Skip to main content

random: hobbits, crunchy leaves and wild, wild women

-first of all, i just want to wish a happy birthday to both bilbo and frodo baggins.  those bagginses have been an inspiration to me by their courage and relentless hope, so i would just hope they both have a great birthday.  how do i know it's their birthday?  i write on this date in my calendar each year.  am i a total nerd?  yeppers. 

-also, today is supposedly the final day of summer, although they are expecting temps in excess of 90 degrees here in central pennsylvania on friday.  still, as the heat of the sun says its final goodbyes, and the vibrant harvest colors of autumn take their cue, i find myself right smack in my favorite time of the year, weather-wise.  goodbye, summer.  it's been fun, if a bit sweaty.  i'll look forward to seeing you next year, you in your green and blue dress, and me with my arms extended to welcome you in a warm embrace.  until then, stay cool (well, you know what i mean).  and to you, my dear autumn, i offer a hearty welcome.  it's about time you showed up with your football sounds and cider smells.  i've missed the crunch of leaves underfoot and the aroma of a hooded sweatshirt that's been buried in the cedar chest for months.  welcome, indeed.  make yourself right at home.

-now playing:  michael franti and spearhead's "say hey (i love you)" from that corona light commercial.  once that song gets in my head, i just can't stop singing it.  plus, anyone who knows me knows that i love the lyric, "the more i see the less i know."  that's like my life's motto.  here's the vid:

-if you want to see an article i wrote about the steelers and a great sack on vince young last week, you can check it out here

-seriously, thanks for all the feedback on yesterday's post about jeremiah, both here and on facebook.  i will be incorporating some of your thoughts into my sermon on sunday.  that's the power of the interwebs, people!

-speaking of birthdays, the world's oldest man according the guinness book of world records turned 114 years old yesterday.  that is correct.  one hundred plus fourteen.  that's like living to be 57, and then doing it again!  think about it, the dude was born in the flipping eighteen hundreds!  he says the secret to his long life has been, "cigarettes, whiskey, and wild, wild women."  sigh.  i guess i'm not going to make it very long, then.  but at his birthday speech, he at least did go on to say that we need to have faith, and that "with all the hatred in this world....let us be kind to one another."  in an age of suicide bombers, and burning korans, that seems like pretty good idea.  you can read the full story here. 

-just in case you forgot, it's still baseball season.  and my yankees are currently 2.5 games up on the rays in the american league east.  and it looks like they'll be making the post season one way or the other.  so, not only is it my favorite time of the year according to the weather, it's also the best time of the year in sports: baseball and football!  booyah!

-i hope you have a great wednesday, and know one thing:  i love you, i love you, i love you. 


Popular posts from this blog


i made these comments and prayed the following prayer at one of our worship services at SPWF yesterday, and had a few folks asked if i would post them, so there they are: 
It has been a season of terrible tragedy.  And I have noticed in the news a trending phrase: thoughts and prayers.  It even has its own hashtag on twitter and other social media, but net necessarily in a good way.  People are understandably tired of hearing about others’ thoughts and prayers, when that is only a thinly-veiled way of saying that our only obligation to those who suffer is a brief moment of silence, or nothing more than a tweet or public statement.  The truth is that, for those of us who follow Jesus, much is required when our neighbors suffer.  We are called to do justice where we can, to love kindness and mercy, and to walk with God through it all.  But let us be careful not to throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater.  We are, as people of faith, those who know that prayer is not simply an em…

a divided tree

there is a tree in my back yard.  i'm pretty sure it's an oak tree.  at least that's what i think Shannon told me.  i don't know my oaks from my maples, my elms from my locusts.  to me, it's a tree: a corinthian column bursting up into life and glory.  full of sap and pulp and rings and bugs and cells pulsing with water and always reaching for something.  it is full of rhythm, reach and flourish then fall and die, and repeat. 

this particular tree, though, isn't of one mind. 

half of it's rusted orange leaves have given up their grip and surrendered -gracefully or not - to the pull of gravity and the threat of winter.  the north side of this inauspicious oak is just about bare naked, all sticks and straight lines, a skeleton of itself.  but the side that looks south is stubbornly resisting change.  no longer green, the leaves have compromised their summer vibrancy, but they are clearly not ready to concede death just yet. 

i feel like i can relate to this …

vote. and pray. but do not be afraid (the King is alive).

i'm not sure how many americans right now are feeling optimistic about the government.  i know i'm not.  in fact, while i didn't live through the civil war or anything, i have to think that faith in our elected leaders - indeed the whole system of electing them in the first place - is at one of its lowest points.  i just don't have a great deal of confidence in those individuals who have been elected, or in those who want to be.  i find myself slipping at times into what feels like a swamp of apathy: sinking, to be sure, but not sure that i care enough anymore to do much about it.  i see this attitude all around me: in conversations, on social media, and in popular culture.  perhaps there is no more clear indication of our nation's view of the government than this current election season, when we would teeter on electing liars and thieves, crooks and clowns. 

which is why i was so startled as i sat down to read psalm 72 this morning. as i read the ancient song, i…