4.26.2005 

throat hurting. eyes stinging. cut down some vines. chipped some vines. cut my leg. i cuss. my legs are really cut up. i cuss. my legs sting in the shower. i cuss. i hate vines. unless they have grapes on them. cause they make wine. that rhymed. chewie is staring at me. beth stole the pop. damien jurado. won at poker. not really a surprise. i'm the best amateur in the world. at least out of my friends. which doesn't say much. i hate money. trying to redirect my money inflow (is that a word). i think coke is eating the enamel off my teeth. i've switched to water. even though i can't say it. thought about taking speech therapy again. people would laugh. i'd feel more secure. who understands me . . . anna. david. pam. kathy. howard. beth. matt b. matt p. randall. kelly. sharon. crowder. chewie. short list. but what do you expect. back to the computer. my think tank.

4.25.2005 

something of crowder . . . awesome. at 9 this morning i went out to the barn to finish setting up the song "be lifted or hope rising" and i was there for maybe 10min when things went dark. the electricity went out. nothing. blackness. so i run/stumble down the stairs and there's this guy walking away from our breaker box at a brisk pace. he looked sneaky in his white hard hat and official blue shirt with the electric company logo embrodery. i shouted, "hey! hey! what the crap!?!!??" he said, "dude i just do what they tell me." i said, "what did they tell you?" he said, "to cut off your power for non-payment." i punched him. in the throat. no, i didn't. i smiled and said, "you have got to be kidding." he said, "nope." i said, "that's impossible." he said, "that's what they all say." then i punched him. in the throat. no, i didn't. i smiled and said, "this is not good. this is sooo not good. what can be done?" he said, "you'll have to call and talk to your power supplier." i said, "aren't you my power supplier? you took it from me. cann't you give it back?" he said, "dude, i've got other orders pending that i've got to get to. i've got to go." i said, "no. you must give back what you have taken." he said, "dude, pay your bill." i said, "i assure you that i have paid my bill." he said, "that's what they all say." i punched him again. this time on his chin. no, i didn't. i smiled and said, "what can be done?" he said, "call your power supplier and they'll send me a reconnect order. i'll watch for it to come in on my computer and come back as soon as i see it show up." i said, "that's what they all say." 30 min later he was back. i asked him, "why do you wear the white hard hat? it looks a little silly wandering around in the neighborhood with the green grass and sunny skies and you with such protective covering. i'm just saying." he looked at me like he'd been thinking the same thing for so long and slowly removed it and as it hung in his right hand by his right side i punched him. on the top of his head. i had to jump up in the air but i came down with great force. no, i didn't. i smiled and said, "i really like your hat. and thanks for coming back so soon. we really needed back this thing that you had taken from us."

4.20.2005 

A few things. First, sinus breath is my far one of the nastiest tastes you can have in your mouth. Even a fountain QuikTrip coca-cola classic can not burn the taste off nor 2 brushes and a mouthwashing in a 30 minute span. Flip the trip pollen/tree sperm. Second, www.redcowboydesigns.com is up and running and full of secret and magical things. To fast forward to these magical things just go to www.redcowboydesigns.com/gallery/ Third, everyone who knows me, knows full well my intentions to write a plethora of books before I die. Masterpieces and mundanepieces (notice how I made it 1 word like "masterpiece"). But at this particular point in my life, I feel that my insights and wisdom on any given issue may not be that great simply because of my lack of insights and wisdom. I'm still learning. Now I could write a fictionally story which I very much would like to do but I lack the ability to develop a plot and I always run into trouble when it comes to entering into a conversation with my characters. It gets lame writing, "Josh exclaimed: . . ." or "Rufus said: . . ." Thats where I'm at on that. But I've had an idea. A novel idea in fact (double meaning there - i think its called a double entendre). I'd like to compose or compile a list of writings by some of my friends. They could be entire chapters. Or they could be 3 lines of poetry. Haikus if you prefer. Writings on religion. Or stories about a boy named Rufus. Would any of my 3 friends be interested in that? If so, post a comment, email me, or call me. We can develop the idea more if and when we talk. This is Josh.

