Humans are the spectrum. We are capable of greatness, of love, of justice, righteousness and truth. We are capable of the sickest, foulest, most putrid failings and sins. Can a child molester love? Can a human mother kill her own suckling baby? This perversity makes my stomach churn and my eyes swell.
And am I too far from it? Are any of us? "There, but for the grace of God..."
What stops me from being... THAT? How does God stop me from being... THAT? Why would God allow... THAT? Can knowing that THAT is an ever-present reality truly pull me closer to him?
Some say that we aren't so far from the animals. I say we aren't so far from ourselves. Even Hitler had a girlfriend.
Monday, May 19, 2003
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Monday, March 03, 2003
Can I just brag on my boy for a sec?
Barely 18 months old, and he's already got better rhythm than I do (and, yes, I can dance). His favorite song is Moby's "Jam for the Ladies." Whenever we play it he puts this James Brown funk move on -- with his left hand on his torso and his right arm in the air. Then he struts it all over the kitchen floor.
That's not the only move he does either. He will match his body movements with different styles of music. Then he remembers the movements when he hears the same music again.
He's one cool kid, and I'm one proud Papa (Got a Brand New Bag).
Barely 18 months old, and he's already got better rhythm than I do (and, yes, I can dance). His favorite song is Moby's "Jam for the Ladies." Whenever we play it he puts this James Brown funk move on -- with his left hand on his torso and his right arm in the air. Then he struts it all over the kitchen floor.
That's not the only move he does either. He will match his body movements with different styles of music. Then he remembers the movements when he hears the same music again.
He's one cool kid, and I'm one proud Papa (Got a Brand New Bag).
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Welcome you unlucky fools...
...So anyway, I was at a Mardi Gras Run today with my older sister. I finally convinced her to start jogging, and now the girl can't get enough of it (even though this is her first organized run). She did really good too.
Well, we started the run with a few thousand other folk. We headed down Routh for a block, took a quick left onto Howell, then a quick right down Fairmont. And there they were... pro-life activists.
Yes, I'm pro-life myself, but I was really taken aback by what they were doing, and in what setting. It just didn't make any sense.
They had lined down the sidewalks on either side with big placards showing aborted babies, and hollering at the runners words that I couldn't make out. Some of the runners hollered back some not-so-nice-words that I was able to understand, and I'm just thinking to myself, What's the point of this? What does this achieve?
The charity for the run is Captain Hope's Kids. Maybe I missed something, but from what I know they collect food, clothing, and diapers for homeless kids in the DFW area. Hardly a pro-abortion organization.
It just seemed like the protestors were practicing some kind of shot-gun approach: "Here's a few thousand people who can be a captive audience for a few seconds. Maybe by yelling at them we can somehow penetrate past the mental state-of-mind that they've used to prepare for the race, and..." what, plant a seed?
Let me ask you something: What happens when you walk into a dark room where someone is sleeping and throw on the light switch?
You get a lot of yelling and a pillow in the face.
Now, if you really wanted to wake that person up with gentleness and respect, how would you go about doing it?
...So anyway, I was at a Mardi Gras Run today with my older sister. I finally convinced her to start jogging, and now the girl can't get enough of it (even though this is her first organized run). She did really good too.
Well, we started the run with a few thousand other folk. We headed down Routh for a block, took a quick left onto Howell, then a quick right down Fairmont. And there they were... pro-life activists.
Yes, I'm pro-life myself, but I was really taken aback by what they were doing, and in what setting. It just didn't make any sense.
They had lined down the sidewalks on either side with big placards showing aborted babies, and hollering at the runners words that I couldn't make out. Some of the runners hollered back some not-so-nice-words that I was able to understand, and I'm just thinking to myself, What's the point of this? What does this achieve?
The charity for the run is Captain Hope's Kids. Maybe I missed something, but from what I know they collect food, clothing, and diapers for homeless kids in the DFW area. Hardly a pro-abortion organization.
It just seemed like the protestors were practicing some kind of shot-gun approach: "Here's a few thousand people who can be a captive audience for a few seconds. Maybe by yelling at them we can somehow penetrate past the mental state-of-mind that they've used to prepare for the race, and..." what, plant a seed?
Let me ask you something: What happens when you walk into a dark room where someone is sleeping and throw on the light switch?
You get a lot of yelling and a pillow in the face.
Now, if you really wanted to wake that person up with gentleness and respect, how would you go about doing it?
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