cannot see: my future, that which will happen to me, the very purpose for which my shapes and forms have been given.

In the working of steel, the end product is strong, often shiny and smooth. What it looks like in process, however, is an entirely different matter. Heating and cooling, pounding and twisting, a progressive cycle with an ugly piece that often bears little more than a vague resemblance to the beautiful strength that results. That beauty may be given artificially, but the strength cannot.

So it is with us.

I often cry out at the merciful fury of God's gracious hand, only to be silenced yet again by His cooling of my overzealous passion. All the while, though, I cannot help but wonder, what task is before me? I suppose it's best that the same hand that holds me and forms me is the same one that wields me... matter what that looks like.

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It's morning. Again. Why does it always come so soon?

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Sometime after Sandwiches & Shepherding and before the Wednesday night Prayer Meeting, I snapped these off.

posted by Bolo | 11:29 PM
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Hint, Hint

The following email was received this evening:

My Dear John,
You are cordially invited to your room for girls' night on the ________ of March at ____ o'clock. We will be watching a movie, and food will be provided. Hoping you will join us, I am,

Sincerely yours,
Ashlea Davenport

Subtlety optional, I see.

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@Sunergos I don't advertise for those monkeys enough...

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I'm glad that Makana is willing to share the ocean with her Uncle Johnny. Seriously, do I have a target painted onto my back? Am I the only one to observe that, prior to this last one-week period, Matt McCullough was the only former and/or current Student Council President of Boyce College who ever had a Facebook account? Being woken up by a having a one-year-old drool on your face has to be one of the cutest and least-offensive ways to be woken up. It's good to know that Laura Jean Griffith has officially forgiven me. I'll never get tired of listening to Chriyus Davis' voice. No, Brooke, I'm not going to look. That bit about having a one-year-old doesn't apply if that one-year-old has fur and a wagging tail. Still hate snow. Lee Sill, just like Cimato's roommate, probably now thinks I'm the devil. Michael Jackson was way cooler 25 years ago.

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A little over a few weeks ago, I roasted up a Mexican coffee that was, by all accounts, delicious. There was chocolate, there was blueberry, there was a body that was full and vivacious, and to top it off, a touch of aromatic spice that positively danced across the senses. In short, it made our eyes pop open while we exclaimed, "Wow! That's amazing!"

Well, it was some number of Saturdays ago when Kane, Aaron and I cupped it in Sunergos. One Saturday afternoon later, while standing around behind the counter with Kane and Aaron yet again, I found the bag of that Mexican that I'd left there all week. It was an accident, but an undeniably serendipitous one at that. The chocolate was still there, along with the blueberry, the body so full and vivacious, and the aromatic spice, too. But what hadn't been there was a smooth, buttery character that showed maturity, a simplicity amidst complexity, and an ability to be outstanding without even trying. In short, it made our eyes pop open while we exclaimed, "Wow! That's even more amazing!"

As I pondered my new infatuation, I realized that it was not unlike other ridiculous attractions. How so? I figured that the Mexican was very much akin to the proverbial Girl Next Door. Say she moves in one day. From the moment you see her, you understand that beauty has come down to earth and taken form in flesh and bone. Hair and makeup done just so, she moves with a grace that sets the heart atwitter. Words come to mind, but they seem far too droopy and worn, not at all worthy of the Beauty Personified you have just sworn undying devotion to. She, of course, is even less aware of your existence than the dirt on the bottom of her shoes, but this is of small consequence, a mere momentary inconvenience.

Hush. This is my analogy, and my blog; I'll do with it as I please. May we go on now?

As I was saying, she does not know you exist. A week goes by and you do not see her, but most assuredly not for lack of trying. In and out she flits from your thoughts, a pleasant distraction from the reality of Life. When she quite unexpectedly passes by one day, greeting you with a smile, you note what she is lacking: makeup perfectly applied, hair coiffed with the utmost care. In fact, she seems utterly without any attempt at beautification. And yet, you tell yourself with helpless glee, "Wow! She's even more amazing!"

Ah! The lengths to which I'll go to proclaim my love...

...for coffee :)

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Strangely enough, this kind of sums up the weekend. The last month, really.

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Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.

I can't help but wonder exactly what it was that Fanny Crosby was thinking and feeling when she penned those words. Whatever the case, I don't think I could have put it better myself.

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Snow Days, Schmow Days

Today's agenda? Volleyball at 11 this morning. The start of the Louisville Ultimate Frisbee Association's Spring League at 2 this afternoon. The Punch Brothers concert at 8 tonight.

All not happening 'cause of a foot or so of snow. Yes, I still despise snow.

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Hit and Run


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Aspect of Aloneness

A few of you responded very positively to that post I wrote a couple nights ago. There's a scary aspect to writing something like that, an aspect that I wasn't necessarily prepared to deal with. Before I go into all of that, let me first say something that I've said before: what I do here, I do primarily for me. I don't mean that in a selfish way; it's just that I don't keep this blog as a means to please people so much as a place to store bits and pieces of my life. It just so happens that any and all are free to share in these bits and pieces, come what may.

The irony in storing memories from a life lived here on earth is that in order to truly appreciate the beautiful, you've got to take long, hard looks at the ugly. When I say that, what I'm really pointing out is my own tendency to forget what I need to remember: that I'm a weak, imperfect, and hopelessly flawed individual who has a Savior whose power was perfected in weakness, whose perfection is now mine, and whose hope overcomes all of my flaws. But like I said, I tend to forget that.

