Wednesday, November 12, 2003
after reading a recent blog from a fellow friend and mentor, similar questions he posed seemed to surfer out of that gray matter sloshing around between my ears. what's the deal with suburbia. is it a nice getaway to a utopia of thoughtlessness. i mean, where is the flux of creativity among the tract homes and cell phones? could it be that we now can understand peoples personalities by the type of cell phone ring they choose. we mow our yards twice a week so the neighbors won't call the city on us and having a front entry garage regardless of how big your house is could move you to low income housing status. i couldn't agree more with my friend that our creature comforts of life can lead to a "self induced retirement of the mind." it seems that dualism and complacency run rampant and nobody wants to fess up to it dare we make a splash and ripple the norm of everyday life. we get our ears tickled on sunday and then it's back to the job which could simply be viewed as a means to an end. it gets the bills paid. IT'S REALITY! whatever.
i guess the question i bring to you today is this:
how does a cookie cut Christian like me who finds himself in the great slashed and burned jungle of suburbia live a life that is Christian by all means but unique to the individual. the more i try to live for Christ and draw my inspiration and creativity from the ultimate creator, the more i don't want to give in to the guidelines of the suburban church. i don't want to dress like everyone else, i don't want to talk like everyone else. i don't want to nod my head in agreement at everything that is tossed my way. i just want to be me. i want to be different but relevant. can i do that without offending anyone?
i guess the question i bring to you today is this:
how does a cookie cut Christian like me who finds himself in the great slashed and burned jungle of suburbia live a life that is Christian by all means but unique to the individual. the more i try to live for Christ and draw my inspiration and creativity from the ultimate creator, the more i don't want to give in to the guidelines of the suburban church. i don't want to dress like everyone else, i don't want to talk like everyone else. i don't want to nod my head in agreement at everything that is tossed my way. i just want to be me. i want to be different but relevant. can i do that without offending anyone?
Monday, November 10, 2003
i wish i had what i needed
to be on my own
but i feel so defeated
and i'm feeling alone
and it all seems so helpless
and i have no plans
i'm a plane in this sunset
with no where to land
and all i see it could never make me happy
and all my sand castles spend their time collapsing
let me know that you hear me
let me know your touch
let me know that you love me
let that be enough
-john foreman
to be on my own
but i feel so defeated
and i'm feeling alone
and it all seems so helpless
and i have no plans
i'm a plane in this sunset
with no where to land
and all i see it could never make me happy
and all my sand castles spend their time collapsing
let me know that you hear me
let me know your touch
let me know that you love me
let that be enough
-john foreman
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