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Growth (or another deeply impacting title for a blog post)

I didn’t plan on writing anything today. That’s how it usually goes though. I don’t write nearly as often as I’d like to, and when I do it’s because something is on my heart and mind and I feel like it needs to come out.

That’s why I’m writing this today.  I’m writing this blog to break up with Facebook.

I’ve always been a “status” guy. I loved when it was introduced.  My friends will attest to the fact that there is rarely a day when a status doesn’t fly from my mind and heart to my fingers to my Facebook. Sometimes it misses one of those steps. Usually it’s the most important one. I tend to assume that if it’s a thought I’ve had, it’s worth sharing. I’m prideful like that. This is something that has nagged me, in relationships in particular, both on and offline. I often speak/write without checking my pride at the door. I mean, look at what I’ve written so far in this post.  “I” sticks out as a well-worn word.

There are a lot of reasons I could give for logging off of Facebook. Not everyone needs to, but I do. It’s an example of narcissism, a time-waster, a thief of initiative, and at times, it’s a place I go when I don’t want to be where I am. I think when it becomes like that…there’s no choice but to disengage.

For those clamoring for pictures of Lindy…Laura will still be on Facebook, and she can be your friend, just ask her.  Also, I hope to blog more, so save this URL, or subscribe to my posts, and you can check it out. I’m also hoping to get into hand-writing letters more, so if you are interested in that, e-mail me at charles.s.rima@gmail.com and we can stay connected that way.

For practical purposes, I’m gonna leave this up for a bit, and then in a week or so, it’ll be sayonara Zuckerberg.

 

 

EDIT: My wife convinced me that I was better served in the long haul, just working on my heart when it came to Facebook (plus I couldn’t get my spotify to work without it), so I’m still there.  Just more mindful of how I use it.

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95 Million Seconds of Gazing

When I returned home from studying abroad in Rome, Italy in December of 2008, a lot had changed.  In a lot of ways, it felt like I had been gone far longer than four months.

In many ways I had finally begun the agonizingly, well, agonizing process of “growing up.”  As with many, wrapped up in that process was a sense of jadedness.  The world seemed like an superball in a blender spinning at warp speed.  I would lie awake at night staring at the ceiling, feeling as if my world was moving at an uncontrollable pace while I was in super slo-mo.  My days were disorientingly slow and at the same time blazingly fast.

Making decisions in that fog was nigh impossible.  Good ones, at least.  Imagine you are a kid on a merry-go-round (not to be confused with a carousel…look it up, it’s important), and you are standing in the middle as it is being spun around.  Soon you’ve fallen down, and you have no chance of moving (come to think of it, that seems like the most dangerous thing you could possibly put on a playground).  Well, I felt like that kid.

Then, one day, it stopped.  The world stopped spinning quite so fast, and I stopped moving quite so slow. 

 

In Rome, I had spent time reading Scripture.  It was really the first time in my life that I found myself doing it when I had free time.  It wasn’t out of curiousity, it wasn’t compulsory, it wasn’t to fact-check.  It was to read.  In that season I was often drawn to the Psalms.

In my journal, I wrote that the day the spinning slowed to a stop, I recalled one verse in particular that I hadn’t ever noticed before in Sunday School or while emotionalizing the vespers services at Bethel.  It was a simple verse in the midst of a seemingly simple psalm.  David, constantly surrounded by enemies who wish upon him only destruction, praises the Lord by proclaiming his trust in Him.  In my Bible Psalm 27 is subtitled as a “Psalm of fearless trust in the Lord.”

In one line of verse 4, this perplexing phrase appears:  “…to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord…”

I can’t say how or why it came to mind in that circumstance, but it did.  And it drove me to read the rest of the Psalm.  How would I possible “gaze upon the beauty of the Lord”?  That just seemed like a flowery statement without meaning.  I can’t see him, right? 

Shortly though, I began to.  I began to realize what the gospel I had spent my whole life hearing and never learning actually meant.  Redemption.  The forgiveness of sins.  I find it easy to forgive others when they misspeak, or when they accidentally knock my glass off the table.  But when others knowingly sin against me, forget it.  I don’t think I’m alone in that.  But that is what the Lord did for me.  Whew.  Things began to change (and are still changing) when I realized the depth of that phrase in Colossians 1:14.  Redemption, the forgiveness of sins.  That is beauty.

