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As I waited in my 2nd hour just to get a ticket with a letter and a number at the DMV. A man approached this seemingly diverse group of tired and frustrated people,  introduced himself and said he would like to share a message of hope with everyone.

This is my ode to the preacher man & the DMV>

I sing of the one who speaks from his heart

Who’s penance runs deep and passion spreads wide.

O’ Great orator of the sweet divine,

speak now or forever hold your belief.

So pass out your flyers, your hopeful truth,

and quickly speak before it is my turn.

Quickly will you be rejected, you know

Sharply will their heads turn in great disdain.

Yet you stand your ground, and speak your message,

However incomplete, however wrong.

They will all find their place in this sad line,

pay their dues and be on their way, far gone.

Time moved to slow when the Son had not rose.

On this day, in this line, a man gave hope.

Enjoy! My incomplete never to be finished “ode to the preacher man @ the DMV”

First off let me preface that I hate, I hate, I hate going to church on Easter

While the rest of the world anticpates any form of action, you continue to violate and misinterpret the season.

While I continue to struggle with life and all its many struggles, you continue to ignore and consolidate your resources.

While many of us are just learning what it means to be human, you continue to hold standards that you cannot keep.

Yet there is one day in which you polish yourself up with a buffet that entices the ever hungry heart (penance).

While you proclaim to have a solution to all the problems and all the pain, I am left hanging by every word and promise unfulfilled.

While you brag about your ambiguous vision, we are left to fulfill the work until we can work no more.

While you continue to grow and reinvent, most will continue to be left behind.

And so on this one day you manage to let your bridges down and masquerade so you might meet your needs.

While we both miss the point about this season, He continues to lend his ever reaching arms out to us.

While we continue to take advantage of His people, He continues to have mercy upon us. (I pray)

And when we think we have got it all together, He humbles us and He motivates our hearts by His Spirit.

And that is why Easter Reigns Supreme!

There is a place that lies between who I was and whom I am becoming.

A place of pain and sorrow and  a place of joy and celebration.

Much of life has been snagged upon the cruel world, where injustice mongers and hatred reigns

The thread that holds the very fibers of my being often grow thin, unweave and lose there place

Everyday is a start of finding the seams.

Who I was, was not a bad thing. Just misinterpreted.

Lost in the translation of who I wanted to be and what was settled for

Values change in the process of popularity and recognition.

The songs I sang often rang out of tune.

The cavern was made deep, and new seams had to be found.

Whom I am becoming can only be outlined by who shapes me.

It does not make sense to most, yet I do not need approval

what sets apart the present and the past is what unites it, the scars.

Yay, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death… for thou art with me.

Finding the Seams, tracks my progress to know and be known.

I’ve gladly accepted everything I did not deserve.

Never knowning how to respond, I would willingly expect more.

The only fake thing about me is my response.

Quick and passive, with a hint of proper grammar.

So I walk between  the know and the how,

Torn by the fact that exposing myself places the ever diligent finger on the reset button.

I do not know what real connectedness looks like,

too much of my life is fragmented, yet overflowing with mercy.

So again I accept what I do not deserve,

What I cannot distinguish,

and the fact that  I am a complex part of a community just learning how to be.

I had an epiphany this morning. A lot of the things in my life are not me, meaning I have only mimicked what I have seen others do well.  It is time for me to bring new life to my thoughts and creativity. So from this point forward this will be a creative writing blog with tidbits of my interactions in this crazy world. It’s time to dig in!

Goals for ‘09. Not to be confused with resolutions!

I thrive on goals. I need them to push me and to give me a sense of purpose. I also hate setting goals, they push me and give me a sense of anxiety. Nonetheless it stretches me.

1. Take more pictures (Jami and I are terrible at remembering to pull out our camera. so its gotta be  a goal)

2. Get a new job!

3. Road Trip with wife in June~

4. Read at least 10 books (it can be done)

5. Implement Spiritual Disciplines into weekly life

6. Train and Compete in a Triathlon (Join Me – Perris Triathlon )

7. Finish my backyard/start on bbq island

8. Get back into Tennis

9. Blog more consistently (sorry readers, all two of you)

10. Take Guitar Lessons (I know how to play, but I need help!)

I was thinking yesterday about the little moments in life I enjoy the most. So I’d like to share with you a few.

Top 10.

1. Waking up in the morning and seeing my wife slowly wake up. I am the luckiest man in the world.

2. The first cup of coffee in the morning

3. Smoking a cigar with my dad

4. After reading for a while, realizing you’ve already read half the book, why not finish.

5. Having a full house

6. When my wife makes me laugh

7. When I can play a song on the guitar without messing up (rarely happens)

8. Writing poetry,thoughts, ramblings

9. Listening to people

10. (I had to move this one up) When Macy Mclean says my name.  so freakin cute.