Not deconstruct, just completely tear apart.
After what seems like months of illness and a geographically hyper life, I have some energy again. My doctor has switched me from antibiotics and a prescription decongestant to steroids and a prescription antihistamine. YAY! So I may have things to post soon.
As Bono knows better than anyone, it's hard to smirk when you're singing at the top of your lungs. --New York Times
Kevin Skogen's sermon from September 12, 2004
In a Series in Luke
Luke 5:1-11
excerpt: "Brothers and sisters, I don't know what 'net' the Lord will have you leave, or what net you NEED to leave, what holds you back from following the Lord the way you need to. But I do know that disciples, followers of Christ, are in fact, net leavers."
the Barron's study guide for the LSAT
the St. John's Meeting Place menu
most desired dinner so far:
part 1: Marinated olives
2: artichoke lentil soup
3: sauteed mahi mahi + swiss chard, shiitake mushrooms, celery root
4: coffee and chocolate pecan tart
"Who's your hero?"
"Father!"
"Who's the best?"
"Mother!"
"Who's the coolest?"
"UNCLE MIKE!"
Anybody want to go see Moby with me? Or, is anybody willing to let me tag along? Atlanta, Tuesday, April 12.
It's been a done deal for a while, but I was waiting for an official word (such as posting of a job description) before writing (here) that I'm leaving my job at the end of June.
Why? It became real evident last fall that it was time to go do something else. I have been hanging around for 16 years, including my time as a student, and it's time for change, for an early mid-life crisis, for uprooting. I'm really grateful for the things I've learned, for the places I've been, for the work I've done. I'll miss the academic schedule, the flexibility of being a one-person office, working on Lookout Mountain, and working with students. But I'm really excited about leaving. It'll be good for me and good for the institution.
What am I gonna do? I'll wait tables for a year and then go to law school. No, I don't know where I'll go to school, and I also don't know what kind of law I'll pursue. (It may be the case that I'll never practice, that a law degree would simply open a ton of doors.) Though I do sometimes think about moving to NY and working with and for the homeless community--you know, working on behalf of 'the least of these.' One of my long-time friends has said, "You should move to Nashville and do entertainment law."
I have a while to think about all that stuff.
Those of you who have envied and wanted my job--well, I need to say that there won't be a replacement for me next year. On July 1, various people will be taking over parts of my job for at least a year.
Last week I was talking to a volunteer coordinator that I work with once a year, and she said, "Well, is this all good news? Should I be happy for you?"
Yes, it is. Yes, you should.
I am, and we are, enroute to the Bowery Mission. In a few hours. I'm going for the last time. Go out in a blaze of glory, livin' life bigtime, servin' Jesus and the community, with a bang, not a whimper.
God is good
all the time.
And all the time
God is good.
I'll be back after break. Actually I'll be back after the day after break--I'm gonna take that Tuesday off.
All Jeep Fan Club members should feel free to call. (You know who you are.) Reception inside the Mission is real sketchy, but I'll be checking my voice mail.
I get the feeling that I've lost your attention
I get the message when I meet your eye
Darlin' I'm not built for indifference
Don't your press your luck with a lie
You tell me that you're taking your time
and you've been taking in some therapy
While you're on the take
bear in mind
You don't have to take this from me
Faithful love like a river, long and deep
But the hand of God strikes in unexpected places, it finds the very joint of the harness, and leaves nothing unscathed.
Francois Fenelon
Alas for us all! And for all that walk the world in these after-days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream. But I count you blessed, Gimli son of Gloin: for your loss you suffer of your own free will, and you might have chosen otherwise. But you have not forsaken your companions.