There was a time I wasn’t interested even in dating.  I knew I was called to marriage, but not for quite awhile.  And then, almost as soon as I had come to that conclusion, my conclusion was proved flawed.

Beauty has a way of overcoming even the most strongly-held convictions, and when it is the beauty of the Lord, forget about it. 

One day I was hanging out with a new friend named Laura (and others) and I began to notice that I cared for her more than I had previously realized. 

Fast-forward about 18 months and there I was standing on a stage and much of my family and friends were looking away from me, and they were looking at the same thing that I was.  Well, I don’t know if they were seeing what I was seeing, but they were looking in the same direction.

Because on June 4, 2010, when the wedding march started playing, I truly understood more than ever before what it was to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord.

On that day the Lord gave me a precious gift, second only to His Son, and it was the privilege of entering into a soul-binding covenant between myself, My God, and my bride.

 

Laura Louise Rima is literally a manifestation of God’s grace every day of my life.  There is no other way to put it.  I am a mess of a man, and she is to me, a shining example of Christ.  When I talk to others about Laura, I often joke about her task-oriented nature, or her obsession with Christian rap.  Sometimes I’ll reference her nerdy love of sappy Christian movies, or her newly aquired love of all things blended.  But those who know Laura, know that her love for the Lord is what truly describes her.  Her desire to know him and make him known.  Her desire to see young women read the Words of God in Scripture and allow them to change their hearts. 

I see the Laura who journals at least one page every other day, not about the tedious details of her life, but about God’s Word.  Her journal is filled with prayers for students, her friends, her family, and me, but also with prayers for her heart to be shaped not by its desires but by its Redeemer.

 

When I see my wife, who I have now had the privilege of being married to for 3 years, I see a testament to God’s grace.  I gaze upon the beauty of the Lord.  I am so incredibly grateful to have spent 3 years, or 1,095 days, or 26,680 hours, or 1,576,800 minutes, or 94,608,000 seconds, gazing at beauty.

 

Here’s to 2,428,272,000 more.

 

I love you Laura Rima 🙂

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All Our Stuff vs. The Weight of Glory

Last Tuesday I woke up at 6 AM and took off for Louisville.  The vehicular trek from Minneapolis to Louisville is between 11 and 12 hours of driving depending on if you go through Chicago or not (I didn’t).  I had to leave that early because driving at night is not ideal with my vision issues.  My vision comes to bear on a lot of my life, but it’s become second-nature at this point.  I wanted to post a brief update on my vision because I’ve been asked about it quite a bit recently for whatever reason, and it’s been a little over a year and a half, so I’m sure some have wondered how it has been going.

I realize that a post like this could easily come off as self-centered, and that is not my intent.  I don’t want to post this simply because I think my life issues are at the forefront of other people’s minds…I know they aren’t.  And they shouldn’t be.  In reality, a large part of it is putting it into words.  I’ve written in my journal about it before, but there is something different about preparing an explanation that you know will be read by others. 

That said, there is one journal entry that explains in a very simple way how things are with the eye in particular.

“Dryness and a sense of being out of place or irritated.  A lack of balance.  The extra few moments it takes to focus.  Frustration.  Is there someone behind me?  Did I miss a spot along my right jawline?  Stare, stare, and stare some more…still periphery.

It’s interesting to think about that…periphery, that is.  In reality I know that its a familiar experience for many people, so it’s probably a pretty easy idea to relate to.  On certain days, at certain times, with certain subjects, that way of living where things are seen but not clearly enough to grasp what they are.  The overwhelming anxiety as you see something SO clearly and cannot tell what it is.”

 

Even reading that now, I find it to be true.  There is just something profoundly affecting about the experience that God has granted me…the recognition that I will never, as things stand now, see anything “easily.”  I say that because nothing about vision feels purely natural anymore.  For one thing, there is a noticeable oddness about the eye as it sits in its socket.  It may not look like it from the outside but I feel it.  All the time. 

Of course I can still drive, and I can still play basketball, and most sports I can pick up as long as I have time to adjust to the depth perception issues that accompany those sports where distance is measured in the blink of an eye for most.  This is not a plea for special privileges, certainly not the privilege (curse) of pity from outside sources, it’s just a recognition of fact. 

