i went running this morning. that in and of itself is an accomplishment, believe me. at 6:30 in the morning on the 31st of december it is dark. and cold. and the wind just whips its mocking screams into your brittle ears, "you're a fool! stay inside and watch sportscenter!" but something posessed me to run. so i did. (run, by the way, is a relative term in that some people run like gazelles and others run like cheetahs and still others run like crippled wildebeasts. i'll give you three guesses which one of the above best describes me.) anyway, as i was running, it began to snow. and not just snow, but really snow. the ground was completely covered in less than five minutes. i actually thought it was pretty cool because i felt like some really dedicated athelete, working out in whatever weather conditions. i imagined that i was in some video montage with an inspirational trumpet-laden song in the background while the camera followed my cheetah-like speed
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.