bleeding out loud

“It is always an exercise in community, wrestling to say the gospel with a common voice, as these four authors have done. It has been their experience that their own different takes on the gospel have pushed them each to keep that faith more fully-not captivated by a current trend, nor pretending that they can do anything other than give a reading, a rendering in this time and place, with the mental and language tools our culture gives us, of what was originally announced as the good news. This is no search for some “pure gospel unadulterated by any cultural accretions”-which, as Lesslie Newbigin has had to remind so many of us in the West, is in any case an illusion. Rather, it is a search for a careful and powerful way of putting this story for this generation.”

The Story That Chooses Us, George Hunsberger

Christ be with me. Christ before me.

Christ behind me. Christ within me.

Christ below me. Christ above me.

Christ be with me.

At my right hand. At my left hand. As I lie down. As I rise up. As I stumble. As I fall down.

Christ as I stand.

Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me. Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me.

Christ in every eye that sees me. Christ in every hear that hears me.

Amen

(St. Patrick)

Woke up at 4am again, and thought that maybe I should start writing insomnia posts.

I found this just now on youtube. I don’t even have words to describe it. It’s so randomly funny. Think about this poor little kid and the tongue lashing he gets from all these St. Bernards. It’s like walking through a car wash of St. Bernard tongues.

3 steps, lick, fall down…

3 steps, lick, fall down…

Scold St. Bernard #27…

3 steps, lick, fall down…

In fact, I’m not even sure I’m awake right now. Maybe I’m actually asleep and this is just a nightmare.

Braylen has been in the habit of building things out of construction paper, and tonight she wanted to build a car for her princesses. So we spent about 45 minutes building a 3d race car. Drawing, cutting, taping, pasting, folding, and on and on.

The more it started to look like a real car, she started laughing and saying, “Oh, this is awesome.” A few minutes later we had a sweet ride on our hands. Within minutes Braylen started building a truck, following the same pattern we had used to make the car. “Braylen, you are so smart. That is awesome. I want you to say these words after me: if you can imagine it, you can live it.” And she looked at me with a big grin and said it. It might have been the sweetest moment of my parenting life so far. This little genius has a lot to teach me about imagining.