There are moments that I reflect and become discouraged.  I realize many have much more difficult circumstances, and I realize that I could have very easily simply been killed in a hunting accident rather than just slightly injured.  I am forever grateful for God’s mercy in allowing me to see Laura’s face when I arrived home, allowing me to keep the eye itself (which, oddly enough, is one of the difficulties I deal with, haha.  More on that later), giving me the incredible blessing of being able to see for myself children that we will have, and sunsets, and another round of game-winning shots in March.

I get discouraged that my life is different, and it will never be the same.  I wish I could say that I never did, but I do.  I think we all have those things that we bemoan in our lives at times.  Thankfully, there is always a cleft in the seemingly sheer rock face of despair, and more often than not, I find that cleft in God’s Word.

2 Corinthians 4:17,18 says this: “For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,18 as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.  For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”

Oh man.

Yesterday I was reading a sermon that Martyn Lloyd-Jones gave in Pensacola, Florida in 1969.  He focused on this passage and it struck me to my core.

Think of a table in front of you.  Atop that table you find an old-fashioned scale with two plates on opposing sides.  In the life of the Christian, it can be easily discouraging at times as we see objects constantly added to the plate labeled “Afflictions.”  Injury, broken relationships, mistakes that cannot be taken back, words that cannot be unsaid, insults spat in your direction, the loss of ones you love, flat tires, constant pain, migraine headaches, divisiveness within family and groups of friends, war, famine, genocide, unthinkable atrocities, and more.  These are swiftly piled up, one on top of the other, until the weight is unbearable, we can no longer even see the table underneath it all, surely hope is crushed somewhere at the bottom of that pile.

And yet.

Paul says that it is “light.”  The weight of these is light in relation to this “glory” that is “beyond all comparison.”  I would urge you not to see those as words on a screen, and more as an idea, a notion.  The idea of a glory that is beyond ALL comparison…is, well, is there a word for it?  The notion that regardless of whether our afflictions weigh 20lbs or 20 trillion tons, the weight of glory makes them seem insignificant, is a pretty incredible thing to reflect on.  And that is precisely what I needed to hear.

Lloyd-Jones shared a portion of a poem in conjunction with the sermon and it summed it up beautifully.  I will carry this with me for the rest of my life.  Truly the written word is a gift from God.

“The eternal glories gleam afar,
To nerve my faint endeavor…
For I am His, and He is mine,
Forever and forever.”

-James Grindlay Small

 

May your afflictions seem to be smoke in the wind as you study God’s Word.

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Dad

Here is how I introduced a sermon I just gave tonight.

 

I grew up as a pastor’s kid.  Because my Dad was a pastor, I figured I knew what a pastor was.

I saw Dad leave in the morning to go to church during the week.

I saw Dad stand up front and speak.

I saw Dad studying his Bible.

I saw Dad’s sermons that used big words and were covered in 4 different colors of highlighters.

I heard Dad begin sermons with an interesting story, and then relate it to the text he was about to teach.

I noticed that we generally had a cool place to eat on Sunday after church because people would invite us out.  I started to think that being a pastor might just be the coolest job ever.

Then I started to notice other things.

I began to notice letters that were anonymous and said terrible things.

I began to realize that there were certain people who weren’t very nice at church and didn’t treat my Dad like he was awesome like I thought he was.

I noticed when people would come over to pray, or would just say it in conversation, and realized pastors must need a whole lot of prayer.

I noticed that my Dad would wake up hours before me, sometime as early as 3:30, just to have quiet time.  I realized that pastors must be busy.

I noticed Dad tired, frustrated, and disappointed.

But I would also notice that at times he was overjoyed and thoroughly thankful.

I recognized that sometimes he said things when others didn’t.  Like at my school one time.  No one was saying anything…so he did.

And I was really proud of him.

One thing that I recall always appreciating about my Dad was that he always got up and went to church.

He was faithful to his mission.

He wasn’t perfect. 

But he didn’t ever give up on his mission.

And he continues it today.

 

 

 

I was preaching on Acts 20:17-38, and as I was going through it I had an overwhelming sense of awe at how God has equipped and sustained the men who have discipled me in their ministry.  None more so on this earth than Sam Rima.

 

Thanks Dad.

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Loss

Today is the day that rolls around every year.  It’s New Year’s Eve, and it signals the end of one year (good or bad) and the beginning of another (sometimes anticipated, sometimes dreaded).  For me, it is a very bittersweet day.

