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    Subway Receiving Thursday, April 19, 2007 |

    Do you ever wonder what we miss every day because we're too focused on the next task, the next to-do, the next meeting? I'm wondering about those things more and more. What has God had for me that I've totally missed? What good gifts am I not even prepared to receive?

    There was a fantastic article in the Washington Post last Sunday about a brilliant experiment in which "
    one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made" stood performing in the metro station in Washington during the morning commute. The question that was asked was "In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?" Of course it wouldn't!!!!! Unbelievable beauty against the crushing deadline of that 7:45 water cooler gossip session?

    The experts predicted that it would (they're clueless). The experiment was laid out like this...the violinist would play for 45 minutes, in which approximately 1,077 people would walk by. The prediction was he would draw a crowd of at least 75 people and make about $150 in his hat.

    Three guesses on what happened...and the first two don't count...

    The result?
    "...seven people stopped what they were doing to hang around and take in the performance, at least for a minute. Twenty-seven gave money, most of them on the run -- for a total of $32 and change. That leaves the 1,070 people who hurried by, oblivious, many only three feet away, few even turning to look."

    So here's the kicker (as if I couldn't see this coming)...the only group who always had the capacity to notice beauty out of context were the little ones. "Every single time a child walked past, he or she tried to stop and watch. And every single time, a parent scooted the kid away." And we wonder why we have such a difficult time receving from God. So truth time...

    Would I have noticed? Probably not... I'd like to think I would have, but I can't say for sure. I bet most of us would have blown on by, unless you have the eyes of a child.

    Embarrassing...

    Click on the link above to read the whole article and watch him play...it's worth the 2 minutes of your life.

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    It's Easter folks Saturday, April 7, 2007 |

    OK...let's review. Easter is that time of year when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ, thus signifying his victory over sin, and our redemption through his blood. We are celebrating a man returning to life who had been dead three days. That is crazy. Please pause right now and consider this sentence...we are celebrating a man returning to life who had been dead THREE DAYS! Dead. Expired. He was decaying in a tomb. Then the Spirit raised him from death into life. Why in the world would I ever regard this man (and his claims) casually? Are you kidding me? I am such an idiot! Why is it that my head knowledge of this event routinely gets in the way of my soul yearning for more and more of God. Sure, in my head I get that Jesus died then rose from the dead. But my soul? Spirit, fill me up with this right now please. More please. And more would be great. Because I'm not interested in this being something I defend logically. I want my life to depend on this truth.







    And where do Easter Bunnies come from?

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    Happy Good Friday Thursday, April 5, 2007 |

    Jesus,
    Thanks for dying for me. I'm sorry I forget that. I love you.
    -Andrew

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    Anybody living a "Spiritual" life lately? |

    I've just finished a first reading of Thomas Merton's Thoughts in Solitude. It's good. Really good. It a first reading kind of book, because I immediately acknowledge that it will take some time to digest his thoughts. The following lines come from several essays on what a spiritual life looks like. Enjoy...

    • The spiritual life is first of all a life. It is not merely something to be known and studied, it is to be lived. Like all life, it grows sick and dies when it is uprooted from its proper element...Jesus lived the ordinary life of the men of His time, in order to sanctify the ordinary lives of men of all time. If we want to be spiritual, then, let us first of all live our lives. Let us not fear the responsibilities and the inevitable distractions of the work appointed for us by the will of God. Let us embrace reality and thus find ourselves immersed in the life giving wisdom of God which surrounds us everywhere.
    I think it's interesting that Merton wrote this in the midst of a year and a half separated from human contact, living entirely on his own. That doesn't feel like reality to me. And yet I really resonate with his point that spiritual life begins with living life. Way too often I separate those out, as if my "time with God" is somehow different than my...what? My time away from God? Preposterous! I want more of God in my life, not just my "spiritual" life.

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    Arrogance and shame Tuesday, April 3, 2007 |

    So many of you know the idiotic (but highly entertaining) quest I recently embarked on, following my beloved Buckeyes (with some beloved friends) here, there and everywhere cheering them on to victory. My journey stopped after an eventful trip to San Antonio (which I highly recommend), where I witnessed a twenty point comeback and a thorough dismantling of Memphis on our way to a final four victory over Georgetown. So last night, I settled in with said friends to enjoy another Bucks victory and an avenging of the horrific loss to those dam Gators in football.

    You obviously know the outcome. We lost. That sucks. But whatever...not the point of this. The point is the team we played is the EPITOME of arrogance, amazingly me with their ability to believe that their lives are far more important since they can throw an orange ball in a basket from 25 feet away. I get that being excited and playing hard and talking smack is a part of the deal. Still, I get nausea when I'm forced to watch players who are DOING THEIR JOB strut around like they just cured cancer. This goes for all sports, but the Gators, and specifically Joe Queen Noah, make me especially queasy. Anybody catch his brilliant post game interview after dominating the bench with 35 minutes of outstanding foul trouble and poor performance? It went something like this:

    YEAH YEAH YEAH, We at this school and bringin' it home. We gonna party all night and all day, and you ain't got no idea what I'm talking about Billy (Packer), but my BOYS do, my GATOR BOYS. YEAH!

    It was as perfectly ignorant sounding as you could possibly imagine, and only reinforced the fact that these guys had zero class in the midst of their dismantling of my beloved Bucks. Donovan didn't even MENTION OSU in his post game speech, speaking only about the fact that his basketball team was "the greatest college team that has ever played."

    (VOMITING IN MY MOUTH)

    Sorry Florida...you have won lots of National Championships lately, but you've reinforced how ignorant many of today's athletes act. Good Riddance.


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