It's been quite awhile since I've made a post. Actually, it's been quite awhile since I've DONE anything. One might ask why this is important or even noteworthy on a blog of this nature. That is a valid question, yet the answer I will provide is rather so esoteric and spiritual in nature. Therefore if you have no interest in that realm of discussion, I advise you to keep scrolling.
For the past two weeks I've been in a general malaise. I've been continually tired, non-motivated, and an absolute displeasure to be around. The fact that I was existing in this type of personal depression had not even cross my synapses until yesterday. What brought this revelation to mind? The answer is Christian worship. I am a professed believer in the salvific crucifixion and ressurection of Jesus Christ and am in fact a full-time minister. Over the course of my spiritual life, I have always enjoyed the personal aspect of my faith. The amazing fact that the righteous Creator desires to know and spend time with me brings me great comfort and joy. Over the past two weeks, however, I have not spent anytime communing with my God. I have spent countless hours at church "doing" things for God and even more hours at seminary "learning" things about God, but I was not making time to "BE" with God. that is, after all, the central tenet of the Christian faith. God wants to be with us, Immanuel. I have found that personal communion to be a great source of encouragment in the long-hard slog that is life. Last night and this morning I have begun to spend that time with my Lord and Redeemer again and I couldn't feel better.
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
An Open Letter to Dr. Dean
RE: The South
Dear Dr. Dean:
Now that the Democratic race is headed South and frontrunner Kerry has basically written the region off, it might be your time to shine. Good news! We in the South cherish our eccentrics. Sure you put the YAAAAHHHHGH in Damn YEEEAAAAHHHGHnkee, but we have some things in common.
We Southerners like professional wrestling. You apparently want to be a professional wrestler.
WE'RE GONNA EAT CHITLINS, AND COLLARDS, AND BISCUITS AND GRAVY, AND THEN YOU'RE GONNA TO GO IN THE KITCHEN AND CLEAN UP! YEEEEEEEHHAAAAAAAA!
Which brings me to an important point. You're scream needs work before you come South. You just can't scream "YEEEAAAHHHGH" and be taken seriously around here. You must scream "YEEEHAAAA." That's two syllables. That's "Yee" which rhymes with "C" which stands for Charleston. And "HAAA" as in Hampshire when pronounced by a Kennedy.
"YEEEHAAA" is good throughout the South except southern Louisiana where you will want to substitute "IIIIII EEEEEEE." It's a French thing, don't ask.