4.13.2005 

Last week we began a shift in our conversation from the deconstruction of what God's will is not, towards some practical things we can do to become aware of God's heart and passion for us. Our conversation began by saying that God's will is not arrived at through magical prayers where we can somehow twist God's arm into giving us what we want. Or that by praying a certain prayer or reading our Bible a certain amount of times does not necessarily mean that we will be able to "discover" the X on the treasure map, the pot of gold at the end of rainbow where all of our wildest dreams come true. Rather, that sometimes, we can be consumed in prayer and and reading through the Bible and honestly seeking for direction on a choice or decision, and yet still not hear the "still small voice of God". So what do we do then? If we believe that God is passionate about the quality and direction of our lives and our decisions, then what do we do when we start drawing blanks. Or how do we begin to listen to God's voice and heart if He doesn't speak to us audibly anymore? What do we do next? How do we involve God in the process of making a decision? How do we become aware of God's heart for that decision? These are tough questions indeed. But last week we proposed our first piece in solving the puzzle. We said that godly friends and family can oftentimes provide us with a perspective that we do not have. They can provide us with an ability to see farther down the road. And that the best piece of advice is to surround yourself with people who will pray with you, share their wisdom, and walk alongside you through the process of making your decision. This week, we have one more piece to add to the puzzle. Namely, learning from our past experiences and circumstances. This simply means that we not only have the wisdom of godly people around us, but we also have the wisdom learned from our past experiences. So the questions we can now ask ourselves are: - What past experiences have significantly shaped your life perspective and future desires? - Have you ever had any bad experiences or consequences from making a similar decision? - Have you ever had any good experiences from making a similar decision? - How does your heart and worK? What are you passionate about? - Have you ever found yourself doing the same thing, and felt like you were in the vein of God's passion for you? These kind of questions are invaluable as you begin to move forward in making a decision based on God's will. I'm not what you would call a lady's man, but I've dated a few girls. Many were good relationships . . . and there were some that were not so good. And since I'm engaged now to my beautiful fiance Anna, its pretty obvious that all the relationships that I have been in the past ended up with a break-up. Usually, it was my girlfriend who was breaking up with me because she realized she could do better. But most of the time it was because they were . . . ah . . . not very smart. I've had a girl break up with me because I wouldn't buy her beer. I've had a girl who broke up with me for a guy in 9th grade. Sadly, we were Juniors. Needless to say, my bad relationships far outweighed my good relationships in high school and college. But there was one girl that I dated in high school for 2 years. I thought she was the one. Obviously, since I'm getting married to the woman of my dreams in 182 days, not that I'm counting, my relationship from high school didn't work out. Now I dated the girl for 2 years and had a fairly good relationship. But when we broke up I found myself saying, "What a mistake! What a waste of time! I spent 2 years of my life just to eliminate one more girl from the sea of marriage possibilities. What a waste of time! What a mistake!" But today, looking back on it, I don't regret the relationship. Because I took responsibility for my decision and allowed that past experience to refine my search for God's will in finding my one true mate. So I can't consider that relationship a waste of time. I can't consider it a bad mistake. I can't consider it a bad decision. Because I learned a lot about the type of woman that I did want to marry. And that I did want to spend the rest of my life with. I allowed my past experiences to provide wisdom in to my present decisions. Every relationship that I was in that ended in a break-up only showed me things that I was looking for and things that I wasn't looking for. Now here's what some of you are going to say and do. Well, I should just date as many people as I can to find out what I like and don't like. I can knowingly walk into a bad relationship or a bad situation with a questionable guy or a questionable girl, because I'll learn from it. But I think we both know that's a poor decision. A poor decision for me would have been to turn around 6 months later and begin dating the same type of girl with all the bad qualities that I didn't want. Or, a bad decision would have been to get into the relationship in the first place, even though I knew deep down that something was not right. We all have relationship experiences or job experiences in life, and the experiences that end up unhappily don't have to be a waste of time. They're only a waste of time if we don't allow those experiences to mold and shape who we are, who we are becoming, and where we need to be in the future. Thankfully, those past experiences play an integral part of my decision making process in the present. And although, Anna and I are going to have a very happy and successful marriage. It's still not the "X" on the map where we are supposed to get to. After we get married, there's going to be something else to get to. A job, a future church, kids, grandkids. It never ends. Thats why we said in week two that ultimately, God's passion for our lives is not located at an "X" on the map. Our "paradise" is an evolving thing. Changing and evolving as we get close to it or even reach it. God knows this and whispers to us, if we're willing to listen, that its not about the destination on the map. Its about the map. It's not about finding the "X" of a job, a wife, a major, a school. It's about discovering that the "X" on the map is in fact God. And he cares much more about the relationship of us trusting Him and moving with Him than on us reaching some magical "point" where we get where we've been wanting to go.

