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Decompression week

It's a minimal week for work. "I want you to go into the office as little as possible," John told me a couple weeks back, so I'm gladly obeying. This morning it's Irwin's for coffee and bagel, reading and writing. Beautiful sunshine in my city today. It's a good day to be free.

John preached a positively kick-ass sermon yesterday. Not so much for style or flash, but simply for content. It was on Luke 2:1-20, the Christmas story retelling immortalized by Linus' recitation in A Charlie Brown Christmas (can you imagine such a thing being tolerated in a Christmas special today?). John took us through the concepts we all think we know (Savior, manger, Bethlehem, shepherds) and discussed their actual, contextual meanings. It was all new and surprising to me, and helped me to see Christmas and Jesus in a completely new way. You can listen here if you like; I really recommend it. I was stunned by the meaning of it all.

A woman just ordered a latté with four shots. Nothing like the sensation of your heart exploding in your chest to wake you up in the morning.

The earthquake/tsunami tragedy is on my mind and heart. So much death. I hate how casual so many of us (the privileged and unaffected) are in the face of such devastation. We might feel it for a bit, but we have the luxury of going back to our entertainment, our celebrities, our distractions. It makes compassion all the more glorious, and I don't want to minimize the good things that happen in the least. Even that, though, often takes the form of some kind of production in our culture, and often stops short of real sacrifice. I guess I'm just tired of all the other things we continually worship, and maybe I'm tired of my stuff most of all.


I like it when you say ass.
You'd love me in person.
Well, I already know you are Hott.

That's right, hot with two tts.
Ah, you're just saying that out of sexual frustration. I recognize it because it's my native language—obedience can be a real bitch sometimes.
I'm getting better at it.

Yesterday at church the guest speaker said that discpline is really a form of training. I never thought of it that way. I like the idea. So I'm running a sex-free marathon. And I tend to have a competitive nature. I can win, I can wiiiin! You know, with God's help and all.
It's like The Bet, and Kramer's already out.
And I'll be George. Didn't he win?
I just looked because I was curious—we never find out if it was George or Jerry.

You're Queen of the Castle.
Oh! George did win! We just don't find out until "The Puffy Shirt."
And he cheated, as we learn when the plane is going down in the next to last episode.

Man, I am totally geeking out.
I love it! You're a total geek.

But really, I love that show more than most people I know. It's the best.
Oh, and don't think I don't appreciate the two "t"s. And the capital "H." I'm ablush.