I store here on my blog all sorts of things -- thoughts, feelings, and images, some my own, many of others I run across -- all with the hope that I would not forget what I need to remember. If I become repetitive, it's because I repeatedly forget. When I've become lost and forgotten my way, I've sometimes returned here to find the crumbs that lead me back to where I went astray.

What's the point of all this introspection, you ask? Wasn't there a point? Ah yes, my point: I'm not alone. Believe me, that's hard for a guy like me to swallow. I like being alone, I really do. It makes it easier to hide my faults, to highlight the notion that I'm not needy, or to work on being perfect rather than needing forgiveness. But that's exactly what Jesus works to undo, isn't it? He takes a bunch of sinners and knits their hearts together in such a way that they find themselves sharing not only in the inherent ugliness of the sinful soul, but the infinite glory of the merciful Savior.

posted by Bolo | 11:59 PM
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Formulaic Redux

Morning + Snow + John = :(

Breakfast + Coffee + John = :)

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Morning + Snow + John = :(

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Perhaps I'm a bit late on this one, but Brett Favre's retirement isn't something that will go overlooked on this blog. I mean, he was Brett Freakin' Favre! I didn't like him in the mid-90's when he was beating up on the 'Niners, but I couldn't help but love him by the turn of the century. Now, I'm going to miss him, just like these guys tell it, here, here, and here.

Quick, call Al Gore!

This is useful, right?

Brad Pitt and Julia Roberts co-starred in The Mexican. I remember seeing it in the theaters with the old FCF crew back in the day. There's no movie about this Mexican, but believe me, it's becoming quite memorable.

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Restless Resting

It's past 3 in the morning, and I'm up. It's not that I'm still up, mind you, as I conked out at somewhere between 8 and 9, but that I woke up about an hour ago to roast up some coffee.


Sitting here and typing, it's quiet outside. It's sort of odd, you know. I can hear the humming of the little machine as it flings those beans around with hot air, churning them in a maelstrom of delicious chemistry. Other than that whirring noise, the world seems quiet; outside, it undoubtedly is. Were I to walk out of the doors of Fuller Hall, I'm sure I'd be hard-pressed to find another soul out and about. Yes, outside those doors, all is quiet. But inside? Well, inside can be quite loud and full of screaming turmoil.

I'm sure that of the residents of Fuller Hall, I'm not the only one awake at this hour. I'm also sure that I'm not the only one who is thinking what I'm thinking -- that this Christian life is way too hard, and that what I'm feeling inside my sin-ridden soul weighs me down far, far too easily. As the hymn Jesus, I Am Resting plays on iTunes, I can't help but feel how little I rest in Jesus.

I told Kane this past Sunday that of all the desires I have in life, of all the different paths I could possibly pursue, of all the ambitions and dreams that urge me on and weigh me down, the one I want most is the one I simply can't have: obedience.

I sometimes think I'd rather be perfect than be forgiven. Stupid, isn't it? It's true. I'm far too proud and full of myself to be able to say otherwise. Still, my failure gets flung in my face often enough that I've come to know a desire for obedience not for the sake of my pride, but for the sake of knowing Him. I think that the Christian life is full of slow, painful learning like this, the kind of learning that drives someone to realize that the only satisfaction really is found in knowing and being known by God. Ryan reminded me recently that Jesus said that His food was to do the will of the One who sent Him. Oh, to feast at that table! What a lavish spread! Still, do I not often find myself there, an honored guest, yet sulking away to eat with the dogs?

I do...I do.

The point of Jesus, I Am Resting is not to drive the believer into even deeper frowns over their lack of obedience; at least, not ultimately. Rather, it is to lift up the one who shies away from mercy, from the One who has obeyed perfectly for the sake of those who obey in imperfect misery. I'll be honest -- my soul squirms with the thought that Jesus should have suffered obediently for my sake. Why? I don't like admitting that I need Him. At least, I don't like admitting that in a way that makes my need of Him utterly, miserably, gloriously obvious.

But...isn't that the point?

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Cup of the Morning

In the mug is an Idido Misty Valley, from the Yirga Cheffe district in Ethiopia. Delicious, just delicious. A little chocolate, some blueberry hints, and an almost buttery mouthfeel. Mmm.

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Repeat Cycle

A lot of life seems to become repetitive. Not in a bad way, mind you, but if I'm not attentive, time zooms by before I even blink. Perhaps a better descriptor would be cyclical; yes, that does fit better, I think.

Anyhow, with that in mind, I figured I would toss up still more shots that have come from some of the months gone by. It's my way of acknowledging my laziness and lack of inspiration behind a lens these recent weeks ;)

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Flying Pigs

'Drew and I actually spoke on the phone tonight. For like, a long time. Seriously. No, I'm not joking. And he was the one who called!

posted by Bolo | 11:44 PM
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Happy Girls Day!

Email I just got from Be:

Hey LBJ...

Happy Girl's Day - I'm sending this to all the Girls I know.
(I'm sure you get the inference, but just in case you don't: I'm calling you a Girl)


Aaahhh, gotta love my friends...

posted by Bolo | 3:38 PM
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Life According to Lukey

posted by Bolo | 1:16 PM
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Kids @IBC

posted by Bolo | 10:17 PM
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We played football today on the J-Bowl. I felt pain while playing. I am feeling pain now. I think I shall still feel pain tomorrow.

posted by Bolo | 5:50 PM
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Fly Away

Ok, so I'm cheating a little bit. These are from last Spring, and I'm certain I've posted at least one of them before, if not all. I'm sure I'm allowed a little redundancy on my little spot on the web, right?

posted by Bolo | 9:17 PM
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