When I moved to Washington a couple of months before my Freshman year of High School, I didn’t have a whole lot of hope.  It was yet another move, yet another jagged transition academically, socially, spiritually.  And although we were arriving in a state where nearly our entire extended family lived, I didn’t really hold out much hope for that being much of a salve. 

Justin was my cousin, and he was a year older than me.  I always thought he was funny, but I also thought he was probably the most intimidating person in the world.  He was not only funny, but smart, witty, savvy in just about any situation, social or otherwise, and really when it comes down to it…he was completely fearless.  That wasn’t me.

I was wracked by fears of social exclusion after spending so many years of my life playing social catch-up, just trying to become known to my peers.  I didn’t want to be invisible, but often as the new kid, it’s preferable to the alternative.  When I moved to Washington the thing I feared was falling into a void.  It seemed at times like there was this black hole that was always pulling at me through elementary and especially Junior High.  It’s not an uncommon feeling, I’m sure, but every person who feels it by definition feels alone.

At the age of 15, I met my best friend, and it was Justin.  I tend to be the last person to call someone to hang out…I think all of those years kind of got me into the habit of keeping myself busy, and not wanting to face the possibility of rejection.  In hindsight of course I know it isn’t usually the person but the timing that leads to that dreaded “Sorry, I can’t,” but I never really wanted to test that theory out.  Which was okay, because Justin called me. 

At first it was every couple of weeks, but soon it was almost every day, he would be dropping by to pick me up, or when I got my license I was making my way to his house, where we’d watch endless movies, listen to music, or play a video game.  We’d head to Alderwood Mall and he’d show me how to purchase clothing for myself that didn’t make me look like Beaver Cleaver, and introduce me to CDs I should buy…some good, some not.  But all along I could tell what was happening.  Justin was coming alongside me, and he was pulling me up to his level.  I’m not sure what drove him, but one thing I know about Justin, was that for all his brash talk and swagger, he had the kindest heart I had ever met.  He had a heart for those who were in danger of being left behind.

I was one of those kids, and Justin truly helped shape who I was and who I would become.  Of course now I can sit at the computer and say it wasn’t Justin, but his Savior, Jesus Christ, who was reaching out to me.  I didn’t have any desire to be involved at my family’s new church, and Justin literally forced me to attend Youth Group with him.  At that age, I wasn’t always hearing the teaching, or really being affected by the worship, I was being molded by the love of Christ through His people.

Justin allowed himself to be used for my edification, and gave of himself all the time for me.  I certainly didn’t always make it easy, but he never stopped, and what affects me most to this day are two things Justin taught me every time that I was with him.

1. Your closest friends, and the ones you need to keep around, are the ones who tell you the truth, even if it will be painful to you.  Like God’s discipline in our lives, it hurts for the moment, but is always beneficial in the end.

2. Of all people, we who are saved and justified in the eyes of our Father, have no need to fear anyone or anything.  I’m sure Justin was scared of circumstances and people, but he never let that define him.  He had this amazing ability to look people in the eye, no matter who they were.  You could call it confidence, but I call it a recognition that he was who he was made to be.

Only two years after arriving in Washington, we were told that we were moving to Minnesota.  What surprised me even then, was that I wasn’t really heartbroken about it, and looking back, I think that is one of the most incredible things that I was blessed with during my friendship with Justin.  God worked through my relationship with him, and gave me an ability to lean on the big picture, and not lose myself in every significant life change.  To use an analogy that Justin would punch me for using, I learned to wait on life’s curveballs (Justin was not exactly sports-oriented).

Just before I moved, Justin returned from a missions trip to Mexico.  He was very short of breath all the time.  I moved for good in October, and by that time, Justin was always in the presence of a tank of oxygen.  He of course joked about it constantly and kept things light, but you could tell he was becoming more and more aware of bigger issues.  He never told me how bad it was.  I had many nightmares, where Justin would pass away and I would hear about it over the phone.  I found myself (in the age before social media) texting him and calling him just to check in.  He always eased my fears.  Then one night I arrived home from playing basketball at the YMCA.  My aunt Candy was on the phone and she told me she was giving me my Christmas present, it was a flight to Washington.  I sat on the steps where she told me and wept, because I was glad to go back, and because it hit me how incredibly serious the situation was.

