Create The Noise. Change Your World.

I enjoy going to historical and cultural landmarks and meeting the people whom call the area home. There is something exciting about the experience. Its an adventure. You can feel that something bigger than us is working in the world. I get this pull sometimes when I listen to a gifted speaker or band at church. Special conversations with close friends are an excellent way to arouse these existential emotions. I’ve never felt them while doing the dishes.

After all, they are just a feeling. They are the same as every other  feeling. Sometimes it is beneficial and other times it can be a distraction. Hunger is an excellent reminder that we need to get something in our bellies, but it is not present every time we need to eat. In order to stay healthy, it is suggested that we actually eat before the feeling of hunger arrives.  This way we don’t depend on the feeling and overeat.

I admire my two year old son.

He is fearless.

The other day, I caught him on the arm of a rocking chair. He was leaning forward while standing on his toes to jump into his brother’s crib. He is persistent. He is driven. He is safe?

I suppose he has this confidence because he knows that I will protect him from the hard carpet floor. He trusts me enough to push for a dream.

The Loss Of Childish Bravery

After we’ve been hurt by others and failed ourselves through the years, we lose this childhood trust. We ask ourselves, “Do we trust anyone enough to pursue our dreams?

This morning I bought a book. Erwin McManus’ Soul Cravings, is a Father’s Day present from my wife. Father’s Day was three days ago, but she couldn’t remember any book title that I wanted. I was actually quite frustrated and dissapointed that she didn’t appreciate me enough to get something. We are really tight financially right now, but I was expecting something. Something that reassured me that I am an excellent dad whom has done alot for the family. I got nothing. Needless to say, we had ourselves a little marital spat. Yes, I have a horrible marriage.

After writing my post about Darfur yesterday, I came across the website Savedarfur.org . It is a well put together website with practical information for individuals like myself whom want to help, but do not know what can be done. There is so much information the site that I think I’d be doing it harm by quoting bits and pieces of it. I recommend  (urge or command a better word?) you to go over there and look through the site. It breaks it all down to something that can be done right now by anyone. Once you are done over there, come back and I want to give my answer to the question I posed on yesterday’s post.

This morning I got out of bed and thought about skipping church. This morning a 12 year old boy was maimed for his genes. Yesterday, I was tired so I took a nap. Yesterday, a woman was raped right next to her dead husband. It was her genes. Darfur is so far away and their reality is even further. Hundreds of thousands have been brutally killed. Many were young boys. It is a genocide. It is a hate crime. It is Cain killing Able.

Friday, it rained. It poured. I was stuck in my apartment alone with my ten month all day. He stayed home from daycare because he had some virus which made him really sick. I’m in the process of looking for a new job and Erica makes nearly double what I made teaching. You can guess who got to stay home with a sick kid on a rainy day.

Sometimes I do enjoy the rain. On calm and relaxing days when there is nothing to do but stare through the window there is nothing as soothing as the rain. It also helps the kids sleep through the night, which is always a gift from God. Yet,  the rain is not something that generally makes us happy. Living in the rainforest known as Florida, it becomes something of an annoyance.