4.09.2005 

Last week we discussed the metaphor of fatherhood and how that related to our discussion of God�s will. I contended that this image of God as father and us as his children is so much more freeing and loving than the image and metaphor of God as a puppet master or chess player with us as pawns in his game. We also reframed our conversation by asking, �What is God�s passion for me versus what is God�s will for me?� Again, the language used, although it may seem small and virtually the same, shapes our idea of what the process is supposed to look like of discovering God�s will. The language of �God�s passion� is loving, caring, nurturing, and patient while the language of �God�s will� can come across as forceful, controlling, detached, and legalistic if we are not careful. As we reframed our conversation in terms of passion and fatherhood last week, I�d like to add one more image/metaphor to our framework this week. And that is the image and metaphor of kingdom. The term kingdom is somewhat foreign to us because we don�t really have a reference point in our culture to illustrate the word. We don�t use the language of kingdom and kings anymore. Unless of course you get a copy of Us magazine every week just so you can drool over pictures of Prince William wearing a $1500 sweater (and an entire outfit worth more than most of our cars � not to mention his million dollar horse) while mounted on a horse and hitting a ball with a mallet as he plays rugby. Hardly sounds like somebody worth drooling over, unless of course you go for the rich, handsome, princely types. The terms king and kingdom come from a different place and a different time that we can�t fully understand today. Even our best attempts at an analogy fall short because our modern day nations with their presidents and prime ministers are so different than the kings and kingdoms of old. But way back when . . . when there were peasants and merchants and clergy and royalty, there existed a rule of order, a rule of life. And whatever position you held, whether noble or common, glamorous or mundane, you were born into something that was much larger than just you . . . a part of something much bigger than your life alone. When you entered into this world of kings and kingdoms, you entered into a life that was, for the most part, predetermined. In this world, your life had a calling, a responsibility, a destiny. And whether you were nobility or a peasant, your life carried it with it . . . an intentionality . . . an honor . . . to serve the King. It�s true that the nobility often were overbearing on the peasants. And the merchants often clashed with the clergy. And every class of people were unhappy or got frustrated with their life circumstances at some point in time. It wouldn�t be hard to imagine a common peasant slashing the wagon wheels on the merchant�s cart. Or the merchants using eggs from their stand to take out a young noble�s mailbox. And then all parties going to the clergy for confession. There is no doubt that they were jealous of higher classes of people and even resented their own positions at times. But they still served the King and they did this with honor. And this is such a foreign idea to us in our age of individualism, but they did this willingly and humbly because they realized their lives aim . . . their lives purpose was to serve the King and the bigger picture of the Kingdom. In this medieval world, whatever it was that you �did� or whatever �job� that you had, you did it for the King. If you played the flute well, you were to play the flute in the presence of the King, for the King, to bring glory to the King. If you were a peasant farmer, you were to grow crops to provide food for the King and the Kingdom. If you were a blacksmith, you were to shape iron for weapons for the King. If you were an artist, you were to create masterpieces for the King so that his name and Kingdom could be made great and famous. If you were nobility, you were to sit on your butt all day long and pontificate about politics and culture and have no idea what you were talking about but really enjoyed hearing yourself talk anyway, even if no one was listening. But you thought you were important so you kept talking anyway. I�m sorry I think I just described half of Hollywood and most politicians. They had their role in the service of the King too I guess (the King works in mysterious ways sometimes). I say all of that to help us realize that everyone had a job. Everyone had a responsibility. Everyone had a calling. Everyone had a destiny. And it didn�t matter what it was. This is so drastically different than how we view our lives today. We view our lives much more individualistically. Our jobs, our desires, our heart, our story, our lives, serve nothing outside of ourselves. At best, we make an attempt at serving our immediate family and friends, or our spouses and our kids. But even at that, our lives still fall short of serving something larger and bigger than our finite selves. We don�t live our lives as though we were created for something divine, something bigger. Instead, we get by. We drift, we aimlessly float, waiting for our life to happen all while we chase the American dream that fulfills our individualistic quest for our success (money), our fame (reputation), our glory (kingdom). But what if we were created for a Kingdom and this Kingdom does indeed have a King. And what if our lives, whether noble or common, exciting or mundane, were created with something larger in mind, namely the glory and fame of the King and Kingdom? If this is all true, and I believe it is, we must then ask ourselves