I went, and got to spend time with Justin, not as much as I would like, but it was time.  Justin needed a double lung transplant, and one night as his sister Heather and her then-husband, and our cousin Courtney and I were heading in to a movie…we got a call.  His lungs had arrived.

The ups and downs of sitting for hours in that waiting room were nearly unbearable.  Eventually, it was deemed successful, and we all shuffled home, exhausted by utterly overjoyed.  It was a long road ahead of us but the harrowing part had seemingly passed.

Justin never woke up.  Complications prior to surgery meant that he had gone a short amount of time without oxygen, which was too much for his lungs to handle, and he did not have the proper oxygen levels to his brain.  There was no doubt that Justin would never desire to live on life support in a vegetative state, and so his parents had to make the decision to remove access to the machines that were keeping him “alive.”  Of course they weren’t keeping him alive truly, and we all knew it.

Justin passed away on December 31st, 2003 at the age of 18.  I remember leaving the RV I had been staying in with my Grandparents, and asking my Aunt Janna if I could take Justin’s classic yellow ’50s Chevy Corvair out.  I just drove it around and recalled the many moments I spent with him in his car, weeping openly and screaming why it had all happened the entire time.  It was the best thing I could have possibly done. 

God never gave me an answer that day, he still hasn’t to this day.  The same can be said for the losses our family has experienced over the years since.  I have often wondered why.  The answer that “God just needed him more with Him in heaven” has never really stood up for me. 

Over the past 9 years, me and those closest to me have experienced the spectrum of joys and despair here on earth.  Weddings intersperse openly with heartbreaking divorce or infidelity, joyous births intersperse with tragic miscarriages, renewed life has gone hand in hand with the grief that accompanies death.

One thing that I know, is that God began in me at the age of 17 a very good work.  The seed of faith became a seedling, often ravaged and deprived of sunlight, but never uprooted, and that seedling has steadily grown in the form of a love for Him, and a cognizance of the fragility of life on earth.  I’ve often thought about what a sorrow it is that we must hold so loosely to the things we love so much here on earth, but God, ever faithful, soon reminds me of what lies ahead.

I take great hope in Paul’s letter to the Romans on days like today.  What a tender mercy it is to we who follow Christ, to read these words: “For I consider taht the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”

All of creation cries out to God, wordless groans and sorrowful wails, yet we have an advocate who puts our groans into words, and our Father knows them all.  We serve a God who has promised to deliver.  “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and DEATH SHALL BE NO MORE, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” (Revelation 21:4).  He will make all things new.

I take great comfort in the fact that my Father in heaven has recorded every single tear of mine in his book (Ps 56:8).  I firmly believe that on that day when we see God face to face, he won’t wipe our tears of the moment away.  He will wipe away every tear we’ve ever cried.  This is the God that I cling to.  A God more powerful than all imagining, and more tender than we could ever deserve.

I could ask why Justin was taken from this earth so young, but as with every other loss we’ve all suffered through, we must make a decision.  Each New Year’s Eve, I make a decision Justin would be proud of.  I don’t bother asking why.  I trust in my savior, who has kept every promise He has ever made.

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I’ve Often Thought of the Gospel as a Clock

I've Often Thought of the Gospel as a Clock

A lot of people know what it is and what it does, but they don’t understand how and why it works.
It is such a privilege to study God’s Word, because the inner workings in the “black box” that was the Gospel to me for so many years are finally fitting together.

With Christmas fast approaching, I find myself reflecting again on why it is that it is such an important event for the Christ-follower. I’ve realized while reading Luke 1 and 2, it is the fact that Jesus was born holy that is so encouraging. It isn’t merely the fact that Jesus was born that is worth celebrating, it’s that he was BORN so that we may live. And that life is only accomplished through his eternal holiness. The trinity came together (Luke 1:35) to ensure that a savior could be born. What’s more, we celebrate because at his birth we are reminded that his reign, his holy reign, is everlasting (Luke 1:33).

Jesus: Righteous for a Reason

Today I spoke at the chapel service at Chapel Hill Academy in Chanhassen, Minnesota.  It’s a really cool school with a little over 300 students and a bevy of dedicated parent-volunteers that supplement the paid staff.  It truly is a humbling and inspiring experience every time I walk in the doors, because probably half of the people I run into are there on a volunteer basis.  I would encourage any parent to check it out here.