what were we made to be? What were we made to do? What were we made for? This is where we get practical as we attempt to discover God�s passion for our lives. The first couple of weeks we�ve been attacking and deconstructing exactly what we shouldn�t do as we seek to understand God�s will. This week we ask ourselves the first question: What were we made for? This is the first question you have to ask yourselves when attempting to discover or become aware of (if you�re really bored, consider just how powerful those two words are in this context and how loaded and deep they are) God�s passion for you on a particular issue. This question is especially important when we start asking those big questions such as: Where do I go to school? Who should I marry? What do I want to be when I grow up? Etc. Let�s just take the last question and tease it out a little bit. What do I want to be when I grow up? Or more maturely put, what am I going to do for a job for the rest of my life? That�s a question that for most of us, we�ve wrestled with or are wrestling with. And for some of us, we�ve attempted to bring God in on the process to lead us and direct us. So stop for a minute and if you�re in the process of thinking through this life shaping decision or have at least thought about it for more than 10 seconds in the past year, ask yourself our question: What were you made for? This is where it gets practical. Because I�ll be honest, 10 years ago at the wise old age of 14, I could have sworn I was born and made to be a rock star. I mean it was in my bones. Sure I couldn�t play an instrument and couldn�t carry a tune to save my life, but I had a Milli Vanilli tape and a desire to grow dread locks. What more did I need? At 14, I could have sworn that was what I was made for. Needless to say, I picked bad role models and Milli Vanilli turned out not to be much more of a rock star than I was. But here�s the problem. If I couldn�t sing or play an instrument or had no stage presence, it wouldn�t make much sense for me to be a rock star. No matter how much I wanted to be one or felt like that is what I wanted to be. At 14, it was ok for me to carry out such delusional ideas. But if I was 24 and still had this idea that I was going to be a rock star despite my lack of ability or skills (as Napoleon would say), then something would be obviously wrong. So the first practical thing you can do when seeking God�s will or his passion for your life, is to ask your friends and family, the people who know you the best. And ask them. Tell them about your decision or your search for understanding God�s will in a particular situation. Ask them. If you want to be a rock star, ask them what they think. Real friends and real family who care about you will be honest with you. Ask them what their advice would be in this situation. Be selective about who you ask though. Don�t ask people who are just going to tell you what you want to hear. Don�t ask people who don�t have any wisdom or perspective. Seek out godly men and women, godly friends and family and ask them. Ask them to join with you in your praying and seeking. Better yet, try to find someone who is where you want to be in 10 years, spiritually, professionally, etc. Ask them. Ask someone who you know will give you honest and godly council and bring them in on the process of discovering God�s heart for your decision or choice. These people will be able to walk beside you and encourage you and pray with you. I know it sounds simple. I know it sounds easy. But that�s because it is. But oftentimes we are too proud to ask or just simply forget about the wisdom and perspective that surrounds us. So let�s use it. If I�m at a crossroads and I don�t have clear direction either way, even after I�ve prayed and read Scripture and sought after God�s heart, bring in other people who can come alongside you and join with you. Ask yourself, what was I made for? What was I made to do? That�s the first question. And you�ll be surprised because it will eliminate a whole of options. It�s hard to believe that I would have been created to be a doctor when the first sight of blood causes me to sweat profusely and sway from side to side in a dizzying way as my face turns white. It�s hard to believe that the King would want me operating on people if a paper cut is about as much as I could handle. But its not as hard to believe that the King wants me to serve him by making people laugh and using creativity and communicating and sharing His story with others. That�s much more in line with my gifts and what I enjoy and what I was made for. Although I still have a somewhat strong desire to be a rock star. Although we live in a different time and a different place than the medieval world, our lives should still reflect honor in what we do for the King. So whether it�s a doctor, playing the jazz flute, a veterinarian, an actor, a chef, a politician, a trash man, do it for the glory and fame of the King and his Kingdom.

4.08.2005 

What I'm Reading: The Gift of the Jews by Thomas Cahill What I'm Listening: Sufjan Stevens, The Decemberists, Beck, Damien Jurado, Mazzy Star, Coldplay, Mason Jennings

4.01.2005 

Let's see. Anna's out of town all weekend. So I'm going to go to her apartment and "apartment sit". Which basically means I'm going down there cause she has wireless internet and I'm going to play in poker tournaments all weekend long and try to win a seat to the big dance. I'm not shaving. I'm looking forward to red-eye. And I'll come out of the apartment tomorrow night with the look of a hermit who fears the light.

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