I spoke on Matthew 4:1-11 to the 6th-8th grade students, and the title of the talk was extremely clever: Jesus the Tempted.  Yes, that passage is about Jesus’ 40 days and 40 nights in the wilderness being tempted.

One of the ideas that I wanted to really hammer home is the fact that we can relate to Jesus.  He sympathizes with us, as Hebrews 4:14-16 says.  But as I was up there talking, something else grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go.  I’ve read this a hundred times, but I’ve never tried to answer the question of why Jesus not giving in to temptation  was such a big deal.  I mean, really, is it that big of a deal?  I mean, he is Jesus, we all know he lived a sinless life, right?  Well here are a few portions of my talk that really got me reflecting, even in the midst of speaking, on our Savior.

 

Satan makes it clear what he truly desires here, and not only for Jesus, but for all people.  Satan desires worship.

Now Satan is referred to in many ways, but here are some that are particularly important when we look at this final temptation.

1. Ephesians 6:12 – Ruler of the darkness of the world.

2. Ephesians 2:2 – Prince of the power of the air.

3. John 14:30 – Prince of this world.

4. 2 Corinthians 4:4 – god of this world.

What these titles should tell us is that Satan works as if he has real power on the earth.  He doesn’t have any real power capable of defeating God’s purposes, but he will try to convince us he does, just like he tried to convince Jesus here.  He offers earthly dominion to Jesus.  But why is Jesus here at all?  And what is his future role?  His role is KING!  He comes to earth as the lamb of God, as John the Baptist describes him in John 1:29, dying for the sins of many, but when he returns to earth again?  He is described as the LION OF JUDAH, as it says in Revelation 5:5.

Jesus is powerful over ALL the earth.  He is God Himself come down to earth.  He does not need Satan’s permission to be Lord over it!  His mission on earth at this time though, was to die for the sins of many.  He was to be righteous for us who are unrighteous.  Jesus’ purpose was to direct God’s people toward God.  To direct our worship and submission to God in heaven, and his death on the cross, taking our sins, would accomplish our salvation.  That’s why Jesus responds the way he does in verse 10.

Jesus dismisses Satan’s last temptation so completely that there is nothing left for Satan to say.  Jesus shows that he can overpower Satan and force him out from his presence, just as he does throughout the gospels when he heals the demon-possessed.  In every response Jesus gives, he is quoting Scripture.  All of his responses can be found between Deuteronomy 6-8.  What is interesting about that, is that those chapters find the people of God, Israel, banished to the desert for 40 years for their unfaithfulness.

Jesus is doing, and has done, everything righteously that the people of God have done and will do unrighteously.

He is worthy.

Let us not gloss over the reason why Jesus must be righteous, as we praise him for the fact that he is.  We are unrighteous.  Praise God that we have a righteous advocate, who knows us and loves us as we inconsistently seek him.

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Introductions

I’ve started many a blog.  The problem that I’ve always found is that the stated objective of the blog itself tends to be such that I feel (most likely as a product of my imagination) that I’m prohibited from making certain posts.  If it is a blog focused on theological issues, I can’t post about the NHL lockout.  If it’s a personal blog, I can’t post…well, anything that requires thinking.

This is an attempt to remedy that.  I’ve made attempts before, but this is different, because I’m making it a goal to post something, anything, every weekday (which for me is Monday-Thursday), and as often as possible on Friday through Sunday.

I look at a variety of articles every day, so there will be many days where I simply post a few articles that I’ve found interesting, and you may check them out at your leisure.  These blog posts will be reflective of my own preferences at any given point in time, obviously, so on a given day I could post about:

How overrated I think Houston Texans are

How frustrating facebook political/social rhetoric is

How my word study of “betray” is going

Why I think Augustine is right and Cassian is wrong on the issue of personal responsibility and God’s sovereignty

Some articles that I’ve found interesting from the last couple of days

 

So basically, expect just about anything.

Lastly, the title should give you a clue as to how I approach this blog.  I don’t claim to know all the answers about what I’m writing about, and I welcome conversation as long as it is done in a civil manner.  I will delete comments at my discretion due to vulgar language or insults.  I would love for this blog to be a place where more than one viewpoint is expressed and healthy debate occurs.  Although I’ll be perfectly content just writing stuff I like and assuming that the entire world agrees with me.

 

 

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